puddink’s world !

introduction —⁠ ☆

“my name is puddink, although it's an alias. i’m a multifandom poster, w/ my fandoms being voltron, my hero academia, bleach, hunter x hunter, death note, dungeon meshi, slam dunk, sakamoto days, one punch man, kimetsu no yaiba, cowboy bebop, neon genesis evangelion, the disastrous life of saiki k, yuyu hakusho, dr. stone, assassination classroom, blue lock, kaiju no. 8, one piece, kuroko no basket, dandadan, chainsaw man, mob psycho 100, komi can't communicate, jujutsu kaisen, (former) genshin impact, migi & dali, fire force, and bocchi the rock.”

requests — !

“YES, I can/will write..”

- char x reader, char x oc, char x char

- fluff, angst, smut, comfort

- any genre, any topic, any kind of request

“NO, I will not write..” — tw!sensitive topics

- anything involving incest, sa, any type of abuse, murder or physical violence (adult topics like yandere exempted)

˚࿔ masterlist

- cupid’s text, cupid's arrow - when tsukishima kei texts you what he says was a wrong contact accident, you fall into a line of sulking and what feels like false hope. until one certain late night text goes your way... part 1 part 2

- your experiences as oikawa’s girlfriend - you recall the times you've had with oikawa that you consider weird, romantic, or weirdly romantic.

# summary : your experiences as oikawa’s girlfriend.

# genre : fluff

# extra : reader is referred to as girlfriend, the use of the word ‘hell’, this is just a short drabble for one of my mooties

story under the cut. ♡

being oikawa’s girlfriend is no easy task. it's not like you guys have fights or anything, or you don't have time for each other... it's more like the fact that he does things that can be considered weird.. or romantic.

like on your first date. he told you to wait at the bench near the intersection by the cafe that recently opened. “i’ll still be at practice so you can wait there,” he said. liar, because he was there before you. he didn't have practice. he just wanted to get there first with a bouquet of flowers. romantic, right?

then the next incident was weird. you were over at his place for the night, since your parents were out of town visiting extended relatives. you were knocked out in his bed, drooling, body sprawled out, the most comfortable position as a pillow supported your back, stomach and head. by 11:30, you hear a sound from the bathroom. you assume it's just tooru, using the toilet, like any normal person; right? well, ten minutes past midnight you head to the bathroom—assuming he was finished. you found it odd, how he wasn't in bed with you, but you brushed it off.

as you turn the knob, the bathroom lights are on, blinding you—but your surprise outweighs it. usually the lights are off. maybe he forgot to turn them off, no biggie.

then your eyes land on him. oikawa tooru in all his glory, dressed in pajamas, his face lathered with a clay mask, all his usual skin care gathered on the bathroom counter which made it obvious he brought them in there.

“toru,” you start, struggling to contain a snicker. “what the hell are you doing?” the question leaves your mouth with giggling. “shut up, you were asleep and i didn't want to turn on the lights just to do this.” he says, washing his face with a slight pout. “i would've been fine with it,” you start to giggle loudly, your mind replaying the image over and over again. you only considered this as weird because he told you he had to sneak them in the bathroom like a theiving rat.

A CUPID'S ARROW !

# summary : after the text slip-up with tsukishima, you ignore him the whole day, until you receive a text message from a certain someone. part 1 here : cupid’s text

# genre : angst, w/ comfort

# chars : tsukishima kei — mentioned charas : yamaguchi, kiyoko, yachi

story under the banner!

23:44. you've woken up again. it's been an entire day, since he said it was the wrong number.

you can't actually tell who he likes. he seems nice to kiyoko, but he's pretty teasing to yachi. although he is teasing to everyone. you could ask yamaguchi but then it makes it obvious you harbor feelings for him.

maybe he doesn't like anyone, you think. that might be it, yeah. if he doesn't like anyone, you have a chance! girl you know damn well.

at this point, you may as well stop pining over a hopeless case. you feel like giving up, until your phone vibrates. you haven't used it in a couple of days, not that much since midterms are approaching.

with the lack of sleep and running on fumes, you lazily open it; lying on your side as you enter your password. there's only one notification.

1 message from tsukishima kei

oh gosh, oh gosh, oh my goodness— a MESSAGE!? from the guy you were just thinking about? maybe you're dreaming, you've finally fallen asleep and this is all a dream.

you pinch yourself. no it is not.

after almost a minute of your panic, you reluctantly and hesitantly open your messages app. at the very top, stands his name with a ‘+1’. with slightly shaky fingers, you tap on it.

“hey. i just wanted to say that i feel bad about yesterday night, and that entire wrong contract incident. you were ignoring me today, and i wanted to give you space, so i’ll tell you this. it wasn't a wrong contract. it was for you. i actually like you.”

he sends another. “oh my gosh i sound so cheesy”

then another. all in front of your eyes. “yeah, uhm, that's it. good night.”

you almost squeal, but you remember you have your parents in the next room. instead, you squirm around in bed, giggling and gushing silently to yourself like a worm with salt showered over it. girl if you don't grab that phone

you remember, it's now your turn to text him. you sigh, mulling over the words you want to say, how you want to say them — how to convey your feelings. you tap away at the keyboard that sits on your screen, before hitting send.

“hi tsukki,” you start. you're cringing already, this sounds so cheesy. “i just wanted to say that i like you back, kind of since the start of middle school when i first met you with yamaguchi. i guess we can settle it in the morning before class starts, so i hope you have a good night as well :)”

you really hope he isn't going to run off at the fact you sound like a cheesy anime MC confessing to her perfect crush under a cherry blossom tree. oh gosh, what if you scared him off?

though, something stops your train of thoughts. it's the little text bubble on your screen, the three dots disappearing and re-appearing like a pattern, until you see a message. it's his reply. it's him. you recall that it's actually him speaking and you're not in a scarily realistic dream.

his reply reads, “why not settle it now?”

you nearly fall off the bed in giddy joy

long story short, you two were officially a couple the following morning. isn't that cute?

i’m jealous of my own fanfiction.

taglist: @kukki-kiji (comment if you'd like to be tagged ^^)

WHY DOES NOBODY TALK ABT HIM HES SO CUTE ???!;!! ilovehimsomuch 🫶🫶🫶

CUPID’S TEXT !

# summary : you’ve liked tsukishima kei for a while now. maybe since middle school. elementary.. but it doesn't matter anymore. you get so excited when he tells you he likes you , thru text , just for him to say it was the wrong contact num. :(

# genre : angst , no comfort. (fem reader)

# chars : tsukishima kei, shimizu kiyoko

# a. note : i thought of this while listening to magnolia by laufey 😓

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walking towards the school gate , watching as kiyoko , the volleyball team’s beautiful manager ; talk to tsukishima. your shoes leaving marks in the snow as it crunches — knowing it'll just get filled out by more snow later that night. it's cold, of course, winter has no mercy to those who forget their coats.

you chase him everyday , but he doesn't think too much of it , yet.

it's so damn cold, your breath is coming out through puffs.

so here you are, running home to reach the comfort of warm, welcoming food and your bed.

“i’m home!” you call out as you open the door, taking off your shoes before rushing to your room — the smell of soup filling your nostrils.

“i’ll be going up to study, i’ll be down for dinner though!” you tell your mother through the hallway, before going in your room, throwing your bag to the side, and immediately throwing yourself onto your bed.

6:38 PM.

tossing and turning isn't exactly studying.

quickly sitting up on the bed, until a ding hits your ears , and you overthink this : a notification , a text , or it's just the weather again.

“i like you.” 6:39 PM

oh , from tsukishima.

OH.

nevermind, it's neither of those options. your cheeks are turning red.

“what??” you send back.

“shit its the wrong number”

“sorry”

hahaha you wanna throw yourself down a pit it's not even funny anymore

“it's okay” you tell him.

no it's not.

tsukishima talks to shimizu so much , shimizu is beautiful — he probably likes her , how are you supposed to compete with her !?

you should give up chasing him.

everyday since middle school , you've been chasing him. but he acts nonchalant , doesn't acknowledge it , or both.

it hurts.