sofi

sofi • she/her • scorpio

attack on titan, bnha, haikyuu, marauders, harry potter, stranger things, and more...

🪽english is not my first language, so bare with me

🪽i mostly write drabbles, rarely have motivation for longer works

🪽any multipart work i post will probably have at least a week in between updates

🪽i dont write any nsfw content

masterlist

so far i've only written for: hinata shoyo

— hinata shoyo

number two

hinata shoyo x reader

angst

volleyball was his first love. everything about it consumed him—heart and soul fully dedicated to smashing the ball to the other side of the court.

it started that one day in the middle grade, when he stumbled upon the highschool volleyball game on tv. when he first saw the little giant. his eyes light up, and the image burnt into his mind forever; the way the little giant jumped, his form, how high up in the air he was.

as soon as he saw that, he knew that was his calling, he was going to pursue volleyball no matter what, he was going to be the little giant on other people's screens, he was going to leave people staring in awe.

and he did it, but unfortunately it left you at second place.

being hinata's childhood friend meant being accompanied by a joyful sunshine (but also equally ambitious and ruthless), anywhere you went.

it was the classic friends to lovers trope, starting off with glances and eye contact that lasted longer than usual, no one moving when your knees or elbows touched, staying over at each others place anytime you could. somewhere around your third and last year of highschool hinata gathered the courage to confess. you could say it all turned out well, seeing as you were now engaged, living together.

however, it wasn't the dream life, not for you at least. you knew hinata loved volleyball, and you knew how good he was at it, you wouldn't dare take any of that away from him, but that also wasn't really your problem.

you didn't mind how time consuming being a professional athlete was, you didn't mind that you had date night barely once every two months because of it, that you rarely woke up next to him—he was already up and training, hours before the first beams of sunlight were even detected by your eyes.

you could take it, you knew it was his job.

what you did mind, was how you never seemed to even come close to volleyball. you were leagues behind. what you did mind, was when he would stand you up, getting so lost in practicing his spikes that he totally forgot about you, when he forgot your anniversary, when the spark he got in his eyes when he talked about volleyball was never present in his eyes when he talked about you. not even once.

it tore you apart, day by day, a new crack in your heart forming.

but maybe it was all your fault.

because at the end of the day, ever since 11 year old hinata came rushing to your door, rambling on about volleyball and some little giant who could jump up so high he swore he must've had wings, you knew deep in your heart, that one day it would all come to this. that you would never be his number one anymore.

so far i have only written for: sirius black

— sirius black

sirius black x reader drabble

the further the two of you were, the better. you weren't good for each other; you were too nice, too giving, and he was... well he was sirius.

you couldn't stay away from him, and neither could he, not that he'd admit it.

you knew he was seeing other girls, but you couldn't bring yourself to care, not when he ended up in your bed either way.

your friends disliked him, on that note, a lot of people in hogwarts disliked him. your grades seemed to dislike him too, dropping each time you got yourself involved with him.

but whenever you were with him, you finally felt understood on some level. you trusted each other, even though you weren't really close, there was something about the atmosphere when you were together that just made all of your deepest darkest secrets slip past your lips and echo out into the dark night at the astronomy tower.

you knew about his mom, and he knew about your dad, and every second spent with him made you feel that maybe everything will be okay, that the dark mark hiding beneath your sleeve wasn't there.

eren yeager x fem!reader drabble

being in love with eren sucked your soul out, it took everything from you, because all you did was give, and give, and give. giving him your love, and your care, and your patience, fighting for his life on the battlefield.

each time your heart beat for him you felt it beat a little weaker, the only thing keeping it going was the little spark of hope; hope that he'll go back to how he used to be, that he'd come back home and stop this stupid act.

but being in love with eren was also intoxicating,

you could feel it running through your blood, going through each cell of your body one by one, consuming you.

you needed him, the real him, not this new version of eren which made everything so confusing. this couldn't have been how he was the whole time, right? not him, not your eren. he couldn't have been this.. mean.

but you would never get him back, and you knew that, deep down in your soul. you simply knew, like how the moon knows to orbit the earth.

so you didn't fight back, when one of zeke's titans that transformed from the wine started making it's way toward you.

you felt it eat you, eat every part of a woman who didn't know anything but how to love, and your eyes closed.

the way i love you

bakugou katsuki x reader

the small things that katsuki does to show his love for you

blurb

the way katsuki loved you was subtle, quiet.

he wasn't one for pda, nor did was he touchy in private, but he had his own way of showing his love for you.

like the way he had a soft spot for you, yelling at you a little bit less than he did at the others, a lack of malice in his voice when he'd call you names.

the way he let you cling to him, kiss him, hug him, sure he'd make never ending comments about it, but he never actually made an effort to push you away, on the contrary, he leaned into your touch.

the way he always listened to you, remembering every small detail of what you told him. every small detail of you. if he was any good at drawing, he was sure he could draw your portrait from memory alone and it'd turn out almost, if not identical. every curve, every corner of your face, he remembered it all.

the way everything around him reminded him of you, and he never failed to send you a text about it, usually accompanied with words along the lines of "couldn't help but think of your ugly dumbass when i saw this"

the way he loved you in his own way, and the way you couldn't imagine yourself asking for anything else.