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messenger [tsukishima kei]

synopsis: you and yamaguchi are best friends with tsukishima. nearly everyday girls come up to the two of you to ask about the blonde and you both have had just enough. little do you know that yamaguchi has a plan of his own to get the chatting to stop...

notes: based off the sole fact that it's canon that girls only go up to yamaguchi to ask him about tsukki, which obviously means he's popular with girls. this was originally written as a stand-alone but i decided to submit it for lexi's @suckerforsugawara first time for everything collab! i apologize for how late this is, writer’s block got the best of me.

warnings: reader is very much in their head, angst at first but eventual fluff with good ending

word count: 4kei

for as smart as tsukishima kei is, he sure is oblivious to how girls flirt with him.

everyday a good number of girls around campus whisper and talk about how they find the blonde middle blocker attractive. about how much a good boyfriend he would make. it amazes you to no end how much the tall and silent type attract people.

you could probably end up rich with how much you hear about him, because there's seriously not one day where you don't hear his name.

at first, most of the comments make you laugh. over time, though, you begin to roll your eyes and scoff. you don't understand why so many people like him. half the time you see how tsukishima interacts with hinata and kageyama and it isn't in the nicest or most pleasant way. it just looks like a complete circus act. you truly feel sorry for daichi and suga.

tsukishima is just...mean. if you had a boyfriend who treated you like that, you'd dump him on the spot.

but maybe you are a hypocrite because while you think of all these things, you're still friends with him.

...if you can even call it that—you're sure tsukishima just 'tolerates' you. but the fact that you and yamaguchi are the two he spends the most time with obviously means something. he also begrudgingly helps you with your homework and walks you home from class all the time.

it means something...right?

today is no different from many other days as you watch hinata and kageyama get into a heated screaming match about god knows what. tsukishima is on the side snickering to yamaguchi. everyone else is helplessly by standing.

but you, on the other hand, are in your own little world. you're one of the managers for karasuno university's volleyball team. currently, you're filling up water bottles for the team. being in the role as manager, you've become a master at zoning out hinata and kageyama's bickering.

but you did not expect that this skill would one day work against you.

"hinata, kageyama! watch out!" ennoshita shouts, but it's already too late. you feel the unruly force of a volleyball hit you, making you drop the bottles you're filling up and spill water on the ground.

"are you okay?" yamaguchi rushes to help you to your feet, shooting the offending people a small glare. kageyama and hinata shiver at tadashi's gaze and begin to profusely apologize.

"i'm okay, yams. thank you." you dust off your clothes and laugh, "it's nothing i can't help when those two get carried away."

"we are so sorry!" hinata cries, nearly tripping over himself to get to you. kageyama sheepishly let's out a 'sorry' before his face flushes a bright red.

you open your mouth to assure them you're fine, but a certain voice beats you to it.

"are you two that incompetent that you'll take out our manager in the middle of one of your childish games?" the voice hisses. "i knew the two of you were stupid, but you both surprise me every day. i have to start lowering my bar more."

you don't have to turn to know who it is.

tsukishima turns to you, a displeased look on his face. if you squint, you can see his concern. "and you really need to work on watching your surroundings. i'd rather not have to take you to the hospital." he scolds, picking up the bottles from the ground. he swats your hand away when you reach out for them and you puff out your cheeks, frustrated.

he always does this, where you can't tell if he cares for you, or if he's just being mean. maybe you’re reading into things too closely.

you watch his eyes scan your figure intently and you flinch when you feel him touch you. your breath hitches at how close he is, close enough to see the specks of gold in his eyes from behind the lenses of his sports googles.

his hand gently turns your face to either side, "are you hurt anywhere?"

at the feeling of his hand on your arm, you feel it burn at the source of his touch. you quickly recover and answer that you're fine. he studies your face for a moment longer to detect if you're lying but doesn't prod for any more answers.

not too far away does yamaguchi note the gesture between you two, but doesn't say anything.

the rest of practice runs by smoothly and you have practically forgotten that you were hit with a volleyball. before you know it, it's over and everyone calls it a day before filing out to the lock room.

tsukishima announces that he has to go somewhere after practice and for you and yamaguchi to not wait up for him. neither of you question him on his whereabouts because chances are he won't even tell you anyways.

as punishment for hitting you with the volleyball, kageyama and hinata are responsible for cleaning up the gym and locking up, which gives you the advantage of getting home early. down to two, you and yamaguchi start your trek home, the convo floating between school, volleyball, and other interests.

"yamaguchi-san?"

the two of you turn at the sound of a girl. she looks anxious and nervous and holds a pink envelope in her hands.

"hi! what can i do for you?" he smiles, green eyes bright and inviting.

the girl seems to gain confidence at yamaguchi's smile. "i have this confession for tsukishima-kun...but i don't know how to give it to him, so i was wondering if you would give it to him for me?" the girl explains shyly. her eyes shift to you and widen. "you're not dating tsukishima-san are you?"

your eyes widen at the accusation and you bust out a laugh, hard. maybe too hard.

"me? date him? i could never!"

after your embarrassing and short-lived laughing party, yamaguchi reluctantly agrees to take the letter to give to tsukishima. a strange feeling wells up in your chest at the sight, and you don't know why you felt disappointed in him doing so.

as soon as the girl leaves, you see yamaguchi's shoulders sag and his smile fades.

"what's wrong, yams?" you nudge your best friend in the side, noting the way he picks at the skin on his hand anxiously.

"nothing," he answers, "we need to get going now."

you pull him back. "it's not 'nothing'. come on, what is it?"

you watch as he takes a moment to gather his thoughts before he replies, "i appreciate and care about tsukki and all, but it really sucks that girls only talk to me about him." he pouts, puffing out his cheeks.

"it's probably because you're much more approachable than mr. blonde beanpole." you suggest, shrugging your shoulders. "frankly, I don't know why or what people see in him. he's not very people-friendly. plus he always walks around with a scowl on his face. but i too wish they would stop asking us about him. what did suckyshima do to get so many confessions all the time..."

your freckled faced friend raises his brows, amused by your passionate rambling. "are you jealous?" he asks, head tilting in inquiry.

"w-what? no! why would i be?" you scoff, feeling your heart race in your chest. "the only thing i'm jealous of is that beanpole blonde's attention." you say. "i would very much like to be confessed to as often as he gets!"

"you would hate it," yamaguchi chuckles, "you don't even like getting attention. especially from guys."

you click your tongue, not knowing how to disagree with him. "maybe, but it wouldn't hurt to have it happen once in a while, you know?" you sigh, "i can't go my entire life without experiencing a confession!"

you must've had a terrible past life to have such an unlucky dating experience. you've never had a guy ask you out. and while you don't like to be arrogant you consider yourself cute and a decent person—more so decent than glasses-kun.

"well, more guys would approach you if it wasn't for tsukki." yamaguchi says, and immediately upon speaking covers his mouth.

you raise a brow at your friend, "eh? what do you mean by that?"

before he can answer, you huff, "you're telling me blondie is messing up my love life? what does he gain from doing that?" you huff, feeling irritated that the number of cute boys you could've encountered is very little due to the fact that they were being cockblocked by the most annoying person on the planet.

yamaguchi would never tell you, and god bless your soul, but he's forever thankful for how oblivious you are at times. his skin is saved from having to explain to tsukishima why his crush on you has been outed.

but on the other hand, he desperately wants these confession shenanigans to be over with and for the two of you to confess to each other. to him, it's painfully obvious that there are shared feelings but neither one of you want to acknowledge the fact that there's something going on. he'd rather take the risk of tsukishima biting his head off if it means you two will end up together.

"let's just say that the two of you complain about each other too much for there not to be something going on between you two." yamaguchi says. "i just wish you'd both make out with each other or something."

panic swarms you, at the meer thought of locking lips with blondie. "tadashi, i would never be caught kissing him. i'd rather be dead." you say sternly, although an itch in your throat tells you otherwise.

"yeah, i totally got the vibe of that earlier when he came over to see if you were okay." he laughs, rolling his eyes.

"it didn't mean anything, he was just oddly nice..." you argue, the rapid beating of your heart mocking you.

the sudden silence could be cut through with a knife as you two walk. your knuckles grip your bag tightly as you focus on your feet in front of you.

"your crush never went away, right?" yamaguchi stops walking and looks at you intently.

when you don't respond, he knows his answer.

"that's another reason why i don't like getting these confessions. i don't want to see you get hurt by all of this." he reveals, his hand gripping the pink envelope he was given earlier.

"it doesn't matter, though. what i feel is irrelevant.” you shrug.

yamaguchi perks up, a light bulb going off. he presses the envelope to your hands. "you give this to him. you can find out what he says about the letter and how it makes him feel. he might act differently. that way, you can also decide if those feelings for him are still there, or if you've moved on. if you haven’t, then confess."

you turn away, not taking the envelope. your feet then move briskly. "what makes you think that he would accept my confession? there's no way he would."

"what's stopping you?" he presses, following you. "you don't know that unless you try."

a sharp exhale of air escapes you, your nerves taking your own words out of your mouth. "because i don't want to make a relationship awkward possibly. besides, he'll just make fun of me for having a crush on him and then reject me. so no way is tsukki going to accept it."

"he wouldn't do that. and you know he wouldn't. look, we both know tsukki better than anyone else does. i'm surprised at how blind you are to how he feels about you. or maybe you're denying it?"

before you can reply, you realize you've reached your apartment.

"just think about telling him? it'll ease your mind somehow, won't it? at least you'll have your answer and you can stop letting this eat at you the way it has for years." yamaguchi says, concern written on his face.

you sigh. "sure, tadashi. i'll think about it."

you don't get a wink of sleep that night. and despite you wanting more time to think, you are meeting up with tsukishima and yamaguchi to hangout the next day. so even if you want to put off your thoughts about the situation, you can't.

"you look like shit," tsukishima says once you sit down at the cafe the three of you always meet up at. "like a zombie with the life is sucked out of them.”

“wow, how did you guess?” you say, response dripping with sarcasm.

a guilty look appears on his face before he changes it to a softer expression. "here, i already ordered for you." he says, pushing your favorite order across the counter.

"oh, thank you. you didn't have to." you reach into your bag to pay him back, but he pushes your hand away, a grimace on his face.

"yeah, well i did anyways." he says, turning away. a faint hue of pink can be seen across his cheeks. “you should really try not to over exert yourself. we can’t afford to have our manager collapsing.”

you stare at the drink, mind rambling. “right…”

tsukishima distracts himself with the time, noticing how late yamaguchi is. it isn’t like him to be late. once the male checks his phone, everything clicks into place.

"tadashi says he won't be able to make it to the movies." tsukishima tells you, slipping his phone back in his pocket.

"really?" you go to pull your own phone out of your bag to check, but something else catches your eyes first.

the pink envelope.

you gasp, gritting your teeth. "tadashi, you bastard..." you hiss, wondering when he slipped it into your bag.

"yeah, something about feeling sick..." the tall man's eyes slide down to look at you, and as attentive as he is he asks, "what are you grumbling about?"

you eyes glance between him and the letter, panic washes over you as you try to improvise a lie.

tsukishima leans over, peering into your bag. “what is that?” he asks.

solemnly, you hand him the pink envelope. cotton has lodged itself in your throat but you manage. "this...this is for you."

“from?” he questions, but he already knows it’s not you. you don’t dot your i’s like that.

“the usual. some girl with a crush on you.” you answer, “she didn’t know how to give it you directly.”

opening the letter, his brown eyes scan the contents carefully, silence overcoming him as he drinks in each word.

meanwhile, your heart races rapidly. you can feel yourself beginning to spiral in your mind, thinking of all the possibilities of what could happen next after he finishes reading the letter. instead of hearing anything, the blonde simply puts the letter back in the envelope.

“let’s go.” he says, standing up to leave.

wait...that's it? you watch him leave the cafe and scramble after him, confusion trailing you.

when you catch up to tsukishima, your eyes glance at him, trying to gauge anything. something.

"well?" you ask, brow arching up.

"'well' what?" he replies, staring at you expressionless.

"are you...going to accept?" you prod, leg bouncing.

the man seems to contemplate your question, not answering for a moment. the anticipation is killing you. swallowing you whole. you have to say something before you’re buried alive.

"don't accept that confession." you blurt.

"huh?" the blonde slips the envelope in his pocket. "and why not?"

you shift uncomfortably in your spot. "b-because."

"'b-because', isn't an answer. i hope you're aware." he mocks before stepping closing to you, a sly smirk on his face. "why do you look like you're about to throw up? is the thought of me getting a confession that repulsive to you?"

"shut up!" you hiss, the burning in your cheeks spreading like wildfire now. "i never said that."

"you didn't have to. your face said everything that i needed to know." he replies, "why are you so eager to know anyways?"

you shrug, "i mean, we're friends right? why wouldn't i be curious?"

a soft chuckle leaves him. it's pretty, and pretty looks very good on him. how annoying for your nerves. "right, and let's say i do accept the confession. what would you do then?"

you blink, your hands clammy, body scorching at this point. "dunno, maybe throw a party with a sign that says 'congrats kei, you're lovable after all'."

"you're a horrible liar, you know. it's very annoying." tsukishima scowls, grabbing your wrist and turning you to look at him.

"who said i was going to accept the confession?" he tilts his head to the side, leaning in slightly. "hmm? i think you put that idea in that pretty head of yours all by yourself."

you huff, irritated by his teasing manner."it's not funny to joke like that."

he blinks. "when did i make a joke?"

"you always do...i don't understand you, tsukishima." at this point you can feel your face burning up. you look away from the blonde, frustrated and also internally panicking. when you go to walk away, his large hand catches your wrist, pulling you back.

"so now we're back to tsukishima?" he asks, distaste in his tone.

you bite your lip, too scared to say anything.

he clicks his tongue. "listen, i didn't have to read the letter to know my answer. i didn't even need to receive one. i've already had my mind made up."

a soft 'oh' leaves your mouth. "is that right?"

"yes, because i already have feelings for someone." he confesses, and your heart nearly stops.

you weren't expecting this at all. you bargained for more than you wanted, but it’s your fault and your fault alone. you start to yell in your head about how wrong yamaguchi is, about how you're too late to confess now, because someone else has already stolen—

"this is for you." tsukishima hands a eerily similar pink envelope to you with a small plushie. your eyes widen as you look at the plush, recognizing that it's your favorite animal. you remember talking about how you still sleep with stuffed animals and made the mistake of having tsukishima overhear you. the teasing that day never ended.

when squeezing the plush to you, you're surprised to hear it play your favorite song. reading the letter, you recognize the handwriting as his immediately. you're familiar with how he loops his y's and g's. you recognize the eloquence in his words. but you feel alien reading how he pours his emotions—about you—into words. words that are a lot kinder and sweeter than his usual moments.

"why would i joke about my feelings?" he answers, pulling at his hands, fingers fidgeting. "if you don't reciprocate them—"

"no! i-i mean, yes! yes, i do!" your face is on fire at this point. "i'm just shocked, i-i wasn't expecting—"

"for someone to be into someone like you?" he finishes.

you blink, stunned by his response. "well, yeah."

and tsukishima kei does what tsukishima kei does best.

he flicks your forehead.

he rubs the spot where he flicked your forehead and his gaze becomes soft as he stares at you, his large hands not pulling back from how it gently cradles your face.

"i've been into your annoying ass since you yelled at those bullies for picking on tadashi." he mumbles, a fond look in his eyes.

your eyes look over him rapidly. "i don't get it. how? why?"

he pinches your cheek, rolling his eyes. "you keep saying that and it's really annoying." he continues, "it's simple. you're...you're a much better person than i am. you're smart...and funny. and you understand me even when my words don't always say what i mean. you've pushed me to be a better person." he tries to make himself smaller, wanting to escape his vulnerability, but it's hard when you're a walking lamppost.

"i can't stand the sight of other guys looking at you. at thinking they have a chance with you. call me a hypocrite because i know i'm the last person who deserves a chance with you, but—" he cuts himself off, fiddling his his hands.

"but what, kei?" you push, heart pounding.

"but i want one anyways. i've never felt like this with anyone before and i don't want to stop now. i...i'm willing to take the chance to ask to go out with you...even if i know you deserve better than me." he explains, head bowing low.

this time, you reach up and flick his forehead.

"ow? what the hell, dumbass?" he scowls.

"it's annoying when you do that, too," you say, teasing, "you always undermine how brilliant you are and it has to stop. you may be an asshole, but you're also perceptive, and caring, even if you don't really know how to show it in conventional ways."

he doesn't say anything because he knows you're right.

you speak again. "for the record, i think that you're pretty amazing. and a lot of other people think so too. learn to give yourself more credit, kei."

"i can say the same about you." he says, brushing hair back from your face. his eyes shift down to your lips before looking away just as quickly. his single strand of vulnerability left snaps.

"c-can i kiss you?" he stutters, and you're shocked to see the snarky blonde asshole you know in such a shy state.

"yes," you breathe, "please."

he can’t resist when you ask so nicely and look so pretty right in front of him.

and what you learn is that kei's kisses are sweeter than any words that can come out of his smart mouth. how that is possible, you don't know. but you surely don't mind at all.

he tugs you close to his body, his scent overtaking your senses. he smells like mint and whatever cologne he put on today and it's easily your new favorite aroma.

you pull away and can't help but note how pretty kei looks after kissing. hair disheveled, swollen lips, glossy eyes, and glasses nearly falling off his face. you quietly laugh and push the frames back up his face.

"i love you, you know." you say, holding his face.

he leans into you, kissing your palm as he reciprocates the words in a quiet voice. a quirk in his lips and he adds, "i would hope you do. i don't want to be seen having to return to build-a-bear for a second time to return a bear."

you grin, holding up the bear teasingly. "this plush?"

"oni-chan said i should give you something...that you'd appreciate. it's yours as long as you don't replace me with it." he answers, red creeping up his neck. "if you do, i'll return it."

"don't worry, kei. i promise not to replace you with a stuffed animal when i need cuddles." you latch onto his arm, clinging to him easily. he tugs you impossibly closer.

sending yamaguchi a text thank you and a picture of you with your new bear—now named tadashi—with an annoyed tsukishima holding you tight in the photo. 'new family photo! you were right!'.

yamaguchi only grins at the message, laying back on his bed with a smile as he smiles. his work as cupid is over. he'd figure out the third wheeling issue later.

for now, mission accomplished.

#yearn;reblogs #i was drawn in by how funny the 4kei was for the wc #okay so this is the first tsukishima fic i’ve ever read and it’s SO CUTE #i love reader’s personality in this because it’s brash in a way that compliments tsukki’s #ALSO the opening line UGH oblivious people i love the first line so much #the dialogue you use also captures so much of their emotions!!!#i struggle with the placement and sound of dialogue and love the way you’ve done it here #LOVE LOVE LOVE this fic and i can’t wait to go through the rest of your work!!!#mwahmwah compliments to the chef

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imyearningg · 2 years

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suddenly my drafts are all of suna

#yearn;thoughts #secretly because i kin him #only suna on the brain

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imyearningg · 2 years

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one inconvenient thing happens and suddenly i go through the 5 stages of grief

edit: i am now awake and everything is genuinely fine. lot’s of things happening this week and i am very excited!!!

#yearn;thoughts #it’s not even inconvenient #i just overthink and get anxious #it’s okay i’m heading to sleep soon and i’m sure i’m just tired

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imyearningg · 2 years

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Atsumu’s irritated.

The kind of irritated that makes him look like he's constantly smelling something foul.

Osamu snickers. “Yer face is gonna stay like that ya scrub.”

“Shaddup.” He grabs his bento and stomps away from the usual lunch spot, away from his friends,

Away from his dumb brother.

He's not even sure he's hungry anymore he's so irritated, and that makes him even more irritated. He knows exactly why he's irritated, too, not that it helps.

It's all because some doe-eyed simp batted her fake eyelashes at 'Samu this morning and asked him to be the subject of a portrait assignment.

Geez, Atsumu was right there!

And then, after the stupid scrub says yes and that frilly little turd skips away, 'Samu turns to him and says

‘Guess that settles it. I've got the better face.’

He’s charging around the school, not sure he's looking for any place in particular…it's just a way to burn through some frustration.

“Whoa, who boiled your bean curd today.”

He stops and whips around ready to bite the head off—

You.

Atsumu gulps; he recognizes you from class but doesn't actually know your name and the last thing he wants to do is berate some innocent and be hung out to dry by Kita because this whole school’s a cesspool of gossip—

“Seriously, Atsumu. You okay?”

He blinks, still grumpy but nods. “Just mah stupid brother.”

“You…wanna talk about it?” you offer unsurely and gesture to the spot on the bench next to you.

“Really?” When you nod reassuringly, he screws up his face. “Why? Ya just tryin’a use me ta get ta someone else on the team?”

“What? No.” You look disgusted and…a little disappointed. “Do people really do that to you?”

Atsumu shrugs, stiffly sitting down with you. “I dunno. Just seems like everyone prefers my brother.”

“All the time? Or did something specific happen?”

Atsumu admits “kinda both.” He tells you how his brother loves to get under his skin and then their friends get it on it, too.

He tells you about the incident this morning.

“You're upset because she asked your brother over you?” When he nods you think for a moment, then offer “I’ll draw you.”

“Ha?!” he gapes.

You nod nonchalantly. “Yeah, I'm in that class...I have that portrait assignment, too."

“And ya don’t have someone yer already drawin’?”

“No.” You lament “I've been dreading it. The last thing I want to do is go up to someone and ask ‘hey can I draw you?’." You cringe. "Gross.”

“What about yer friends er somethin’?”

You give him a flat smirk. “do you want someone to draw you or not?”

He splutters “hu-gchw-we-well yeah but only if ya want ta!” He pouts and crosses his arms. “I don’t want yer pity.” His petulance cracks as you laugh.

For the first time in a long time someone's laughing because of him... Not at him.

“I promise it’s not like that, Atsumu." You smile so genuinely his irritation dissolves. "Really, you're doing me a huge favor."

"Really?" He likes the look of relief in your eyes when you nod, that he was the one who made that happen.

Three weeks later the portraits are put on display. Atsumu's excited to see your final piece. You haven't shown him yet but he had so much fun hanging out with you; he's never felt so seen or appreciated, been so relaxed or so autonomously at ease,

Until his brother makes a comment.

"I dunno, I think ya made it all up." 'Samu smirks. "There's only one Miya among those portraits and it's the better looking twin."

You're not in class today; not answering his texts so he goes to look on his own and sure enough,

His face isn't there.

Where the fuck is the picture you drew?!

He's more than irritated now...

His mood is downright foul.

He avoids interacting with anyone and everyone until he can get to practice and then his irritation doesn't dissipate on the court and it's just building and building turning into error after error--

"Atsumu, someone's here to see you."

He doesn't dare snap at his captain, simply turns and freezes when he sees you at the side of the court.

His anger fades to a grumpy simmer.

"I got your texts," you say with a smile and light flush to your cheeks. "Sorry I didn't respond, I was busy."

"That why yer in such a pissy mood today, 'Tsumu?" Osamu comments from the bench but before Atsumu can react, you beat him to it.

"Excuse me, I'm talking to Atsumu right now."

Everyone stops and looks. Eyebrows raise, and more than a few jaws drop.

With an irritated exhale you turn back to Atsumu and clear your expression. "As I was saying... I'm sorry I didn't respond or tell you ahead of time...I wanted it to be a surprise."

Atsumu's throat is tight as you hand him something that's definitely not a drawing. "What's this?" he sourly mumbles.

Ignoring the snarky murmurs of his team you tap it and explain "it's a letter of acceptance for an art show."

He can hear the joy in your voice and when his gaze shifts up your smile rivals the sun.

"Your portrait is a centerpiece."

#yearn;reblogs #im literally sobbing crying shaking this is SO LOVELY #and the ending i am 🥹💕#writer i hope u have an amazing day mwahmwah

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imyearningg · 2 years

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Summary: Suna’s found himself falling for his friend, and he’s struggling to keep it a secret

Suna Rintarō x gn!reader

WC: i’ll check later cause i’m on mobile

CW: Pining, this is a little angsty/fluffy? but more so angst, friends, feelings of anxiety and want

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“What do you think is the most painful thing?”

Suna blinks twice, a restart to his mind, as he pauses, cautioned at your question. That long, monotonous face of his scrunches up at the nose, and he lets out a scoff.

“Couldn’t tell you.”

His response is short of reason, and inconspicuous, leaving little room for further discussion, head tilting to yours.

The corner of his lips curl at the end, while his teeth bare out from behind, and broadened shoulders melt further back into the planks of the bench. From where he sits, he stares out into the spacious, starry sky. He’s sure you’re planning a witty comeback, looking like a goldfish with the opening and closing of your mouth, as you stare in disbelief.

If there’s one thing Suna’s scared of—it’s you.

No other person makes his ears tinge pink the same way you do, and every time the two of you bump into one another walking along the streets, there’s an unexplainable urge to pull you in closer.

The one thing Suna’s scared of is how easily lost he feels when you smile, and that look you have when you draw towards sunbeams. He doesn’t think he’ll ever be accustomed to the way you glance over at him as if you’re nothing but the background, because to him, you’re everything.

You, in all your thoughts and beauties, the indescribable feeling of want, of need, that envelops every part of him.

To hold you, to kiss you, to look into your eyes and know everything will be alright.

“Come on, Rintarou. You and I know that’s a dumb answer.”

“Well, what kind of answer are you looking for?” There’s that playful lilt in Suna’s voice that weasels its way through his words. “That time you stole a piece of my chicken—or maybe when you broke my phone…”

To which Suna watches you turn to him in a scowl, as if regretting asking him the question altogether.

“That was an accident. I didn’t think it would fall!”

Except the scold of Suna’s name from your lips makes him grin a bit wider. The way you so speak so blissfully makes him choke, and he feels as though he’s gasping for air.

He can’t believe you agreed to stay a little longer. He’s asked so much of you, for you to even stay here with him is already too much—too much for his pounding heart, and his hand that fidgets with the other.

It’s as if you’re the one plotting against him in this grand scheme of chase, yet Suna knows he himself is the mastermind behind his own stupid, stupid feelings.

The most painful thing in the world, huh?

Being unable to love you.

Being unable to see your glossy eyes, or the way your hands fly up to your mouth when you can’t stop laughing. The little wave you do whenever you greet him.

Because if he told you the truth—could you still stand to be around him?

Every time Suna glances over at you, he tries so hard not to stare at your pretty features. Surely, you must have caught him once or twice, because there’s no way you don’t know how—

How entranced he is at the thought of you.

Shouldn’t it be enough to admire from afar? It should ease him to look at you through the copious amount of photos you’ve taken together, but it doesn’t stop the congested feeling searing his body .

The feeling that makes his stomach twist and turn, as if he were on a sailboat. The lulling of your steady fingertips as you just barely leave your touch upon him.

Everything from Suna’s limbs, to the wavering of his vocal chords feels compelled to indulge in you.

No other person in the world makes Suna wonder about the twinkling stars at night and their formations in the sky, looked upon by only those who choose.

So when will you choose him?

#haikyuu #hq suna #hq x reader #suna x reader #suna angst #haikyuu!!#suna rintarou #hq angst #haikyuu angst #suna imagines #suna x y/n #suna rintaro scenarios #suna fluff #haikyuu suna #haikyuu fluff #suna rintarō #hq fluff #yearn;writes #i started writing this because i was sad but because i’m no longer sad i’m posting it

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imyearningg · 2 years

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my heart is so full

#yearn;thoughts

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imyearningg · 2 years

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DATING THEM INCLUDES…

feat. suna rintaro, miya osamu, kuroo tetsuro, akaashi keiji, & sakusa kiyoomi

warnings: none! just fluff and things i wish i could have w someone 😜

SUNA

late nights. communication. movie nights. lap sitting. hand holding everywhere you go. stealing his hoodies. failed baking nights that turn into ordering takeout. intense eye contact. loves to take photos of you to look at when he’s away for volleyball and misses you. constant facetime calls. washing each other’s backs. night drives. him hugging you from behind when you wake up early to surprise him with breakfast. surprising you with gifts. stupid nicknames. teasing.

OSAMU

shoulder kisses. mukbangs. surprise dinner dates. deep late night convos. actions > words. headpats. trying new recipes every saturday. kissing him for every sit up he does as a ‘motivator.’ bouquets of flowers. visiting him at work. lazy mornings. several ‘have you eaten’ texts. reassurance.

SAKUSA

soft smiles. silent ‘i love yous.’ bathing together after a volleyball game. candle-lit dinner nights. cuddles. lots of them. running away from paparazzi while holding hands. being his special cameraman when he uploads a new workout video. random slice of life photos throughout the day. hand holding in the car, always. playing with his hair to soothe him to sleep. kisses.

AKAASHI

cafe dates. asking you ideas for what he should write about next. traveling. aesthetic photos. furniture shopping. ‘this reminded me of you’ text. pet names. making a photo album with all things you related. early morning walks. your personal photographer. late night board games. hot chocolate on snowy nights. picnics. domestic mornings. he stares at you, a lot. good morning texts. book recs. listening to your rambles and rants.

KUROO

instant make ups. cheesy jokes. plushies. motivational words when you study. shy kisses. ‘would you still love me if i was an (insert animal)’ texts. surprises. bear hugs. late night gossiping. dance battles. kisses in the rain. horror movies, (except he clings to you the whole time). laughing until your stomach hurts.

reblogs are heavily appreciated!

#yearn;reblogs #manifesting this into my life #AHHH #reads this over and over again

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imyearningg · 2 years

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i think i’ll make this into a series or something because i want to continue writing this but it’ll probably be some time

Summary: Suna’s found himself fawning over a trinket in an antique store, when he bumps into you

Suna Rintarō x gn!reader

WC: 1.1k

CW: Bugs (bug pinning), swearing (not aggressively, just in general)

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Even though Suna geeks about the latest graphics cards and video games, he’ll always find himself fascinated by the array of beetles and butterflies that line the shelves of antique stores.

It’s not the delicate porcelain, or the hundreds of baseball cards that lie in plastic sleeves catching his eye, but rather the pinned luna moth that spans the length of his hand.

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At night with his mother and sister years ago, Suna recalls warm evenings drifting into pitch black skies—nights where they sat outside, the porch light on, and a candle light held by Suna’s mother.

Nothing except the gentle breeze crept through the window screens, while small beetles and pearly moths flittered into view of the beaming porch light.

He remembers the soft, whisper his mother used each time she said aloud the name of a crawling creature.

As they head back inside, a large, dusty green moth, banded at the top with a velvety purple, lands on his mother’s hand.

“Actias artemis.”

Her eyes flicker to Suna’s, and the little bit of light from the candle warms her skin as the moth’s wings open and close idly. Carefully, her other hand takes Suna’s, sliding two of his fingers above the moth.

The yellow light of the flame reflects upon two beady eyes, and the moth’s little legs quickly crawl to Suna’s fingers—its soft body now against his hand, and antennae wavering.

Four more eyes stare back at Suna’s, an even brasher yellow that glares angrily against the surrounding green. He’s enamored by the extension of the moth’s wings that stretch to his fingertips, and Suna wants nothing more than to keep it.

However, before he can ask, the moth takes a few steps forward and flies away. It leaves the three of them behind, drifting towards the trees.

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Staring down at the frame now in his hands, a tiny scripture is written to the side,

Actias artemis

His left hand pats down his pants, except the brown leather wallet that usually sits in his back left pocket isn’t there. The frame is set on the shelf again, before Suna hurriedly rifles through his pockets.

Suna’s giddy, like a kid at a candy store—except he can’t find his damn, fucking wallet, and when he looks down at the palm of his hands, he’s sweating.

Sweating real bad.

He can’t imagine someone else will purchase it when it’s just been displayed.

And his heart’s beating rapidly, with a slight ringing in the ears because the one thing he would need right now would be for someone to waltz in and have a liking for the exact same trinket.

He hopes he’s remembered to put deodorant on this morning, because he’s never felt this stressed in his entire fuckin’ life. Not even the Miya’s antics could top how stupid Suna’s feeling right about now.

Before Suna books it out the store, shaky hands carefully place the moth behind another dainty bug. Another one which stops him in his tracks for just a moment, but he doesn’t have time to look.

He doesn’t think he’s needed to run this fast in a while, almost knocking over old pots and pans, passing by a creepy vintage doll. The cooler air in contrast to himself, makes him feel clammy, as if something’s weighing his skin.

The bell clangs when he exits, and he’s eyeing the parking lot for his car. Taped fingers frantically dabble the sides of his thighs, and the first footstep he takes, he finds himself knocking over, you.

As wildly surprised as you are at the looming figure, he looks much more flushed than you do.

“Shit, fuck. Sorry, I’m so sorry,” Suna bursts out, pulling you up off the ground. His hands wipe away flecks of dirt that line your clothes, and in another moment he’s tripping over his own two feet to get to the door of his car.

The iced coffee he bought at a nearby café sits forgotten on the roof of his car, the ice completely melted into the remainder of the drink.

Hands scrounge through the drawer of his car that’ve been the holding ground for the excess change and napkins each time he eats out, and he’s hissing a “Yes!” at his find.

The car door slams, the lock being signaled by the click, and he’s jogging back to the store. Another clang sounds at Suna’s entrance, and he’s passing the records section, some cutlery, and that weird, old doll again.

Until he finds you. Again. Staring at the shelves of pinned bugs he was admiring mere moments before.

Deep breaths alleviate the tension in his chest, and curiously, Suna watches you. He watches you look at the neatly aligned boxes, before you turn and make eye contact with him, a subtle smile appearing through your lips.

“Everything alright?” Your attention focuses back to the next item, and his own eyes too go back and forth, between you and the shelf.

“Yeah, yeah. I was just looking for something, that’s all,” and you chuckle at his bland response.

He’s scratching the back of his craned neck, and when he peers down, his eyes widen just the slightest. That’s when Suna notices the basket on your arm.

On one side are some sort of different colored rocks and minerals. On the other, is the luna moth in its feathery glory, peeking up at him.

It’s almost mocking, how its six eyes watch him from below, and Suna’s staring long enough for you to think he’s a little weird.

“I hope you find what you’re looking for,” and you wave goodbye, walking past him to the register.

Suna glances back at you, his hands reaching up to cradle his face, because it’s fine.

If Suna had bought it, the glass barrier would’ve been broken by the Miyas anyways—or he would’ve dropped it on the pavement, splitting the frame in half with how unsteady his hands have been.

But he’s pissed.

Not at you, but just, everything.

You’re already gone by the time he decides to leave, having checked out and left. There’s no use berating someone you’ve just met to give you something—not that he would.

So when he exits the store for the second time, clouds of dust surround the area his feet kick into, and he’s walking the pace of a child. If you were there to watch, you’d see just a glimpse of a pout on his usual deadpan face.

The coffee from before still sits atop his car roof, except alongside, there’s a rectangular box wrapped in newspaper, and an unsigned note attached to the front.

I think you need this more than I do. Take care of him.

When he looks around, no one else stands in the parking lot. It’s almost empty, save for the few cars with no one inside.

Oh fuck.

He swears his heart’s fluttering.

#srb #yearn;reblogs

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