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saintmanjiro · 2 days ago
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the water is running in the shower, and sakusa laughs melodically into the crown of your head, his arms wrapping tightly around you to keep you in place. his thumb rubs circles into your hipbone as you take a moment to steady yourself.
“you okay?” he grins, his dimples showing through. it’s foggy in the bathroom, the heat of the shower encompassing the both of you, and his hair is damp against his forehead, but you think he still looks beautiful, all things considered. reaching over, you poke his left dimple, watching how carefree he seems to be around you with a soft grin.
if only he was yours, you think.
“yeah,” you mumble.
“did i rock your world that hard?” he teases, chuckling when you roll your eyes and look away. “can’t seem to use your legs properly.” he can practically feel the heat radiating off your face.
“i think you can call me kiyoomi,” he interrupts. “we’ve gotten to know each other pretty well,” he winks. and you’re confused where this side of sakusa kiyoomi is even coming from, how after months and months of being a brooding and grumpy man, he could flip the switch and become so unfiltered.
but he’s magnetic like this, he draws you in and leaves you hungry for more. you want everything sakusa kiyoomi can give, want to decipher everything he means, want to learn everything he ever was, is, and will be.
and last night was a drunk mess, you’re not sure where it quite started or how it ended, but you know you woke up in a mess of bare limbs and tangled sheets, on a warm chest littered with moles you’d like to spend the rest of your life mapping. sakusa offers you a shower, and you take it as an invitation to see a glimpse of who he is underneath his mask—inside and out.
“geez, when did you get so confident,” you mumble, letting go of him to balance on your own. his hands keep their place on your hips nonetheless, thumb still rubbing circles into the bare skin.
“i’m not confident,” he shrugs, handing you body wash. you raise a brow at the brand, exotic and hard to pronounce, and no doubt incredibly expensive. “it’s just easy to be myself around you,” he murmurs. and you can make out the small bit of blush on his cheeks from the confession, taking in the sight of him flustered instead. but his eyes are hopeful, and your heart is in the air doing leaps.
“oh, is that so?” you hum. he nods, smiling when you lean a bit closer to him. it’s softer, and as you get closer, you realize sakusa kiyoomi’s eyes hold more depth to them than you’d initially realized. “i didn’t know you had dimples,” you mumble. “you should smile more.”
“well, you should make me,” he raises a brow.
“with your mask off,” you add. “otherwise it’s pointless.”
“ah,” he grins, spinning you so your back is against the cool tile. “that’s only for you.” he takes a deep breath before adding, “if you’ll have me, that is.” and it’s not exactly how he wanted to ask, but he’s been waiting months for this moment, and he deems this moment good enough. smiling brightly, you tilt you head closer, pecking his lips sweetly.
perhaps he’s been yours all along.
“i’ll have you,” you agree. “if you’ll have me.”
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this is a repost from my old blog. even though this post is sfw, i am still a nsfw blog so minors don’t not follow me !!
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ellewords · 2 days ago
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there wasn’t only one bed, there were two, and it broke oikawa tooru’s heart. 
he had been crossing every finger on his hands when the receptionist informed the two of you that there were only a single room left in the entire hotel. he really should have planned this little road trip better, but then again how was he supposed to know that a storm would be coming? he tried to fight off the smile that threatened to spread across his lips when he replied that two of you would be taking the room for the night.
you asked him why he sighed the second he stepped past the front door; truth be told, he’d been practicing in his head the speech that would convince you that sharing a bed wouldn’t be too bad. all he could reply was a shrug of his shoulders as you called for the bed closest to the window. 
oikawa settles in bed with a frown on his face, he was hoping he’d have you in his arms by the end of the night. 
there were two beds, but he hears you tossing and turning in the middle of the night. he had been staring at the ceiling for a few minutes, or had it already been an hour? either way he hears your quiet groans of frustration. oikawa keeps his voice as gentle as possible when he asks, “can’t sleep?”
there’s silence on your end, a hesitation on your part as you bite your lip. did he say something wrong? oikawa wonders, anxiously gripping the sheets as he waits for your response. 
“do you mind...laying next to me? just until i fall asleep?”
there were two beds, but oikawa still ends up crawling into yours in the middle of the night. you’re hiding your face in his chest, and he’s grateful that the lights are off. you wouldn’t be able to see the heat that rose straight to his cheeks, but you might be able to feel the loud beating of his heart.
there were two beds, but oikawa still wakes up the following morning with his arms around you. and yours are around him too. there’s a barely visible smile on your face, one that just about matched the one on his own. and his heart had never felt more full. 
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from elle !  I already kinda do these short brainrot things on my tot blog nd waking up today not next to oikawa tooru made me wanna write this so i figured might as well do ‘em here too >_< 
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tetsuukuroo · 2 days ago
I’m quitting the volleyball team prank
In which: you decide to pull a prank on your poor boys but they don't seem to catch on that it's a joke
Warning: Seijoh boys being seijoh boys, longer than I expected it to be...oops
Features: Aoba Johsai x manager!reader
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just realised they're running in order of their jersey number
Seijoh adores you
Because it took them FOREVER to finally get a capable manager who didn't join the team just to flirt with Oikawa Tooru
So, obviously they would cherish you
But that didn't mean they didn't love messing with you
In fact, it was their favourite hobby to do other than volleyball
So, when you saw that you had the perfect chance to return the favour, you gladly took it
Unfortunately, for your part, it didn't turn out as expected
Fortunately, you enjoyed the outcome even more
"(F/n)-chan!" Oikawa exclaimed as the team took a water break.
You smiled at him as you waited expectantly for his hug, arms wrapping around you as he swung you around.
"You're so sweaty, Oikawa," you squealed before spraying him in the face with water from the bottle you were holding.
He lets out a screech as the other members of the team sighed in exasperation, not believing this was their captain when they weren't on the court.
"Watch out, (F/n), you might trip over the water again," Matsukawa teased causing you to huff at him, crossing your arms.
Hanamaki patted your back, "there there, dear manager," he says and you narrowed your eyes at him.
"Don't worry, you won't trip over don't need anything for you to trip anyway," he finishes off and you scoff as you throw a towel at his face as he and a few others laughed.
"Iwa! They're being mean again," you pouted to the ace who sighs as he places his water bottle down.
"Don't worry," he says encouragingly, "you do trip over your own feet so technically he's wrong."
You let out an over-exaggerated gasp of offence as you pointed an accusing finger at him. "You're such a traitor, Iwaizumi!"
"It's true though, (F/n)-chan!" Oikawa says as he slings an arm around your shoulders. "But don't mind. We love you just the way you are, (F/n)-chan."
"Clumsy or not, we do," Kindaichi adds in with a small smile he hid behind his hand.
"Give her a break, guys," Watari speaks up and you just about cried as you hugged him for 'saving you' from these vultures you're a slave to. He almost felt too bad for the next teasing line he added in but not enough to hold himself back, knowing it was going to be taken light-heartedly. "Her clumsiness is cute."
"I'm not clumsy!" you whined as you turned to Kyotani hopefully.
Surely, he would back you up, right? Right?!
He looks at you as you blinked to him, a faint blush making its way onto his face as he noticed how adorable you looked when you pouted for help from all the teasing.
He avoided eye contact with you to try and avoid the blush from growing, placing a hand over his mouth causing a noise of surprise to escape from your lips at the absolute betrayal.
"No comment," you heard him mutter before walking away from you, leaving you with your jaw to the ground from pure shock.
You let out comical tears, dramatically feigning a faint from the 'hurt' you're experiencing.
"No one here appreciates me enough," you sigh, eyes closing as you placed your hand on your forehead.
From the silence you opened one eye only to see your boys smiling at you for your dramatics causing you to scoff before grabbing the towel from Kunimi and swinging it over your shoulder.
"Just get back to hitting those damn volleyballs you're obsessed with," they heard you grumble but could see the smile on your face as you walked towards the bench.
Practice continued on for another hour and when it was finally over, you did your usual job as manager, beginning to clean up everything as the boys took the time to cool off before making their way to the team club room.
While you were cleaning and all the boys had already made their way to the club room to get changed, your childhood friend, Ushijima Wakatoshi, arrived in the gym.
You almost dropped the pole for the net out of surprise when he suddenly appeared behind you but he quickly took hold of the top of it before it could hit you.
"Toshi? What're you doing here so early? You know how Oikawa would react when he sees you here," you say as he helped you gather your things.
He shrugs as he followed you, your bags in his hands as you placed the net and its poles into the storage room.
"I finished practice early and decided to walk you to my house. My mother is waiting for us and has already made dinner for tonight," he tells you, holding out your bag once you finish locking the storage room. "Besides, this allows me to tell Oikawa Tooru to move to Shiratorizawa and join our team instead."
You smiled at his usual antics but Ushijima genuinely did not understand what you found funny about the situation.
Although, before you could explain, both of you turned your attention towards the very person you were talking about, the Oikawa Tooru standing at the entrance of the gym, letting out a horrified screech beside Iwaizumi, Hanamaki and Matsukawa.
Iwaizumi narrowed his eyes as he crossed his arms, Hanamaki and Matsukawa quirked a brow while Oikawa glared menacingly. All of their stares directed at Ushijima standing with you.
You furrowed your brows, noticing the other three's reactions, surprised. You did expect Oikawa to react the way he did though, so that's cool.
But what you didn't know was that the group only heard the last bit of that sentence before they entered the gym.
"-to move to Shiratorizawa and join our team instead."
Oh, boy.
"That's low, Ushiwaka! That's real low!" Oikawa huffed as he marched towards you two.
"What?" both you and Ushijima asked in confusion, one being more obvious than the other.
The fact that Ushijima didn't seem to feel an ounce of shame from coming to their turf and trying to steal their manager, just pissed Oikawa off even more.
The others couldn't help but to also feel the same way.
"I get that I'm amazing and everything but just because I rejected your so-called offer, does not mean you can come here and steal our manager," Oikawa says as he pouts, his nose scrunching up in disgust. "Too bad you have to face another rejection but this time from our amazing (F/n)-chan."
"But (F/n) did not reject anything?" Ushijima states, "In fact, I'm here to collect her."
At those words, all four boys' eyes widen, Oikawa's smug smile wiping off his face as they all turn to you.
You nervously laugh and that causes them to panic.
"Yeah, he'll be walking me home since I'm staying over at his house tonight. But thanks for waiting up for me though," you say, holding back a laugh as you mess with them.
This is what they get for endlessly ganging up on the teasing for you.
"B-but (F/n)-chan!" Oikawa screeches as he clings onto your waist, comically sobbing.
"Are you being serious, (F/n)?" Iwaizumi asks you and you nod as you turn towards them.
"Yeah, my mom is best friends with Toshi's so we've basically known each other our whole lives," you explain brirefly, "My mom's actually thinking of getting the house right beside his since she wants to actually invest in our own home instead of renting one."
Okay, you had to admit you were pushing it at that point but what you did say was all true.
Plus, you never stated that you were moving schools or even quitting the team at all.
The moment you said those words, Oikawa's world just about imploded.
He was losing a teammate of his, his precious manager, you, to Ushijima Wakatoshi!
You watched their reactions and held back a laugh.
"Relax, 'Kawa," you tell them as you pat his back.
He looked to you hopefully, "so you're not going home with Ushiwaka," he spat his name with so much disdain.
"Oh no, I do have to go to his house, my mom's probably going to wonder why I kept him so late too," you say and Oikawa returns to glaring at your friend. "But don't worry, it's nothing."
"Anyway, we're gonna head out now, guys. See ya tomorrow!" you waved to them as you and Ushijima left together, the four boys watching with absolute horror on their faces.
You know, you really should have specified it was all a joke instead of being so vague.
It was a solid thirty seconds before anyone spoke.
"She's really leaving us?" Hanamaki asked out loud.
"Was it because of all the teasing? Is that why she's fine with moving?" Matsukawa pouted.
Iwaizumi furrowed his brows as he clenched his hands.
"No!" Oikawa announced confidently, rising to his feet with a determined look in his eyes. "We will not lose to Shiratorizawa! Not this time!"
The three rose a brow, waiting expectantly for his next words but Oikawa seemed to think that was enough to say.
He waited for them to agree with him but he was simply left with silence causing him to cry out from them not agreeing and just judging him.
"I thought we were all on the same page," he bawled out as Iwaizumi pinched the bridge of his nose.
"We were waiting to hear your plan, Shittykawa," he mutters and instantly Oikawa sprung back up.
"We need to convince (F/n)-chan to stay as our manager! And once she's convinced, we can help her convince her mom to let her stay here and not Shiratorizawa," Oikawa spat out the opposing school name begrudgingly.
"And how do you plan to do all that?" Hanamaki asks him.
"With everyone from the team helping out," he simply replies before immediately texting in a separate group chat the team made when they planned a surprise party for you, calling a last minute team meeting at the ramen place close by.
Luckily for him, everyone was close by or still waiting for one another to finish up before they saw the text.
Within fifteen minutes the team had a late dinner in front of them as they waited expectantly for Oikawa to get on with the 'emergency family meeting' he called on the last minute on Friday night.
"Why'd you call an 'emergency family meeting'?" Kindaichi asked, using air quotes.
"And why's (F/n) not here? How come she gets to miss out on this?" Kyotani asks grumpily, obviously just wanting to get home and sleep away the school week he just went through.
"This is about (F/n)," Oikawa starts off, a serious tone exuding his words.
The rest of the team actually pays attention from how their captain was acting. He's only been like this on the court or on the rarest occasions. Not to mention, he was genuinely concerned about a situation you were in.
"What's wrong? Did something go wrong when she was putting the nets away?" Watari asks worriedly as he sits up.
"No, she's safe," Iwaizumi says from beside Oikawa and everyone collectively let out relieved sighs.
"Then what's wrong with (F/n)-senpai?" Kunimi asks.
"Ushiwaka," Oikawa says with a glare. "He came by the gym earlier. We heard him asking her to move to Shiratorizawa and to become their manager instead. Then she told us about how close their families are and how her mom wants her to move closer to Ushiwaka and to Shiratorizawa. He walked her home afterwards."
"What?!" the others exclaimed.
"Technically, he walked her to his home," Matsukawa corrected only causing another uproar.
Everyone was panicking at the thought of you moving until Yahaba asked another question.
"Did (F/n)-san really say she's moving?"
Oikawa and the other three exchanged glances, "she didn't deny what Ushiwaka said. We even asked her and she still didn't."
"It's 'cause of how we keep teasing her isn't it? Otherwise, she would've fought harder to stay with us. Or at least tell us so we could help out right?"
"We messed up," Kindaichi groaned as he banged his head on the table.
"That's why we need to work hard now," Iwaizumi says calmly and confidently. "We need to convince her that Aoba Johsai is where she should stay. And that Shiratorizawa isn't better than us when it comes to being a team."
"So, starting Monday, we help her out even more. We tease her less. We do everything we can to let her have the best time at Aoba Johsai," Oikawa instructs and everyone unanimously nods their heads in agreement, not a single person opposed to the idea.
"Let's do this, Seijoh!"
Monday morning was, unknowingly to you, the start of the boys doubling your confusion every time they do anything
At first, you were gladly enjoying them help you out with everything
You honestly didn't know where their sudden helpfulness came from but you weren't going to complain
You did, however, miss the banter you would have with them
Whenever one of them would begin to tease you, another person would scold them before they suddenly remember something before they apologise
It wasn't until Thursday that you decided enough was enough when they did all your manager work leaving you with nothing to do for the full two hours of practice
You slid open the door to the gym, taking out the keys for the storage room in your bag only to see the entire gym ready to go with the equipment for practice today.
All the nets were set up, the volleyball trolleys were placed where they should be, towels and bottles were also already prepared.
"Hey, (F/n)-chan!" Oikawa waves at you as the team were gathered by the benches waiting for you to arrive alongside the coaches.
"Uh, hey guys," you greet in confusion, slowly walking towards the group.
"Wow, (F/n), well done on setting up so quickly," Coach Irihata says approvingly.
"That our (F/n)-chan, the best manager we could ask for," Oikawa butts in and you turn to him in pure confusion before noticing the other boys agreeing too.
"She even had our bottles filled and the towels prepped," Hanamaki adds in and you stare at him, blinking once, twice.
The two coaches nod their head proudly before turning to you once more, "do you happen to have the notes we asked you about from the previous match?"
You quickly focus back to your coaches, ignoring your teammates odd behaviours, "uh, yes, they're up in the club room. I'll go-"
"We can go get them for you, (F/n)-senpai," Yahaba speaks up as he nudges Kyotani beside him who lets out a gruff while nodding his head.
"But-" you couldn't even interject since they already ran off.
You glance at the coaches who also seem to have a bit of confusion from the whole scene.
"I'm not the only one tripping right?" you whisper to the two coaches.
They turn to face you and briefly look at the team, a smile growing on their faces as they shook their head in amusement.
"Just a regular day at practice," Coach Mizoguchi dismisses amusingly as he and Coach Irihata exchange knowing smiles.
You watch after the two coaches in pure bewilderment.
"What?" you ask yourself out loud before turning towards Oikawa and the others.
They held back laughs from your reaction, knowing that they shouldn't tease you right now.
"Oikawa Tooru," you call out and he jumps at the sound of his full name. "Care to explain what the hell is going on?"
He shrugs, glancing to his friends for a moment, "we just thought, we'd help you around."
That didn't help your scepticism, not one bit. In fact, this whole week you thought they're nice deeds would come with a catch and so far not a single one has been brought up.
"What?!" you ask again.
"(F/n)-senpai, we have your notes," Yahaba calls out as he waves the book in the air, Kyotani by his side.
You thank them as you take the book and glance at everyone suspiciously.
"Why're you all acting so weird?" you ask them with narrowed eyes.
You could see some of them tense while others' eyes widened.
Iwaizumi cleared his throat, "what do you mean by that?"
You roll your eyes, "yeah, yeah, whatever. But I've got my eyes on you all."
They could hear you mutter to yourself as you walked towards the coaches with your notes on hand.
Practice continued on as normal after that.
The boys doing mini practice matches against one another as you took more notes on their progress seeing as all your work was done.
They even washed and dried the bibs!
You also noticed how they'd work even harder to make sure the ball was going in the opposite direction from you at all times.
Which you did appreciate very much but come on! Just a few weeks ago, Hanamaki and Matsukawa were playing a game of flinch with you.
When it came time to go home was when you had enough.
The boys were exhausted and they also were excited to just go home and rest.
So, you decided to hurry up with the cleaning thinking that they'll finally let you do your job.
The moment they saw you reach for their towels to put into the basket, they all snapped. They started rushing around to work together and put everything away.
Watari smiled at you, "thanks, (Y/n)-senpai!"
You blinked after you saw him quickly rush away, only realising he took the basket from you and started to grab all the towels to put them in.
You were left standing in the middle of the gym as they worked together.
Oikawa was helping direct Kunimi and Kindaichi as they put the nets away. Iwaizumi, Hanamaki and Matsukawa were busy gathering the bibs, Watari and Yahaba went off to put the towels into the washing machine while Kyotani brought the rack of empty water bottles where they belong.
"Alright! Stop, all of you just stop," you call out and everyone froze on the spot.
"What the hell is going on?" you ask once more. "And don't say this is normal."
Oikawa was, of course, the first to break the silence as he clung onto your waist all of a sudden as he cried, "don't leave us, (F/n)-chan!"
"What?" you ask even more confused.
"We heard that you might be moving to Shiratorizawa," Kindaichi speaks up and you look around to see everyone avoiding eye contact with you.
"Wait, what? I thought I already told you-"
"(F/n)?" Oikawa's grip on you tightens as he glares at Ushijima knocking on the gym doors.
"Back off, Ushiwaka! She's our manager, not yours," Oikawa yells and everyone else on the team takes a step towards Ushijima, staring at him coldly.
Ushijima blinks, once, twice, then speaks up, "I know that."
Oikawa lets out an offended scoff but turns to you as you giggle at his reaction.
"(F/n)-chan," he whines.
"Oikawa," you retort, patting his shoulder to tell him to stand up which he does reluctantly.
"I thought I told you it was just a joke and to relax about it," you say to him.
Everyone looks at you before letting out a simultaneous exclamation.
"You told us she said she was serious!"
"What the hell!"
"B-but, you said you were moving, and that you were going home with him," Hanamaki says and you roll your eyes with a smile.
"Yeah, I'm moving house and I had a sleepover at the Ushijima's place. But you do realise that I can still go to school here right?" you ask them amusingly.
"Why'd you joke around like that," Oikawa asks with comical tears.
"I thought it was a good way to tease you guys after you kept calling me clumsy," you shrug.
"But you are," they all say together.
You deadpan at them before turning around to grab Ushijima's arm, "come on, Toshi. Maybe I will go to Shiratorizawa."
"No wait!"
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aikuu · a day ago
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— how they like to be comforted after losing a match | haikyuu ♡
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— the type to melt into your arms, leaning into your reassuring touch and burying his face into your neck. he holds you close, muttering about how he's going to get the next one. might even cry if it was a particularly hard defeat because he feels safe around you.
daichi, asahi, OIKAWA, yaku, yamaguchi, aran, SHOYO, akaashi, koganegawa
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— the type that doesn't really want to talk about it, just his favourite food along with your presence makes him feel better and takes his mind off the loss. secretly enjoys the back rubs and reassuring arm squeezes you give him, even though he doesn't admit to it.
iwaizumi, USHIJIMA, kuroo, AONE, tsukki, kita, SUNA, sakusa, osamu
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— the type that sulks like a child, visibly crestfallen over the loss, expects to be spoiled rotten for the night, and of course you oblige, running your hands through his hair and muttering encouraging words and babying him until that sulk turns into a smile.
nishinoya, tanaka, BOKUTO, yamamoto, kenma (yes, him. don't fight me on this), hoshiumi, SAKUSA, kageyama
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— the type that takes the loss too hard and overworks himself to the point where you have to intervene and give him a pep talk and convince him that overworking himself won't lead to anything good, give him a big hug, he needs it.
goshiki, OIKAWA, aone, KAGEYAMA, shoyo, hoshiumi, ushijima
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— the type that takes it as a learning experience. putting aside the hurt and the humiliation, he works hard and thinks of how to beat them the next time, even getting excited over the cool plays the other team made, wanting to either try them out or think of how to counter them, share his excitement and encourage him to get them next time, because he definitely will.
oikawa, ATSUMU, kageyama (aka the crazy setter trio)
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sunamayo · a day ago
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when they hear you compliment another guy
characters: various x reader
warnings: not proofread
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the petty ones
they won’t say anything when they hear you compliment another guy but you don’t fail to notice the change in their demeanour. their replies become short and they refuse to even look at you and when you ask them what’s wrong they say it’s nothing but all they can think of is you complimenting that guy. they will be petty for the rest of the day until you somehow make it up to them usually with more cuddles and kisses.
SAKUSA, iwaizumi, semi, konoha, KENMA, osamu
agrees with you
they hear you complimenting another guy, they will agree with you but just because they agree with you does not mean that they aren’t a little sad, they won’t be petty just a little pouty. you notice the slight pout on their lips the entire day but nothing some more cuddles can’t fix.
sugawara , akaashi, bokuto, yamaguchi
the pouty ones
instant pout. they light up when they hear a compliment but that soon changes when they see you staring at some other guy and realize that the compliment was not directed at them. they are both pouty and petty but they can never stay mad at you so you will eventually find them cuddling up to you and complaining about you complimenting someone else.
atsumu, kageyama, terushima
the mean ones
“him? seriously you have the worst taste y/n” “i’m dating you though” “except me” there’s a huge frown on their face as soon as they hear you compliment someone that’s not them. they will glare at whoever you just complimented and point out everything bad about them. “look at him, he just tripped, he’s short and blind like pick a struggle” “i just said he had nice hair” “my hair’s better”
SUNA, oikawa, mattsun, kuroo, KUNIMI, tsukishima
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takemittchy · a day ago
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starring: Kenma Kozume, Miya Osamu, Oikawa Toru, Ushijima Wakatoshi 
genre: fluff/slice of life
⚠️ warning: none!
a/n: reposted + edited from fushiguroll. part 3 in the progress 
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“babe, please remember to bring your switch.”
Kenma pouts, instantly regretting offering to babysit with you today. “do I have to?”
You look up at him, “you promised, babe. You’re the one who offered and I’ve told him and he’s so excited. He’s been talking about Mario Kart all week, you can’t back out or else you might break his little heart.”
Kenma rolls his eyes, “you’re so fricken dramatic, but fine.”
The two of you walk hand-in-hand, arriving right outside Theo’s door at 5 pm
“Y/n!” the little boy excitedly greets you
“Hi Theo!” you crouch down, hugging the little boy back, “do you remember me telling you about Mario Kart? well, look who’s here! This is Kenma, my boyfriend, and he’s brought Mario Kart just for you!”
Theo’s eyes gleamed at the mention of “Mario Kart”, but darkened for the slightest second at the mention of “boyfriend”
Kenma blinks, unsure of what he’s just seen and follows the two of you into the house
“Y/n, I’m hungry.” Theo juts out his lips, looking up at you expectantly
“I’ll fix up a little snack for you, honey. Why don’t you play Mario Kart with Kenma first?”
Theo lets out a happy “yay” and runs into the living room
You give Kenma your best “you better be on your good behavior” look and he responds a not-so-subtle “I’ll try”
As you’re in the kitchen fixing up a PB&J sandwich, Kenma quietly sets up the switch, trying to make small conversation with the young boy
“Hey Theo, do you have a favorite Mario character?”
“which one?”
“the one I kick your butt with.”
Kenma looks up in surprise and finds the little boy glaring at him, “do you have a problem with me?”
“yeah, you’re ugly.”
“well, you’re exactly easy on the eyes either.” Kenma retorts quietly
“I hate your hair and I love Y/N.”
Kenma was amused and annoyed at the same time. More annoyed though. 
“I love Y/N too.”
“I love her more. She is my wife.”
“she’s not your girlfriend. She’s MY girlfriend and in a few years she’ll be my wife.”
Theo stomps his feet, “no, she is my girlfriend.”
“no, she’s mine.”
This little banter continued for a few good minutes before Theo finally comes up with a suggestion, “how about a game between two men? The winner of Mario Kart gets Y/N as his girlfriend.”
Kenma snorts, “well, first of all, she isn’t some object we can just “win”. But I accept your challenge and I can’t wait to put you in your place.”
you come back to the living room and is shocked by the wave of intensity  between Kenma and Theo as the two gripped the switch control and stared at the TV in front.
“hey boys, wanna take a break? I brought snacks.”
“shhhhhhh, in a bit.” Kenma responds
“In a bit” eventually turned into three hours of non-stop Mario Kart that left Theo crying in your laps after losing every single game
After comforting him and putting him in bed, you bid farewell to his parents and left with Kenma
“Kenma Kozume.”
Your boyfriend stiffens at your use of his full name, “yes, kitten?”
“don't “kitten” me. Why’d you do that? Why couldn’t you go easy on Theo? I thought we had an understanding.”
Kenma sighs, “look I really didn’t want to tell you this, but I couldn’t afford to go easy on the kid.”
“because I might lose you.”
“what in the world are you talking about?”
He glance at you before averting his eyes, “he challenged me and the winner gets you as his girlfriend.”
You burst out laughing at this incredulous notion, “but, I’m already your girlfriend.”
He turns to you, “yeah! I know! but if I lose, he’ll keep saying you’re his girlfriend and I hate that!”
You soften as you watch the red appear on his cheeks
“you know you’re adorable when you’re jealous”
“you know I love you right?” Kenma asks
“I’ve never doubted that for a second.”
Osamu packs the rice balls into the little container, making sure the little dinosaurs aren’t squished together
“babe, you’re so sweet for making these. I bet Johnny would love them.”
Osamu smiles up at you, “thanks for letting me tag along, princess. I’m excited to meet this Johnny kid you’ve been talking so much about.”
Osamu regrets ever asking to meet Johnny the moment the 10-year old opened the door and yelled, “My love! you’re finally back to see me!”
Yes, you’ve warned your boyfriend about Johnny being quite a dramatic kid, but Osamu had no idea Johnny’s dramatic antics would include dramatically flirting with you
“Hi darling, I literally just saw you four days ago.”
“and that’s just too long.”
“oh stop it, you. Ever so dramatic. Anyhow, this is my boyfriend Osamu, and guess what? He’s made you your favorite snacks.”
Osamu could feel his annoyance rise as Johnny glanced over and gave him a once-over before smiling, an obviously fake smile
“oh thank you mr. Osamu. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Osamu clears his throat, returning an equally fake smile, “nice to meet you too, Johnny. You can just call me Osamu.”
“great.” again, with that fake smile
“Johnny, why don’t you show Osamu the puzzle we’ve been working on and I’ll get the rice balls out of the containers for us.”
Johnny leads the way, with Osamu trailing slowly behind him. As soon the two of them were out of your earshot, both dropped their formalities
“hey Osamu,” Johnny turns around, “thanks for the rice ball, but don’t come back with Y/N ever again. This is my quality time with my darling and I don’t need you ruining it, especially not someone like you.”
Osamu scoffs, “first of all, where’d you come from kid? The 1950s? second of all, I was just thinking I should’ve probably added some laxatives in those rice balls for you.”
Johnny scoffs in return, “Jokes on you because I don’t even know what laxatives are.”
Osamu was about to respond when you returned with the rice balls.
The rest of the evening was spend with the two of them vying for your attention and subtle glares at each other when you weren’t looking
Osamu breathes a sigh of relief when Johnny’s parents returned and the two of you left for the front door
“bye beautiful Y/N! I shall miss you and see you in my dreams.”
You roll your eyes playfully before giving the kid a hug, “see you Thursday, honey.”
Osamu playfully swings your interlaced fingers back and forth as you guys walk back to his car
“did you have fun?”
“what? It looked like you had a good time chatting with Johnny.”
“this kid is way too much for me. You know he tried to threaten me? babe, I don’t think you should babysit him anymore.”
You laugh slightly, “oh Samu, don’t tell me you’re jealous.”
Osamu glance over at you, “if I say I was, would you stop?”
“nope, but I’ll say you’re very cute and give you a kiss.”
Osamu sighs dramatically, “fine, I guess I’ll accept.”
The two of you stand kissing in front of his car for a few minutes. You tried to pull away, only for him to tighten his grips on your waist, lips continue pressing into yours
If he’s going to act this way, maybe you should invite him over to babysit Johnny more often
The kid you’re babysitting is Oikawa’s nephew, Takeru
Your boyfriend was actually the person who got you this job because his sister was in need of a babysitter and he usually had volleyball practices
Takeru is a real cute kid and the two of you developed a very close bond
It’s a secret, but Takeru might just have the tiniest bit of crush on you
The secret was quickly discovered by Oikawa when he accompanied you to babysit Takeru
You guys ring the doorbell and Takeru immediately opens the door, giving you a huge hug, “Hi Y/N! you’re finally here!”
You hug him back, grinning as you say, “Hi Ru ru! Guess who’s here with me today?”
Oikawa was surprised by the flash of disappointment in his nephew’s eyes when he spotted his uncle, but it was quickly replaced by a smile, “Hi uncle Toru!”
Oikawa is now suspicious, “there’s no way Takeru likes Y/N right? right?”
He watches as Takeru very naturally picks up your left hand, interlacing his little finger with yours and pulls you towards the living room. “Y/N, what do you want to do today?”
“whatever you want to do, sweetie. What about continuing house from last week?”
Takeru lights up at your suggestion, “okay, wait here for me. I’ll be right back my wife!”
Oikawa chokes on his water, “wait, what?! wife?!”
You shoot him a glare, “yeah we were playing house. I’m the wife and Takeru’s my husband”.
“no he’s not! I’M your husband”
You pat him on the head lightly as Takeru re-enters the living room, “babe, it’s just pretend”.
Oikawa ignores you as he approaches his nephew, “Takeru, you know as your uncle, I am obligated to love you, and don’t get me wrong, I do. But to make things clear, Y/N is my wife in real life okay?”
“call me mr.steal-yo-girl then, because she’s my wife now”
Oikawa gasps, dramatically taking a step back as he sputters, “what did you just say?! where’d you learn that?”
Takeru points to you as you snicker into your palm
“babeeeee” Oikawa whines
“oh shush, we’re just playing! You can pretend to be the child”
Oikawa knew from the red tint on Takeru’s face that his nephew was thoroughly enjoying being your husband
By the time his sister finally came back home, Oikawa had a full-on pout on his face
“Thanks again for baby-sitting Takeru today. I’ll see you next week!”
“Bye Y/n!” Takeru runs up to hug you, lingering a little longer than Oikawa liked
“alrighty, time to go before it’s too late” Oikawa pries Takeru off you, glaring down at his nephew as he snaked his arms around your waist
“bye Takeru!”
“bye uncle Toru…” Takeru said, less than enthusiastically 
The two of you walk hand-in-hand back to his car
“Babe, I don’t think you should babysit Takeru anymore?”
You look at him surprised, “what? why? Did your sister say something?”
“no, I mean other than the fact that you’re the best babysitter she’s ever had”
“then why?”
Oikawa looks at you, “you really gonna make me say it?”
You look at him so confused
“Okay fine! it’s because I’m jealous okay?! You can’t be Takeru’s wife! You’re mine!”
You laugh out loud, only infuriating your boyfriend even more “what’s so funny Y/n? I’m being serious!”
“who knew you could be so hot when you’re jealous”
A light blush dusts his face as he mumbles, “I’m serious…”
You pull him close to you and lightly caress his cheeks, “babe, you know you’re the only one for me”
You nod and he pulls you in, his lips closing the distance between yours
“yeah you’re right, Takeru can’t compete with me”
“Toru! he’s your nephew.”
“what!? It’s not my fault Takeru has such a handsome uncle”
You guys were supposed to go on a date today, but your neighbors were in sudden need of a babysitter
You call Ushiwaka to let him know
“hey love, I’m so sorry but I need to babysit the kid next door today, can we move our movie date to tomorrow?”
“yes, that’s fine.”
“okay, I’ll see you tomorrow then baby!”
“wait. I'd like to come with you today.” he clears his throat, “if that’s okay with you.” 
You raised your eyebrows skeptically, “really? I thought you didn’t like kids.”
“but I would like to spend time with you, if that is okay with you.”
Your heart flutters at his straight-forwardness, “how can I say no? Come over to mine at 5 pm.”
At 4:49 PM, the doorbell rings and the two of you walk over together to your neighbor’s
The parents thanks you profusely before calling the young boy over
“alright Teddy, be good for Y/N okay?”
The little boy nods shyly while stealing a glance at you before quickly averting his eyes
Your boyfriend notices his behavior immediately
“Teddy what do you want to do first?” You ask, grabbing the little boy’s hand.
“can we play house?”
Teddy sets up the living room, pulling out his fake kitchen set and fake plates and utensils
“ Y/N, you can be my wife and I’ll be your husband okay?”
You laugh, “okay Teddy!”
He turns to your boyfriend, “and you can be the waiter”
Teddy’s eyes starts to water, “why?”
“because Y/N is my girlfriend so I should be the husband.”
The little boy starts to cry and you quickly pull him into a hug and glare at Ushijima
“he’s just a little boy and we’re just playing babe. Just be the waiter.”
“fine” He stomps angrily over to the fake kitchen and pretend to cook on the stove
Teddy stops crying and the three of you continue to play until he suggests watching a movie
you guy head over to the couch, Ushijima sitting down next to you
“Y/N, can I sit next to you?”
“come here, honey” You pat the empty space next to you
“no, I want to sit between you guys.”
Ushijima opens his mouth but your glare silences him
The rest of the evening was spent watching Lion King
Correction: you watched Lion King while your boyfriend and Teddy throw each other glares
At 9 pm, the parents came home and you and Ushijima get ready to leave
“it was fun today, I’ll see you soon Teddy!”
“okay Y/n! I love you!”
“awww, I love you too!” You crouch down to give him a hug
Ushijima glares down at the boy as the little boy glares up at him
“alright, we gotta go.” Your boyfriend interrupts
With your back turned, Teddy sticks out his tongue at Ushijima, prompting your boyfriend to do the same
“I love you Y/N” He says as you two walk back to your house
“that’s random but I love you too”
“I love you more than Teddy.”
You laugh and kiss his cheeks, “I know”
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kairakeiji · a day ago
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"suna," you called out to the boy in class as you walked in, eyes almost emotionless.
the boy felt as if his heart stopped. "woah woah," he started, sneaking a glance at his classmates engrossed in their own conversations as he remained in his seat, watching you walk towards him with cautious eyes. "did i do something wrong?"
and you blinked "i'm sorry what?"
he looked up at you utterly confused "you never call me suna. are you here to scold me or something?"
"are you serious?" you asked him jokingly, laughing at his rather random statement. "i just wanted to check on that assignment of ours."
"it's usually asshole, dumbass, idiot, but it's never suna."
"i see," you noted. "so you're less impacted by those insults but if i were to call you your actual name you get scared."
he nodded instantly.
"interesting," you hummed. "well i might just keep calling you suna to scare you."
at that he clicked his tongue, smile turning coy, "you know what you should start calling me?"
you knew that smile, you knew that look of his anywhere. "what?" you sighed annoyed.
"i hate you for saying that."
"but you let me say it anyway."
your glare towards him was only met with a smirk.
"you know if you keep letting me say this shit you might just fall for me," he noted leaning back in his chair.
"in your dreams asshole."
suna might as well call his life a dream come true then.
"if you're in my dreams then they must be a nightmare," he laughed.
"if i'm in your dreams, that just means your thinking about me," you smiled, resting your hand on his desk as you leaned closer to him. "what got something you want to say to me?"
and at that, he smiled, "i have a lot of things i want to say to you."
"enlighten me."
"first off,” suna hesitated for a split second, glancing around the classroom once more. “i want you to know that i'm in love with you," he started, voice soft. "second i want you to know that no one heard that because i know you were thinking it." it was as if he read your mind. "third, are you free later tonight? i don't have practice and i wanna take you out."
you smiled, a grin you couldn't wipe off your face even if you tried. "well," you started, voice barely above a whisper, "i want you to know that i love you and that i am in fact free tonight."
"wonderful," he smiled.
"you're lucky the twins aren't here," you sighed, pulling back from his desk, crossing your arms as you looked down at him. "i would actually kill you if they were."
"you say that every time yet here i am, still alive and well."
"ok suna," you replied.
"at least call me asshole!" suna cut in. "you keep scaring me."
you paused for a moment, thinking to yourself before meeting his gaze once more. "nah," you answered. "it's more fun this way."
"i hate you."
"i know you don't," you answered with a smile before turning away from him.
"you're forgetting something," suna called after you before you could take another step.
you turned back to him, "and what might that be?"
"the project?" he asked with a small laugh.
and you blinked, "shit right, we can look at it later?"
he sighed as you walked back to him, "you're really gonna ruin our date with schoolwork?"
you shrugged. "we wouldn't need to if you actually did your work."
"i did!" he reasoned. "all my shit's done, i swear."
"i bet you did it wrong again."
"no you just don't like it when i do good." he answers.
"i do," you replied before turning away. "you just never do good."
"you're unreasonable," suna sighed.
"and you're stalling," you replied. "chop chop dumbass, or tonight's not happening," you added turning away.
"i actually hate you," the boy huffed, watching you walk out of the room, with a rather lovesick smile on his face.
"ditto," you replied as you walked away from him, flipping him off before exiting the classroom.
it wasn't even a second later when your phone went off, a message from the boy you were just talking to.
i'll get it done i promise he texted. i love you idiot
you sighed, ok i'm counting on it you answered before typing out a simple three words, words that he knew you meant with all your heart.
i love you
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terrakiyo · 2 days ago
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“what are you doing?”
atsumu whips his head around, eyes wide. an innocent smile grows on his lips. his eyes soften as he waves at you animatedly.
you have half a mind to walk over and kiss him. and you would. if he wasn’t covered in flour along with your kitchen.
you tentatively step closer to him. “atsumu.”
“yes?” he bounces on his feet.
your eyes dart around the kitchen. “what did you do?”
he points toward your oven. “i baked.”
you blink at him. he smiles in return, eyes closing in satisfaction.
you step towards him, hand slowly reaching out to brush some flour off his cheek. your heart melts when he nuzzles into your hand. it’s almost enough to make you forget about the mess he made of your kitchen. (key word: almost).
a frown quickly sets on your face as you pinch his cheek. he winces, eyes shutting close before they widen, pout blooming on his lips.
you narrow your eyes at him. “why?”
“why what?” he rubs his cheek.
and you cross your arms, “why were you baking?”
“i wanted cookies.” he smiles.
you owlishly blink. he boops your nose. you swat his hand away, frown quickly growing back on your face.
“then why didn’t you buy some?” you groan.
he scratches his cheek. he looks away from you, a pink hue dusting the tips of his ears. (or at least what’s not covered in flour). he mutters something under his breath, hand scratching the back of his head.
you hum in confusion. his eyes flicker to yours before looking down at his feet. his ears turn a deep shade of red.
“i also wanted to make you some cookies.” he mumbles.
your cheeks flare up, heat quickly rushing into your face. your heart thumps in your chest. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t flattered. you’d also be lying if you said you considered forgiving his mess. until you remembered.
“you could’ve waited for me.” you deadpan.
“it was meant to be a surprise.” he shoots back, slightly glaring at you.
“can you even bake cookies?”
the small pause that follows quickly gives you your answer, even if atsumu quickly says ‘yes’ when he realizes he took too long to answer.
you sigh, slowly shaking your head. you gently start sweeping the flour in the counters onto the floor. you motion for atsumu to get the broom.
he raises a brow in confusion when he returns.
“we’re gonna clean this mess while we wait.” you offer him a small smile.
he beams at you in response.
it isn’t until you smell something burning that you both realize—
“you didn’t set a timer, did you?”
atsumu gives you a blank stare. he slowly shakes his head. you glance between atsumu and the oven.
you hesitantly smile at him. “wanna bake some more?”
his eyes gleam, an elated smile grows on his lips. he quickly nods before putting on some mittens and taking the burnt cookies out.
safe to say, the batch you made was definitely worth burning the first one.
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bethanygrace19 · 2 days ago
You waking up in their bed after your special night (all characters aged up!)
ft. Iwaizumi Hajime, Kuroo Tetsurou, Miya Osamu, Tooru Oikawa.
-Iwaizumi Hajime He woke up first, and stretched a little bit, slowly noticing your figure on the other side of the bed. Leaning down, he starts playing with your hair,”I don’t know what I did to deserve this, to deserve you. But here you are…..”he whispered. “Hmmm, me neither”, you respond back, slowly opening your eyes and giving him a smile, which set his heart rate to a million. He kisses your cheek, “I love you beautiful”. “I love you too Hajime”.
-Kuroo Tetsurou You were awake for almost 10 minutes now, waiting for him to wake up but he didn’t. So you turn on your side, facing him. ‘He looks so peaceful’, you thought. You thread your fingers through his hair, giving him a peck on his forehead,”I love you Tetsurou”, you whisper and get up when you’re suddenly yanked back, arms wrapping around your body and you hear a soft “I love you too baby, but stay”, and before you know it, he’s already drifting to sleep. “Ok you big dork”.
-Miya Osamu You rolled around the bed,trying to find warmth when all you felt were cold and empty sheets. Your eyes shot open, not finding your boyfriend next to you. ‘Wait, where is he ?’, you panic. And then, a warm smell brushes your nose, making you look toward the door. And there was your lover, just in his gray sweatpants, no shirt, messy hair, holding a tray for you. “Hey baby, how are you feeling ? I made breakfast for you so eat up!”, he said, sitting next to you. You felt butterflies swarm in the pit of your stomach. You sigh in relief ‘he’s still here’, “thank you ‘Samu”, you say, pecking his lips. “Anytime beautiful”, he said, winking at you, making it hard for you to concentrate on your breakfast when an entire meal is right in front of you.
-Tooru Oikawa“So you’re mine right ? I mean, you’re right here! I still can’t believe you’re mine. I swear to god, if this is a dream, I’ll cry for the rest of my life!”, he complained from beside you. ‘drama queen’, you thought. “No Tooru baby, this isn’t a dream”, you say, pinching his side a little. “OUCH! Ok, yeah this is way too real!”, he pouts. You just laugh at his antics ; leaning closer, you kiss his lips, “I love you Tooru”, you say, getting lost in his eyes. His eyes widens, pink dusting his cheeks, “I love you too princess”.
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#includes: Tsukishima and Suna
#genre: Smut, hurt/comfort, fluff ending i guess?
#description: when they take degradation too far and hurt your feelings. Idea from @heartzdesirez
#warnings: heavy degradation, words like: bitch, slut , whore etc, roughish sex, afab reader, restraint, tears, kinda toxic.
Minors for the love of all that’s holy please DO NOT interact , thank you :)
Tsuki had always been a bit mean when it came to the bedroom , always preferring degradation over praise and for the most part you were okay with it. He never done anything you were uncomfortable with and always made sure to check up on you before and after, because that was and always will be his main priority.
He had come home after a practically rough day and just needed something or someone to take his frustrations out on and what better way than to have sex with you. You also weren’t having the best day so you immediately reciprocated Tsuki’s rough kiss, hoping it would take your mind off all the shit that’s weighing down on it.
One thing led to another and you found yourself pinned under him while he roughly thrusted in and out of you without a care. “You like that you little slut? Of course you do because that’s all you’re good for, a tight little clocksleeve for me to take my frustrations out on” you don’t know what it was , normally you’d eagerly nod your head and agree with him but today you just felt off. The sex wasn’t making you feel better it was making you feel worse and his words that used to turn you into a wet mess now pierced your heart. Tsuki noticed the slight wobble of your lip and thinking it was all part of the act , he continued his humiliation “ Aww the stupid little baby about to cry” he condescendingly laughed. You attempted to push him away with your hand on his chest but he gripped both wrists in one hand and pinned them above your head “is it too much for you whore ? Aw what a shame” 
You turned your head away in an attempt to hide the tears that were making their way down your face but he gripped your cheeks in his hand and turned your head to face him , “Look at me when I’m fuc- shit baby , are you okay?!” You don’t know if it was the tears on your cheeks or the disheartened look in your eyes that made him stop but you were glad he did. He immediately pulled out and took you into his arms so your head was now laying on his chest. “Fuck I’m so sorry baby , did I take to far?” He asked while rocking you back and forth and once he got the confirmation that that was the case he placed a multitude of kisses on your head while stroking your back. “God I’m so fucking sorry love. You know I didn’t mean any of that right?” when he gets no response he shifts you so your facing him and looking him dead in the eye. “Look at me pretty girl, I promise you that I didn’t mean any of it. You’re the most important person in my life, fu-fuck I don’t know what I’d do without you, I love you so much” the sincerity in his voice and loving gaze was enough to comfort and reassure you that he did love you. “Promise?” You asked weakly. “I’d put my whole life on it” he lovingly strokes your cheek and carries you into the bathroom to start a warm bath “I’m going to show you just how much I love you”
“Whiney…fucking…bitch” each word was punctuated by a deep hard thrust. Hate sex was nothing new to you and Suna, it occurred most of the time you guys got into arguments. It was an easy way to release your frustrations out on each other. However, today it was different, you weren’t reciprocating the same energy you normally would and that’s probably due to the nature of the argument that led you to be face down in the mattress.
The argument had started after you expressed your distaste in the way girls flirted with him and how he didn’t do anything about it and while he didn’t entertain them he also didn’t push them away which hurt. Once you voiced these concerns he mockingly laughed at you and told you how you needed to be less insecure because it was harmless. And yeah maybe you were insecure, because you know the way girls look at him and how they talk about your relationship , you just wanted reassurance. All you wanted was for him to tell you that he loves you and those girls mean nothing but instead you were met with harsh words instead , “You should be lucky I’m fucking you. You know how many girls would love to be in your position? Me fucking you should be reassurance enough” he followed his words with a harsh slap to your ass.
That was your breaking point. Your sobs were muffled in the sheets as he held your head down and continued to roughly thrust in and out of you. “This pussy is the only thing that’s keeping me here” you desperately clawed at his hands in hopes that he would get the message and remove them which he did. Once you lifted your head up , he could tell something was wrong and halted his movements “hey.. you okay?” You shook your head while your shoulders shake with your sobs and you desperately try to catch your breath. Suna quickly pulls out once he realises you’re not okay and rushes to your side. “Shh shh , what’s wrong baby? Talk to me” “is my body really the only things that’s keeping you here?” You got out through your sniffles. “Shit , of course it isn’t baby, I shouldn’t have said any of that , I was just angry , I’m so sorry baby , so fucking sorry” he pushed your head into his chest and soothingly stroked your hair. “I love you so much, im just a fucking idiot, no girl other than you means anything to me , you hear that? I was just mad that you couldn’t see that I only have eyes for you beautiful” “that’s all you had to say you idiot” you meekly chuckled. “I know I know I was just defensive and im sorry, it’ll never happen again” “I love you” “I love you more baby”
Note: Hopefully I’ve done your idea justice @heartzdesirez
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aikobi · 2 days ago
Hey! I'm here at your service with a request if you don't mind!
It happens during the Tokyo Training Camp where Nekoma's Manager, GN!Reader, who is short (someone around Yaku's height) and quiet but really sweet, first meets with Karasuno (since they weren't in the Vbc during the practice match between karasuno and nekoma yet) and ends up liking Tsukishima, so they show it in subtle ways, with small gestures, which others can see just as a friendly help but Kuroo/Yaku (can be one of the two) notices their actions and why they do it, and decide to help them confess. Fluffy ending please!
Have a great day! ^^
✦ Cute Shorty ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ
⇢ Pairing : Tsukishima x GN!Reader
⇢ Warning : swearing
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You heard a lot about Karasuno from the team, mostly from Kuroo and Yamamoto. The team had a practice match with them in golden week. You didn’t know anything that much about Karasuno since you weren’t the manager until a few months later.
You were excited to attend the training camp with the team. You also heard from the coach that Fukurodani academy, and Shinzen High were also attending.
You were sitting on the bench, watching the team warm up. Kenma looked at the door with disappointment on his face. "Hey, Shouyou isn't here," Kenma said.
"He got stuck with school," Yamamoto responded.
You looked at what Kenma was looking at. It was Karasuno walking into the gym. Your eyes went to a tall blonde male with glasses. You noticed that you were staring at the blonde male for a long time, so you looked away and continued to watch your team warm up.
"Hey Y/N san!" Yamamoto called out your name, "can you give me my water bottle?" You nodded as you walked toward Yamamoto while holding Yamamoto and Kenma water bottles.
"Here," you give Yamamoto and Kenma their water bottle. "Thanks Y/N san." "Thanks."
"Lev stop staring at Karasuno!" Yaku yelled making you flinched. You watched Yaku dragging Lev to practice his receives. 'Poor Lev,' you thought.
"Y/N!" Coach Nekomata yelled. You turned around to face Coach Nekomata. "Can you refill the water bottles," he said, "and we will have a practice match with Fukurodani later."
You nodded and carried the water bottles to the water fountain to refill them.
For some reason beyond you, you couldn’t take your eyes off of a certain blondie from Karasuno. “Hey Y/N san!” Lev yelled, “can you help me tape my fingers?”
“Sure,” You responded. You took the finger tape from your bag and helped Lev with taping his fingers.
“Hmm,” Kuroo hummed, getting Kai and Yaku's attention.
“Do you guys think there is anything weird about how Y/N san acting right now?” Kuroo asked. Yaku looks at Kuroo then at you helping Lev with taping his fingers. “Not really,” Yaku responded.
“Y/N looks normal to me,” Kai replied back at Kuroo's question.
Maybe Kuroo was just imagining things..
You finished going to the bathroom and you were going back to the classroom where all the managers were going to sleep when you bump into someone.
"I'm sorry," you apologize to the person who you bump into. 'Oh it the blondie,' you thought. "It's okay," he responded.
"Oh, you're one of the middle blockers from Karasuno right?" You asked.
He hummed out a yes. He looked down at you, "you must be the manager for Nekoma," he said, "did you just join recently? I didn't see you before."
You nodded, "I just joined two weeks ago.”
You didn’t want to end the conversation with an awkward silence so you decided to introduce yourself.
“I’m L/N Y/N, first year in Nekoma high,” you stepped back a bit and looked at him with a smile on your face, “it's nice to meet you!”
The blond went silent for a moment, weirded out by your sweet and calm demeanor. He looked at you and hesitated to respond back. You were confused by his long silence. You were about to walk past him when he mumbled out something.
“Tsukishima Kei,” he mumbled and avoided eye contact with you, “a first year from Karasuno High.”
“ meet you too..?” Tsukishima said. The way he said it sounded like a question..
You chuckled at his response, "well goodbye Tsukishima san," you waved at him and went to the classroom where all the managers were going to sleep.
That interaction was interesting...
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A few days goes by and Kuroo of course notice the small and subtle interaction between you and Tsukishima. Like when you and Tsukishima share a glance you would smile and wave at him. Kuroo also realized that you two would have small chats after practice.
Maybe it’s just you being nice but Kuroo couldn't help and be nosey so he asked Tsukishima about it.
"So Tsuki!" Kuroo sling one of his arms on Tsukishima's shoulder. “Are you friends with Y/N san or something?” He asked. “Huh?” Tsukishima responded.
Tsukishima narrowed his eyes at Kuroo, “why are you asking me that question?” "Just curious," Kuroo responded.
“We are just acquaintances and nothing more,” Tsukishima answered Kuroo's question.
Tsukishima started walking a little bit faster to get away from Kuroo.
Kuroo had a stupid grin on his face. "Kuroo, why are you smiling weirdly?" Yaku asked. The sound of Yaku's voice made Kuroo shriek. "Jeez Yaku don't scare me like that..," Kuroo mumbled.
You were staring at the vending machine, trying to think which one you wanted. You wanted the soda but also wanted the coffee. “Oi shorty,” you heard a familiar voice say that. You turned around to see Tsukishima. “Oh hello Tsukishima san,” you said.
“You were staring at the vending machine for a really long time, you know?” He asked. You scratch your head and let Tsukishima buy something from the vending machine.
"I kind of lost track of time because I was busy thinking which drink I should pick," you responded. Your response made Tsukishima chuckle as he bought a can of soda from the vending machine. He looked at the can of soda and then at you. He put the cold soda on your neck making you yelp at the cold.
He laughed at your reaction and flicked your forehead making you furrowed brows as you rubbed the place he flick at. "Your reaction was kind of cute," he said.
Tsukishima was confused by your silence then he finally realized what he said.
“U-uh..what I-I meant to say is uh..-” Your laugh at Tsukishima stuttering at his sentences. “Well you are also cute Tsukishima san,” you responded. You didn’t realize the small blush on Tsukishima's face since you went to buy a can of coffee.
“Goodbye Tsukishima san!” You said and walked away from him leaving him flustered.
‘You himbo..,’ Tsukishima thought as he sipped his soda.
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"You were walking beside Tsukishima having a nice conversation with him. “Hey Y/N,” he called your name, getting your attention, "I want to tell you something. Tsukishima avoided eye contact with you and looked at the moon, making you look at whatever he was looking at. “月が綺麗ですね? (The moon is beautiful isn’t it?)” Tsukishima said.
You smiled and looked at him
“Yeah,” you replied to his question, “so what is the thing you wanted to tell me?”
Tsukishima wanted to facepalm so bad because of the cheesy line he just said and you didn't even understand it. He knew he shouldn't follow Kuroo's advice. So now he was just gonna ask you straight up.
"I like you Y/N," he confessed, "I've built some feelings for you and I hope you can accept my feelings back."
You were surprised at his confession. You started laughing, "I like you too Tsukishima san," you responded.
"Don't tell me you asked Kuroo for advice and he told you to say some sappy stuff," what you said made him blush in embarrassment.
I guess Tsukishima did ask Kuroo for advice..pfft.
You could hear Tsukishima tch in annoyance. You patted his back, "don't worry Tsukishima san," you said, "I think it's cute that you would ask Kuroo for advice out of all people."
"Fuc- I mean I forgot I have to help the other manager with cleaning," you said, "I have to go! Bye Tsukishima!"
Tsukishima watches you run away from him..
'Tch I can't believe I fell in love with a shorty like them..' Tsukishima thought, "..a cute shorty."
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shoyotime · a day ago
Can u do a part 2 to the not recognizing them when ur drunk with kenma plzz
'i can't go home with you i have a boyfriend' with them pt 2
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featuring : kenma, sakusa, sugawara
genre : fluff, humor
warnings : reader is drunk
note : why didn't i think of that title :< anyway thanks for requesting, hope you don't mind me adding other two characters | not proof read. !
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— kenma
tbh he really didn't expect you to be this drunk. see, kenma is a patient man. so he starts with, "babe let's go h—" only for you to cut him off by shouting, "babe? who are you calling babe— who even are you, mister?" with the most passive aggressive stance ever. "i'm your boyfriend?" — "you're not?!" now he won't step back because he needs to get you home and for that, you need to be convinced. literally tried everything from your pictures, videos, text messages and even the few streams you've joined, only for you to say that he stole your boyfriend's phone and threaten him by saying that you'll call the security. seems like it's going to be a long night.
— sakusa
he simply doesn't have the energy to deal with your shit at midnight. he's a little taken aback by it but stays unfazed, holding your hand to lead you to his car but you pull away outside the bar, mumbling something like, "you're pretty but my boyfriend's hotter," he's not sure if that's a compliment. then you proceed to show him pictures of your boyfriend on your phone — which is him but you're way too drunk to recognize him immediately — and he just nods while begging you to come home because it's getting colder outside. finally, after minutes of you swooning over your boyfriend, you recognize him before passing out on his shoulders. kinda moved by how you're loyal even when you're drunk but is also concerned because you literally just walked out with him even when you didn't recognize him.
— sugawara
quite literally suffering because you've been calling him all sorts of things as you refuse to go with him. also somehow you managed to make friends with some other people at the bar and now they're all coming at him for pestering you. had to explain that he's your boyfriend. "please try to understand, i am your boyfriend," — "you're not, my boyfriend is at work." now why in the world would he be at work at 3 am? you sure do end up calling cops but plot twist, it's daichi. now they're both trying to get you recognize suga while daichi drops you home.
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ellewords · a day ago
compatibility check !
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fic notes : timeskip!tsukishima, kuroo, oikawa, ushijima, kageyama, matsukawa + gn!reader, fluff, fake texts / smau
try it for yourself !
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babydai · a day ago
what piercings i think some of the hq boys would have !!
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industrial -> bokuto kōtarō
got it on his birthday and has not stopped showing it off and talking about it since + he knows he looks hot, kickstarted a piercing obsession and now he want a bunch more
runners up -> tadashi yamaguchi, ennoshita chikara
double helix -> sakusa kiyoomi
used to remove them before games but the one time he didn’t the fans went crazy, won’t admit he likes the attention but hasn’t taken them out since
runners up -> asahi azumane, akaashi keiji
eyebrow -> iwaizumi hajime
did because he lost a bet but it increased his intimidation factor by a million + he notices how everyone looks at him with heart eyes now
runners up -> suna rintaro, semi eita
nose ring -> atsumu miya
got it with bo, wasn’t intending on getting it pierced but it was the best impulsive decision he ever made + suits his face perfectly
runners up -> kenma kozume, sugawara kōshi
tongue -> kuroo tetsurō
the only reason he did it is because he knew it would be sexy, he was extremely right + now has a habit of sticking his tongue out in photos
runners up -> issei mattukawa, meian shūgo
lobes -> osamu miya
wears two little hoops in his ears that he never really takes out, subtle but gets him a lot of attention because they suit him so well
runners up -> aran ojiro, daichi sawamura
nose stud -> tsukishima kei
got it while he was still in high school and usually forgets its there unless people bring it up/compliment him about it, still gets it caught on his sweaters sometimes
runners up -> oikawa tōru, tanaka ryūnosuke
smiley -> tendō satori
has several piercings but the smiley his favorite, always visible cuz of the big grin he usually sports and cannot go more than a day without being complimented on it
runners up -> hinata shōyō, nishinoya yū
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hannamakki · a day ago
[𝟑:𝟐𝟒 𝐏𝐌] - 𝐤𝐨𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐦𝐚
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“kenma?” you called as you entered his apartment. he told you he’d leave the door unlocked, probably because he wouldn’t want to get up from playing his game to let you in, so you weren’t surprised at your easy arrival. what did catch you off guard was the fact that only kenma’s head was visible from your spot at the doorway— he was sitting on the floor. and atop his head, a pair of headphones that were surely obstructing his hearing. no wonder he didn’t answer you.
you dropped your bag, hoping it would elicit some sort of reaction from the two-toned boy. no luck there. his attention never left the nintendo switch that he was holding incredibly close to his face. that explained why he was always squinting at the board in your shared lecture.
you didn’t want to sneak up on kenma, but there was a lesson to be learned from this. making your way to the living room, you silently kneeled down a couple feet away from him, patiently waiting to see how long it would take for you to be noticed. 
feeling as though he was being watched, kenma’s eyes cut in your direction. he only slightly jumped before he was pausing his single-player match and pulling his headset off. “hey.”
“dude, you can’t leave your door unlocked when you have headphones on. someone could break in and you wouldn’t even know.” now that he had finally acknowledged your presence, you boosted yourself off the floor, opting to take a seat behind him on the couch. maybe he found the carpet comfortable, but you’d rather relax on something with a little more cushioning.
“no one’s breaking in here, but i won’t do it anymore.” kenma turned his eyes back to the screen, resuming the game he was playing before you had startled him.
“good. i just want you to be careful,” you expressed from above him on the couch, peering down at the characters fighting on the switch.
“i will, promise.” he didn’t look up from the console, but you trusted that his words were sincere. “give me a second to finish this round and then we can get started.”
you nodded despite kenma not being able to see you. having nothing better to do, your fingers ran through the loose tangles in his hair. it seemed like he was finally taking your advice about brushing it more often. you combed through the silky strands until the few knots that were left were gone, gathering his hair in one hand and wrapping your velvet scrunchie around it to secure it in a cute ponytail. you would have pulled your phone out to take a picture if he hadn’t stood up from his position on the floor.
“i’m done. you ready to get your ass kicked in mario kart?” kenma looked at you from over your shoulder, a cheeky smile playing at his lips. his golden eyes were challenging you.
“yeah right.” you cracked your knuckles. “you’re going down.”
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A Month | Week 2
Pairing: Atsumu Miya x f!reader
Prompt/summary: The start of week two seemed to be going well with Atsumu still trying to get you to fall back in love with him; just as it was starting to work, he dropped two major bombs on you; one being a comment about you quitting your stressful job and taking some time off before looking for a new one, but the second threw you for a loop more than the first one had. He said he didn’t think his advances were working, that you couldn’t ever love him again, and it threw everything off track for you the rest of another work day as you thought about the realistic possibility that this might be Atsumu finally giving up just like you knew he would, but it had hurt you more than you thought it would. That was until your co-worker said something that set you back on the right mindset: what if you simply told him, without implying that you wanted him back exactly, that you saw what he was doing 
Word count: 6K
Warnings/contents: Fluff, mild language, more angsty themes
Notes: I’m back with part 2! As before, all credit for the overall story idea goes to @icelyn20​ who came up with the idea. I hope that you all, though especially my lovely requestee, enjoys this part of the series. I’m trying to get them all out as timely as I can and I’m working on part 3 already as we speak with more ideas, so I’ll try and get that out within the following week
The taglist for this series is at the bottom of this chapter. If you would like to be added, just drop a comment about me adding you and I will add you for the next few parts 💛
Part 1 {Week 1} | Part 2 {current chapter} | Part 3 {coming soon} | Part 4 {coming soon} | Pt.5 {coming soon} 
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Wednesday, September 8th
Today was the official start of week 2 since Atsumu had promised you that he was going to be better, that he was going to make it up to you and try harder this time, but you were still skeptical. Even after a week of good deeds, you pessimistically were waiting for him to give up. Not wanting to hurt yourself, you stared at your pro’s and con’s list and tried to think of more, but you were fresh out at the moment, only sitting with a blank line as you re-read them and thought about all of the good times you’d had with the man.
At work today, there was construction as the kitchen was worked on, hopefully bringing it back into tip-top shape within the week. It didn’t seem like too hard of a job to the contractor and you were hoping it stayed that way and they didn’t find something else wrong with the building that would cost the owners more money. As of right now, none of you had to take a smaller paycheck because of the costs, though you worried if it was too much more, they might have to make cuts.
With that thought heavy on your mind, you had a long day. When you finally made it home, there was no smell of cooking dinner and no sound of running water, but instead there was a box on the kitchen table with a note rested on it. You kicked your shoes off by the door and walked over, carefully unfolding the little note and reading what was inside.
“I know it’s only Wednesday, but I thought that we could go out to dinner tonight anyways. I got this for you, I was thinking you could wear it. I know that you’ve eyed it before. I’m running a bit late with practice tonight, I’ll be home by 8 I promise. Be ready for dinner? I promise to make it worth your while.” Beneath it was a small heart beside Atsumu’s name that made you look skeptically at it. Since when did he sign anything with a heart?
Nevertheless, you opened up the box. Inside there was another little box on top of a knee length black dress that you had seen many times in a shop close to home by the store that the two of you went to. Since all of your grocery shopping was done mostly together, Atsumu had seen you look over at the dress many times before— though you had to admit that you were surprised he had cared enough to notice. You pulled it out, smiling a bit when you saw it was the perfect size. Not caring that you were in the kitchen, you quickly stripped your clothes off, excited to try on the pretty satin dress.
It fit like a glove, smooth and tight in all of the places to accentuate the best parts of your body. You went to the bathroom to look at yourself, turning as much as you could to see the back that ended just beneath your shoulder blades.
“Wow, I can’t believe he actually bought me this.” You whispered to yourself as you walked out of the bathroom, already trying to think of what shoes and necklace to wear with the dress that showed just enough of your cleavage to leave it to his own imagination. You looked at the small box as you folded up your clothes, resting your shirt across the back of the kitchen table chair and picking it up. ”What’s in this?”
As you opened the box, you were shocked to see a little necklace. There was a cute dragonfly charm at the bottom dangling next to a little flower charm. You smiled to yourself as you put the necklace on and peeked at it with your phone camera. It fell just beneath your collarbone, snug and yet comfortable. The chain was quick to warm against your skin as you peeked over at the clock.
It was already 7:45 o’clock in the evening so you quickly went to toss your work clothes in the hamper. By 7:50, the front door opened while you adjusted the dress in the full length mirror that was on your side of the bedroom along with the small walk-in closet. On the other side by the bathroom is where Atsumu kept his clothes. It didn’t take long for Atsumu to get into the door, seeing the little box rested neatly on top of the box that the dress came in. He wondered if you merely looked at it and left, though when he came into the bedroom he was surprised to see you wearing it.
“Wow, ya look amazin’.” He said, setting his bag down on the floor. “Better than I thought it would look— not that I thought ya couldn’t pull it off.” He hurried to add as you turned and looked at the man. He smiled a bit when he saw you were wearing the necklace. “Yer so beautiful, (y/n).” With a small smile, you crossed your arms over your stomach and rubbed your chilled arms.
“Thank you. I really like it.” He sent you a smile, feeling a bit awkward that there was so much distance between the two of you, yet making no advances to come closer.
“I’m glad. It looks amazin’ on ya. I’m gonna take a quick shower and then I’ll be ready to go.” He promised, heading for the closet as he stripped his shirt off.
“Where are we going?” Atsumu sent you a quick grin as he reached down to take his socks off.
“It’s a surprise. I promise yer gonna like it.”
Thursday, September 9th
By some miracle, you had the day off and you were taking advantage of it by sleeping in. You’d woken up first before Atsumu was getting ready to leave for practice, but then you went back to bed, tired and wanting to sleep-in— so you did. With a yawn, you awoke, smelling Atsumu’s scent right beneath your face, but when you peeked open your eyes, there was no trace of him. Slowly, you pushed yourself up, only to realize that over the time he was gone and you’d went back to bed, you had rolled over and ended up on Atsumu’s side of the bed.
Carefully, you rubbed your tired eyes and forced yourself out of the warm bed, but you stopped when you walked around to go to your closet to change from your sleep shorts and tank-top. There was a note and a rose on your side of the bed on your table with your name on top. Carefully, you grabbed the paper and rose, giving it a little sniff and unfolding the paper.
There had been times in the past that Atsumu had left when you were sleeping because you were sick or merely sleeping in and you’d wake up to a note, but it had been a long time since and you were surprised to see it there. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you started to read the note, expecting it to be a quick little “See you soon,” but instead finding something more.
Your cheeks warmed as you read the first few lines of the note; it commented about how he hoped you had a good day, a reminder to eat lunch, and then he went on to write that he loved you and that he wished he could stay home with you. He said that he missed you even when he was with you and that he was sorry again he had been such an ass lately. That he wasn’t going to stop trying and that he genuinely felt bad for causing trouble in your marriage. He told you that he loved you again, this time adding “More than anything I’ve ever loved” after it and that was it.
It was small and yet you were left with an aching chest. It had only been a week and a day now, but you missed him, too. You missed sleeping close to him, you missed laughing about the stupidest things with him, you missed curling up on the sofa in his arms instead of sitting so far apart. You set the note down, giving a soft sniffle as you reached for your phone. You opened up Atsumu’s contact and hesitated.
What did you say? Did you want to say anything? Did you tell him the rose was pretty and the note was sweet? Did you ignore it and move on with your day and simply leave the lone rose in a vase on the table for him to see? Did you tell him good morning and not mention it?
You settled down, typing out “I miss you, too,” but you hesitated again. Was it too fast? You worried that if you were to give in to his advances so quickly, he might give up. He might think the fight is over, that you’ve forgotten about the papers and that you were forgiving him. Truthfully, you were on your way to forgiving him. He was proving that he could genuinely try in your relationship for the first time in a long time, but you didn’t want it to stop. You wanted to forgive him, you wanted to curl against him and feel so safe in his arms again, you wanted to be held all night— but you didn’t want him to think that it meant he won so soon.
With a soft sigh, you deleted the message and locked your phone, going to change and thinking about the note as you brushed your teeth. You stood soon in the kitchen, staring at your phone instead of making something to eat for lunch. The fridge was open as you stared at your blank screen, seeing only yourself.
Quickly, you opened your phone again and looked at his contact. The last message was from him telling you he’d be home soon from the other day as you typed out “I miss you, too” again. But before you sent it, you paused yet again for a moment. Your heart picked up its pace as you pressed the send button, regretting it almost immediately.
You didn’t know what he might say and you wondered if he might think this meant that it was all over in regards to your fight, though the message was read rather quickly. Your heart seemed to stop as he started to type, only sending you a heart emoji in return with the words “I love you” afterwards.
This time, you set your phone down and gave a soft sigh as you rubbed your temples with swirling thoughts wrecking your brain.
“Maybe if I clean up the apartment I’ll distract myself.” You mumbled, going for the cleaning closet. “This place is overdue for a deep clean anyways.”
Friday, September 10th
You sat on the sofa typing on your phone, texting your friend back after hours of not responding. With a yawn, you looked at the clock that was on the wall. It was late, Atsumu was in the shower, and you were tired. You were daydreaming about going to bed, but the movie that you had been watching wasn’t over yet and you were desperate to see how it ended.
The sound of the shower shutting off hit you as you focused your attention back to the movie in front of you. After a few minutes, Atsumu came out of the bedroom, his hair still messy and slightly wet as he went into the kitchen to get something for dinner. He knew that you were out with a friend for dinner tonight and that he was working late so the two of you decided to merely meet up afterwards. Or rather Atsumu had suggested just seeing each other late that night at home and you had agreed and mentioned the inevitable of seeing each other.
Ignoring the man who was heating up some leftovers from the other night in the fridge, you continued to ignore the buzzing on your phone as well as your friend texted you back. The movie was coming to its end, exciting you to finish it up so that you could go to bed.
“You mind if I finish this with ya?” Atsumu asked, slowly walking over with a plate in hand. You didn’t even look at the man as you shook your head.
“Go ahead and sit.” You said simply. He sat on the other end of the sofa, taking a bite of the food that tasted less good than it had the other day but was still edible, watching the movie that he had no idea about purely because he wanted to be close to you. He stole a few glances at you, not really focusing on the movie that you were trying to pay attention to and yet you couldn’t help but notice his fixated glance and struggled not meeting his eye.
You reached back, giving your shoulder a soft rub as you were tired from sitting up and working all day at the desk in the back rather than being up front with the others. You’d had to search deep for old files and look through video footage with investigators from a man who supposedly stayed at your hotel recently that they were looking at as a possible murderer. Tired from your long and tedious day, your shoulders were tense and Atsumu didn’t miss that.
“Are ya alright?”
“Just tense.” Atsumu hesitated for a moment before setting his plate down.
“Want me to help ya out?” He asked, scooting a bit closer on the sofa. It was far and in-between when Atsumu would offer you a massage without some form of personal gain, whether that was sexual or not. But tonight you were tired and sore, so with a nod and not worrying about consequences, you scooted a bit closer to the man and nodded. Carefully, he rested his hands on your shoulders and applying light pressure with his fingers. “Ya really are tense tonight.” He commented. “Another long day?”
“It’s been a fucking wreck.” He frowned, applying more pressure to your shoulders and making you give a soft sound in content. “Thanks for this.”
“Ya don’t need to thank me. Sorry you’ve been havin’ trouble at work.” You gave a shrug and let your head hang as you closed your eyes, completely forgotten about the movie as his hands worked a magic on your shoulders that you had missed.
“It happens.” You said carelessly. “Maybe next week will be better.” Atsumu hesitated for a moment before giving a small frown.
“Seems like that’s what ya say every week anymore.” He said, thinking back and remembering how many times you said you hoped that the next week was better than this current one had been, and he felt bad for you. Even when you were struggling, you forced your way through it, but recently he’d begun wondering if maybe it was too much for you. Too much added stress when things in your marriage hadn’t exactly been the best. Too much to worry about and too full of a plate aside from work.
“Well, work is stressful. Not all of us do what we’ve loved since we were kids.”
“Then you should.” He said as if it were the easiest thing in the world. “Just quit.”
“Excuse me, I can’t quit my job.” You said, moving to look at the man who slowly lowered his hands onto his lap.
“Why not?”
“Why— are you out of your mind? This apartment isn’t exactly cheap and you eat a lot.”
“Hey, I’m not fat or somethin’.” He said, biting his tongue as he felt himself getting defensive over something little and he promised himself he was going to bite his tongue more. “I’m just sayin’, you could. We’re not broke. I could pay for this place and groceries on my own.” He insisted. “If quitting would help ya out, it isn’t like we couldn’t afford it until ya found a new job— one ya actually liked.” You looked at the man even still as if he was crazy, but you hesitated.
He wasn’t necessarily wrong, but before now you hadn’t ever thought of quitting. Of staying home to do what? Of pursuing what kind of career if you were to quit? What would you manage to do with all the time on your hands that you would have if you put in your two weeks? After years of working your way up from a simple maid to a concierge and then to the manager of the building, it felt like years of your life wasted and yet the thought was almost refreshing.
“Just think about it. It isn’t like ya have to decide immediately.” He said, reaching back for his plate and taking a final bite of the chicken. “Yer missin’ yer movie.”
Saturday, September 11th
Atsumu’s words had been rattling around in your head ever since last night, rendering you unable to sleep and fiddling with your fingers late into the night while the man moved and snored quietly beside you as if he hadn’t dropped a huge thing on you and then simply went to bed. Even now as you stood at your desk, you spaced, thinking about what he said and dreading having to come in today.
Unfortunately, just because it was the weekend didn’t always mean that your boss would give you the time off. Maybe you were the manager of the hotel, but you didn’t set your own schedule, as much as you wished you did. With a yawn, you looked to your co-worker and blinked hard when he cleared his throat.
“What are you thinking about?” He asked without looking at you, typing quickly on the keys and taking a hand away to sip his coffee. He didn’t want to be there anymore than you did, but the weekend crew had all been close friends and many of them were attending a mutual’s funeral.
“Quitting.” Your co-worker almost spit his coffee out, his hand stopping suddenly on the keys as he whipped his gaze over to you.
“Quitting this job?” He asked in shock. “But why?”
“I don’t want to be here anymore.” You said simply. “I just… I want to be somewhere else, you know?” The man sighed and nodded.
“I get you. I’d much rather work in a different place than this, but I just can’t seem to find a new job. Plus, being the new guy is the worst.” He said and you couldn’t help but agreeing; you were the damn manager of this building, having to go back to being anything less would feel weird. The thought deterred you, but his words soon afterwards knocked you back on track. “You know, there’s an art museum that’s hiring right now. You like art, don’t you?” With a nod, you looked at the man. “You should see if you could be hired as a tour guide to start or even see if they have any manager positions open.” He suggested.
“That’s a pretty good idea,” you said, thinking about trying to remember to go online later this evening when you get home and checking the place out.
“Hate to see you go, but it’d be a great opportunity for you. Who’s tying you down to this place anyways— nothing. With Atsumu’s career, you could probably do anything you wanted. I assume he makes pretty good money. And you… aren’t going through with the divorce…?” You hesitated for a moment before looking at the man with a shrug.
“I haven’t decided yet.”
“Well, whatever you choose I’m sure will be the right choice. You don’t make hasty decisions as I’ve seen. If things are meant to work out, I have no doubt in mind you’ll try your hardest. If things don’t, well… I’m sure that you looked at every possible angle for your life with Atsumu and just couldn’t see a happy ending. I wish you luck with that.” You sent the man a smile and looked away.
“Thank you. I have a lot to think about.”
“I’ll say.” He started with a soft laugh. “A new job, possible divorce,” He continued with a tut of his tongue, “But of course, if you get divorced then I doubt it would be in your best interest to quit this job. Since you’d make so much more money here than a starting job somewhere else.” He commented. With a sigh, he flipped through some calling cards and shook his head. “A lot on your mind, such little time.” You thought about his words and gave a small frown. Truth be told, it hadn’t crossed your mind quite yet that if you quit this job, getting divorced wouldn’t be in your best interest. You knew it’d have come to you eventually, but what he said sunk quickly into your brain, only giving you that much more to consider as you thought of divorce, having to get a new place to live, and new furniture.
With a quiet sigh you rubbed your temples.
“Why must life be so difficult.”
Sunday, September 12th
Birds chirping outside slowly drew you from your sleep with a yawn as you stretched out your body and slowly sat up. The bed was empty beside you and a jolt of excitement suddenly rushed through you as you remembered buying a new puzzle recently that had gotten here late last night before you headed to bed.
You walked to the bathroom, quickly brushing your teeth and heading to your closet to change into something more than a sleep shirt and pajama pants that you’d worn to bed for the past week now. You stumbled into the fresh pajama pants and tossed your others into the hamper before heading out of the bedroom and out into the main room.
Atsumu was pouring himself a cup of coffee and glanced back at you quickly.
“Mornin’.” He said, something you simply nodded at as you grabbed the package off of the table. “Want some coffee?”
“No, I’m good.” You said, tearing the package open and getting your puzzle out. You discarded the packaging that it came in and grabbed a knife out of the knife block, using it to cut the tape off of your puzzle and putting it in the sink as you headed out of the kitchen and away from your husband who watched you curiously as he went back to cooking the eggs.
“I take it yer excited to do that,” Atsumu said with a little chuckle as you headed to the sitting room that connected to the kitchen and front door.
“Extremely. You said simply, setting the box down and adjusting your shirt. You sat down, opening your puzzle box and scooting closer to the coffee table on the floor. You were excited to start a new puzzle since it had been months since you’d had the time to do one, and since you had only one day off this week before heading back to work tomorrow, you wanted some time to yourself to do the puzzle.
Well, time to yourself with Atsumu there as well. Cooking breakfast in the kitchen as if he was a housewife and bringing you a plate not long after you started to sort your puzzle pieces between different areas and the outside boarder as you looked at the small poster the puzzle came with to help you figure out where everything went. Atsumu set a plate down on the table beside one of your piles and looked at the photo.
“This looks hard.” You gave a soft hum as you separated the pieces.
“Not too bad.” Was all you said as the man shrugged and got back up.
“Well, I guess good luck with that.” He said, quickly bringing you a glass of water that he set on the end table beside the sofa so that you didn’t accidentally knock it over with your elbow while you worked on the puzzle. He sat at the table alone, missing your presence and yet damn near getting used to it— something that made him sad. He didn’t want to adapt to your absence, and yet it was his only thing to do at this point.
With how distant you were being, he was lacking the confidence needed to continue making the grand little gestures he knew he needed to give. He felt bad— after all he was the one who had messed things up and you had every right to be as silent as you pleased, but he couldn’t help how he wished this would all go away. He hated things that were this difficult, he much rather preferred simple makeups— a flower and a genuine apology or dinner once together and then no fighting, but this was what he had bargained for all along.
After all, he was trying to prove to you that he didn’t want things to fizzle out. That he didn’t want you to leave him and that he could change. As sad as he was to look across the room and see you doing a puzzle instead of taking a break to eat with him like you always did even if you had just started a puzzle, he had to do this. Even as his confidence took a blow, he tried to keep his hopes up as high as he could.
Monday, September 13th
You sat on the sofa, looking down at the puzzle that sat on the coffee table. It was relatively small, though so were the pieces. You tried to find several, fiddling with a piece in your hand that you were certain went somewhere in the area that you were working on currently. Atsumu was in the kitchen, starting and finishing dinner on his own yet again, but things were shockingly quiet tonight. Normally while food cooked, Atsumu would bother you. He’d talk to you, he’d look at what you were doing, he’d call from the kitchen— but tonight there was nothing.
And truth be told, you weren’t sure if you found the silence comforting or not.
After what felt like forever, Atsumu told you that dinner was ready, setting your plate down on the table first with a glass of water. You popped in one final puzzle piece before heading over as he settled down in the other chair. Sitting, you looked at the food and gave the air a quiet smell; it had smelt delicious and you were starving, the mere sight and smell of it had made your stomach growl— something that you were surprised Atsumu didn’t give a comment to. You frowned as you peeked at the man before grabbing your chopsticks.
“Thank you for dinner.” You said and he merely gave a soft nod in return as he took a bite of his food. You sat almost awkwardly, tense with how quiet it was as you took your first bite of the tasty food he’d made. As good as it was, things still felt weird— uncomfortable even. Dinner was never this quiet and Atsumu never ate as fast as it seemed like he was tonight. You wouldn’t have been surprised to look over and see it was past 9 o’clock at night with how he was acting, and yet it was only 8:15PM, a time when you usually ate and it always seemed to drag on awhile.
Yet tonight, Atsumu’s plate was cleared in record timing without so little as a word spoken.
You looked at the man across from you with a small frown as he silently finished his plate. Even as you were quiet often, he usually spoke. Maybe about his day, forcing you into speaking by asking you about your own and even going on to elaborate about his own or something he saw when you gave him a bland response. But tonight there was nothing; you weren’t sure why or what was wrong with the man, but you felt rather lonely without him talking.
Atsumu always filled the silence when you couldn’t. It was part of what made you love him to begin with; the two of you always seemed so right for each other in how different you were.
Silently, he got up to bring his plate to the sink as you watched. Deciding that there wasn’t any harm in asking, you peeked around the corner a bit and looked at the man as he brought a pan to the sink.
“What’s up with you tonight, Atsumu?” You asked, getting nothing in return. “You’re acting strange. Since when don’t you talk my ear off over dinner?” The man gave a sigh and looked back at you quickly.
“Since I don’t feel like talkin’.”
“And that’s when?” You asked with a raised eyebrow. “You’re always talking.”
“I’ve got stuff on my mind, ya know.” He said simply, turning back to scrape some gunk off of the pan from when he’d cooked.
“Like what?” You asked curiously. Atsumu hesitated before looking back at you, a small frown on his face but he didn’t seem angry. Instead he seemed to look as if he was deep in thought.
“About you.”
“Me specifically?” You asked. “Not us together?” The man shook his head slowly. “What about me?” You asked curiously. “What did I do?” Atsumu hesitated for a moment and you wondered why. Was he trying to come up with an excuse to be angry and blame it on you? Was he trying to think of how to word his thoughts? Was he simply ignoring you?
“I just… I don’t think that ya want me back.” He said with a little twitch of his nose. “I don’t think that yer ever gonna love me again.” He shrugged. “I don’t want to fight with ya, but I don’t want to talk anymore.” He said before turning back to the sink. “It’s late anyways. Ya got work tomorrow and so do I. We should start getting settled in.” And with that, he went silent. You looked at the man, frowning softly though not in a frustrated way.
You didn’t know what to say. You didn’t know what to do. After all, he’d told you he didn’t want to talk anymore and you worried about frustrating the man. So instead, you looked back to your half-finished plate with a soft sigh and stood up, bringing it to the sink as you ran your tongue along your top teeth and scraping the food off into the trash quietly as you thought about what he had said.
Tuesday, September 14th
It was hot outside today, something you wished it wouldn’t be in the middle of September and yet you could almost wear shorts if it was allowed at your work. Instead you stood behind the desk in uncomfortable jeans, re-doing some of the accounts on the computer and updating customer credit cards or rooms while your co-worker beside you checked people in and out. With a yawn, you stretched your neck from side to side as another customer walked away. Your co-worker looked at you and gave a soft hum.
“Tired today?” He asked, and you gave a shrug.
“I haven’t been sleeping my best.” You said simply. “I think it’s taking a toll on my neck.”
“You should get a massage.” He commented, going back to the computer to finish off a few things he needed to do before he had a small break until a new person came to the desk. “Maybe since Atsumu is trying for once, he’d give you a massage.” The man suggested, but you merely returned his words with a shrug.
“It’s fine, I’ll just try and sleep less stiff.” Your co-worker was silent for a moment before he spoke up.
“You know, I hate poking my nose too deeply where it doesn’t belong,” he started and you immediately went “Uh-oh” inside of your head as you looked at the man. “But… are you giving Atsumu enough credit?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you told me he’s really trying, right?” You nodded along to his words. “Are you acknowledging it? I know that you’re upset and that this is his last chance, but do you worry that if you don’t acknowledge his acts, he might give up?” He asked. “What if you start to fall for him again and he brings the papers signed to you because he thinks it’s too late and he’s lost you. Then what will you do— swallow your pride?” The man almost laughed. “I’m just saying, I’d hate to see a good friend hurt because of a man she could have kept because he tried and gave up when she didn’t show that she saw what he was doing and acknowledged it.”
You thought about his words, trying to come up with a response before the door opened. Just before you looked up, your co-worker spoke up beneath his breath.
“Speak of the devil,” he said jokingly. You looked up, meeting eyes with Atsumu as he sent you a small smile.
“Hey.” He said, stopping in front of the desk.
“Oh, hey.” He set a bag up on the counter and looked to your co-worker with a smile before looking back to you.
“I brought ya some lunch.” He said, leaning against the desk. “I figured ya hadn’t eaten yet and I wanted to make sure that you did since yer so busy.”
“Oh, thanks.” You said, looking at the bag. “Did you? Eat?” You specified quickly. Your husband gave a soft, affirmative nod.
“Yeah, I ate on the way here. ‘Samu says to tell ya hi.” He gave the counter a soft pat before turning. You chewed on the inside of your lip for a moment before moving around the desk.
“Hey, wait— Atsumu,” you started, catching the mans attention. “Could I talk to you for a second?” He looked confused but nodded and walked closer to you again.
“What is it?” You hesitated before looking around the lobby. There were what seemed to be always at least one person here and tonight there were several. “Do ya want to step outside?” You nodded, following the man to the door while your co-worker took care of things at the front desk and set your lunch carefully on the desk below rather than up top for everyone to see as they walked in. “What’s wrong?” He asked as the two of you stepped outside.
“Nothing, I just… I was thinking,” you said, crossing your arms anxiously and stealing a quick glance at the man. “I know that I’ve been… less than enthusiastic lately, and I heard you when you told me that you felt like I wasn’t ever going to love you again, and I just want you to know that… that I see and I appreciate what you’re doing.” Atsumu blinked at you as you stared down at the ground rather than at him. “I’m sorry if I’m not showing you enough—” You started, but he cut you off.
“No, no— it’s okay.” He said quickly. “It’s not up to you to show me that yer seein’ what I’m doing. I’m tryin’ to get ya back, not make ya feel worse.” He said, gently placing his hand on your arm and giving it a soft rub. “Sorry I said that, I just had a long day and I wasn’t thinkin’ right.” He said simply. “If yer worried that I’m gonna give up, don’t.” He said, making you finally look up at him. “I’m not givin’ up. I want ya to love and trust me more than anything, (y/n).” He said seriously. “No matter what it takes. I’m gonna do everything I can to get ya back. Ya don’t have to show me that ya care for me to continue tryin’ anymore. I messed up. I won’t do it again.” He finished as if it was simple. “I gotta get back to practice and you’ve got yer work— I’ll see ya at home.” He said with a soft smile before reluctantly pulling back and turning to head to his car parked close by.
“Yeah… yeah, I’ll see you at home.”
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lxnics · a day ago
hi can i request ushijima, kuroo and suna on the tiktok trend thing? thank u sm !! 🫂🤍
Hi! Yeah of course! But I already did suna here so do check that out!
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Haikyuu Characters responding to; the tiktok heart trend part 3
fluff/ crack
ft. Kuroo and Ushijima
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Kuroo Tetsurou
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Ushijima Wakatoshi
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ryoccoon · 2 days ago
just us | suna rintarou
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pairing; suna x fem!reader
genre; romance, fluff, slice of lifey
warnings; one sesame street reference because suna's weird like that, suna endearingly calls reader (y/n)-chan (if u read my other fics you'll know)
a/n; a glomp is a lunging, enthusiastic, over-the-top, and potentially dangerous hug that often begins with a running start, like a tackle. It can be used as a verb or internet comment for giving someone such a greeting.
10 points to those who guess who the friend reader mentions towards of the end of the fic was (spoiler alert: its dead easy)
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"What.... On god's green earth are you doing here, (y/n)-chan?"
Yep. That sounded about right.
You offer a sheepish smile as you hold your hands behind your back, feigning a sweet display of innocence. It's a weak attempt at winning him over, seeing as you had just rocked up at your best friends house at 4 o'clock in the morning but hey-ho, is was worth a try. Besides, even if he did kick you out, it's not as if you had nowhere else to go, nowhere to eat or sleep for the night or had lost misplaced your keys somewhere during your friends late night, birthday bar crawl.
No— that would be totally irresponsible, careless of you even.
Basically, very on brand of you.
Thankfully, Suna's known you long enough to see past that angelic grin you offer him and spares you the embarassement of explaining your situation. Granted he'd asked you what you were doing here, looking at him like an enamoured puppy who'd been dropped off at his front door, but in reality he knows all too well.
"Don't tell me," he deadpans, eyes unblinking and stoic. "You lost your keys."
"I prefer the term temporarily mislaid," you correct, holding a finger up to defend your case. Although you make a decent job of masking your guilt, you're cringing your face off on the inside. Suna's one-hundred percent judging you right now, it's practically painted all over his impassive features.
You count your lucky stars though— at least you're not wasted.
"And I prefer not to be woken up at four in the morning because little miss airhead lost her keys."
"Temporarily mislaid," you mumble, correcting him once again. "And I'm sorry," you pout, feeling genuinely guilty. It does make you feel bad, waking him up at an ungodly time in the night and essentially asking him for accomodation, but you really did have no other place to go. "I really hate to be a bother but it was either that or falling asleep on the sidewalk with a makeshift bed made out of cardboard, and would you really subject your best friend to such a cruel fate?"
At this, Suna hums contemplatively, eyes glancing skyward, only to giggle when you shove his shoulder.
"Rin! Seriously?"
"Just kidding," he says, his lips upturning into a complacent smirk. You huff a laugh despite yourself and finally, Suna walks aside, jerking his head for you to come in. "Hurry up, Forgetful Jones, it's freezing outside."
You pull a face at Suna's obscure reference. "You did not just compare me to a character off Sesame Street."
"If the shoe fits."
You tut at Suna's offhanded jab, muttering something about "putting your shoe he knows where" until he reminds you whose house you're staying in and you decide to keep your mouth shut.
The moment you walk into his house it's like a warm hug is enveloping your body, chasing away the cold on your skin and making you shudder pleasantly. Suna's dimmed the lights so that it's not blindingly bright for either of you and he tosses you a pair of slippers— the pair his mother bought you for whenever you decided to come visit before asking over his shoulder.
"Did you eat something?"
You pad behind him, following him down the hall which leads to the stairs to his bedroom. Even in the semi-obscurity you can see the outline of his broad shoulders, sculpted through many years of intensive athleticism despite them being constantly hunched in their usual sluggish manner. From where you stand, you refrain the urge to glomp him.
"About six hours ago."
"McDonald's is it, then," he says, so casually one might have assumed it was a routine. Which, of course, it wasn't. But then again, as prickly as he may appear on the outside, Suna caring for you had never been an unknown feat. Even if it wasn't always in the most conventional ways.
You heave a dreamy sigh, eyes crinkling fondly at the brunette's proposition. "You rule, Sunarin."
"What do you mean?" He jests, inclining his body a tad just so he could toss you his phone. "You're the one ordering. I've got other stuff to do."
Ah, there it is. Suna's prickly side reigns once again. You assume by 'other stuff' he means sleep, therefore you can't help but feel a tinge of disappointment when Suna begins climbing up the stairs to his bedroom.
"You're not going to eat with me?"
"I will," he says, pushing open the door to his bedroom. "Just get me a milkshake, I'll pay for everything later."
A smile adorns your face, elated by the news. You enter the code to his phone and without a moment's delay, you're dialing McDonald's number.
"Man, I'm stuffed," you say, sighing contentedly as you snuggle further into Suna's hoodie. He'd lend it to you as you both expertly climbed onto his roof, which also happened to be Suna's cosy place of choice. And he was right— it was surprisingly cosy up there, especially with the new fairy lights he'd installed upon your suggestion. But what gave it the cosiest touch wasn't the warm lighting that now adorned the place, but the company with which it came with, and how comfortable it felt to have your head nestled on Suna's lap, his legs laid out at your sides.
It felt so natural, homely almost. And after a fun night out, it was exactly what you needed to wind down.
"That's what you get for inhaling two burgers and four nuggets," he drones as he sucks up the rest of his strawberry milkshake. He places it beside him before leaning back against his hands. You take this opportunity to snuggle further into his chest.
"I was hungry!" You defend, a smile pulling at your lips. You're about to say something else when Suna suddenly points at the sky, urging you to look, and a gasp is torn from your lungs when a shooting star whizzes across the night sky. "A shooting star! Did you see the second one? Do you think that's a sign of good luck?"
You're too absorbed by what you just saw to notice the smile tugging at Suna's lips, your sudden bursts of energy never ceasing to amuse him. You claim that looking skywards and witnessing a shooting star is what makes you lucky, but all Suna needs to do is glance down and see you to experience the same thing.
Save for he'll never say it aloud. "Who knows."
You avert your gaze from the sky to look at Suna instead, surprised when you see him do the exact opposite. You decide to not mention you'd just caught him staring however, and press on with your next question:
"You know some people think shooting stars are actually UFO's and other alien related stuff. There's videos about it on YouTube and everything."
"Yeah, I don't believe in that stuff. They're probably just a bunch of trolls looking for clout."
You hum in contemplation before saying: "my friend would disagree."
The rest of your conversation flows as easily as the pleasant fresh breeze that kisses your skin, until it fizzles out into nothing more than a comfortable silence. Occasionally, you'll hear the faint barking of faraway dogs while Suna mindlessly plays with your hair, making you melt at the sensation. Other times, you'll catch a quick glimpse of him staring up at the inky sky, the outlines of his sharp features illuminated by the moonlight. His profile is familiar; each edge and contour memorized. But even so, that doesn't stop you from thinking:
He's beautiful.
"Keep looking at me like that and I might just fall in love."
Blood rushes to your cheeks the instant Suna's eyes drift down to you. There's a subtle and playful lilt to his voice, the kind he's reserved for moments like these, and there's a glint in his viridescent eyes that mimics that sentiment.
It's all too much, you think. How your chest aches around him whenever you're left unguarded. But with time you've come to embrace that feeling, hoping he feels it, too.
"Don't threaten me with a good time," you purr, your lips curling from the urge to giggle. It was a light-hearted sentence meant to chase the fuzzy feeling away and give Suna a leeway to some kind of wolfish remark. However the remark never comes, nor does his trademark smirk. Instead, there's a tender expression playing on his features; a soft smile that you rarely ever see and an openness to his demeanour that you can't help but gaze speechlessly at.
Thankfully, words aren't needed for what comes next. And when he leans in to kiss you, it's like your whole world's come together.
Things have never felt so right.
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sunamayo · a day ago
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your eyes shot open at the blaring sound of your ringtone, groaning as you turned over to check the time. 3:00 am. Whoever was calling you better have a good reason to wake you up at this ungodly hour.
your frown turned into a soft smile once you saw the name on your screen. Rin. the only name that never fails to bring a smile to your face.
“hey pretty, hope i'm not bothering you”
“you could never bother me rin, what’s wrong baby?”
“nothing. i just couldn’t sleep so i thought we could-” he paused hesitating for a moment “i thought we could go out and do something”
“of course we can but is something wrong?” you asked, voice laced with concern. This wasn’t unusual for you two. Suna would often call you when he had trouble sleeping, he would ask you to talk to him until he fell asleep. He says he can’t fall asleep if he doesn’t hear your voice at least once.
“are you sure you’re okay Rin?”
“m fine baby, just wanna see you”
“fine i'll get ready”
“good cause i'm already halfway there”
streetlights pass by in a blur of motion, the soft music playing on the radio, the cool summer breeze against your skin as Suna drives into the night. Glancing over at you a smile tugs at the corner of his lips. Your face glowing under the dim street lights.
you looked beautiful, your hair disheveled and your eyes puffy due to the lack of sleep yet you still somehow managed to look gorgeous. You always did. Reaching a hand out he takes a hold of your palm linking your fingers between his. He pulls your hand closer, pressing a soft kiss on your knuckles.
“where are we going Rin?”
“don't know baby, we’ll see”
the wrappers of your cheap gas station candy crinkle with each bite you take. Suna frowns, flicking through the radio stations to find a decent song. “So, mind telling me why you couldn’t sleep today”
“I just missed you”
"I don't think it's just that, what's wrong Rin?"
“It's just- i love you so much y/n, it’s kinda scary” he mutters, squeezing your hand lightly.
“why is it scary?”
“no one has ever cared for me this much y/n, it feels too good to be true and what if i mess things up-” he sighs, looking down “you know since i have a habit of ruining the good things in my life and what if i do the same with us-” you cut off his rambling with a soft kiss.
“rin you will never ruin us baby, there’s absolutely nothing that will make me stop loving you, not even you, i will always be here for you, I promise” you whisper, running your fingers through his hair.
“I love you” he mumbles, nuzzling his head into your neck.
“I love you too rin”
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a/n: this is so bad help it's inspired by the song scary love - the neighbourhood excuse my shitty writing please, enjoy! reblogs appreciated <3
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kei-dee · a day ago
Calling them Pretty Boys Pt.2
A/n: Today's menu consists of a little bit of extra salt with your daily dose of salt, my loves.
Pairing: Tsukishima Kei X Gn!Reader
Warning: Swearing as usual, also him calling you a bitch indirectly so you blackmail to tell the world abt his ✨secrets✨.. read dino undies.
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Might be a little ooc but I love him, your honour.
Extra A/n: We've hit 200+! I will be doing an event as a thank you in a few days, I gotta come up with rules and what I'm going to include in it! Thank you for 200+ followers, everyone! I'm so excited oh mY GAAAAHHHHHHD 🥴🥴
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