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wholesomeivygreen · 2 years

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'𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒚, 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆.'

aka: you don't mind being lonely with the love of your life

pairings: suna rintarou x f!reader / kuroo tetsuro x f!reader

warnings: FLUFF, SFW, has swearing, late night shenanigans with suna and he teaches you how to skateboard + kuroo gets in a fight and you need to patch him up :( word counts: suna (1.4k), kuroo (1.2k)

a/n: favourite boys <3, reader is referred to with she/her pronouns. HIGHLY recommend listening to 'this side of paradise' by coyote theory whilst reading. bye i've been listening to this song for FOUR hours just to write this- enjoy!

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔:

you weren't expecting much to happen on a saturday night, some of your friends were out partying to celebrate the end of finals and exams, but you skipped out in favour of some much-needed alone time.

with the busy evening all of your friends have opted to sacrifice themselves to, you definitely weren't expecting a notification from your phone.

[ 8: 44 ] ─ sunarin </3 lol what are you listening to rn loser

[ 8: 44 ] ─ you >:) why are you judging me tf 🤨 none of your business

[ 8: 44 ] ─ sunarin </3 i'm not judging u you're legit the only active person on spotify rn ❗❗❗ it's kinda hard to not see you're listening to coyote paradise

[ 8: 44 ] ─ you >:) ... whatever. what do u want 🙄

[ 8: 45 ] ─ sunarin </3 come to my dorm and hang out w me

[ 8: 45 ] ─ you >:) no?????? you're gross.

[ 8: 45 ] ─ sunarin </3 you're getting blocked

[ 8: 45 ] ─ you >:) i was kidding you crybaby i'll b there in 5

[ 8: 45 ] ─ sunarin </3 ez cya later

true to your word, you were knocking on suna's dorm five minutes later and you didn't even have to do so twice before he's opening the door eagerly, pulling you in. you greet him with a brief hug, swinging your arms around his middle as he returns the gesture as well.

you note ginjima, his roommate, wasn't in the dorm with suna, so you ask about him.

"he's out at the 'rager' everyone is at," he shrugs absentmindedly, plopping down at the chair for his desk.

"i thought you were planning on going as well?" you asked and he fiddles with his rings.

"eh, it's probably just another shitty party that is held every once in a while, not a big deal. besides, i'm here with you now and you're always better than some sweaty teenagers."

you stuff your hands in the pockets of your sweats, smiling at his sentimental words, "wow suna rin, who knew you could be so nice."

"shut up. besides, it's been so long since we hung out."

"because i actually study for my exams instead of cramming everything the week before?"

he laughs, "i seem to be doing just fine."

"and i hate you for it."

you shuffle over to sit down on his made bed. it was expected of suna rintarou to have the most basic sheets which were black with a defined checkered pattern of white lines. at least he was redeemed by the clean state of his room.

"hey, i literally went to your volleyball game the other day, don't act like it's been forever since you've last seen me," you muttered, falling backwards on his mattress with a sigh.

he can practically hear him roll his eyes, "yeah, which you immediately left after saying 'good job' to fucking slowly disintegrate in your studies."

"you almost sound concerned for me."

"i wasn't, just missed my 2am buddy."

"don't worry, i was still up till 2am everyday, so i was there in spirit," you sit up fervently, "now stop your complaining, i'm here now! let's go grab dinner or something and spend the night out."

a short drive later, you currently take shelter in the only ramen shop that's still serving at 9pm; one you and suna have visited multiple times. thanks to him, it's become your little secret- that you have found a place to cherish when no one else is outside and the world is silent, with you two being the exception.

˗ˏˋ 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝'𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚝, 𝚒'𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝚒'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 ´ˎ˗

suna will keep it as your little secret for as long as he can help it, because under the dim lighting, he looks at you with a soft expression that not even he can help. he listens intently as you ramble about your lectures, he watches your face as it concentrates on the 8-ball game he sent you, but most importantly, he feels the way his heart expands with adoration when you laugh with him. whether it's stupid videos of atsumu, cat videos or tiktoks.

suna falls a little more in love with you every day, but he will keep that as a secret as well in the meantime because he's finally found someone he likes being lonely with.

and if he just asked, you would tell him the same.

"thank you!" your voice breaks him out of his reverie and he notices the two bowls of steaming ramen placed in front of you. the waiter nods before walking away.

before you could grab the pair of chopsticks that come with, suna pulls out his phone, sticking the camera up at you. you pose with a couple peace signs and he 'hmphs' in satisfaction. that's definitely going on his story later.

"i'm so excited to eat, it's been so long since we've been back here," you muttered offhandedly.

"we can come back here all we want."

"not when i'm broke we can't."

"then that sounds like a problem your lazy ass needs to fix."

"you're such a caring person, rin."

˗ˏˋ 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙, 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚔 ´ˎ˗

after paying for your meal, suna drives you to an empty skatepark next and takes a skateboard out of his trunk.

"haven't you been wanting to learn?" he asks, gesturing to the item in his hands.

"not with you, dickhead," you said, turning away to hide the blush on your face.

really though, you were just flattered that he actually remembered the comment you made offhandedly one day, and you tried your best to seem indifferent about the idea. truthfully though, suna teaching you how to skateboard was nerve-wracking. falling on your ass was not appealing, especially in front of the man you've been pining after ever since high school.

on the other hand, you've been embarrassed enough times in front of suna rintarou for it to not matter anymore.

he takes none of your bullshit though, retorting, "oh yeah? then with who?"

your silence is the answer he needs.

"that's what i thought."

"okay but you're definitely gonna let me fall."

suna laughs at the image, jokingly adding, "yeah, i might, that shit's hilarious."

"i hate you."

"no you don't and i promise i won't let anything happen to you."

you narrow your eyes at him in suspicion as he places the wooden board on the cement.

˗ˏˋ 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢? 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢. ´ˎ˗

a whisper of "just trust me" is all you need before standing on the skateboard, feet parallel as you hold onto suna's shoulders for balance.

"see?" he says softly when you finally adjust, "it's not that bad."

you nod.

"i'm gonna pull you around now, ready?"

"rintarou-"

he takes your hands from his shoulders and holds them in his larger ones. any complaints you have are gone and suna gently pulls you along as he walks slowly. you don’t know what to focus on, the sound the skateboard makes as it glides along the concrete, the feeling of wind softly breezing through your hair, or the warmth of suna’s fingers intertwined with yours.

but suddenly, he takes his hands from yours and pushes you, sending you rolling along the cement. you hear his laughter echo through the empty area as you’re slightly freaking out, not used to the sensation. you use your arms instinctively to try control your balance, but to no avail.

“you're a whore!” you yelled, stepping off and stumbling away for a moment, abandoning the skateboard.

that makes suna laugh even louder as he runs to collect his skateboard, “what did you just call me?”

“you’re a whore- ohhh get roasted!”

“shots fired,” he adds unenthusiastically, unable to hide a smirk creeping on his face.

"boo, you whore."

˗ˏˋ 𝚒'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚜𝚘, 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢, 𝚗𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚎, 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎 ´ˎ˗

"come on," suna mumbles as he grabs your hand again and you think you might malfunction. the black-haired boy sits down on his skateboard, legs splayed out in a 'v' position and he gestures for you to sit in between.

hesitantly, you do as told and lean back against his chest instinctively. "is this okay?" you whispered as he wraps his arms over your shoulders.

"yeah, more than. are you comfortable?"

"mhm," you glance up towards the sky, "whoa, there's so many stars out!"

suna follows your line of sight and notices that you were correct- it's not like you could see many stars in the suburbs, but some liked to scatter along the night sky here and there. nevertheless, it was always a breathtaking sight.

but what really grabbed suna's attention was the way you pulled out your phone and tried to find where certain constellations would be. he listens intently to every word, resting his chin atop your head.

he wouldn't mind it if it were like this for a little longer because regardless, suna will continue to fall for you with every little moment you shared.

because there truly wasn't anyone he rather be lonely with and one day, he'll let you know that.

𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐎:

“can i call you a certified idiot now?”

kuroo groans as you place a bag of frozen peas against his eye, “not the right time, y/n l/n.”

“sheesh, what’s got you all pissed and snappy?” you muttered comically, hovering over him and inspecting his skin for any further injuries.

you shouldn’t be in this predicament right now. instead, you should be studying with kuroo at the library and not patching him up after he got in a nasty fist fight on school grounds. you got sent a video of it on snapchat from your friends after calling them, wondering where your study buddy was.

you got your answer, but by the time you arrived, the fight was long over and you were dragging kuroo away from his friends and to your dorm nearby.

so… yeah, that was the current predicament as you hold both his hands in yours, noticing a few bruises beginning to develop along his knuckles.

“can you straighten your fingers?” you asked and kuroo tried to do as told but to no avail as his hand started shaking before he could fully extend them. “kuroo-”

“i’ll be fine, my fingers aren’t broken and besides, a few bruises is nothing volleyball didn’t train me for.”

you sighed, closing his hand into a fist as you rested your forehead against it, “what am i going to do with you, kuroo tetsuro.”

you’re disappointed in him- obviously, but he adores the way his name rolls off your tongue so effortlessly and he can’t help but feel a little loved at the way you’re being so concerned for his wellbeing.

“i’m fine. the only thing i feel bad about is missing out on our study session.”

ever the nice guy, you can’t help but smile at his sincerity, “studying is the last thing on my mind right now. what if you get expelled or suspended for the fight?”

“no chance. with the way i beat that fucker up, he knows what’s coming for him if he tried to report me, especially since he was being a dickhead first.”

that’s kinda hot, you thought to yourself before immediately shaking the thought away.

“didn’t take you for the juvenile type,” you said, taking the frozen bag away from his eye for a second to inspect it, “besides, what did he say that got you so riled up?”

kuroo had always been a level-headed man who thought about his actions and words beforehand. to see him lose his shit like this was oddly scary and you repeatedly thought about the video your friend sent, ignoring the sense of pride that bubbled when you realised that kuroo was dominating the fight.

when he doesn’t try to answer, you immediately regret asking and began rambling, “i don’t mean to be intrusive! maybe you just wanted to fight someone or something cause why not, but you’re definitely not the person to be like that, so it’s kinda weird y’know? like-”

“he was talking about you, and i didn’t like it.”

well that shut you up.

in fact, it sent you into a meltdown as you tried to interpret what kuroo was saying. “are people not allowed to talk… about me?” you asked as your face scrunched into one of confusion and bewilderment.

“i didn’t like what he was saying,” the volleyball player muttered, looking away.

“what was he saying?”

“you’re gonna hate me.”

“i promise i won’t.”

“you're gonna have to swear your life on that.”

“just say it.”

˗ˏˋ 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢 ´ˎ˗

kuroo sighed before reluctantly whispering, “he asked if you were my girlfriend, and when i told him ‘no’, he said he could treat you better than i ever could.”

your face warmed- dramatically and suddenly, it became hard to breathe and all you could think about was the boy sitting on your bathroom counter as he grumpily held a bag of frozen peas to his eye.

“kuroo,” you breathed shakily, “is there a deeper meaning behind this?”

“i like you, in a more than a friend kind of way.”

“oh…”

now, when you fell for kuroo tetsuro a year ago, you didn’t think those feelings would ever be reciprocated, because truthfully, you thought that the man was out of your league- practically unreachable. he was attractive and had a personality?? unbelievable.

you tried not to look far into the study dates, all his flirtatious compliments and praises since that’s just how it is, right?

“please say something,” the black-haired pleaded, “just let me down easy, okay?”

instead, you smile; genuinely and widely.

“y/n what are you-”

you answer him by leaning in, cradling his cheeks in both hands as forget about the bag of peas. your hand is cold, but kuroo doesn’t really mind- not with the way warmth spreads within him from your touch alone.

you’re gentle with him, treating him with a certain kind of fragility that he adores, and he can’t help but turn into putty, melting into you completely. kuroo can’t think about anything else apart from how you actually return his feelings and how he actually has a shot with you, after months of convincing himself he wasn’t enough for you.

he chases after you as you separate from him with half-lidded eyes and a lovesick grin.

“does this mean you like me too?” asked kuroo.

“what do you think?”

“i think i’m the luckiest man on earth.”

he leans in again but you stop him, holding the bag of peas up again. “no more, you need to heal that black eye of yours, mister.”

˗ˏˋ 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢 ´ˎ˗

with a groan, kuroo expresses his frustration and disapproval for not being able to kiss you again. he notices that his arms have gone to your waist but he doesn’t really try to take them off, not as you take a step closer to eliminate any unnecessary space between you.

he really does think he’s the luckiest man on earth, because how did he have a shot with someone such as you? you, who texted him every morning and evening, who always left little notes of encouragement in his textbook to find, who was willing to listen to all of his rambles- even if you didn’t understand them.

kuroo could only return your kindness and generosity with acts of his own. he sometimes wrote your essays for you, always agreed to hanging out with you; even if that meant watching the latest horror movie, paid for your order every time you visited the quaint café not too far from campus. somewhere along the road, he stopped doing it out of service but out of love as he fell for you and slowly became yours.

even if you were never his.

˗ˏˋ 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎 ´ˎ˗

kuroo still doesn’t think he’s worthy of you, even as he holds you in his arms and you’re willingly patching him up after a rough fight with a moron. you’re staying when other people would’ve left.

but he doesn’t care about his insecurities anymore, because he’d be stupid to ever let you go.

‘i will treat her better, just you watch.’

reblogs and likes are very much appreciated, but you don't have to <3 hope you enjoyed!!

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wholesomeivygreen · 2 years

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3:00 AM

“Suna, what the actual fuck?” You croaked, struggling to open your eyes.

Calling you at an ungodly hour, you didn’t have to look at your phone to know who it was.

A few seconds passed, but there was no response from the other line.

You groaned, “If this is a prank-”

“I like you.” Suna whispered ever so softly you weren’t sure if you heard him right.

You blinked. Once, twice, as your heart and mind processed his words. All the grogginess in your body; gone in an instant.

“What?”

“What?” He echoed, confused.

“What did you say?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“But-but you said… you said something!”

“I didn’t?” Suna bemused, and you can hear the frown in his voice.

“You did! You just said you like me!”

“I swear I didn’t.”

You got up from your bed and stared at the screen; your heart beating eratically in your ears as Suna’s name and picture flashed before your eyes.

You knew what you heard. You weren’t gonna let Suna fool you.

You took a deep breath and explained patiently, “You called me, Suna. And the first thing you said was ‘I like you’-”

“I like you too.”

“Huh?”

“Please take care of me.”

“What?!”

“I’m so sorry, that was so lame.” You heard a muffled groan, like he just covered his face with a pillow. “If you’re gonna reject me because of that, please do it now. I might cry if you reject me in person. I’m serious.”

Suna paused to pluck up his courage, you could even hear him gulp. “But I really do like you, Y/n. I like-I love being with you… I hope you know and feel that when you’re with me.” He cleared his throat, “And… it’s okay if you don’t answer or if you don’t like me back. Just… please let me be with you, but if you don’t want to-”

“I didn’t know you could say that much words, Suna.”

The middle blocker sighed, exasperated. “… That’s just mean Y/n. I’m so close to crying here.”

“Hey, you called me at 3 am, confessed to me and pretended you didn’t. You were mean first you know…” You trailed off, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks, “But I like you too.”

“Huh?”

“What did you-”

You suppressed a giggle, “I didn’t say anything.”

With that, Suna went panic mode. “Just so you know my heart is beating like I’m at the edge of a cliff right now, and I’m recording this call because I know you’d pull the same stunt with me, Y/n.”

He was frantic. You could imagine his fox-like eyes getting bigger as he spoke. Suna always acts cool and laid back, it was satisfying to see him break character for once. And knowing it was because of you, his feelings for you… your heart might just explode.

A giddy laugh escaped your mouth, “I can’t believe I like your annoying ass too.”

confession timestamps masterlist. reblogs are love~

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wholesomeivygreen · 2 years

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Types of kisses - Inarizaki

Includes: Kita, Atsumu, Osamu, Aran, Suna

Warnings: none, fluff

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Shinsuke Kita - Forehead kiss

Kita is all about routines. In the morning, the breakfast he makes you is perfect down to the last grain of rice. His clothes are perfectly ironed and when he's all dressed and ready to rush out the door, he leans in to press a kiss to your forehead and whisper an I love you. He does it every single day he can.

You're washing the dishes from breakfast when you feel a hand squeeze your hip. You know it's your husbands signal for you to turn around so he can complete his morning routine.

"I'll see you later, my love" he mumbles as he presses his lips to your forehead

Aran Ojiro - Kiss on the lips

He likes to steal kisses from you, the spontaneous kind of kisses that you nor anyone else around you is expecting. He loves you and he's not shy about it. Though he appears quieter in public, you know just how disgustingly cheesy and romantic he can be. He just can't help himself when it comes to you.

"Your ice cream looks better than mine. Can I taste it?" He asks, with an innocent smile on his face. You lean your ice cream cone towards him but that's not really what he's looking for as he grabs your chin and tilts your face towards his. You giggle into the kiss as he deepens it. The kiss is so good you can't even be mad at how cliche and annoying that was.

Atsumu Miya - kiss on the lips

For Atsumu it's a possessive thing. He loves kissing you everywhere but your lips are his favourite. When he kisses your neck or your cheek, you can still turn your head and pay attention to whatever task it is you're doing but your lips? you have no choice but to pay attention when he kisses you there.

"baby please, just one kiss" he whines as he presses his face into your neck. "dinner can wait"

His hands cover yours to stop you from cutting anymore vegetables and you know he doesn't plan on moving until he gets his kiss. You turn in his arms and you notice the grin that settles on his face; its not a smug look are anything, it's a sincere smile because he truly loves kissing you and he tells you as much as he finally indulges himself in your mouth.

Osamu Miya - Hand kisses

He thinks all his years of volleyball combined with his busy profession of cooking has ruined his hands (you'd disagree) but your hands are different. To him your hands are beautiful, they're not as rough or calloused and they're definitely not as big as his hands.

He's driving the two of you to a cabin in the mountains for a quiet getaway together. one hand sits on the wheel and the other is intertwined with yours. He can really feel how different your hands are to his when he's holding you like this and he briefly glances over at you. His heart clenches a little when he sees how excited you look. As he turns back to the road he lifts your joined hands up to his lips and kisses the back of your hand.

"were almost there, baby"

Rintarou Suna - Neck kisses

Sometimes, Suna thinks you have him under some kind of magical spell. He's addicted to you, he didn't even know he could feel this way about someone. He's told you many times about his theory that you're a love spell casting witch who's seducing him with magic but you're quick to assure him that your just as lovesick as he is.

"you comfy yet?" He asks as you finish adjusting your position in his lap. Its movie night and you want to make the most of it before your boyfriend inevitably falls asleep. You chuckle in response but you don't verbally respond. As you lean your head back on his shoulders he takes the opportunity to press a kiss to your neck as its bared to him. you smell so good and you're just so kissable he can't help himself. "are you sure you haven't cast a spell on me?"

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wholesomeivygreen · 2 years

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His favourite places to kiss... (Tsukishima x Reader)

Pretty self explanatory and definitely self indulgent…

Warnings: I dont think there are any… sweet pet names and one which is sorta spicy so please 18+ (I am not responsible beyond warning you guys what you should and shouldn’t read… You know if you’re in the wrong 👀)

btw time skip so older and more emotionally mature Tsukii

Flushed cheeks and lidded eyes in hidden corners of the campus when he feels too soft to not press kisses to your inner wrist, where your vein is visible/pulse point is.

As much as Tsukishima hates to admit it you are just as good at flustering him as he is at flustering you. You know exactly how to use your short stature to your advantage and leave him a soft endeared mess, when you rock back and forth on the balls of your feet. Teasing eyes and flushed cheeks making you a little too pretty for his liking as you keep glancing between his eyes and lips. Tsukishima who had you pressed up against the wall, leaning over your smaller stature, tried his very best not to melt but failed when he let his forehead thump against your shoulder. You chuckled into his ear as one hand came up to caress his hair before settling on cupping his cheek, even as he pulled away. In that moment he felt too soft not to nuzzle his face into your soft palm, holding your wrist there. He lightly trialed his lips over the pulsing point before pressing them more firmly into the vein that he could see. Once more and then a third time as he kissed the fragile skin over and over again.

When he turned back to face you, your eyes were wide as you watched this usually salty 6′3 man bend down and melt while kissing you like you were the most delicate thing there was. His cheeks red and eyes lidded as he smiled at you small yet lovely. Immediately you were pulling your hand away and, burying your head into his chest, arms trying to decide wether to pull him closer to hide in his chest or push him away and look somewhere else. The former winning.

“Tsukiiii” You whined and he couldn’t help but snicker as he tucked you into his form, chin resting on your head as he let you hide this once (though usually he would pull your arms away wanting to see you squirm from something so simple.) Every soft curve of yours pressed into the harder planes of his body making him feel strong and stable. He liked knowing that he was your safe harbor.

“Y/NNNN” He mimicked which only caused you more annoyance. And even though he could hear your continued grumbling he could only laugh some more as he pulled away and whispered a small ‘cute’ before intertwining your fingers and making your way back to your friends.

Sick days where you wouldn’t let him near you so he would sneak into your bed before pressing his lips repeatedly against your temples, feeling helpless yet wanting to protect you from something so simple.

Tsukii chanced a peak through the crack in the door. You were flat on your back with a cold press on your forehead and a frown on your face. He quickly stepped back when he saw you trying to peer back at him but he doubted you saw anything without your glasses. He was currently waiting for the opportune moment.

You had been sick for the past week and had vehemently refused to let Tsukii step close to you in fear he would get sick too. Tsukii hated it. He hated how considerate you were and he hated how much more attractive it made you even snotty and teary eyed. He was also sick of your cold. He knew he was grumpy and emotionally constipated but he missed you and he wanted to to be able to take care of you and you not letting him be there for you made him feel like a bad boyfriend. He felt helpless from being unable to protect you from something so simple and he missed your touch. So here he was waiting outside your dorm door, having bribed your roommate with a pre written essay and study plan to not tell you and let him stay in your dorm for a week. He waited for the moment where your eyes got hazy and became lidded with sleep. It was Tsukii’s favourite version of you cause you got all whiny and cute. Its only then that you would let him baby you (in his own Tsukii-ish mean way which involved flicking your forehead and laughing at you). He watched the minute your face relaxed before he strode into the room. He regarded you in endeared amusement as you immediately frowned. He stopped near the bed hearing your slurred protests and whining them back to you,

“Tsukiii ya shouldn’t be here ya know?? I’m sick and y’ll also get sick”

“Y/Nnnnn and sick really? I wouldn’t know. You look like you’re in tip top shape really… should I spike a volleyball to you…”

He watched your eyes become teary and cheeks redder before you start sniffling. Crossing your arms and pushing yourself further into the bed.

“Don’t be mean you bean pole of a human *sniff, sniff*… when yer sick I’m so nice to ya and this is what I get… Next time ‘m not gonna pet your hair”

“Well if you let me get close to you I would be nic–… Ahh Okay okay don’t cry you big baby”

He slid under the covers next to you making himself comfy. He lay on his side, letting one arm slide under your head and around your shoulders. The other went over your stomach to rest against your waist and hip. His lean arms were heavy and warm like a weighted blanket and he sighed in relief when you pressed yourself further against his body. It was in small moments like these where you let yourself be vulnerable that Tsukii couldn’t help but firmly and protectively press a kiss against your temples. He would do it again and again, even as you fell asleep and even as you woke up. He would occasionally press his own forehead against your temple. And in between these firm and worried kisses and moments of skinship he would whisper words he would otherwise deny ever having said,

“I love you… you in all your rash, reckless, delicate and easily hurt glory… You’re a moron, even more than the human tangerine… but you’re my moron okay? And I don’t like my moron like this so get better… you big dumb-dumb”

And thats where he would spend the rest of his night. Holding you, keeping your warm, tangling his long legs between yours and by your request even wear a mask, though that doesn’t stop the worried kisses… yeah the opportune moment.

Dimly lit bedrooms after exhausting days where the only thing on either of your minds was just being there with the other. The skin-ship had Tsukii preening and he couldn’t help but hold your hand to his mouth, pressing firm kisses against each finger tip which would dissolve into something more.

It had been a demanding day though that was putting it lightly. Tsukishima was fairly certain he no longer had thighs since he could no longer feel them, Training having put them through the ringer. His back hurt from the uncomfortable chairs at the library that he personally offered to replace. Hi hand he was certain might fall off after finishing his ten page essay and finally he wished he didn’t have a head if it meant the throbbing headache of his would go away… He didn’t think there was a saving grace until he got home and there you were. You in all your comfy glory, framed by soft edges and the dim lighting of the bedroom as you read a book and had a glass of wine by your side. Your skin was dewy form you nighttime creams and your hair way in a pony tail with all the shorter pieces falling out. You were picture perfect and Tsukii had never been happier about having showered before coming home. He schlucked his clothes of as fast as he could and never even giving you a chance to ask or say hello he dropped himself onto your figure. You let out a loud ‘oof’ but spread your thighs a little more nonetheless to accommodate his hips that settled against yours.

“Tough day huh Tsukii?”

All you received were grumbled groans from where he buried his head into your chest. Your own hand coming to stroke his hair and when he propped his chin up, his cheek bones. You smiled when you finally got a peak of his face, your own lighting up,

“There’s my pretty boy”

Tsukii felt himself smile at the endearment. Tsukii had grown up and though he still blushed he no longer acted like a prepubescent boy who shoved aside any comfort. He keened in the attention before he pulled your hand to his mouth with a firm grip. And here is where he grabbed each finger and one by one pressed his lips to the soft pads of your fingertips, starting with your pinkie and ending at your thumb which he lightly bit. You watched with heated eyes as this tall blonde boy made you feel both like a goddess and yet like a little girl all in one setting. You watched his lips trial a path onto your palm before letting you stroke his face again. His own hands going to the sides of your thighs, stroking the soft flesh and thats how you both spent the next few hours… happy and soft.

When everything felt like it was going wrong and nothing seemed okay, when you had crawled both physically and mentally into the darkest place you could find is when Tsukii would place his lips firmly against your forehead, rocking you back and forth and whispering reassurances.

Tsukishima rushed as fast as he could to the psychology building. His heart was pounding and his mind was running at the speed of light. When he got the call from Tadashi he had felt his heart drop into his stomach and despite trying his best he couldn’t help but think of the worst case scenario. He practically ripped the door of its hinges as he made a mad dash for the sixth floor, pushing past other bewildered students and taking two stairs at a time.

He knew today was going to be difficult. He knew he should have trusted his gut when it told him to wait outside your building to pick you up after your exam today. He knew he should have trusted his judgment. He couldn’t blame Tadashi, even though the man had been insistent that he would help manage if you got your anxiety attack/ sensory overload today and get you home because at the end of the day Tadashi didn’t know the extent of your anxiety. Hell there were times where Tsukii thought even you didn’t know just how bad it got. As your loved one having to watch from the sidelines as you went from psychiatrist to psychologist to cardiologist it drove him mad how you could smile and brush aside something that was so debilitating. He had been there for all of it and he knew he shouldn’t have deviated from the comfortable routine he had helped build for you and himself… he knew and he still fucked up.

He was at least grateful for the fact that your professor had managed to get half the floor cleared out so as to decrease your sensory overload. He finally reached the classroom and entered with a bang of the door. His eyes landed on a very distressed Tadashi who stood in front of the janitor’s closet that you had locked yourself in. The man had red cheeks and was sweating profusely as he begged you to make some noise or best case scenario open the door,

“Y/N pleas please please open the door, I just umm I need to make sure you haven’t passed out… Look you can open and close it really quickly or like maybe bang on the thing please… Tsukii should be here any mo–Kei oh thank god”

With a quick thanks and instructions on what to bring/do Tsukishima sent Yamaguchi to wait outside. Tsukishima gave both you and him two minutes of complete and utter silence before he knocked on the door. It was a gentle rap of his knuckles very unlike the pounding panic that Tsukii felt,

“Y/N please… please its me…Your Tsukii right? and I need you to open the door… please… darling I’m so sorry but please open the door”

Tsukii heard shuffling on the other side and then a click and that was all that he needed. He opened the door that was otherwise pitch black. He left a sliver of it open behind him and through that sliver of light he found you crawling back to the very back of the room. You sat in the centre, hugging your knees and framed by various cleaning supplies as your body shook with sobs and a heart that was no doubt hurting from how quickly it was beating. Tsukii wasted no time in dropping to his knees in front of you, long arms collecting you into his lap. Its now when he presses his lips firmly into your forehead as he enveloped your body whole, like if he hugged you hard enough he could take away the anxiety and fear and paralysing panic. He again and again pressed kisses to your forehead whispering words that he hoped and prayed helped. He was never a words kind of guy but for you he could be… in his own way,

“You’re okay? You hear me? You are fine, you are completely safe and okay… just breathe. Work on getting your heart rate down okay? You can do it! I know you can not just cause you’ve done it before but because you are my partner… And when we started dating I didn’t just date you cause you’re pretty… I’m dating you cause you tend to pull of the impossible and I know right now calming down seems impossible but you. are. going. to. do it. okay?”

and that is where you both stayed well into the dark. Tsukii rocking you back and forth, the haze of worry finally disappearing leaving in its wake stability at knowing he got you…

I was going to post this later but here you go!! <3

A little Tsukii love so yayyyy anywhoo as always I hope you enjoy and please request stuff using the ask anything feature

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wholesomeivygreen · 2 years

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suna rintarou headcanons

why, you ask…cuz i miss him. and i’m not doing so well after dat one shot. honestly idek wat dis is, jus stuff which i wholeheartedly believe ig ? :>

love language : physical touch. his hands are always hanging around your waist or thighs. subtle touches and small kisses from him are everybody’s essentials.

favorite places to kiss : literally everywhere but mostly on the neck, nose, lips, thighs, shoulder and did i say neck ?

nicknames he’d call you : angel, princess, baby, babe and he’s definitely the type to call you cringe names just to piss you off.

his type : he’d go for anyone. that’s it. all he needs is someone who’ll match his vibe, someone who’ll understand him. the quirky, cocky, sarcastic, daredevil personality is his top tier. although he finds the quiet ones cute. at the end of the day, anyone. (cuz dayum bro, u y/n’s r jus GAHHHH!!)

you’re gonna tell me the guy’s a smoker ? yeah no. he’s the cool guy who declines it whenever he’s offered.

the type of person to think that making cereal is a talent. and honestly, i agree with him.

his camera roll is full of pictures and videos. of you. the storage definitely exceeded its limit, and he has to upgrade it but he just believes that no storage can contain all the stuff because he’ll just keep on taking them. with no regrets.

his playlist : the type of playlist that gets you hooked from song one. he’d have banger songs. mostly underrated ones. slowed version ? yes, slowed version. it’s his thing. and your playlist is on repeat and oh, y’all’s spotify blend ? constantly played it’s illegal.

he’s a tsundere. not that he isn’t all olaf around the team and your friends. as soon as it’s just the two of you, he’s putty in your hands. absolutely, devastatingly adorable. so very soft, and he sleep mumbles, not sleep talk. every time you thread your fingers through his hair, your voice nothing more than a whisper, his thoughts pour out like rain. it ranges from ‘i’m so lucky to have you baby’ ; ‘fuck, you’re beautiful you know that ?’ ; ‘you have really soft hands’ ; ‘i could stare at you all day- no, forever and never get bored’ to ‘for some odd ass reason, i ship our history teacher and chemistry teacher. do you ?’ ; ‘baby, dick has so many synonyms, i’m jealous’ ; ‘atsumu and osamu fighting is like two gorillas competing for a rotten ass banana’. he’s a talker only around you, and you could listen to him all day, everyday.

if you’re the type to throw on mismatched socks, don’t worry, he does too, we don’t judge here. ‘socks is socks right ?’ he quotes.

sneaky kisses are his favorite. skipping practice to go make out with you ? sign him up.

kisses with him aren’t rushed. it’s the one where each kiss has a very deep value to it. like he wants you to know what he’s thinking.

is such a fucking tease, it’s frustrating. but is also the one who’s very needy for your attention. see how the tables turn ?

bullying atsumu about him being single is something you’ve both found amusement in.

midnight drives ? midnight drives. he’ll text you around the wee hours of the morning and ask you to join him for a drive, which you obviously don’t decline. playlist blasting in the back, your head hanging out the rolled down window, screaming the lyrics to your favorite song. cheap store candy wrappers are everywhere, a bottle of water, for which the cap’s already missing and you’re both arguing on who has lost it, the small engine sounds in the background. one more memory added to the album in his storage.

walking home from school, he likes to take the long route so he could be with you just a bit longer. hands intertwined, kicking small rocks and pebbles which is in his path, ears on alert, always listening to you, the quietness of the evening is all something he wouldn’t trade for the world.

conclusion : an amazing boyfriend, amazing human being, who i’m very pissed isn’t existing in this world.

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wholesomeivygreen · 2 years

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— spending time with their daughter

characters: kuroo, suna, atsumu

genre: fluff

wc: 650+

<I’ve been super busy so I haven’t posted on this blog in so long ahhhh but I found this in my drafts so I thought I would share it! I’m also hoping to start writing again, but probably very sporadically.>

It’s an ordinary saturday, and KUROO’s standing in the middle of the living room wearing a sleek black suit and holding a humorously small bouquet of flowers.

You stifle a laugh when you walk in to see him standing on the other side of the room, and he playfully scoffs at your pajamas in response.

You looked quite out of place, especially since the only other person in the room was a small girl sporting a puffy baby-pink dress and shiny black flats clutching to the fabric of your pants.

“Daddy!!” the small girl exclaims as she lets go of you and stumbles across the room.

Kuroo lowers himself down on one knee before holding out the small bouquet, stopping his daughter in her tracks.

“For my princess,” he says graciously, chuckling when the small child takes the flowers delicately into her arms, eyes twinkling with wonder.

She swivels around to face you and almost trips over her dress, but she steadies herself before holding the flowers out in front of her, “mommy, look what daddy got me!”

“Very pretty,” you smile, leaning against the wall, and she nods excitedly.

“Princess, are you ready to go on our date?” Kuroo asks, and the small girl runs back to him, crashing into his open arms.

You walk up to them, placing a kiss on your daughter’s cheek before looking up at your husband.

“I don’t think you try this hard for our dates,” you joke.

He quirks an eyebrow at you and gestures to the small girl in his arms, “well, this one’s a lot harder to impress.”

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wholesomeivygreen · 2 years

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𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒

— multi. character x gn!reader | hurt/comfort

[ kuroo, suna, sakusa ]

warnings: neglect (in kuroo’s), mentions of alcohol consumption & self-isolation (in suna’s), insecurities (in sakusa’s), break ups/make ups, exes to lovers

note from heart: ‘as it was’ by harry styles has been on repeat for me for the past couple days & i wanted to make smthn based off of it <3 ((also i got a bit carried away in suna’s part LMFAO))

KUROO —

‘in this world, it’s just us. you know it’s not the same as it was’

❀ you & kuroo had broken up because he had just gotten too focused with his job

❀ he began to neglect your relationship, prioritizing his work, coming home late, leaving before you woke up, just overall not seeming to care for you like he used to

❀ after arguing for what seemed like eternity, you had called it quits

❀ “i know your job is important to you, tetsurou, but isn’t our relationship important too?” you had asked

❀ but you were left with no response, not even spared a glance

❀ “alright then.. if we’re not important, then i’ll save you the trouble and leave. i’ll pick up my stuff tomorrow morning. when you’re at work.”

after a month of being broken up, kuroo had reached out to you, asking for forgiveness and promising to mend your relationship. you were hesitant at first, worried that you might end up in a cycle of being neglected once more.

“our relationship is important to me, and i should’ve said something that night. i should’ve done something to make you stay, and i’m sorry. i’m so, so sorry, y/n. i love you more than anything,” he spoke, taking smaller steps towards you inside your new apartment.

he hated seeing you here inside the place you now called home. he hated coming back to what was once your shared apartment to not find you in the kitchen preparing dinner for him. he hated not waking up to you in his arms. he hated not being with you, and he hated himself for allowing you to walk out.

he loved his job and he wanted to do everything in his power to excel in it, but he let his ambitions get the best of him, making you feel lonely and hurt. but now, he wanted nothing more than for you to come home; for the both of you to be together again.

you stood there, quiet and unsure. kuroo could practically hear your mind racing with thoughts and questions. he could sense your hesitance, and it made him anxious.

“tetsurou,” you began, your tone cautious and quiet. “i won’t come home right away,” you continue, looking away from him. your words made his heart drop to his stomach, but part of him felt relieved that you wanted to be with him just as much as he did. “if we’re going to make this work, you have to start by putting in more effort,” you spoke, bringing your gaze back to him to be met with a look of determination.

he nodded his head, carefully lifting your hands in his. you followed in suit, interlacing your fingers together. he pulled you closer to him, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “i love you, y/n. and i promise to do better. i promise to be so much better for you and for us so that you can come home,” he says, never letting you go in the process.

your rest your head against his chest, listening to his racing heart gradually reach a steady pace. “it won’t be the same for a while, you know,” you say quietly, and you feel him nod again. “i know, but i’ll be sure to bring us back to how we were before; to how it was. i promise.”

SUNA —

‘answer the phone. suna, you’re no good alone. why are you sitting at home on the floor?’

❀ suna had a habit of coming home late, constantly out with his team, and it usually ended up with him coming home reeking of alcohol

❀ it had gotten to a point where you just couldn’t take it anymore

❀ “rin, this is unhealthy. you’re an athlete, you have to take better care of yourself!” you lectured him one day, but it seemed that- in his drunken state- he didn’t care for your lecture

❀ “if it bothers you so much, then leave,” he slurred, rolling his eyes as he laid back on the couch

❀ and that was the final straw for you, making you grab your things. the last thing you saw before walking out was your boyfriend fast asleep on the couch

“dude, where have you been? you can’t keep missing practice like this… give me a call back when you get this, okay?” atsumu’s voicemail ended, making suna drop his head into his hands, his phone falling onto the carpeted floor. it had been about three weeks since you had left.

suna had woken up the next morning after you walked out, his head pounding and his body didn’t seem to forgive him for sleeping on the couch. he had walked to your shared room to go and wake you up, but he was met with an empty bed. he noticed your charger, bag, and majority of your things were missing. that’s when he knew he had lost you.

and when he realized you weren’t coming back, he didn’t bother to go to practice. he didn’t bother to contact anyone, not even you. instead he isolated himself, drowning in the loneliness of the silent apartment that you two had once shared.

he sat on the couch for most of his days, not daring to enter the bedroom because he knew he would just feel more alone and guilty. he scolded himself mentally every single day for not being more responsible, for not listening to you, and for taking your love and affection for granted. all you wanted for him was to be healthy and to take better care of himself because, you were right, he is an athlete- an olympic one at that.

his thoughts were interrupted when he heard the door unlock, his head shooting up from his hands to see your figure cautiously walking through the doorway. your eyes met, your expression shocked to see him where you had left him.

“y/n,” he said, almost in disbelief. “what.. what’re you doing here?” he asks. you look down. “um, i was just here to finally pick up the last of my things,” you say quietly. suna’s heart aches even more, his hopes of you coming home to him flying out the window.

he stands from the couch, his hand reaching to scratch the back of his neck. “so you’re actually leaving, huh?” he asks sheepishly, fighting the urge to break down in front of you. “i don’t want to,” you whisper, but just loud enough for him to hear.

his eyes light up slightly, the sadness in his gaze fading away at your words. “i didn’t want to leave in the first place,” you continue, your voice cracking as you held back your own tears. “honestly, i was hoping you wouldn’t be here cause.. cause i thought it might’ve been easier.” but he was there, and he hadn’t left since.

“atsumu’s been bugging me a lot, you know… always asking where you were and if you were okay,” you say, filling the silence. you finally look up at him, your eyes sad and worried because although you wished he wasn’t here, you had hoped he was taking better care of himself. but he wasn’t. missing practice, isolating himself from the world; it broke your heart.

your body begins to move faster than you can think, and you find yourself pulling suna in for a hug, crying softly into his chest, muttering things about him not taking care of himself and you were worrying for him.

suna quickly wraps his arms around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he begins to cry. “i can’t do this without you, y/n.. i’m sorry,” he sobs, his body shaking as he holds you just a bit tighter in his embrace. “i should’ve listened to you, i should’ve taken better care of myself.. i shouldn’t have let you walk out,” he cries. “i’m sorry for leaving you, rin,” you say, tears still flowing down your cheeks as you hold him.

“i can’t do this by myself, y/n.”

“and i won’t let you, rin.”

SAKUSA —

‘i don’t wanna talk about the way that it was’

❀ sakusa was blunt, but it never really bothered you. you always saw it as something that made him a genuine person; always telling you how it is rather than sugarcoating everything

❀ but as much as you appreciated his honesty, there were moments where his truths hit a little too close to home

❀ “kiyoomi, you can’t just say things like that,” you mumbled, holding back your tears after listening to your boyfriend’s rather harsh words

❀ “what? i’m just saying how it is,” he responds nonchalantly, not seeming to take your feelings into consideration

❀ and it hurt. it hurt more than before because he had brought up your insecurities as if it was something that came natural to him

❀ “i can take a lot of things, but what you just said is where i draw the line, kiyoomi,” you spat, beginning to feel both frustrated and hurt. “you shouldn’t say things like that especially when you know it’ll hurt someone, especially if that someone is someone you love.”

❀ and with that, you walked away. you walked away from the one sided argument, from him, and from your relationship

“i shouldn’t have said any of those things to you, y/n. i’m sorry for ever bringing that up.. i should’ve been more considerate,” sakusa said.

you two were sitting on a bench at the park. after a couple weeks of being apart, he finally plucked up the courage to reach out to you and ask to meet with him so you both could talk. you agreed, but since you both had sat down down on this bench, you were quiet.

he sighed, looking over at you expectantly, hoping that you’d finally speak up. he knew you had a lot going through your mind. with the way that your eyes never left the ground, he knew you had something to say but hesitated to do it. “i know,” he continued, taking a breath, “i know i can be blunt.. and i know that the things i say can be hurtful-“

“but you say it anyways,” you finally say, looking up and meeting his gaze. you had a sullen and disappointed look in your eyes, and it made the guilt in his chest well up even more. “i never meant to hurt you,” he mutters, and now it was his turn to look away, not wanting to see the damage that he caused.

“you did it anyways,” you say again, your words stabbing at his heart, reminding him of his crimes. “but,” you continue, “i know that everything you say is honest and genuine.. even if it does hurt sometimes, i know that you say it out of love.” he looks at you again, only to be met with a soft and forgiving smile.

sakusa’s heart swells with relief. you grab his hand in yours, taking a quick breath. “just promise me that you’ll be more careful with your choice of words, omi,” you say, voice quiet and wary. he nods, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. “i will. i promise,” he says, and you know he’ll keep his promise. you know that your relationship won’t be as it was, but that it’ll better.

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wholesomeivygreen · 2 years

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KILIG: 1 : a feeling of exhilaration or elation caused by an exciting or romantic experience.

or, in other words, HQ BOYS AND THEIR TROPES

yaku morisuke has never gotten familiar with the adrenaline of getting butterflies. he begins to panic, you’ve been friends with him since you were kids, so why does he get so nervous when you walk past him all of a sudden? he wonders, what if he tells you and it ruins what you’ve both been building? the risk is heavy, he knows that, but how is he suppose to look at you and refuse the urge to kiss you? it’s an accident when he confesses, i’m in love with you, by the way, one that takes you completely off guard (and him, too, if the color on his cheeks is any indication).

a relationship with iwaizumi hajime is a gradual process. it takes time to understand the many puzzle pieces that come together to make him whole. it’s a puzzle that takes you a very minimal amount of time to figure out, though, almost as if you’ve done it many times before, as if you know the pieces by heart. and when your hand is delicately placed in his, iwaizumi comes to realize that you were the unaccounted piece he was unconsciously searching for.

you first meet kuroo tetsurou at the corner store cafe. it’s an odd meeting, really, anyone would tell you that falling for the guy who spilled his exaggeratedly sweetened coffee all over your blouse minutes before your meeting was way too cliché to be believable. and although his sickeningly sweet smile was swoon worthy, you’d have to tell them that it was his compassion in those moments that sealed the deal. he had just gotten on his break so he offered you his (way too large) button up, a new coffee, as well as his number. just in case, he said.

it started off as teasing with suna rintarou; he takes your pencils, you call him names, his smirk is followed by you getting your materials back. he’s not sure if he can pinpoint the exact date he started catching feelings. maybe it was brushing of your hands, or the passionate eye-contact after a brief argument, but he doesn’t really care enough to go back in time and find out. and when you’re asked to team up for a project, he’s the first to put his arm over your chair and mark you as taken— which way, he doesn’t care, it’ll be both soon enough.

it’s a dumb idea, a really stupid one that only an idiot would agree to. so, when you shake hands with miya atsumu, agreeing to fake date him to make your ex jealous, you know you’ve gone utterly insane. it isn’t until the lines become blurred— the scripted kisses become second nature, the occasional shared glances come with genuine warmth, that atsumu realizes he’s in too deep. it’s a silly thing for him to ponder about, so when he asks you, ‘is this for real?’ you lose all restraint on pretending, nodding rapidly in response.

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wholesomeivygreen · 2 years

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yuni, feed me with enamies to lovers with suna 🏃

ENAMIES TO LOVERS WITH SUNA RINTAROU!

note from yuni: i see you have taste nonnie 👏 i did hcs bc i currently have writters block so i hope thats fine! i hope this is enough to feed you 😭<3

warnings: suna being a moron (insulting you lovingly though)

you two met at one of his games. he accidentally bumps into you and looks up and he's like "wow" to himself cuz you're so gorgeous (ofc, who wouldn't, like slay) and he says something rude

anyways you say something even worse back and he's just in shock, why is he getting hot, like what

you guys went your separate ways, but he couldn't stop thinking about you

one day you go and hang out with the twins, he didn't pay attention when they told him you were joining them, since he didn't even know your name

you meet up with them and he's just like oh

spending time with the twins = spending time with him

he's so annoying, he laughs his butt off when you get pissed off, but even though you get mad you can't deny his smile is kind of...cute

scares you at random times and runs away as you chase him through the gym 💀

SUCH A TEASE BRO, HE FINDS THE TINNIEST THINGS TO TEASE YOU ABOUT 😭

he took it a lil too far one time and apologized properly, but he never really takes it too far, he knows his limits

through all that teasing he notices how he isn't doing it because he hates you, but something else.

he glances at you and when you catch him he just says "why are you staring at me?😏" and then there's an argument over who was steering first, he's holding back laughs 💀

when you talk back to him his head is just like: "I hate you..but that was hot" JSJSJDJCJF

don't even get me started on how protective he is tho

secretly death glares everyone who tries to confess to you

he teases you but when someone else does the same thing he will throw hands because only he's allowed to do that

the twins caught on and then poke fun at you both when you guys get a little too close and then you're both red realizing what you were doing

in the end, it's obvious he likes you, and as time passes he gets softer with you

overall lots of teasing, chaos, and blushing with him shahshdhfh

©zikyuh 2020

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wholesomeivygreen · 2 years

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Todoroki Who doesn’t realizes he likes you until it’s too late

You’re already dating his bestie, Bakugo, who he respects so much, so he doesn’t say anything.

But you’re only dating Bakugo because Deku doesn’t bother to look your way because everyone is convinced he has a thing for Uraraka.

However, Deku’s good friend Todoroki has confided in him that he likes you and, no matter what feelings Deku may have for you, he couldn’t do that to Todoroki.

Thus the love square is born and chaos ensues as all three boys pine over you- never able to fully realize their true feelings, until…no…you couldn’t date all of them…could you…

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wholesomeivygreen · 2 years

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take care (katsuki bakugo imagines)

this is my first time posting my writing here and this just an idea i've been playing around it for a while. if you guys would like a part 2 please let me know :)

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“- don't know man i haven't heard from her in almost 2 weeks I'm kinda getting worried.” Eijiro Kirishima’s voice wafted over the shower stalls as Katsuki Bakugo turned off the shower.

“Sorry man you gotta repeat whatever you were talking about, stupid shower drowns out everything.” Bakugo said, wrapping a towel around his waist as he stepped out. Thanks to the new renovations at the Hero Agency, he no longer had to head home smelling of blood, sweat, smoke or whatever foul item he spent his shift working on.

“I’m talking about y/n, Bakugo. I haven't heard from her for weeks now and I'm kinda getting worried. It’s not like her to ghost me for that long.” Kirishima said, stressing heavily on the “me” in the sentence.

Bakugo was not surprised. Eijiro and Y/n became as thick as thieves in their second year after Y/N gave him a limited edition Crimson Riot poster that she found in a thrift shop. Given the fact that the poster was now easily worth at least 8 months of groceries, Kirishima dubbed her his new found best friend and they have been inseparable ever since. Now that Bakugo thought of it, he had not seen the (h/c) haired girl for quite a while as she usually drops into the agency to bring them lunch on days when Bakugo and Kirishima worked long shifts and were unable to get home or if she just wants to complain about her co-worker Monoma who her agency had the brilliant idea of pairing her with her. He also realised that she had not been looking at his instagram stories for a few days now. Not that he was obsessively checking whether she did of course, he was just naturally observant.

“Maybe she’s just busy with work. She is one of the top heroes in her agency.” he offered, yanking his tee shirt over his head.

“Yea but even so, she usually shoots me a message at like 3am along the lines of “hey kiri i’m being forced to work above my paygrade again, i’ll be back to annoy you in 2-3 business days.” I haven't even gotten that.” Kirishima said as they began to make the 20 minutes trek back to their apartment. It had been Kirishima’s idea for the duo to get an apartment downtown as it was close enough to the agency in case there was an emergency and the rent was pretty good too so it allowed Bakugo to save easily so he can open his own agency in a few years. Apparently, climbing the charts at such a quick speed does not pay the way it used to.

“Why not ask that boyfriend of hers?” Bakugo said, trying not to sound too bitter as he spat out the word. Y/N and Alexei met during their third year at UA and have been together for three years and, honestly much to Bakugo’s joy and disdain all at once, she seemed very happy with him. In keeping with his true nature, Bakugo kept his distance from Alexei and was bare minimum polite towards him but he could not deny the fact that Alexei was a cool guy.

“That’s the weird part bro. I messaged him after the first week that I did not hear from her just to check in to see if she’s doing okay and he says yes she’s doing great and if she’s not talking to me I should leave her alone. BUT GET THIS, I messaged Monoma two nights ago to ask him about her and he says she has not been to work in 2 weeks. He hasn't heard from her either, same with Mina. We’ve all been so busy lately I can't even run down to her apartment to see her unless my assistant adds it to my calendar 2 weeks in advance” Following this statement, Kirishima proceeded to stress his worries for y/n to Bakugo during their entire walk back to the apartment.

He was worked up on the fact that his current hero schedule physically did not align in a manner that would let him go visit her. In between career talks at a bunch of high schools orchestrated by the agency, patrol and a few away missions, Kirishima was tired. This was the first evening in over a week that he and Bakugo were able to properly talk. But the truth was, Bakugo had picked up Y/N’s absence a few days back. After posting a series of well curated memes with the main purpose of having her respond, she didn't so he just assumed that she did not want to talk to him. He was not comfortable asking Kirishima if she was okay. His worries increased now since she was not talking to Kirishima and she always spoke to Kirishima.

In a way, he found himself being envious of her and Kirishima, they were so close. So many memories, so many inside jokes between them and Bakugo wanted that. He wanted that with her. He would give it all just to even be that close of a friend to her but he knew to himself that he wanted more for her and to be more to her. But he could not because she had Alexei and Alexei made her happy. He had gotten to the point where just seeing her happy with him made him happy. He knew to himself that he would be happier with her.

The next morning it was his day off but Kirishima had another career talk in another district so he would be gone for a few days again. As Bakugo moved around the kitchen, he opened the fridge and saw the Magnum ice cream carton that you insisted on keeping in their apartment for when you, Kirishima and him had your movie nights. As he fiddled with the carton, he made up his mind. He was going to see you to figure out what the hell was going on. Not for him though obviously, he was entirely going for Kirishima. Kirishima wanted to know if she was okay, Kirishima would feel great if he knew she was okay, Kirishima would stop worrying whenever the phone rang once he knew she was okay.

He wondered when he started using Kirishima’s name interchangeably with his.

Y/N’s apartment was a solid 10 minute drive away from the apartment he shared with Kirishima. He had been over there only a few times after driving you home when Alexei’s shifts ran too late but he knew the route like the back of his hand. It was just easier to memorise than to keep asking her for directions every time. The bag in his hand containing breakfast got heavier and his palms were getting sweatier with each step. He knocked gently on the door and stood still but yet very awkwardly outside the apartment door. The 305 number sign stamped onto her door has never seemed so interesting. He raised his hand to knock again when he heard the quiet click of a lock and the door gently slid inwards.

“Bakugo?” Y/n’s voice sounded a lot quieter than usual. She did not meet his eyes but she shuffled to the side and he nodded.

“Hey, uh, I, we, well Kirishima hasn't heard from you for a bit so I figured I’d come see how you were doing.” Bakugo said as he walked into the apartment. “We heard that you haven't been to work either so he’s kinda worried I guess. I brought you breakfast, I accidentally made extra so I figured I'd bring it.” He had lied straight through his teeth, Bakugo cooked too meticulously to accidentally cook extra of her favourite breakfast dish that you had mentioned to him offhandedly while out to dinner with the class. But he had to lie, he was not Alexei. He could not show up to her apartment with the intentionally made breakfast.

As he processed his words, he took a long look around her apartment and was shocked. It was so not her. She made a point to constantly keep her windows in as she constantly said “sunlight burns out my sadness” whenever she was yanking open windows in his apartment. She made a point to keep her apartment neat and not dusty since she had severe dust allergies. But the current apartment was the exact opposite. All the curtains were shut, the windows were sealed twice, clothes were piled in the chair, her agency assigned duffel was dropped by the door and it was dusty.

It scared him

What happened to her? Did Alexei know? If he did, why didn't he tell Kirishima? How long had it been since she locked herself away?

His thoughts were broken by a series of quick and consecutive sneezes. He turned towards her and arched his eyebrow.

“Are you doing okay y/n?”

She laughed, “I don't think so.”

“Does Alexei know? He told Kirishima-”

“What do you mean he spoke to Kirishima?” her words cut him off and for the first time since he was there, she looked at him directly in his eyes.

His heart broke. This was not his, no Alexei’s, NO HIS, this was not his y/n. Her eyes looked dull, she had dark bags, her cheeks looked hollowed and she just looked tired. He sighed and rubbed at his eyes harshly.

“We’ll talk about that in a second, please just eat the food first.” His “for me” was silent at the end of the sentence. Bakugo held her shoulders and made her sit on the bar stool in the kitchen. He pushed the bag of food towards her and began yanking open curtains and windows when he heard the bag rustle. On a whim, he decided to open her fridge to get her something to drink and it was empty. A few almost empty cartons of fruit juice, a slab of cheese and an egg. He turned towards her and cocked his eyebrow in her direction. Her cheeks flushed and she bent her head, “I haven't been able to go grocery shopping for a while.”

“I’m taking you today and I don't care what you have to say.”

He was now standing in front of her, the counter the only thing separating them. Bakugo dropped his chin onto his palms and looked at her.

“Okay, now tell me what's going on and we’re going to decide how we’re going to fix it.” his usage of the automatic “we” shocked himself but he was not lying. He was going to get to the bottom of everything and he was going to help you as much as he could.

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