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inspiration apparently hits me best when i have long nails on which sucks because i can't exactly type with said long nails on...

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being pen pals with akaashi and slowly finding yourself crushing on him. you live somewhere abroad while he resides in japan. you met online on one of those pen pal websites. it starts off small—brief letters getting to know each other, witty postcards, a snapshot of his life. but akaashi is a writer just as much as he is an editor, and he's so . . . intelligent, so funny. and you might be reading into it, but he's flirty. he starts sending you packages once you're comfortable, and it's not extravagant, but it's thoughtful. he sends you photographs of flowers because you mentioned you were allergic. he finds niche stickers that match your hobbies, and he even sends you a book one time—something that's been on your to be read list for a while. and you think you're going crazy because how could you fall in love with a man whose face you didn't even know? until you get your next letter, and he says he's coming to visit your home country for a work trip. you think you might faint.

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LOVEBUG — bokuto kotaro x reader

you don't mean to be dramatic. it's the morning of valentine's day, and you're sure that the majority of your apartment complex is still asleep. but you could feel your skin crawling, goosebumps rising as a chill ran down your back. there was something strange in the air, a feeling of not being entirely alone—there was a bug loose in your living room.

because of course on the one day of the year dedicated to love you're stuck spending it with a creepy critter.

a piercing screech leaves you when you see the thing skitter across your floor with alarming speed. you jump onto your sofa, abandoning your coffee for safety. bugs couldn't climb . . . could they?

wrong. they very much could, and it was crawling straight at you.

you came tumbling out of your apartment with a yelp, not paying attention to the fact you were dressed only in your pajamas. you didn't even have shoes on, but surely your neighbors could turn a blind eye if they saw you.

"are you okay?"

he's gorgeous (and somewhat familiar). light hair with streaks of black, he's the vision of beauty, and . . . you're in hello kitty jammies barefoot in the hallway. he's staring at you unfazed by your choice in outfit, seeming more concerned than anything, while the man besides him is giving you a curious look.

"i'm—" and you paused because you weren't exactly fine. you were fighting a battle against an enemy that measured less than an inch, and you were losing. "actually you seem strong. can you help me?"

the man blinks before he breaks out into a smile. "what sort of man would i be if i didn't help out someone in need? i'm bokuto."

"hi bokuto, there's a bug loose in my apartment."

you watch him as he carefully enters your place. he takes off his shoes at the door, and you direct him to the living room as you trail behind him. his friend waits patiently outside as if this were normal occurrence between the two to be sidetracked like this. you wonder if it is.

bokuto spots the bug immediately, and he takes an empty plastic cup from the table near you—one of the disposable ones. he traps the thing with ease and slides a piece of paper under so he can move the makeshift cage.

"is it mean if i flush it down a toilet?"

you blink. "considering i sprayed it with half a bottle of bug spray earlier . . . no."

he laughs, and you feel yourself melt a little. he does indeed flush it down the toilet, and you pray it doesn't come back to bite you in the ass—literally.

bokuto heads to the door while you try to muster the courage to ask him for his number, but he pauses at your desk with a small smile. it's a mess of papers, but he points specifically to the paper hanging by your calendar.

"you a fan of volleyball?"

you glance at your adlers mini-poster. "i'm a fan of the adlers. kageyama tobio is an insanely talented setter."

he laughs again, but this time there's an air of knowing amusement. "and what about miya atsumu?"

"what about him? he's fine."

bokuto almost can't contain himself. "not a fan of the black jackals, then." he shrugs. "guess i can change your mind over dinner. are you doing anything tonight?"

you pretend to ponder for a moment despite knowing you have nothing planned for tonight. "i'm not."

"great, i'll pick you up around seven."

there's a knock at your door, and the two of you are reminded that bokuto wasn't here alone. his friend's voice filters through your door just as you go to open it for him.

"sorry to interrupt, but bokuto-san, you're going to be late for practice."

you stop. "practice?"

"oh, did i not mention? bokuto kotaro, outside hitter for the msby jackals."

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iwaizumi didn't forget about valentine's day. he had it circled and highlighted on his calendar. he just . . . lost track of time until suddenly it was nine at night. he's lucky he didn't get pulled over on his way home. "sorry. i'm sorry. i—" he stumbled through the door. he felt terrible, but he paused at the sight of you setting the table with a soft smile. "you're home just in time." he blinked, "i am? i thought i was late. i lost track of time. i swear i had tonight down in my phone though. i even set up reminders." he felt terrible, but you weren't mad. you weren't even upset. instead, you laugh a little. "hajime," you say, walking over to your boyfriend to give him a kiss on the cheek. "i'm dating the athletic trainer for the mens volleyball olympic team. not to mention you have the work ethic of a stubborn dog. did you think i'd be blindsided by your lateness?" he didn't have an answer for you as his cheeks turned pink and a swell of appreciation grew in his chest. all he could think about was how lucky he was to have you. so later that night when you'd finally fallen asleep, he looked at engagement rings online.

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happy valentine's day friends! ♡

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BAKED WITH LOVE — tendou satori x reader

some would call it a cliche. tendou calls it fate. after all, what were the odds a paris chocolatier would fall for a baker?

"i'm in love," tendou said with a dreamy sigh.

"you're dramatic," his coworker replied.

but he could only shake his head. you worked in the shop across from his, which meant that every so often he caught glimpses of you. it also meant his coworkers never heard the end of it about you, but that's beside the point.

"if you're so in love, why don't you ever go over there? strike a conversation?"

it's a question that came up every shift, but tendou was a lot . . . shyer than people thought. what if you rejected him? or worse—what if you said yes?

he doesn't realize he's staring until you send him a small wave, laughing when he turns a shade of red matching his hair.

he tries to busy himself, too embarrassed to look your way anymore until the end of day was nearing.

tendou doesn't know if it was the effect valentine's day had on him or all the love and affection he'd witnessed today or perhaps his coworkers' words ringing loudly in his ear. but he glanced across the street once more. he watched you welcome a customer in and greet another goodbye. you had an apron tied around your front; it was decorated in red hearts, and suddenly his mind was racing with ideas.

he only hoped he could catch you before you left.

he'd never worked so fast. whipping up a batch of chocolates for customers to buy because it was something he was paid to do was one thing. but it was another thing to be pouring his effort into creating chocolate for someone he cares about.

"finally worked up the courage to head to the bakery?"

"something like that," he responds, taking a deep breath and heading to where you work. he's through the door before he realizes he has no idea what he plans to tell you.

"i work across the street. i'm a chocolatier," he says sheepishly when you stare at him brightly, welcoming him in. "my name is—"

"satori," you cut in with a smile. "right? your coworkers come here a lot during their lunch break . . . lots of whispers about something regarding you and me?"

he doesn't know how deeper he can flush—both from the fact that you know his name and that his coworkers yap about him. he's stumbles over his words to mask his feelings. "i-i made you—here," he pushes a box your way, "it's chocolate!"

he wants the earth to open up and swallow him whole in the moment you freeze, before you have the chance to say anything.

"i . . ."

"please reject me quickly!"

your eyes widen, and you place a quick hand over the chocolate box almost protectively much to his surpise. "who said anything about rejecting you?"

tendou looks blankly at you; it's almost amusing.

"i . . . i was going to say i made you something too."

you bring out a small cupcake from behind the counter—red velvet with cream cheese frosting, decorated with pink hearts. it had just finished cooling after coming out of the oven.

"i was going to ask you . . ." you feel small under his gaze.

"do you want to have dinner with me tonight?" tendou asks.

"yes."

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suna is so calm about everything that people tend to think he doesn't care. he's relaxed and aloof and all these adjectives that typically describe people who aren't interested in much, so it comes to their great surprise when they see the way he is with you. they watch as his usual calculative eyes grow soft as they gaze upon you. they watch the way the corners of his lips tilt upwards when you start to speak. they watch his normally neutral expression shift into affection and adoration as his cheeks dust with pink when he wishes you a happy valentine's day. because even though suna is quiet in the way he loves, it doesn't mean he doesn't love at all.

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valentine's day with kageyama is sweet but hectic. he goes all out because it's a special day and he finally has a special person. i'm talking flowers, chocolates, gifts, dinner at a fancy restaurant, and of course dessert all timed down to the t. he's been planning for over a month, scouring websites for ideas, and visiting store after store to find the right things for you. and honestly the adlers boys are a little tired of hearing about it, but they've also never seen him so passionate about anything that wasn't volleyball until you. so they chime in with comments here and there to help him out. and it's obvious he's nervous. you caught on pretty early, so you try to reassure him he doesn't have to do anything over the top. you love him, and he loves you. it's just another day in the span of a year, but he just shakes his head because, "why wouldn't i do all this and more for you?"

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​​katescorner three day valentines special!

💭 for three days, leading up to and including valentine's day, i'll be posting a drabble (under 250 words) at 10am est, a short imagine (under 750 words) at 3pm est or both. below is the schedule. this masterlist will be updated as the days pass. happy valentine's day and take care!

DAY 1 / 250212 🍎🌱

kageyama — drabble link

DAY 2 / 250213 💭🐈‍⬛

suna — drabble link

tendou — baked with love link

DAY 3 / 250214 🙇🏻‍♂️🐰

iwaizumi — drabble link

bokuto — lovebug link

happy reading and happy valentine's day! ♥️

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more on fake dating osamu - drabble linked here

getting into a fake relationship with miya osamu, wing spiker and resident hearthrob, was not on your agenda for today. so it was extremely unexpected when he grabbed your hand and pulled you into a broom closet with him when you were on your way back to class from the bathroom. it was dark and a little humid, and the only sounds you could hear were from his heavy breathing and the small surprised gasp you gave.

when you were about to speak up, he put a finger to his lips, quieting your words before they could escape just as a herd of footsteps passed in the hallway. he sighed in relief, and though you couldn't see much, you watched his shoulders sag as the tension melted off of him.

"is this a bad time to tell you i'm a fan?" you don't mean it, but watching his face morph into shock is enough to elicit a soft laugh from you. "i'm kidding."

"that's not funny," he says despite the smile he breaks into. "i was . . ." he pauses, like he doesn't exactly what to say, so you help him out.

"running from mumus?"

a look between embarrassment and curiosity crossed his face. "is that what they call themselves?"

"mumus, katsus, taroteas, roses, shinderellas," you list out. "i could go on. honestly, they're pretty creative."

osamu cocks his head. "are these—fan names?" when you nodded, he seemed amused. "and you just happen to know all of them?"

"are you asking me if i like one of your teammates?"

"as long as it's not my piss-head brother."

you laugh at that and it comes out louder than you mean it to, a stark reminder that you two are still very much in a dark broom closet together not so far apart.

"so . . . are we going to stay in here forever?" you ask, eyes wandering as you feel yourself flush. "because i'm all for rendezvous in tight spaces, but i'm also really missing fresh air right now."

osamu tries not to be obvious about his disappointment in the conversation ending so soon. "yeah, me too."

you leave first, and the rush of air that enters the closet feels almost dizzying to osamu. you're dazzling under the light, and he doesn't want to let you go just yet because what if after all of this you two go back to not knowing each other. so he thinks—quickly, as if he were in the middle of a match right now—and the idea hits him all at once.

"do you want to go on a date with me?"

the question catches you off-guard and you're well aware of the weight of his words.

"what?"

osamu tumbles out of the closet, trying not to trip on his feet as he walks to you. "i hate that i have fans. the attention, it freaks me out. so i was wondering if you wanted to go on a date with me . . . to get them off my back—the mumus i mean."

and you, blinking, decide what's the worst that could happen? "okay."

tagged @miruac @feyrfly

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thank you for all the support on my works. i feel like there's been such an influx of comments and i just want to say i read through every note! also welcome to my new followers ♥️

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TANAKA BOYFRIEND TEXTS . . . (inspired by pinterest!)

my first go at anything smau! please be kind 🙂‍↕️

these are so fun but how do people find the inspiration to write these i'm struggling 💔

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attending the grammys with rockstar!semi. you're his plus one. he's nominated for two categories, but the grammys are for sure rigged, so he's not expecting much. still, the two of you are set on making the most out of your time at the award show. it takes exactly twelve minutes for your faces and names to be plastered across every social media site. there's pictures of the papz catching you two making out in the backseat of the car as you arrive to the red carpet. then there are clips of different interviews circling the web, all of semi shamelessly flirting with you despite already being together as if he were trying to win you over again. and finally, after his comepletely unexpected win, he manages to mention your name seventeen times in the short two minutes of his acceptance speech.

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osamu who has a gaggle of fangirls just like all the boys on the inarizaki volleyball team, but he doesn't exactly know how to deal with them like the others do. atsumu feels at ease in the spotlight, so he entertains his crowd by flirting; it's just who he is. meanwhile, suna accepts their chocolates and occasionally tosses a glance their way during practice sets. sure, osamu doesn't mind the attention, but it also feels awkward and honestly a bit uncomfortable to have eyes on him all the time. so he does what anyone in his position would do.

he gets into a fake relationship.

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suna "we're just friends" rintaro who's actually in a secret relationship with you, but feels the need to keep it a secret until it gets more serious because he's scared. except the miya twins have caught on, and they have a running bet going for who's going to spill first. atsumu thinks suna would rather keel over than admit to them he's dating someone, but osamu is smugly convinced that his friend's resolve is weaker than yours. so they decide to put it to the test.

it starts off . . . weird. osamu is putting moves on you, and you have no idea what to make of it. he's asking to walk you home and tells you that you should come to watch them practice. he even shoves atsumu out of their usual seat in the cafeteria to invite you to sit next to him. he seems really interested in you, and you don't want to be mean, but you also can't lead him on.

you're too focused on osamu's strange behavior to notice that he only acts this way when suna is around. so you don't see the way your boyfriend clenches and unclenches his fists when he overhears osamu wanting to walk you home after school. you don't hear the huff he lets out or how he slams his locker door a little harder when osamu invites you to watch them play with a well practiced smile. and you certainly don't realize the sheet white paleness that grows on his face when osamu shoves atsumu off the bench to make space for you.

suna doesn't blame you. his friends are idiots and getting on his last nerve. but everything comes to a screeching halt when osamu puts his arm around your shoulder, and suna absolutely loses it.

"we're dating!" it's the closest he gets to yelling without actually, but it's loud.

"damn it!" atsumu shouts, but suna doesn't hear. he practically has tunnel vision, zeroed in on where osamu connects to you.

"we're dating," he repeats through gritted teeth. "so get your grimy slimy spiker little hands—" he stalks over to osamu with surprising speed to knock his hand off of you, "off of my—"

"rintaro," you scold softly, and the twins try not to react when their usually unbothered and finicky middle blocker . . . listens?

"he—you're my—i'm—" he erupts in an aggravated groan and quickly decides to pull you to his side, away from osamu.

suna starts mumbling things under his breath they can't hear. his words are clearly reserved only for you, but the twins watch quietly anyway as you smooth away the worry lines growing on his face from his furrowed eyebrows and press a soft kiss to his cheek that has leaves them dusted in the slightest pink. he's whipped, and suddenly the only thing the miyas could think of was—how the hell did they not notice sooner?

yes i'm a soft lovesick sunarin truther. that man is a simp and i take no arguments

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thinking about the shiratorizawa volleyball team and how when they grow older, they realize what coach washijo did during practices wasn't normal.

"if this were a practice match, i'd get a slap across the face."

give me goshiki who burns out by the time he reaches his third year. he's exhausted; the feeling has settled into his bones, and volleyball doesn't strike the same sort of spark in him anymore.

give me shirabu who only grows harder on himself until people have to physically restrain him from reacting to his mistakes. it takes years of unlearning to undo the harshness he's learned.

give me ushijima who bears the weight of the entire team because if he does well enough, the others should be spared. no one understands why he's so motivated when he's already one of the best, but it's something he shoulders quietly.

give me tendou who sings and makes unfunny jokes because it's the only way he knows how to break the tension. he doesn't pursue a career after high school because all his memories of a sport he used to love are tainted by his time at shiratorizawa.

give me semi who's somewhat relieved when his position of regular setter is given away but the guilt of having shirabu taking his place eats at him. so he learns to be a pinch setter and drowns himself in music during practice to quell the conflict he feels.

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EX-BOYFRIEND HINATA SHOYO WHO FINDS HIS WAY BACK INTO YOUR LIFE BY CHANCE . . .

hinata x reader who drinks (hurt comfort)

it was late, and the alcohol was finally hitting you. your face was warm despite standing outside the restaurant in the wintry cold. you could see your breath in the air making shapes.

there was something about buzzing alcohol under the dark night sky that weighed down heavily on you. maybe it was the feeling of outliving youth or knowing that regret plagued you, but the world felt smaller tonight.

your eyes traced the stars brightly. and a burst of laughter sounded when the restaurant door opened behind you, reminding you of your friends still inside enjoying themselves. you supposed you should get back to them, so with one final deep breath of cold that almost stung, you turned around towards the door.

only you stopped short before you could take one step.

hinata shoyo looked the same as he did three years ago when you started dating him and two years ago when you broke his heart.

you quickly turned to walk back inside, ready to leave before conversation when his voice—so quiet you almost missed it—stopped you short.

"was i that easy to forget?"

pain bloomed in your chest as the alcohol dizzied your head. his glassy eyes were almost enough to sober you while you held yourself together by a thread.

"do you think i've forgotten you?" the ache in your chest betrayed you, spilling into your words with a crack. "i don't think i could forget you even if i tried, sho—hinata."

"but you—" he took a sharp breath in, biting his lip as if he were trying to stop himself from crying. "you broke up with me and left the same day. what am i supposed to make of that?"

you broke up with the orange-haired boy, the person who'd felt like your missing puzzle piece from the moment you met him, because you didn't ever want him to choose between volleyball and you. and maybe you were selfish for it, taking precautions before they were needed, but you couldn't bear seeing him hold himself back anymore because of you.

and here it was coming back to kick you in the ass. life was looking down at you laughing.

"i should go," you said, walking towards the door. everything had become too overwhelming all at once. "it was nice seeing you."

his fingers found yours as if hadn't been a day apart. he stopped you in your tracks, and your body almost turned to him out of a habit you hadn't broken.

"i missed you."

like shards of glass had finally reached your heart, you held back tears. you couldn't take much more much longer. "you can't—we can't do this, hinata."

"i miss you."

when you finally turned to him (or rather, he pulled you to him), his eyes were wet and his eyebrows were drawn together with desperation. and he was still looking at you like you hung the moon.

"please," he whispered.

"hina—" you tried, but he shook his head. "shoyo," you tried again. "we can't go down this road again."

"just because something is difficult doesn't mean it's impossible." his hand holds tighter onto yours as if the reality of you leaving him again had come crashing down on him all at once. "is it—is it my career? is that what it'll take for you—"

"no, i never wanted you to choose between volleyball and me."

"what do you think you're doing now?"

his words hang in the air as he near you, searching for your familiar warmth in the cold.

"i'm still in love with you."

and that's all it takes for your resolve to crumble, and you're finding purchase in his touch. his arms circle you, that warm fuzzy feeling spreading as he holds you close to him. you're exactly where you belong—with him again.