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pure chaotic bokuto

mic’d up

characters: bokuto koutaro

summary: what he says while mic’d up during a game

eris’ notes: start of a series maybe. if this turns out good send me more suggestions of boys to do this with

warnings: potty mouth bo

*bouncing up and down* ahhh i’m so excited i get mic again this is so fun look the camera’s right on me hold on lets pose

miya-san says the camera makes you gain ten pounds i wonder if my ass looks fat

do i look thick mr. camera man??

yeah he’s totally checking me out i bet my ass looks so good right now

oh god i can feel mr. sponsor’s eyes on me he’s waiting on me to mess up isn’t he. don’t worry i won’t cuss this time i promised i wouldn’t. i got this, no biggie

WHAT THE FUCK THAT WASN’T OU—

shit shit sorry okay i’m cool i’m cool

noooo toss to meee, shoyo-kun got the last four in a rowwwww

this is no fun i hate this i wanna go home

BALL? BALL BALL???

NOOO OF FUCKING COURSE HE GAVE IT TO CHIBI-CHAN I HAD A PERFECT APPROACH TOO

*whining* stop cheering for sakusa he had one hit i’m the ace here

WHAT THE FUCK MIYA-SAN TOSS TO ME I’M GETTIN JITTERY

*to meian in a huddle* do you think my arms are getting bigger? i feel so buff today. i’m totally stretching my jersey out

jesUS FUCKING CHRIST WAS THAT A VOICE IN MY HEAD WHAT THE FU—

oh it’s you mr. sponsor sir, hi how you doing? enjoying the game?

*mumbling* shit that scared the hell outta me i forgot i had an earpiece in

i’m sucking so bad today maybe i should just lay down on the court and die

dude *running over to atsumu midplay* your ass is looking so smackable right now

*laughing as he walks away* i’m so gonna smack his ass

SHIT SHIT WRONG ASS SORRY SAKUSA I DIDN’T MEAN IT

whew can we just beat these guys and go home already. i’m getting hungry

*hands on his hips* i’m gonna stare at their ace to assert dominance

DID THAT FUCKER JUST SMIRK AT ME YOU SON OF A BITCH IM GONNA—

what do you MEAN I WAS IN THE NET??

why is meian looking at me like that what did i do wrong captain stop iiiitttt

OH ITS MY TURN TO SERVE FUCK OKAY IM COMING HOLD ON

bro bro *running up to hinata* do you think you could jump on my shoulders and hit one over that would be sick as hell

the fuck you mean it’s illegal? SHOW ME THE DAMN RULEBOOK THEN

uuughhh i take it back miya stop tossing to me i’m getting tired. my thick thighs can only push out so much power

*panting* i’m doing so good today i’ve hardly even cussed at all, hell yeah

what the fuck is the ref pointing at me for i’m not even swearing? fuck you meanie ref i like the other one better

*laying down on the court* just leave me to die i’m ready to go

*jumping on atsumu* SAKUSA SAID IF I GET MY NEXT HIT IN HE’LL BUY ME ICE CREAM TOSS TO ME IM READY IM READY ITS GONNA BE KILLER

*hits it out* FUCK THIS, I HATE THIS IM SO FUCKI— *ref’s whistle blows* WHAT? I’M NOT EVEN FUCKING DOING—

*from the bench* this is bullshit i didn’t even say anything bad

can i go back in now? pretty please? i’ll behave! keep my lips sealed! you won’t even know i’m out there coach

*as soon as he steps back on court* HEY HEY HEYYYYYYY FUC— I MEAN BROS!

i was saying bros i swear *turns to ref* please don’t yellow card me i can’t have another one this season

ok behave behave i’ll be a good boy

NO IM NOT A DOG SAKUSA SHUT UP

dogs are cute though. OH we should so get a dog for our team house that would be so fucking awesome

*signaling his coach to call a time out* okay guys this is important what kind of dog should we get for the team

FINE THEN! i think it’s a great idea

oh oh oh this is gonna be good i can feel it hell yeah let’s go jump one two three

*nails a cross shot* YEEEAHHH THATS MY SHIT RIGHT THEREEEE

i bet that looked so badass on camera i’m gonna go back and watch that later

ooo what if we get a corgi. i like corgis, they’re cute

AHHH THE VOICE— oh hey mr. sponsor sir. what? yeah i know the game is almost finished. hey, do i get to be mic’d up again after this too??

i hope i get interviewed today that shit is so fun

*to an opponent on the other team* SAKUSA IS NOT OUR ACE FUCK YOU ILL SHOW YOU ACE BITCH

*hits the next spike directly in his face* HA HA HA HOW’S THAT FEEL FOR ACE, HUH? HUH??? THATS WHAT I THOUGHT

no no no i can see the yellow card sticking out of the ref’s pocket aha don’t flag me sir you’re so sexy

what do you mean i can’t call the refs sexy

speaking of sexy, meian you are looking real fine, a whole ass meal good lord

I AM FOCUSING DAMNIT, THANK YOU VERY— *gets hit in the chest by a ball and the wind knocked out of him*

*lays dramatically back down on the floor* go on without me, win this for our corgi

*match ends* oh thank god i was about to fucking die out there holy hell that shit was tough

im so fuuuuucking hungry can we go eat now? can we? i’m gonna die of starvation or something damn

*running from the manager* NO NO NO STOP TRYING TO TAKE MY MIC AWAY I’VE BEEN A GOOD BOY LET ME KEEP IT LET ME KEE—

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Suna is cute

HII i love your "they think your pregnant" 😫 both part were so good i cant help myself from reading over and over again!!! I was also wondering if you could do the same thing but with atsumu samu and suna?? If its not a bother 🥸 THANK UU

THEY THINK YOU'RE PREGNANT | 3

characters: atsumu + oikawa + suna + (gn!reader)

warnings: none just a mention of cheating in atsumu's as a joke

notes: i got ur second ask saying u meant oikawa instead of osamu btw!

part one / part two / part three

atsumu woke up suddenly, an unexplainable voice in his head telling him to wake up and make sure the feeling in his gut was true.

you were sleeping beside him, a peaceful look on your face and he couldn't help but smile at the sight, bringing a hand up to caress your cheek, his smile widening when you leaned into his touch, even in your sleep.

he moved closer and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "baby." nothing. he tried again. "baby come on wake up." he pressed a few more kisses to your face and squeezed and poked at your sides until you grumbled in confusion and irritation, swatting his hand away in slow motion.

"what is it?" you mumbled, your words barely intelligible, your eyes still closed.

"i just have a quick question."

"what time is it?"

atsumu glanced at the clock on your nightstand and made a face when he realized it was three in the morning. "that's not important."

you sighed and nodded. "mmm."

he paused for a moment and slowly slid the covers off of you, tilting his head to look at your stomach. looks normal.

you huffed and made a noise of complaint, making him apologize quietly "sorry sorry–" and put the covers back in place.

you let out a few sounds that he assumed meant you wanted him to continue so you could go back to sleep so he went on. "i just had to ask babe...are you pregnant?"

you stayed still for so long, he assumed you'd fallen back asleep. just as he was about to tap you to wake you up again, you opened an eye, pure rage clear as day in the one eyeball, despite the lack of light in the room.

"did you really wake me up to ask me a question that dumb?"

he looked at you with wide eyes before scratching the back of his head and giving you a small smile in the hopes of winning you over. "no?"

you glared at him. "no. i am not pregnant. goodnight." you turned over and closed your eye once more.

atsumu let out a breath of relief and settled down against his pillows when you spoke up again.

"not with your child anyway."

"what??" he shot up so quick and you were glad that he couldn't see the small smile on your face in the dark.

serves him right for waking you up in the middle of the night.

oikawa was pacing in the bedroom, listing off things he needed to do, things he needed to buy––did you need a bigger house? should he take some time off?

he was stressed but he was honestly ready whenever you were to start a family. he couldn't wait to raise children with you, he thought about it often. he wanted girls, maybe two. and he wanted them to have your smile, your strength, his wit.

this all seemed so sudden but he was going to be on top of his game, he was going to be there for you in any way he could, he did not want you to feel burdened or––

"babe?"

he looked up at the sound of your voice, only now noticing that you were walking towards him, a curious and slightly concerned look on your face.

"what's wrong?"

"do you think we should move? we'll need another room right, it's not like she can stay with us in here––" he muttered the next part to himself, "well if it is a she, i hope it is–"

you paused, "...do you have a mistress i don't know about or something?"

his eyes widened incredulously, "what??"

"tooru, what are you talking about?"

he placed a hand on his chest in disbelief, "what am i talking about? what are you talking about?" he crossed his arms, "i most certainly do not have a secret lover."

you were more confused than ever. "...so is this a test or a joke––"

his shoulders drooped in exasperation before he stepped closer to you, his movements and the look in his eyes suddenly more hesitant than before. he placed a hand on your waist as the other slowly slid up to your stomach. "no––it's about the...baby? our baby?"

you shook your head slowly, taking a few seconds to find words. "i–but i'm not pregnant, bub." you placed a hand on his cheek and his expression dropped, disappointment filling his features.

"oh..."

"babe," your voice was soft. "you look upset..."

he smiled and leaned into your palm, his hand absentmindedly rubbing your stomach slowly. "i know i just...i was ready to start a family with you to be honest. i was stressing, sure, but i just wanted everything to be perfect."

from the earnest look in his eye and the sheepish smile on his face you could tell he was being sincere and it warmed you up just thinking about it.

your thumb stroked his cheek. "when we do have a child, they'll be perfect because they'll have the perfect father."

he chuckled, "look who's talking." he leaned in and pressed his forehead against yours. "i love you."

"i love you too."

suna had his suspicions and didn't wait long to bring them up.

all day you could feel his gaze lingering on you for longer than usual. and this time, it seemed inquisitive, so you couldn't help but feel a bit confused and quite frankly, on edge.

his eyes were trained on you as you watched tv, your legs in his lap on the couch. you blinked a few times before clearing your throat awkwardly and turning to face him sheepishly.

"are you okay?"

he narrowed his eyes, "yeah. are you?"

your brows furrowed and you tilted your head, "yeah? why wouldn't i be?"

he stared at you for a few more seconds silently and just as you contemplated whether or not to simply ignore him or ask more questions, he spoke up again.

"are you..." he hesitated on the next word, "pregnant?"

you blinked at him and he blinked back.

"no??"

he paused for a moment, then nodded. "okay...never mind then." he finally turned to face the tv for the first time since he sat down, like nothing happened, and you were left there, more confused than ever.

he squeezed your thigh and you blinked back into focus. "hey can you pass me the popcorn?"

you passed the bowl to him absentmindedly. "...so we're really not going to talk about the whole pregnant thing?"

he glanced over at you, his mouth full of popcorn. "nah."

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A masterpiece 😌

metamorphosis  —  sm au masterlist.

║ pairing: tattoo artist!suna x f!reader.  ║ genre: angst, fluff.  ║ trope: S2L. mutual pining. tattoo au.  ║ warnings: profanity & some suggestive terms. small mentions of drug & alcohol usage. overbearing & slightly toxic family relationships. ║ synopsis: to change means to modify, to make, or to become different. either an essential difference amounting to a loss of original identity or a substitution of one thing for another, in order to grow, and transform into something or into someone bigger, better, and happier, we need change. no matter how scary and how unsure we are of the consequences that lay ahead of us as we go through these changes, change is inevitable. we just have to want it, embrace it, and be ready to accept it…

› note: originally posted on my old blog ( kithsuna )  › disclaimer: pics used in this au are not mine.

⤑  main masterlist. ⤑  schedule.

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ngl that kinda hurt but i love it sooo much

I have come back to test your skill in writing yanderes. Consider it an exercise if you may. The yanderes with a darling who just one day becomes broken. Their eyes lost their sparkle, and their lips are pressed into a thin line, and they won't talk. They basically are a doll the yanderes can just move around to their liking. But I'd like you to sprinkle in angst with the yanderes begging for their darling s/o to come back and hear their voice again. Have a great day/night! (please choose any characters you are comfortable writing for)

-🌹💕

This got depressing real quick lmao but I hope you like it<3 I chose Childe, Venti, and Kazuha!! I think this is my first fic for Kazuha and it's off to a wonderful start ^w^ I did kinda read this wrong, I didn't realize that you wanted the reader to not speak. I was able to change Childe's around a little, but I kept Venti's. I thought it was good like that ^w^

Warning: Yandere! Mentions of abuse, violence, and controlling behavior!

✧Bitter Silence✧

» Childe

“Baby, please look at me,” Childe utters in the softest voice he can. To anyone else, it would sound oh-so loving, but you hated it. Your lifeless eyes moved up and met his and he felt his heart break into pieces. “Wh-why won’t you smile? Y-you used to do it all the time.” Tears lined his eyes, his voice cracked, and the desperation was painfully evident in his voice.

You offered no answer, just an empty gaze. This is what you’d become. You used to be so full of life, you would run around, laughing, and there was this ethereal glow to you. Where did it go? Why did it leave? The worst part: you wouldn’t talk. One day you’d just stopped talking and it stayed like that.

“P-please talk… baby, just one word,” his voice came through the disgusting silence, so hopeless and weak. No matter how much he begged or asked, you wouldn’t talk. Why not? What did you want from him? Money? A house? Anything- he would give you anything if you, just “TALK ALREADY!”

Nothing. Silence. Ugly silence. You’d been so quiet for so long, Childe had forgotten what your voice sounded like.

Childe hated it. He loathed what you’d become. No matter what he did though, you just wouldn’t come back. He screamed, cried, broke things, demanded you do as he said. And you would. If he ordered it, you obeyed, unless it was for you to speak. No matter what Childe did, it was never the same. You weren’t the same and he despised it.

» Venti

“(y/n), look! I bought you your favorite meal!” Venti chirped, smiling wide as he stopped in front of you.

“Thank you, Venti. That’s so sweet of you.” You said, in your robotic voice. There was nothing on your face, almost as if you were a walking corpse. Venti’s smile didn’t fade as he leaned in, which you didn’t back away from.

“Oh come on! You can be a little more cheerful than that, right? Gimme a kiss and say “Venti, you’re the best”! Just like that!” You leaned in and pressed your lips to his in a brief kiss.

“Venti, you’re the best.” No. Venti’s smile faded and he stood up straight.

“Again.”

“Venti, you’re the best.”

“... again.”

“Venti, you’re the best.”

“WITH EMOTION GODDAMMIT!” Venti glared at you, tears already sliding down his cheeks. “I WANT YOU TO SMILE! LIKE YOU ALWAYS DID! SMILE!! SMILE RIGHT NOW!!” You stared at him, not doing anything. Venti fell to his knees in front of you, using his hands as support as he sobbed. You watched his tears drip onto the floor- but nothing stirred in you. Of course, it wouldn’t. Venti took everything you had.

» Kazuha

“You look as beautiful as the sun,” Kazuha started, his finger brushing against your cheek. You barely reacted, your eyes locked onto the scene ahead. “Is… there anything you want?” You stayed silent, not moving. “Love…”

There was a slight whine in his voice as he tried to get your attention. He got on his knees beside you, no longer looking ahead at the water. A while back, you’d woken up one day and just stopped talking. No matter what Kazuha did, you didn’t answer him. That’s when it kind of dawned on him. You were just a hollow shell of your former self.

Your eyes were dull and emotionless, you didn’t speak, you no longer cared about taking care of yourself beyond the bare minimum. When Kazuha screamed at you, slammed the doors, threw dishes around the house, you just stared at him as if you weren’t even there. When he would roughly grab your arm, shove you, or punch the walls beside you, you didn’t flinch. There was nothing left of you… and he knew it was his fault.

“Baby… will you pl-please talk?” He asked, taking your face and turning it towards him. Your empty gaze met his and it sent a wave of remorse through him. “Just say anything. One word… I have to hear your voice, you don’t understand, love. I-I NEED to hear your voice.” His desperation increased, almost as if he’d lose his life if you didn’t talk. “I-it’s been so long, I b-barely remember what you sounded like. Please t-talk. Please say something! I’ll do anything! I’ll do anything you want just… just speak…”

His voice trailed away as he realized all his efforts were in vain. Slow sobs escaped his mouth as he hunched over. His hands slipped away from you, landing on the ground below. His quiet sobs got louder, but you didn’t move an inch. Why would you? Though Kazuha seemed real innocent right now, he’s the one who did this to you.

Why should you have any mercy?

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Oiii sounds interesting,,, GREAT!!

𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬

jay park x fem!reader smau.

synopsis; due to some mistakes made by the dorm supervisor, y/n is forced to live with the boy that has tormented her since she was in elementary school. hopefully it’s not as bad as she thinks it’s going to be.

featuring members of; enhypen, tomorrow by together, aespa.

genres; fluff, angst, crack.

warnings; mentions of bullying, language, probably more as the story progresses.

disclaimer; these are not actual representations of idols. plz remember that!

started: august 4, 2021

completed:

profiles; y/n and the crackheads | jay and the menaces

one; oh fuck no.

two; time to drop out.

three; moving day. 《partially written》

four; up close.

five; mind ya business.

six; …

seven; …

more parts coming soon!

© 2021 copyright. all rights reserved. 0x1lovebot.

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It’s beautiful,,,, please?!?

You have to come to terms that you chose the worst guy to simp for from this anime. Sakusa is an asshole, the only thing about him is that he’s pretty.

Accept it.

Sakusa isn’t an easy person to love.

He’s difficult, stubborn, his walls are sky high, he’s picky down to every last detail, and he never admits he’s wrong.

No, he’s not easy to love, but he’s worth the effort.

His heart burns with passion that’s raw, that’s so pure and runs so deep, the dig to the core never ends. He loves so endlessly, with unfiltered promises of something that lasts beyond forever.

He pays attention to every last detail, reads in between the finest of prints, his mind is always filled with you, from the bottom to the top, up to the very brim. His eyes miss nothing, and his intuition has honed itself to map you out in every way.

His smile is so pretty, so bright, that it brings the sun to its knees, with two dimples that were made for your fingers to poke. It’s beautiful not because it makes him that much more handsome, but because it’s capable of healing your soul, of erasing your pain.

His laugh is a breath of fresh air, he is boyish and he is charming under this moment of vulnerability, under the split second he bares his heart to you, letting you feel his joy with him as his hand finds its way to yours, connecting the two in the way your souls already have.

Sakusa knows he’s capable of brewing storms in your eyes, he’s well aware he can hurt. He can hurt so badly, so brutally, the strings by which your heart is attached are frayed at the edges. But he, till the day he dies, promises to stitch every tear and every rip, even if it costs him the strings of his own heart.

And Sakusa, far from perfect, far from the man he knows you deserve, far from capable, far from likable, far from desirable, is so giving, he offers you the world, the one he’s carried on his back even when the weight makes his knees buckle.

Because you, you are his one love, the one thing he has to himself, the one thing that he knows will remain his even if he is stripped of all that makes him who he is. Down to the very last fiber of his being, Sakusa Kiyoomi is yours.

His heart and mind and soul, his goals and dreams and aspirations, his past and present and future, they are all yours. They are carefully pressed to the palm of your hand, seeking shelter, searching for a place to call home so that he can take a moment and breathe.

He trusts you. He knows he’s not easy to love, but he trusts you so wholly, so blindly, it hurts. He trusts you to love him, to reach past the thorns so you can admire the petals.

Sakusa Kiyoomi’s love language is difficult to decipher, but he is fluent in you, and the words are clear, defined, immeasurable.

Sakusa is an enigma, the only thing about him that’s promised is his love for you.

Accept it <3

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HAIKYUU BOYS WHEN THEY’RE INSECURE ABOUT THEIR LOOKS

request: “hey tee! i was wondering if i could make a request? maybe the boys feeling a bit insecure about how they look or in a picture you posted? just wanna call them beautiful when they’re down 🥺 thank you for considering! pick any characters you like!”

genre: hurt/comfort — fluff

characters: miya atsumu, suna rintaro, sakusa kiyoomi

a/n: bye jail >:( my poor babies don’t deserve to be sad they’re beautiful boys i luv them

✯ 𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔 has his days where he’s tired of having his face plastered everywhere, tired of comments popping in here and there, eating away at his thoughts. He hates feeling this way, hates that he can’t bring himself to go out and take you around like you deserve, especially since he’s always so busy.

But he can’t help but cling to you, latching onto the warmth and security of your touch.

“Tsum,” you whisper, smoothing back strands of his hair as he lays on your chest, limp and unmoving. “Baby, we can’t spend the whole day in bed, come on, babe, let’s go do something,” you insist. “You’ll feel less tired if you move around a bit.” But he shakes his head, burying his face deeper into your chest.

“No,” he mumbles. Rubbing his back, you watch as his hands tighter their grip on your shirt, making you smooth a thumb over his knuckles. “Don’t wanna.”

“What’s wrong, Tsumie?” He’s quiet for a moment before looking up, eyes wet and lips trembling.

“Just don’t want people ta see me,” he whispers. Cradling just face in your palms, you gently kiss his forehead, wiping away at a few stray tears.

“Why not?” Atsumu shrugs, looking down glumly.

“Don’t know, just look kinda… I don’t know,” he trails off. You blink for a moment before understanding, pulling him closer to you as you rub his back slowly, humming a soft tune as he sniffles.

“Oh, Tsum, it’s okay. We all have those moments,” you whisper. “You’re so handsome, my handsome baby, okay?”

“Okay,” he mumbles. You shake your head, pulling face out to look at you in the eyes.

“No, Atsumu, I’m serious. You’re very handsome, I think you’re the prettiest boy on the planet,” you say firmly, making him stare at you with wide eyes. “You can feel down, we all do, but I will always think you’re perfect, okay?” He sniffles.

“Yeah?” You nod, kissing his forehead.

“Yeah, you’re beautiful, Tsum.” He smiles a little to himself, leaning into your touch as you stroke his hair, letting himself believe you’d see past his flaws.

✯ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 didn’t smile too often, he always thought it was a bit tight and made him look off. Most of his pictures with you were mirror selfie’s he took himself, covering half his face with his phone so he wouldn’t look unhappy in every photo when he didn’t smile.

But today, on a lunch date, you’d caught him off guard and taken a picture when he was laughing about something, posting it on your story without him realizing. You didn’t think much of it, but he’d been staring at it for some time now, picking his smile apart.

“Rin,” you call, walking up to him on the bed. “Get out of bed, lazy! We have chores around the apartment to do,” you smiled at him, ushering him to get up. He mumbles something, putting his phone down and sitting up, not meeting your eyes. Your smile drops. “Rin, babe, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he mumbles. Sitting next to him, you press your side against his, hand moving to his chest as you rub circles into it gently. He says nothing.

“Rin,” you say softly, and he clenches his jaw and looks to the side. “Baby, I can tell it’s not nothing,” you insist, cupping his jaw and moving his face to turn towards you. Sighing, Suna unlocks his phone, looking at the photo on your story unhappily.

“Why’d you have to post one where I’m smiling?” he questions. It clicks in your head what he means, and you look at him sadly, unsure how he could find his smile anything other than adorable. You cup his cheeks, sitting yourself on his lap as you press your forehead to his.

“Rin, your smiles the best part,” you whisper. “You look so happy, you know.” He doesn’t meet your eyes, but he leans into your touch when you kiss his nose.

“It’s just kinda crooked,” he mumbles.

“I think it’s beautiful,” you promise, making him blush and look away to the side again, trying to hide the way your words affect him.

“That’s weird,” he huffs. Giggling, you kiss his jaw, hugging him close as he buries his face into your neck.

“No it’s not. You’re very beautiful, you know. You look incredibly happy there. And when you smile.” With a kiss to his forehead, you trace his cheekbone with your thumb. “And it’s my favorite sight ever.” And he lets out a shaky breath, smiling because even if he doesn’t see it, he believes you do.

✯ 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀 hates his moles, hates that they’re in a place so obvious, no one can miss them. He doesn’t understand why you always run over them with your thumb, why you press gentle kisses to them every chance you get.

He’s quietly sitting on the couch in thought, watching you giggle at the show on the television, having tuned it out a long time ago himself.

“Hey, y/n,” he starts quietly, making you glance up from his chest.

“Yeah, baby?” It’s silent, and Sakusa decides to scratch the idea of asking you what draws you to his moles, coming to the conclusion that it was a dumb question.

“Never mind,” he mumbles. His eyes widen when you pause the show, looking up at him in concern. Sitting up, you take his hands in yours, smiling at him reassuringly.

“Omi, you can tell me, you know. I won’t think anything,” you promise. And before he can stop himself, the words are blurted out without him realizing.

“I don’t understand what you see in my moles,” he says abruptly, making you tilt your head, eyebrows furrowed in shock.

“Your moles? What’s wrong with them, I think they’re adorable.” He stares at his lap, face scrunched up as he frowns.

“Why?” he mumbles. Sakusa’s not used to the gentleness you offer him, the comfort you bring when you so much as press your hand to his cheek.

“Because they’re beautiful, Omi. You’re beautiful, baby. I mean it,” you whisper, pecking his nose right after. He watches with wide eyes when your thumb swipes over his moles yet again, your lips pressing a feather light kiss to each one.

“Oh,” he mumbles, lips wobbly as he leans into you, hugging you as tight as he can, relishing the way only you can make him feel so cherished, so precious.

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Accidental confessions with the haikyu boys (Atsumu, Kuroo, Oikawa, Osamu, Suna, Tsukishima)

AN: I actually enjoyed writing these and the Kuroo one was 100% self indulgent but yes I hope you enjoy them too lmk what you think about them

read part two here

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prologue >>>link to series<<<

synopsis: on the day of graduation you decided to confess to younger twin Osamu Miya by making him what he makes best Onigiri, only to find out he threw it in the trash… 6 years later you own a bakery only to find out Osamu owns a onigiri shop next door

authors note: y’all I’m scared your going to hate this 😭 this has so many notes/likes I feel like I’m going to make you guys disappointed on what your about to read🤞🏻also this part is sort of long

Today was the day before graduation you were confident, tomorrow you were going to confess to Miya Osamu by making him a cliche letter and what he makes best, onigiri

You wanted to make him the best onigiri, you stayed up all night remaking trying to perfect each one, your hands were slightly stinging from the hot rice, you spent some of your allowance money on the ingredients, you were unsure on each one so you kept on remaking till you had a whole plate of onigiris, you accidentally burned your hand in the process of cooking the salmon, now your having second thoughts…. Should you really confess to him like this? Should you really confess at all? No you already went this far tomorrow you will

It was now morning, you dressed in your soon to be old high school uniform, you felt surprised that you were now graduating, you remember how you first met Osamu by accidentally switching lunchboxes with him in middle school, finding out that your dumplings were replaced by a onigiri, both of you accused each other but in the end it was Atsumu who accidentally switched them because both of your lunch boxes looked identical, you giggled at the memory because without Atsumu doing that you wouldn’t of been able to be friends with them and you wouldn’t of been able to have these immense feelings for Osamu Miya

The final walk to school already felt melancholic, The twins texted you that there mom would be driving them to school, well at least you don’t have to face Osamu for now

Younger twin Osamu had a crush on you but never said a thing, he was a love struck fool getting teased by his few seconds older brother, the day before graduation he decided to make macaroons for you, because both of you had the same minds why not make what both of you make best? Osamu kept on messing up making the French cookies, how do you make these look so easy? In the end he made a “perfect” batch of macaroons after 4 hours of being in the kitchen, he fell asleep anxious, having second thoughts if he should or not, but now it’s graduation and the time has come it’s now or never

You wrote a confession letter attached to the bento, it was really hard for you to catch him it was like he was avoiding you? Your plan is starting to fail you think to yourself…

It was now your lunch break , not able to catch Osamu or have enough time to talk to him, on Osamu’s side of the story he was for the first time nervous avoiding you which made you misunderstood him, you decided to put your confession on his desk because you still saw his school bag on his seat he probably was coming back so you decided to put the heartfelt bento on the old worn out school desk with the letter attached to it, you ran out of the classroom with a uneasy feeling

What you didn’t notice was when you were running out of his class, a girl noticed your strange behavior, she walked into the classroom only to see on her crushes desk “Osamu Miya” that there was a love letter and a bento on it, she knew and could tell Osamu had feelings for you and that once you confess to him she wouldn’t stand a chance against you, in the moment of her rage she tore your letter into pieces, then she opened the heartfelt bento box and saw the Onigiris you made, she threw it in the trash with the shredded love letter, she ruined your chance with your crush “Aima what are ya doing in here?” Osamu said confused at the girl standing near his school bag “ah- um I was just waiting for you Osamu” she said holding in her guilt “ah um ok- anyways did ya see y/n?” The gray haired boy said cheeks slowly turning red, “no I haven’t” she said lying “ok well let’s go eat” he said sighing, the girls plan worked

Now almost the end of lunch, you weren’t able to eat your lunch you made thinking you were going to throw up, you walked back to his classroom full of anticipation, you didn’t have a good feeling but you still went for it, walking to his desk you saw the bento and letter was gone so that meant he took it, is he reading it right now? More anxious now till you saw a gum wrapper “dammit the trash can is literally right there” you muttered picking up the wrapper to the trash can, before you threw it away you saw the colored stationary paper you have in the dirty garbage can… no it can’t be? Did he?-

You knew it was disgusting but why not? You took the shredded up letter and saw it- it was your confession letter covered in rice, the rice from the Onigiri you made, looking at the trash can it was just your heartfelt bento in the trash can… and your shredded love letter, your eyes were glossy, heartstrings not pulled but cut, you slowly inhaled a painful sniffle, eyes glossy “i understand” you said crying silently in the quiet classroom

You slowly walked out the classroom hiding your tears, what you heard was talk and it was Osamu’s voice, he was getting hugged by a girl, his best friend Aimi… he could of just told you he wasn’t interested in you…

y/n meet me after school in my classroom I want to talk

delivered

Finally school ended, you officially graduated, you were suppose to be so happy but why are you so sad now? Like your mother said “don’t be chasing over a boy chase for your dreams first so you can have a bright future” you should of listened to your moms strict advice but no you didn’t you thought he was going to be the one but that was just you having your head in the clouds it’s time to face reality “y/n you sure you don’t want to say goodbye to your friend Osamu first?” Your mom said concerned “no he’s not my friend” you said tired “so which college are you going to sweetie?” You thought you were going to go to the same college as Osamu but your plans have changed “I’ll go to the one in Saitama” you said making up your mind “that’s so far away! But it’s a good college” your mother muttered

Osamu’s pov:

He sent you the message, now after school and finished graduating he’s wondering why he’s waiting for you in this classroom, he didn’t care how long you took, but time started ticking and it’s already been 1 hour “Samu! Com on schools over” Atsumu said annoyed “jus wait shes comin” Osamu said starting to loose hope he’s pacing back and forth waiting for you but you never came… at this moment he checked his phone again and saw that you read his message… so you knew? He tried texting you something but it showed as “failed to send” his heart felt like it was stabbed, why did you block him? And why did you leave him on read? What did he do to you? “Alright let’s go home Atsumu” he said quietly “what no Ratsumu? Wait did somethin happen?” The older twin said confused seeing Osamu’s face looking like he was going to cry “com on let’s jus go” he said walking out

There you were in your moms car forgetting that you haven’t ate the whole day and now hungry taking out the extra onigiris you made, you worked so hard on them why not take a bite? Unwrapping the perfectly shaped Onigiri it was cold but still looks satisfying to eat, once you took the bite it was so salty… if Osamu ate this he would of judged you but luckily he didn’t… “ah it’s so salty do we have any water?” You said with tears in your eyes spitting out the Salty Onigiri

On the walk home Osamu still was lying to himself that you didn’t do it on purpose there must of been a reason… Atsumu concerned by brothers quietness “Samu can I have those macaroons?” He said trying to make his brother angry by taking the bag of cookies“no ya can’t” he said rolling his eyes snatching the heartfelt sweets back “why don’t ya taste it” Atsumu said “I dunno cuz it was meant for her” he said heart hurting, wait why not try it, it’s not like you were going to eat them? Osamu tried the pink colored macaroon once it went into his mouth it was for no reason so salty “I’m happy she didn’t get them these taste disgusting” Osamu said bitterly swallowing the cookie

Both of your hearts shattered that day, both of you tried picking up the broken pieces yourselves, your love for him was now bitter, and his love for you now painful, and worst of all the taste of the macaroons and the onigiri had a bitter after taste

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Kpop is NOT life.

And I mean in the serious sense, not when you’re joking around or saying it lightheartedly. Kpop should not consume your life to point that you stop living your own. It shouldn’t consume you to the point that you start thinking you have the RIGHT to make decisions for idols who are adults and capable of making their own. Yes it should make you happy and sometimes yeah, it can cause pain, but it shouldn’t be your ONLY happiness in life. You know why? BECAUSE THEY’RE PEOPLE TOO. Just like you, they have hopes, feelings, and dreams and for many of them that probably includes more than just the fans. It includes significant others and a family of their own. If you get to date, get married, and have kids, SO DO THEY. Don’t turn down dates because your idol is your “boyfriend”, he’s not. Idol-fan relationships, though special and meaningful, are NOT the only relationship to have in your life and if it is, you need to get out more. Kpop should make you happy but it shouldn’t be your ONLY source of happiness because I can GUARANTEE YOU, it’s not their only one.

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2019 V day

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