#Why am I obsessed with this? I don't know

[kajibunny]

.⋆｡🍓࿔˚what their kisses taste like...⊹ ࣪˖🍰˚⊹♡ w/ wind breaker boys

✿ featuring: ren kaji, haruka sakura, hajime umemiya, hayato suo, jo togame, mitsuki kiryu ✿ contains: fluffy fluff fluff, looots of kissing, descriptions of the way they taste ✿ a/n: i honestly think they would all taste really good (•ᴗ<˶)✧₊ ⊹ that's it, that's the post i guess! happy reading, cuties! ♥︎ ✿ wc: 1.5k

ʚɞ kaji - 

kaji asked you to hold his lollipop for him, entrusting you with his half-eaten candy in your hands while he went to buy a drink from the vending machine.

you pop the sweet sucker into your mouth, an unconscious habit. ever since you two got together you've always shared everything with kaji, so sharing his lollipop should be no exception, right? 

"that's mine." his eyes are now fixated on your mouth, where his lollipop stick hangs out of, and he can't help but think about how it's just been in his mouth about ten seconds ago, and he wondered if you could taste him on it too. 

"i'll buy you some more tomorrow." you told him, with no intention of giving back his lollipop at all.

"it's okay. i don't mind sharing with you." kaji takes out the lollipop from your mouth and gives you a taste of his own lips instead, pressing it against yours fervently. 

oh, so that's what he meant by sharing. 

notes of peach faintly made its way onto your lips, and transferring over to his as well. "this is mine, too." he declares, once again staking his claim on your mouth, which tasted just as sweet as the lollipop he just had, maybe even sweeter. 

kissing you left such a nice taste, fueling kaji's desire for more, so much so that it made him contemplate about the thought of replacing his lollipops with your lips instead.

ʚɞ sakura - 

sakura is still so, so blushy around you, even though you two have spent multiple nights together, his face still flushes scarlet whenever you did your nightly self-care routine, your shoulder touching his while he was brushing his teeth over the sink. he finished up and rinsed off, while you waited for him with a huge, proud smile on your face.

"good job, baby!" you peck his lips, obsessed with the way he adorably heats up every time you praise him, this time it was for not forgetting to brush before bedtime.

"wh-what are you doing!?" he jumps up after he felt your lips on his, which tasted of spearmint from the toothpaste he had just used. 

"giving you your goodnight kiss!" you replied, with a matter-of-factly tone.

the next night, sakura brushed his teeth again in your shared bathroom while you hovered over the sink, your cleanser in hand. after rinsing his mouth, he just stood there expectantly, as if waiting for you to do something. 

he stared at you with a blush sprawled across his face. "y-you're forgetting something!" he blurted out. you shot him a puzzled look. "am i?" 

sakura's eyes darted down to your lips, giving you a hint of just what he needed from you. "oh, your goodnight kiss? if you liked it so much, you should have said so!" you giggled, smooching sakura's lips like there's no tomorrow. 

ʚɞ suo - 

to say that suo is playful would be an understatement. underneath that sweet, smiling face, lies beneath a naughty guy who has an obsession with the way you taste.

"you have a little teacake at the corner of your mouth." suo, feigning concern, points to the space beside your lips.

"where?" you ask as you try to search for it with your fingertips, to no avail. your eyes brought itself back to suo's scarlet ones, now inches away from your face. 

his lips captures yours in an unexpected kiss, and suo's tongue darts out to lick off the little crumb of teacake at the corner of your mouth. "there, all gone!" he hums happily, a grin on his face, drinking his tea as if his mouth was not latched on to yours just two seconds ago.

now you know why you barely ever get to see suo eat, it's because he'll only eat if it tastes like you. 

ʚɞ umemiya -

you were supposed to wake umemiya up from his nap on the hammock five minutes ago, but how could you? 

his eyes were fluttered shut, hair down and relaxed, umemiya's chest heaving softly, looking like he was so at peace. you hoped he had been dreaming about you, which he probably was, judging from the way a content smile made its way across his lips. 

you just couldn't help yourself as you angled down and gave him a quick little kiss. you giggled to yourself as you caught the aroma of fresh herbs from kissing him, he was probably picking and sampling them and decided to take a little nap afterwards.

umemiya's eyes slowly opened to the sight of you, him immediately wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into the hammock with him. "i didn't even feel that, can you give me one more? pleeeease?" he pleaded, nuzzling his head on your shoulder. 

you complied, giving him another kiss, and he went to deepen it by pulling you even closer. "can you wake me up like this all the time?" umemiya could definitely see himself quickly becoming addicted to your kisses. 

you sighed and giggled, tightly embracing him. how could you ever say no to this man?

ʚɞ togame -

togame was definitely tall, no doubt about it. of course it has its perks and advantages too, like he can reach things for you really easily, he gave the greatest piggyback rides, he was your human furnace during cold nights, and the likes. 

but one thing his height got in the way of was kissing. particularly whenever you wanted to kiss him.

you tugged on togame's robe in a futile attempt to pull him down closer to you. a "hmm?" escaping togame's lips, as a little smile made its way across. he continued drinking his ramune while his eyes made its way to your form. 

"you're too tall, jo." you sighed. even on your tiptoes, you failed to bring his face down to your level so you could kiss him. 

"that so?" he let out a slight chuckle. togame eventually lends you a little help as he leans down until his face was directly in front of yours.

"you could've kissed me if you tried just a little harder, angel." he caresses your cheek, lightly teasing you, his lips capturing yours in a long, slow and passionate kiss. 

"i wanted to kiss you properly." a pout present on your lips. togame loved your cute little pout, it made him want to kiss you more and more. 

"don't worry, we can do it again and again until you are satisfied." 

jo togame was insatiable for you, loving the way you taste, always hungry for more. 

ʚɞ kiryu - 

you have been crushing on kiryu for quite a while now, him being 'totally your type', as you talked about him on and on to your friends, them eagerly listening to you gushing about kiryu's pretty pink hair, soft gentle eyes, beautiful piercings, cat-like smile and not to mention his silly hotdog phone case. 

your friends told you to just go for it, be bold and just ask him if he was dating someone already so that you could cease daydreaming about him occupying your thoughts all day and night, preventing you from getting a proper good night's sleep. 

"kiryu, is there a girl you like?" you nervously ask him.

"there is, actually." he replies. "would you like to see her? i can show you." 

oh. so he had someone he liked already.

the way he smiled as he gave you a direct answer made you want to bury yourself in the ground and never come out.

"y-yeah, sure! i want to see. is she pretty?" you tried to hide the discouraged tone in your voice, thinking about how kiryu's thoughts are probably filled to the brim with his crush, like what you had with him. 

"she is! super pretty! this is her." he picks up his phone and flashes the screen in front of you. half of you did not want to see the object of kiryu's desires, but you were curious and the urge to peek won over you. 

on his phone was a picture of none other than you.

it was a zoomed in photo of you, smiling and laughing while you talked with your friends, and it seemed to be taken after you had just waved "hi" to kiryu. it took a while for you to comprehend that what he meant was that the girl he liked all this time was actually you. 

"she likes you too, kiryu." your cheeks were tinged as pink as his hair, and as pink as kiryu's kissable lips. 

speaking of kiryu's kissable lips, they were making their way onto yours now, brushing against yours, as you felt the cold metal of his labret piercing touch the bottom of your lip. his lips were so soft and warm in contrast to his piercing.

"i've wanted to do that for a long time now." the corners of his mouth turning upwards in a sweet smile. little did kiryu know, you wanted his strawberry chapstick flavored kisses just as much, and maybe even longer.

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When He's your Rival (w/ Tsukishima, Oikawa, Kuroo, and Atsumu) x Fem! reader

enemies to lovers but someone mistakes rivalry with feelings LMAO

Warning(s): cursing! some unwanted touches by an asshole in Oikawa's part, crying- Y/N's a little crybaby sometimes LOL

Tsukishima Kei

"Take a look and cry, four-eyes."

"Go back to fifth grade, I'm begging."

Smirking at his snarky comment, Tsukishima finds the energy to lazily lift his head off the desk, staring blankly at the red 97 inked on the corner of your paper, complete with a messily scrawled circle and a smiley face.

You always were a teacher's pet.

"Nice." The blonde yawns, going to put his head back down. "I scored a 99 though. Guess having four eyes really helps."

He can't stop the satisfied twitch tickling his lips as he buries his head a little further into his crossed arms, the sound of your groan of annoyance music to his ears as you crumple your test paper in your fist.

"This isn't over, Tsukki. I studied all night for this!"

"Don't call me that." He lifts his head to scowl at you as you haughtily spin on your heel, determination in your steps and a gloomy cloud over your head over the loss as he calls after you. "Not my fault you're obsessed with me."

You do a 360, pouting all the while as Tsukishima eyes you evenly, amusement twinkling momentarily in his eyes as he watches you grow flustered.

"I am not! Don't get it twisted, Tsukki- the only thing I'm obsessed with beating your sorry ass!" You crumple up your test paper further, fuming as you leave it on his desk in a childish manner.

"Why is my ass sorry when you're the one who lost?"

Yamaguchi watches on with a sigh, Tsukishima watching you storm off with a little bit more than amusement in his eyes before turning to his childhood friend.

"You feed into this way too much, Tsukki. Y/N is nothing but sweet, why do you bring out the worst in her?"

The tall blonde hums, his hand supporting his right cheek. "It's because she's just so fun to talk to."

Yamaguchi shivers at the cynical tone his childhood friend had taken on, wondering why this childish rivalry between the two of you had been stretched for as long as it was.

"We've known each other since we were kids, Tsukki. Y/N's parents used to joke about you guys marrying each other because you hated each other so bad."

"I don't hate her." Tsukishima's reply is immediate, moving to shift his headphones back onto his ears. "The brat knows I'd take care of her if it came down to it, so quit you're worrying, Yamaguchi."

Yamaguchi's expression shifts to one of surprise, but Tsukishima's already distracted, eyeing your crumpled up test before dropping into his bag.

Nothing wrong with taking a trophy, right?

A couple weeks later, you're holding your breath as your eyes scan the top 100 scores in the school during late-study hours, the halls nearly barren, willing your name to be above a certain blonde hair middle blocker before visibly wilting.

"Ah, look." You groan, the utterly amused voice you're not wishing to hear at this moment sounding in your ears as Tsukishima smirks down at you, finger prodding at the box marked Tsukishima Kei before pretending like he's looking for your name.

Not one, but two names down from his.

"Looks like someone didn't study-"

Tsukishima cuts himself off at the sight of your eyes filling up with frustrated tears, not expecting the sight before him to make his chest heavy.

You were always so dramatic.

"Tsukki, you win this time." You sniffle, wiping your eyes haughtily as he looks at the eye bags under your eyes, growing annoyed all of a sudden- even more iriate when he can't figure out why.

He knows this, but why is this effecting him so much?

"Oi." His voice is quiet with an agitated edge, putting a hand on your shoulder to lean you up against the wall. "Why are you so obsessed with this? You're so stupid- crying over something as meaningless as beating me."

Your cheeks puff up at his blatant remarks, his chest tingling before you take a deep breath before knocking your forehead against his, taking the blonde boy by surprise as he glares down at you, rubbing his nose.

"What the hell-"

"I just want to be your equal, you always treat me like I'm such childish brat." You tell him, mixed feelings in your throat as Tsukishima takes on a look of bewilderment. "Ever since we were kids-"

"So you just want my attention, is that it?" Tsukishima's smirking now, the pain in his nose unnoticeable as your expression stiffens, a hint of realization in your eyes as the blonde's throat suddenly grows tight.

"What-"

"Little Y/N, do you have feelings for me?"

"You're not that much older-!"

"Don't avoid the question, brat." Tsukishima's even closer now, hand touching the wall by your waist as your eyes dart all over the hallway. "Is this what all this rivalry is about? Why you care so much about proving-"

"And what if I do?" Your voice quivers for a second, Tsukishima's lips shutting tight at your words before frustrated tears grow in your eyes again. As if realizing what you said, your eyes grow wide with embarrassment- shoving him away before taking off down the hall.

The tall blonde stands there for a second, soaking in the last few minutes before touching the back of his neck, the tips of his ears reddening before sighing deeply.

He rolls his eyes before smirking a little, your confused expression flashing in his mind once more as he wonders what will become of your one-sided rivalry.

Fuck a trophy. He wants to see you make that face again.

Oikawa Tooru

"Tooru, you wanna fight me so bad."

"Just because I want to doesn't mean I will, Y/N-chan. You'll probably lose."

Iwaizumi barks out a laugh as your glare evenly matches Oikawa Tooru's, lightning flashing between the two of you as the brunette crosses his arms with a frown. He almost thinks it's fate- the two of you ending up in the same class seated next to each other with Oikawa by the window.

"The fact that you said probably instead of definitely means we both know Y/N would win in a fight."

"Stay out of this, Iwa-chan!" Oikawa doesn't break eye contact with you, growing more irriated at the sweet smile that overtakes your lips.

"Tooru, I'll start telling people your hair isn't natural in color~" You start doodling on your notes nonchalantly, amused at the popular boy's growth in irritation.

"You wouldn't dare." Oikawa pales at the obvious lie, knowing your effect- how your words would send ripples through the school by the end of the day.

That's right, ever since you transferred schools and gained popularity as the most sought-out girl at Aoba Joshai and had made a passing comment (you didn't really think about it) about how you had no idea who Oikawa Tooru was and didn't really care- the school's popular setter has had it out for you.

Iwaizumi had a huge kick out of it though, satisfied seeing his friend being put in place by the one girl he couldn't really have. You grin cheekily, batting your eyelashes innocently as Oikawa meets it with a pouty stare.

"Why do you care so much of what I think of you?"

"I don't."

"Then piss off." You close your eyes with sugar-laced words, causing Iwaizumi to turn around with a shaking back.

"Iwa-chan, stop laughing!" Oikawa whines, turning his attention back to you with a haughty remark to discover you had stood up and skipped off towards the exit of the classroom.

"She's got me. I'm her fan- I see the hype."

"Iwa-chan, you're supposed to be on my side!"

"Y/N didn't know who you were- big whoop." Matsukawa yawns, leaning back in his seat from in front of Iwaizumi. "Not everyone cares about volleyball."

"And she was new." Hanamaki adds, shrugging his shoulders at the look of betrayal his brunette-friend had sent him. "I'm just saying- maybe your anger is misplaced?"

"Oikawa has a crush~"

"Mattsun- I almost threw up, please." Oikawa sighs, spinning around in his seat with a newfound exhaustion. He looks out the window, eyebrow twitching when he sees you bowed deep in apology to some poor student who was obviously amidst confession. His defined chin touches his palm in thought as anger swirls in his stomach.

How he despises you so.

You were so annoyingly pretty. It was ticking him off, how you spoke so nicely to his three provoking friends yet would barely muster up a smile at him unless it was sarcastic. Oikawa observed as you messily brushed your hair back with your hands to focus on your work, growing even more annoyed when he discovered how much you cared about school.

It was all because he didn't like you, that's why he paid so much attention.

..right?

He's sipping from a can of orange juice, having ducked away from his fanclub to turn a corner of the school no one really frequents when he sees you again later that week.

"Y/N- you always act like you're too good for anybody."

The tall brunette stops at the corner, peering around it while remaining out of sight.

"Maybe I just don't like guys who pressure girls into dating them." You don't miss a beat- but Oikawa hears it, the tinge at the edge of your voice.

Fear.

Some nobody who Oikawa doesn't even know the name of clicks his tongue, grabbing your wrist roughly as you stare down at his strong clasp on you.

"Let me go, you fucking loser." You're pissed off now, smiling your signature grin- the one with no real sweetness behind it. You were afraid to have followed this dangerous guy to an empty part of the school- thinking one of your fellow students would never do this sort of thing.

You were so wrong. His grip tightens as you try to fling his hand off in frustration.

"Pretty Y/N-chan. I'll ruin that face of yours and beat that attitude-"

"Someone isn't taking rejection very well."

You blink in wild surprise as your back touches Oikawa's chest abruptly, his strong grip on the student's wrist as he yanks him off. You don't see him, but you don't have to turn around to know that Oikawa was pissed.

"Get your pretty boy toy out of here, slut." You wince at the insult slightly when the guy doesn't even look at Oikawa, still glaring down at you before Oikawa tugs you gently behind him, towering over the absolute nobody who dared to put a hand on you.

"You shitty coward." You look up at Oikawa's broad back and shoulders, anxiety draining out of your system as Oikawa keeps a firm grip on your hand. He squeezes your hand once, and you get the message.

You're okay.

"Getting physical with girls now, are we? Someone doesn't want to have a future." Oikawa mocks, tilting his head to the side menancingly with a smug grin on his face. "You know what pisses me off the most? When people don't acknowledge my existence."

You've never seen this side of him before.

Suddenly, Oikawa side steps, both arms reaching out to keep you behind him as his grin widens. You cover your mouth at the sight of the student having failed to land a punch on the setter's jaw.

"You attacked me, right?" Oikawa hands you his bag, jaw clenching before easily grabbing the guy's collar, the height difference making him pathetically dangle slightly off the floor. You gasp when his eyes take on a darker edge, delivering a hook of his own to the side of his face, not seeming to hold much back as Oikawa momentarily wonders just what was fueling all this anger.

"What's going on here?! Oikawa Tooru, let him go!"

When he drops him to the floor on command, you're looking at him differently.

Maybe you should've cared a bit more about just who Oikawa Tooru was.

You're still staring when he ignores the teacher, your wrist in his hand as he inspects it, asking you something- but you don't hear him, feeling an unknown swirl in your stomach.

And why the hell he was making you feel something you've never felt before.

Kuroo Tetsurou

"Kuroo, get over it."

"Don't roll your pretty eyes at me, kitten."

You huff, not even bothering to look up at the raven-haired captain as you check another tally on your clipboard. Another successful receive for Lev.

"How do you do it?"

"Kuroo, we've been over this-"

"Blah blah blah."

The interruption ticks you off, prompting you to finally look up from your work as Kuroo Tetsurou smirks down at you easily.

"It's not my fault they like me so much."

"They can't like you more than me! I'm the captain!"

"Someone's insecure."

It's Kuroo's turn to grow irritated at your remark, and you smirk successfully as Kenma sighs at the sight of you two from across the court. Yamamoto sweat drops, bouncing a volleyball off the wall as you and Kuroo begin bickering. You were annoyed as the taller captain grinned easily down at you.

"Why does Kuroo-san hate Y/N so much?"

"No idea. She makes me cookies when I listen well during practice!" Lev adds brightly. "If anything, Kuroo's the villain."

"Nah." Kenma doesn't look up from his game, thankful you're keeping his childhood friend occupied so he can't make him practice. "Kuroo doesn't hate her."

The surrounding members still, eyeing the short boy weirdly as the volume of you two bickering rises in the background.

"He definitely bothers her because it's fun." Kenma flicks his joystick, suddenly immersed in the level as it grows more interesting. "I wouldn't be surprised if he likes her."

Kenma's just speaking his mind at this point, but his fellow teammates don't believe him as Kuroo flicks your forehead, breaking off in a run as you chase him out of the gym in irritation.

"Yeah. Sure."

--

"Okay everyone," you begin, fiddling with your papers as the volleyball team sit in a circle with their knees tucked into their chest, hanging on to your every word as you try not to smile at how well-behaved they were. "Nekomata-sensei is out today, and he left instructions-"

"We'll be practicing in 3-on-3's."

You hold back a groan as Kuroo cuts you off, standing up easily as the tension between the two of you rises. He cocks his head to the side like what? with a growing smirk on his handsome features, causing your irritation to grow further. To annoy you on the sidelines of practice was one thing, but to disrupt you in front of the team is another.

"Anyways, like I was saying-"

"Shouldn't the captain know what's best for his team?"

Oh you hated being cut off.

You meet him with an even stare, trying not to let your temper get the best out of you.

"Kuroo-"

"Call me Tetsurou, Y/N-chan."

Kenma sighs when the lead of your mechanical pencil breaks against the clipboard, knowing Kuroo was pushing limits he hadn't before.

"Alright, Tetsurou." Your voice is venomous, shoving the clipboard with their coach's instructions into Kuroo's hands with an aggression you were having trouble controlling. You were so mad you began to see your vision get blurry, suddenly exhausted from the captain's antics and why he wouldn't leave you alone.

"You lead practice then." Kuroo's easy smirk grows into a worried stare at the sight, watching you storm off before he can get another word out.

"Boo, you made our manager cry."

"This is why you'll die alone."

"Y/N for president!"

But Kuroo isn't listening to the obvious slander from his teammates, putting the clipboard down before jogging off after you, Kenma rolling his eyes to unzip his gym bag for his switch.

"He flirts like a little school boy."

The raven-haired third year catches you in the halls, frustrated with yourself as your back touches the shoe lockers behind you. You didn't mean to overreact. It was something about him that made you so-

"I'm sorry, Y/N."

"Don't apologize." You grumble, looking straight on ahead before glancing upwards. Kuroo awkwardly takes a seat next to you, the sound of after-school activities filling the air in your silence.

"Do you hate me or something?"

Kuroo blinks once, guilt filling his chest at the ideas in your head before hanging his head with a heavy sigh. It seems he took his antics a bit too far.

"Y/N, you're just fun to tease." He drops the nickname, and you smile a bit knowing he's serious. "I don't mean to make you upset. The team loves you, and I..."

He trails off, causing you to cock an eyebrow. Kuroo looks away quickly, clearing his throat before looking back at you-

to see you genuinely smiling at him, his chest suddenly tight.

"That's a relief. You're too much sometimes, but I can't say I don't enjoy our conversations. I didn't mean to over-react-" You cut yourself off, suddenly worried as you raise a hand to his forehead. "Wow, you're suddenly flushed. Are you sick, Tetsurou?"

He grows a shade darker when your sweet voice calls his first name, seeming to short-circuit in front of you as question marks seem to appear by your face.

Meanwhile, the team shushes each other as they peer around the corner of the hallway, Yamamoto and Lev's mouth agape as a certain gamer merely shrugs.

"Told you so."

"Nobody likes a know-it-all, Kenma."

Atsumu Miya

"'Samu, tell me I'm better than her."

"I'm not lyin' to ya', twin or not."

Almost immediately, the blonde setter glares at his own flesh and blood, Osamu offering a slight smirk in response at his brother's irritation. Atsumu sinks lower in his seat, pouting as Suna rolls his eyes to the right of him.

"Can't believe I'm spending my precious free time to watch more volleyball."

Atsumu isn't listening to his friend, silently focused at the way you controlled the court, triumphant grin on your face as you score the winning point to take the first set. In fact, you had scored over half the points, the other team's blockers barely standing a chance. He had to come see it. All the buzz around school can't have been for nothing.

Y/N L/N. Volleyball prodigy that seemed to have come out of thin air.

Osamu whistles lowly. "Y/N's kinda like you."

"Don't insult me, 'Samu." But Atsumu knows he doesn't mean it. Suna glances at his friend once, sipping his drink casually as Atsumu gets a glint in his eye, fire seeming to erupt in the back around him.

"Oho, Atsumu's got a rival." Suna isn't too interested, merely observing his surroundings as Osamu coughs back a chuckle.

"Shuddup." Atsumu mumbles, eyes meeting yours as you look up at the stands to see just who was burning holes into your head. He shakes his head with a smirk on his lips when you cockily blow a kiss in his direction.

"Y/N...that's Atsumu Miya, you do know he goes to our school, right?"

"Oh...shit." You back down, suddenly embarrassed as you look away, Atsumu's eyes spinning with amusement and eagerness to one-up you, the cheers of the stadium mocking in his ears.

So low in behold, you try not to let the surprise etch onto your features when Atsumu is pointing a finger at you, having escaped the boy's gym to crash your practice when after-school activities come around.

"You." You blink, utterly confused as your teammates squeal in excitement at his presence. "Yer' practicin' with me, got that?"

Your jaw slackens at the audacity, wondering if he wanted to practice or if he wanted to prove something. Atsumu knew he had the right idea about you when you take a step forward, tilting your head in challenge.

"Think you can keep up?"

--

"Oi, stop harassing Y/N at the girl's gym and practice with your team." Aran puts emphasis on his words as Osamu snickers from behind him, watching his twin get scolded as Kita sighs.

"She is very good at what she does." The captain nods. "But that doesn't mean our paths have to cross with the girls'- in fact, they never should."

"Then let her play here." Atsumu doesn't care if he doesn't make any sense. "Y/N runs circles around her team anyways- hell, she's pullin' the whole team on her back."

The Inarizaki team resist the urge to roll their eyes at their setter's blatant slander. Osamu is amused, tying up the net as he attempts to tame his twin.

"She runs circles 'round you, that's for sure."

Suna stifles a laugh as Atsumu feels it again. Competition. He loved the feeling of it- the feeling that things were finally getting interesting.

He's walking towards the girl's gym again to drag you out to play with his team so he can play against you, when something he hears makes him pause in his step.

"I just don't understand what Atsumu-kun sees in her!" It's a high pitched whine, one that causes his eyes to darken.

"Right? It's not like Y/N is pretty or anything like that."

"She's good at volleyball- so what? It's not like she'd be anywhere without her team."

A tap on his shoulder is what breaks him out of his eavesdropping, turning slowly to see you standing there with a sad smile, grip tightening on the bag filled with drinks- you had went to get drinks for the entire team, while they boldly slandered you behind your back.

Your voice is hushed, but tinged with a bit of hurt as you shrug.

"It's just the way of the game."

"Like hell it is." Atsumu growls, swinging open the door as you gape at the action. Before you can react, Atsumu's laugh is resounding through the gym as you peek out from behind his back.

"Oh my god, aren't you three bench warmers? Yer' the ones talkin' shit?" He can't hold back his laughter as you audibly sigh from behind him.

"A-Atsumu-"

"Oi." The blonde isn't laughing anymore, eyes on the edge of menacing as he cracks his neck, eyes darkening. "Squeal all you want, just hope and pray I'm not there to listen to it."

"Y/N-senpai, we're so sorry!" You blanch at the three girls who were now bowing profusely in front of you before assuring them it's fine, tugging on Atsumu's arm with an eyeroll.

"We need to talk."

"You know, you are pretty." Atsumu grumbles as you tug him along. "I don't know why they-"

"I can fight my own battles, 'Tsumu." You huff at the boy in front of you, considering him both your rival and your friend. "It's just misplaced jealousy- don't make it worse between my teammates and I. I would've said something- come on, do you know me?"

Atsumu stands there for a second, soaking in your words as a slow realization comes onto him. This whole time, he's been treating you like a rival, a thing, something to propel him further and sharpen his skills-

not realizing he had slowly grown to care about you a little more than a rival maybe should. He had moved without thinking, the thoughtless words not meant for his ears pissing him off way more than it would've any other person.

But this was you. You always walked along your bicycle when he insisted on walking you home, making him listen to your music as you trained before eventually making playlists for him when he told you how much he liked it. You trained with him for as long as he wanted, even going to the public gym together when you trained with your respective teams.

Atsumu is still staring at you, seeming to process something as you laugh a little at his expression as the sun begins to set behind your figure.

"I'm not mad at you. Come on, I'll bring you back."

"Quit treatin' me like a stray." Atsumu mumbles, but he's unfocused, burning holes into the back of your head as you tug him along, smiling back at him.

"You have a bad habit of staring at me, you know?"

Oh shit.

"Well, you did call me pretty and all." You tease, winking once as you wave at his team in the distance, waiting by the practice gym to continue the practice as his prolonged absence ended up affecting the entire team.

Atsumu ducks his head as his twin smirks at the sight, Atsumu's face on fire as his eyes lock on to where you're hand is touching his arm.

He's so fucked.

[the-final-sif]

This is going to be a bit of an odd tumblr post, that's kind of drama related and also kind of not. Apologies for putting this in the tags too, but given that I'm hoping to inoculate people against misinformation, I do have to stick it here.

To make a long story short, there's a person on tumblr that was recently removed from the Dreblr Discord that Vault and I run. I am intentionally not naming them as I do not want to incite any kind of harassment towards them. If you recognize them from this post, please don't name them or spread their name around. Leave it be.

This person was removed from our discord after having been given warnings about their behavior that they ignored, and after I discovered they'd been behaving in an increasingly toxic manner towards other people in private.

They had a number of people that were formally friends with them in the server, who'd become increasingly uncomfortable with their behavior over time. Their discomfort and attempts to communicate with this person that their behavior wasn't okay went ignored, and eventually, roughly around the same time, several of them grew tired of this person and dropped them as a friend.

Since this went down, the person in question has been obsessively trying to stalk several of the people that made the choice to no longer be friends with them, has been making posts on tumblr clearly vaguing them, and has been threatening to make callout posts about these people. They've been inventing things that didn't happen and trying obsessively to get proof of these things. Including block evading, recruiting people to spy on their behalf, trying to use alts and other people to get messages into our server, etc.

This specific threat is why I'm making this post. They have a habit of either twisting events to vilify other people, and have now begun outright inventing things that didn't happen. Their constant public airing of events and threats to make callout posts, and attempted stalking/ban evading, have made the former friends feel increasingly unsafe and worried.

The purpose of this post is not to debunk anything in specific, it's hopefully to pre-bunk the situation and let people know that there is currently a person that may be looking to stir up drama in the future. It may be directed at me, particularly after this post. It may be directed at the former friends who I will leave unnamed for now. It may also never come. I don't want this person named, I don't want any harassment directed towards them, I don't want people trying to figure out who they are.

What I would like people to do is just be aware that this an active possibility, and should you stumble on a callout post within any of the dreblr/dteamblr/dreamblr communities within the next while, maybe have some critical thinking skills when reading them and be very careful with what you chose to reblog or pass on. It's a good thing to do in general, but particularly when there's active threats around.

[queseraone]

Alright, time for a new question: what are your favorite Tim Bradford quotes/lines of dialogue?

So this is actually insanely difficult, so thanks for that.

I've left this simmering in my mind for the last few days, and I've come up with a super random assortment—lines that make me laugh, lines that make me swoon, lines that are just so iconic...

I'm sure I could list out dozens of these, but here are the ones that came to mind (in no particular order)—

"What's a BTS?" (2x11) I don't know why, but this one just lives rent-free in my head. It's a much-needed moment of levity in a potentially very heavy scene, there's just something so adorable about it, and it's just a great portrayal of Tim's grumpy old man persona.

"You deserve someone who's worth the effort." (5x08) Pretty sure the scream I let out over this still echoes in my head.

"You're going into labor?" / "You text me '911' on my day off to ask me if a dress makes you look fat?" / "What are you doing? Sit back down." (3x10) I don't think there's a single thing I don't love about Tim in his Man of Honor era. And the way he just bursts in there assuming Angela's in labor is perfect.

"Tim Bradford finishes what he starts." (2x13) I-fucking-conic.

"Uh -- Eh -- First of all... I-I just, like -- Thank you. Um...you're... Look, Lucy, I'm -- I'm flattered. I am. You're a great girl. Woman. Woman. And I... Um... Crap." (3x09) The poor man was having an existential crisis, and his entire mess of a response is fantastic.

"You don't let anyone ever tell you you can't do something. Not even me." (3x09) This line!?!?!? Ughhhhhhh aelakglaekglaek

"I'm who I am in spite of you." (4x09) I couldn't find a gif of this specific line, but this one always destroys me. I'm so proud of him and so happy he got to say his piece to his father.

"Call me crazy, but it just doesn't feel like pretend." (5x01) This was such a moment for him, being vulnerable enough with her to give voice to what he's feeling...

"You know what? No—I don't have anything." (4x22) He's so adorably flustered and I just love this.

"You could never disappoint me." (6x03) I mean... do I even need to explain this???? *faints*

"You can choose to see that tattoo as your greatest failure. But I see it as proof that you're a survivor. It wasn't your day of death, Officer Chen. It was the first day, of the rest of your life. And no one can take that away from you." (2x12) So powerful, a forever fave.

"No!" (5x01) I live for how fucking obvious he is in this scene.

"The last time I gave you romantic advice, I-I pushed you towards Caleb, and... you almost died." (2x17) I'm obsessed with this scene, so I can't make a list of favourite lines without including it. The raw vulnerability is just fantastic.

"I am responsible for a life that is in jeopardy, and I will do whatever I have to to save her." (2x11) It's so good ahhh

"If you get dispatched to a loud party, make sure they know you're not the stripper." (4x05) This will never not be funny.

"I am unwilling to let fear make me do something I'll be ashamed of in the light of day." (1x15) This was great the first time, but knowing what we know now??? Yes.

I'm sure I've missed so many great ones, and so I reserve the right to amend this list at any time haha.

This was fun though!

[witheredoffherwitch]

Okay, @infinitememory12345, get a grip girl. I've received more messages from you about Alysmond than I have from my own sister in last 6 months. You've followed and unfollowed me like a lovesick puppy. I know you ship Helaemond, so why are you lurking under my posts? Do you see me stalking your profile and judging your questionable taste in fiction? No! So please, for the love of all things sane, STOP THIS OBSESSION.

Quit acting like a weirdo under every post from an Alys fan. It's not a good look, trust me. And FYI, I don't give two hoots who Alys sleeps with in season 2. Your theories are just as crazy as mine, so let's just agree to disagree before you make me go apeshit on your delulu ass again. Cool? Cool.

FYI: I am aware that you were previously using the username fallinggoldleavesblog before deactivating and creating a new account. That's why I'm addressing you now. I strongly believe that this is a burner account created for the sole purpose of harassing and sending meaningless messages to shippers like us. Please stop this behavior!

[ctlmd]

Phum Peem Hanky Panky Proof!

and other thoughts...

Peem pecks Phum in response to his subtle declaration of love, and Phum asks for more. When Peem gives him only a little more, he shows that he clearly wants a lot more by straddling Peem.

Peem is still asking for food, so to make his hunger clear, Phum shimmies lower on Peem's lap, likely to align his firmness where Peem will get the message!

When Peem says, "Stop." Phum realigns to let Peem know he does not want to stop, and the way he looks at Peem is like 'do you get it now?" And Peem gets it! He welcomes his kiss when Phum pins him down.

As Phum takes his button down off, Peem pulls his arms forward likely to reach for Phum's neck when he returns. We know Peem loves to hold Phum's neck when they kiss.

We don't know what they did, but it was something! And it probably wasn't the first time judging by the way Phum confidently brought their dicks together while looking expectantly into Peem's eyes. He knew Peem would choose him over food. Was Peem's bedroom after the volunteer camp the first time?

What ever happened....they changed their pants before they went to eat the seafood feast!

This series has captured my attention, and I am obsessed to see how Peem and Phum end up. But it bothers me that Peem never apologized to Phum for the unguarded kick to the balls. And adding insult to injury by laughing at him and asking if his dick was "ruined." That was horrible.

What Phum did to Peem to start the situationship off was an accident!

Everything Peem did to Phum on the soccer field was intentional!

I get it that Peem has to trust Phum for their relationship to evolve, but I don't get why Phum trusts Peem around his balls after what he has already done! That was cruel and heartless. Phum has apologized for all of his wrongdoings and missteps. Now, it is Peem's turn!

[retirementhomewriting]

A Stolen Dance

Features: Fem!Reader, reader's wearing a dress/skirt, reader's parents are mentioned to be married, (L/n) used to refer to reader's last name

"What is the pearl of the (L/n) family doing out in her gardens all by herself?"

His voice in your ear was hardly unexpected. Smiling slightly, you turned your head to meet the gaze of Cavalry Captain Kaeya, happily known to you just by his first name.

"Could it be..." he went on, his voice taking on a mockingly scandalized tone, "that you're avoiding your own guests?"

Sighing quietly to yourself, you turned away from Kaeya, looking back up at the moon.

Tonight marked your parents' 25th wedding anniversary; in celebration, they chose to throw a lavish party. Crowds of guests filled your manor, some of Mondstadt's richest families in attendance.

"I needed some space," you said, eyes still trained on the night sky above.

"Space from all those adoring fans of yours, I imagine," Kaeya smirked at you, an all-too-knowing look in his eye.

Ugh. Why remind you?

Underneath the golden glow of the crystal chandeliers were some of Mondstadt's most intolerable people: people obsessed with riches, people obsessed with petty gossip, people obsessed with marrying the daughter of an extremely affluent couple...

In short, you were trying to avoid as many future marriage proposals as you could, hence why you were now taking refuge in your gardens.

"I think most people in my situation would opt to run away," you scoffed.

"Really? Some people would be thrilled to have so many potential suitors," Kaeya teased. "Who knows? Maybe you'd end up quite liking one of them if you gave them a chance."

Ignoring the slight prickle you felt in your heart at this last statement, you turned to question him.

"So, why are you out here?"

Kaeya's eye twinkled at your question.

"Maybe I'm running away from some of my own potential suitors. I am thought of by many to be a good choice for their granddaughters."

Liar. As if you didn't know the real reason he was out here. Kaeya had always been looking out for your wellbeing, ever since you were kids. You were confident he could always find you, no matter where you seemingly disappeared to.

Tonight was no different.

"Well," you said, smoothening out the skirt of your dress, "I thank you for accepting my family's invitation even though you knew you'd find some adoring fans of yours. Very selfless of you," you added, copying his sly tone.

"It's not such a terrible price to pay if it means being served some of Mondstadt's finest wines," Kaeya chuckled. "I was promised as much as I wanted."

Of course, Kaeya was quite enamored with a good drink. He was quite enamored with a good drink, and he was also quite enamored with... something else that could be found at this party. This... other factor was even more persuasive than a good glass of wine, believe it or not.

Not that Kaeya was about to admit this to anyone else. He could hardly admit it to himself.

"Surely you don't plan on staying out here the whole night?" Kaeya quipped, mainly just to distract himself from how beautiful you looked in the moonlight.

"Of course I don't," you sighed. You glanced inside, clamming back up when you noticed the throng of unfortunately eligible young bachelors and their parents. "But I won't be going back inside just yet."

"Even though the dancing's about to start?"Kaeya asked.

A rueful smile pulled at your lips.

"Even though the dancing's about to start."

"Why, what a shame," he responded. "And to think you used to be so fond of the art when we were younger."

"I still am fond of it," you muttered, "but it was easier to enjoy dancing when we were all simply having fun. We're older now, and it's not as pleasant facing your partner when you know they have ulterior motives."

In the stillness of the gardens, Kaeya took a moment to consider your visage. In the outline of your figure, he could read the wistfulness of your soul.

Kaeya's gaze lingered only a few seconds, for the stillness of the night was interrupted by the first notes of a waltz breaking through from the manor's ballroom.

"This is..." you looked up in surprise, the familiar melody calling to you.

"Your favorite, isn't it?" Kaeya finished for you.

"It is."

Kaeya noticed as you wilted slightly. Your favorite waltz was playing and yet you couldn't bring yourself to dance it. Not with anyone inside.

There was one other person not inside, however.

"My lady."

Illuminated by the silver glow of the moon, a hand was reached out to you, a hand you knew well, and a hand you wanted to know even better still.

"I believe a Knight can take the place of a nobleman this time," Kaeya murmured. "Would you deem me a suitable dance partner?"

Softly, you took his hand.

"I would."

Standing from where you had taken a seat, you were pulled to Kaeya's chest. Keeping one of your hands in his, naturally, Kaeya's other hand came to rest on your waist.

Without a single word spoken to each other, you began to dance.

One two three, one two three, one two three.

Around you went, spinning chest-to-chest with Kaeya in your garden. For as close as you spun to the rows of roses, your skirts never brushed the flowers' delicate petals.

One two three, one two three.

Each note of the violin seemed to pull on your heartstrings. Suddenly, you aware of nothing other than Kaeya. A memory drifted to your mind, one of the two of you when you were younger, laughing as you tried to keep up with the pace of a waltz. But that had been when you were children. Today, the arms that held you were the arms of a man. The man in front of you was still Kaeya, but the limbs had grown, the muscles had strengthened, and the heart had suffered even more from what he had previously endured.

And the love you had felt before? Your love for him had matured from the love of a child to the love of a woman. You loved him in ways you hadn't known to be possible.

You chanced a glance at him, and what you saw made your heart tremble. In Kaeya's eyes you saw the intensity of an emotion neither of you had dared discuss and that you were terrified to mischaracterize.

You didn't fully understand it, but Kaeya loved you as much as you loved him. In the most tender part of his heart that he tried to deny, Kaeya had a place carved out for you.

As you danced together, Kaeya was all too aware of the warmth of you in his arms, the softness of your hand in his, the sweet smell of your shampoo that threatened to intoxicate him faster than any drink.

You were the only woman he would have so happily danced with that night.

With one final flourish, the waltz was over. Your feet came to a stop, but neither of you could pull away from each other. You and Kaeya were like two living statues portrayed to have danced.

Finally, the notes of the next dance began. Slowly, slowly, you both untangled yourselves from the other's embrace and took a step back.

"I don't think I did too bad myself," Kaeya remarked. He had his usually teasing look on his face, but you noticed the breathy quality of his voice.

"You did just fine," you replied. You too had that same breathy quality in your voice. "Thank you for being my partner," you managed a weak grin. "Too bad we won't get to do this more often."

"I suppose we would paint quite the strange picture if we waltzed together at the tavern," Kaeya laughed.

You smiled lightly in response. Taking in a deep breath, your eyes wandered back to the inside of the manor.

"I should probably head back inside," you whispered.

"Finally ready to face the starstruck crowd?" Kaeya joked.

"Yes," you replied, finally finding the firmness in your voice.

"Really? Think you might even get engaged tonight?" He mused.

"I don't think so," you shook your head.

"And why not?" Kaeya grinned.

You looked away for a moment, a flash of hesitation on your face, and then you met his eyes directly.

"I'll only be happy with the one who makes the best dance partner."

You noticed as Kaeya took in a sharp breath of air, but you began walking off towards the manor.

"One of these days my family may just want to throw another party," you called out over your shoulder. "Accept our invitation and... please waltz with me again."

A wry chuckle spilled from Kaeya's lips as he watched you walk away.

Perhaps it would be for the best if he didn't come to any more of your family's parties.

But how could Kaeya ever deny you?

Shostakovich's Waltz No. 2 made me ill

[gabineteolvidado]

Love at first sight? Boring Love at first assassination attempt? Spicy

♒((⇀‸↼))♒Warning. Violence, blood, mental issues

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NOTE 1: This story is part of my Descendants AU "FACTION WAR"

NOTE 2: Fairies are creatures made of magic. They live, they breathe magic. The island blocks magic. Maleficent's body and mind is unstable, she lives only because she's half dragon.

FIN (for now)

NOTE 3: Hades prisoner on the island? HELL NO. He's a God.

[acotar-taylorsversion]

Another Little Rant

I'm sorry, but not everyone wants Lucien.

Not his court. Not his brothers. Not Tamlin. Not his mate.

Rhys only puts up with him for the sake of an alliance. And I think Feyre only keeps him around because of the friendship they once had. Azriel hates him and I don't think Cassian, Mor, and Amren care enough to about him to really say anything.

This is why he's finding his own place and home with the Band of Exiles. Hence the name.

Now, don't go thinking I hate Lucien. I can hear y'all now thinking I'm the worst person because I don't put him on a pedestal. I don't particularly care for him. I only see him being beneficial to Vassa's story, because I do think the small moments between them are cute and they might actually mean something. I'm convinced that this is one of the very few reasons why she has kept him around this long. I never found Lucien as this exciting, funny character. I almost put down acotar when it first came out because I found Tamlin boring and Lucien annoying and I was convinced Feyre was either gonna end up with the boring one or the annoying one (but then Rhys came along 🥰). The only thing that got me through the beginning of acomaf was because I could smell feysand from a mile away. And don't even get me started on the end of that book.

I don't see the appeal in elucien at all. I'm convinced the only reason people support that ship is because of the fact that they are mates and they have this unusual obsession with Lucien. Don't know why, honestly. I don't know how people can read where Elain literally loses her newfound boldness, shrinks into herself, and literally hides in the kitchen refusing to pour water in a cup to make him tea and think "omg I can't wait for them to fall in love 😍." Like, if Sarah makes them endgame then I will be convinced that she forgot about every other acotar book she has written. And don't say "well if you don't want to read about fated mates, don't read acotar." She's talking about rejecting the bond and exploring what happens after and who's the only other couple who hasn't accepted their bond yet? Yeah, that's right, Elain and Lucien. I can only assume it's gonna be them who reject the bond. And yes, that would mean Lucien not having his mate. But, you know what, he's a grown ass man and he's not the baby everyone treats him to be. "Poor baby Lucien, he'll be so heartbroken." "He deserves his mate, he deserves to be happy."

Like what about Elain? Eluciens don't care about Elain at all and nothing will ever convince me that they do. She has found her place in the Night Court with her sisters, and her new friends. She is happy there. She is finally accepting her new life now, and she's doing all of that without Lucien.

Sorry for the rant, y'all. I don't care if no one likes this or comments on this or anything. this is my blog and it is my safe place to express how I feel at certain moments.

And, please if you disagree with me, then by all means let me know. I'm open to any and all discussions.

[iamumbra195]

You know what? I'm tired of pretending so I'm just going to admit it:

I think romantic Tayden is fucking adorable, especially with a dash of queerplatonic Aidlyn on the side. They have some of the same interests like skateboarding and rock climbing and Ashlyn taught them both how to dance according to Red's insta so they could be a cute best friends to lovers type of thing.

I feel like they would be a very fluffy, feel-good type of romance and they complement each other really well in my opinion. I don't know why I just love them so much.

[bitacrytic]

How to Adopt a Big, Bad Wolf

[love-too]

"Love is what makes us human" WRONG! What makes us human is being intrinsically mortal, but not being able to live in the present unless reminded of our non-permanent condition on this earth! Hope that helps

[non-un-topo]

More clothing studies, this time from my fic Axis. I was aiming for authenticity while also trying to have each of their personalities show a little bit in their clothing choices. Two for Nicky, to show his layers.

[mildcicada]

[daydreamtoropov]

I'm the [tumblr] person who overuses comments in tags.

[tumblr] autosaved my tags even though I used them once.

Look in the tags and have a laugh.

(Possible tag game?) @author-of-the-year @jenumarts @thonethatflies620 @iamunabletothinkofablogname @ all my mutuals

[kuroshika]

oh no my obsession with hannibal and cannibalism as a form of love and devotion has cost me everything. and by everything i mean my fUCKIGN SANITY.