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[4:38 PM] Oikawa Toru [1]

I know someone asked for my old Oikawa work - I need to find them first lol and for sure edit them. But here's my first Oikawa story on my new account, enjoy!

Warning: None (yet); slight angst about Oikawa's situation and what he did in the past to Y/n;

Second part

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Oikawa Toru was exhausted. He has been exhausted for the past six months.

The baby nestled against his chest made it all worthwhile.

His son, Oikawa Toran Mateo.

The relocation from Argentina to Japan posed challenges for both father and son; now, it was simply a matter of settling in.  

Mateo was having difficulty at night, and Toru couldn’t understand what was wrong. Then, when bedtime arrived, Mateo would cry incessantly, eventually wearing himself out until he fell asleep, utterly exhausted.

Until a miracle happened on day three of their new life in Japan.

Toru didn’t make a single sound as he continued to rock Mateo against his chest, the baby was silent, but his eyes were slowly drooping close.

This was all due to their only neighbor next door, who either blasted deafening piano music to muffle his son’s cries or happened to have a piano positioned against the shared wall, providing them with a live concert.

Initially, he suspected it might be a recording. Still, whenever the piano ceased playing, Mateo would stir and start whimpering, prompting the piano to resume and soothing the baby to sleep.

That’s when Toru realized his neighbor was attentively listening.

He felt guilty that his son’s relentless crying would unknowingly disturb the neighbor next door. However, it never occurred to him that the sound could travel through walls.

Meanwhile, Toru found peace in listening; it was when he discerned the neighbor was playing their rendition of “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.”

Several minutes later, Mateo peacefully drifted into a deep slumber against his father’s chest, and Toru let out a profound sigh, gently swaying back and forth. In that moment, he made a firm resolution to express his gratitude to the neighbor whenever the opportunity came.

The tune continued and put Mateo to sleep and lulled Toru to sleep.

Just going to close my eyes briefly, he thought as he gently laid down on the bed and shifted his son in his arm.

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Three weeks later, Toru hasn’t gotten the opportunity to head next door to meet his neighbor.

Ever since that night, his neighbor would spend hours playing the piano every evening when Toru attempted to take Mateo to bed. But, remarkably, Mateo adored it. The melodic tunes would instantly soothe him, gradually lulling him into a peaceful slumber.

Whatever it was, it proved to be the sole remedy for his son.

However, one particular night, the absence of the piano’s melody left Mateo restless and irritable. In a desperate attempt to recreate the soothing effect, Toru resorted to playing classic piano pieces he hastily found on YouTube, but they failed to satisfy Mateo’s needs.

Growing frustrated and feeling helpless, Toru was on the brink of allowing his son to cry himself to sleep when a gentle miracle, the soft piano notes began resonating through the walls. Instantly, Mateo’s cries subsided, and Toru lay awake, basking in the comforting melody.

Toru is convinced his neighbor is a gift from God.

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His mother would stop by every day to help with his son while Toru organized transferring his items from Argentina to Japan.

“Can you stay with Teo while I pick up dinner, mom?”

She hummed, shooing him away.

Toru is grateful to his mother for her unwavering love for his son, despite her initial disappointment upon learning about this accidental pregnancy with his ex-girlfriend from Argentina.

Although his relationship with his ex-girlfriend was long gone and relegated to the past, every day served as a reminder that it was just him and his son, which was more than enough.

The elevator chimes rang out, and within moments, the door slid open, unveiling a petite woman who leaned against the wall, her eyes closed. Immersed in her own world, she appeared lost in the music flowing through the electronic devices plugged into her ears.

She took a step forward without opening her eyes, and it wasn’t the second step when they opened, and she stopped, startled by another person waiting outside the elevator.

Toru found himself somewhat amused, assuming the woman hadn’t noticed his presence until the very last moment. However, as he took a closer look, his eyebrow raised in curiosity, and suddenly, his eyes widened in recognition, realizing who she was.  

“Y/n?” He smiled brightly, “are you – are you my neighbor?”

There were only two units on the 25th floor; if he occupied one, she must be the other occupant.

Now…

It all made sense.

A few nights ago, he talked to Mateo as they enjoyed their nightly routine of waiting for their nice neighbor.

“Any second now,” Toru coos at Mateo, who is excited and waiting.

As the keys of the piano resonated with the melody, Toru yearned for a way to create a window connecting to their units, allowing the enchanting piano sounds to flow more clearly between them.

And so they can greet their neighbor.

Nonetheless, it was still clear enough.

Mateo flapped his chubby arms excitedly and began blowing bubbles. Toru smiles at his son lovingly until his ears finally listen to the piece played tonight, which differs from the other nights.

The smile on his face faded, and his attention sharpened as he focused his ears intently. The familiarity of the piece struck a cord within him. He had heard it before and knew it well.

Y/n…

That was it!

That was Y/n’s piece she always played for him when he would study at her house!

He never got the chance to ask her for the name.

How long has it been since he last seen her?

Over ten years?

The sweet girl who stutter all her life.

The sweet girl was often self-conscience about speaking, going silent to avoid being teased. Finally, however, she discovered her voice in a different form, expressing herself eloquently through the keys of her piano.

The sweet girl who was expected to become a future pianist.

The sweet girl would play the piano for him so he could focus and study.

The sweet girl who had a crush on him during Aoba Josei’s days.

The sweet girl whom he took advantage of to get his grades up so he could graduate on time.

The sweet girl he took a bet on to see if he could make her fall for him.

His last memory of her was saying he was sorry for being caught.

And she only smiled and walked away.

“To… Toru?” She stuttered; eyes still filled with shock.

Toru gives her a soft smile, “hey, yeah, it’s me…”

The door began to close when they both reached out to stop it from closing. Y/n quickly hops out of the elevator.

“You’re… you live there?” she pointed to his door, “you… you have a ba – baby?”

“I… yes, I live there, and I do… it’s just my son, and I thought…” he wasn’t sure why he had to explain himself, but he did anyway. “Are you… living by yourself there?”

She nodded, taking off her earbuds. “I – I should get… going… it is ni – nice to see yo – you again.”

Toru stopped her, grabbing her elbow but quickly releasing his grip when he realized his action. “Sorry, I… I’m happy to run into you again. I’m really thankful for you…” he searched her eyes, “my son, Mateo, and I are thankful to you every night for playing for us – “

“I don’t play for you.” She said clearly, and Toru flinched at her tone. She spoke so clearly that he was shocked.

“Ah,” he rubbed the back of his head, “we are still grateful… it helps my son sleep….” He smiled, “I should get going; it is nice running into you.”

Y/n nodded again, giving him a small smile before disappearing into her unit.

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Ever since uncovering the identity of his neighbor, Toru couldn’t shake off the lingering ache in his heart.

Following their most recent encounter, Toru had expected his neighbor to refrain from playing the piano. However, to his surprise, she continued playing beautiful melodies.

He was an asshole years ago and was genuinely sorry for hurting her.

He wanted to atone for what he did to her and make it right.

He wanted to see her again.

And he did.

She was waiting for the elevator first when Toru and Mateo returned home from a walk. She didn’t notice them until Mateo began to fuss in the stroller, and she looked over, and her eyes met Toru’s before they shifted to Mateo.

“Hey.” Toru greeted, picking Mateo up from his stroller, which immediately calmed down when he was in his father’s arms. “This is Mateo.”

He could see her expression soften as she hesitated but stepped forward to look at the baby closer. “Hi… Mateo.”

It only took one interaction and one look for the baby to be smitten. Mateo squirmed and smiled brightly, burying his face into his father’s chest as if he was shy all of a sudden. He lifted his head as soon as Y/n stepped back and just blinked.

“How old is he?” She asked quietly.

Toru shifts his grip on his son, “he’s six months turning seven months next week.”

Y/n nodded, keeping her eyes on the baby. “He – he is very cute, looks just like you.”

“Thanks, Y/n.”

The door to the elevator opened, and she gestured for Toru to go in first.

The elevator ride was silent, with Mateo constantly staring in Y/n direction while suckling his pacifier.

“Thank you.” Toru uttered out of the blue, “for playing every night…”

Y/n doesn’t respond but smiles at Mateo, reaching to wiggle her fingers at the baby.

Mateo grabs her fingers in a tight death grip and then leans toward her as if he wants her to hold him. Unfortunately, Y/n had no choice as he leaned over suddenly, and she plucked him from his father’s arm.

“Uh, I guess he likes – “

The elevator abruptly stopped, causing Y/n and Mateo to stumble, but Toru caught them both. His arms wrapped securely around him as he regained their balance. The lights turned off briefly before the dim emergency lights turned on.

Mateo spat out his pacifier and began to whimper.

“Oh! It’s okay; it’s okay.” Y/n cooed, gently rocking the baby. She looked at Toru, who was looking at his phone and dialing for help.

A voice over the intercom immediately announced, “we deeply apologize – the construction next door has caused a power outage within the vicinity. We are working diligently to restore power and immediately send assistance your way.”

Toru and Y/n locked eyes, their silence speaking volumes as they exchanged a shared sigh.

Toru knelt and began to fumble with the basket attached to the stroller.

“What are you looking for?” Y/n asked.

He stopped to look up at her, “just checking to see how much formula Mateo has left; not sure how long we’ll be stuck in the elevator.”

Speaking of the baby, Y/n looked down and discovered the baby was fast asleep against her chest. She wraps his blanket around him before shifting him into her arms.

“You’re really… good with kids…” Toru remembers when Y/n would play with his nephew Takeru when she would come over to help him study. Takeru found liking in Y/n and would ask about her whereabouts whenever he saw his uncle. “Do… you want me to take him? I can put him back in the stroller?”

Y/n shook her head, “not if we don’t know how secure this elevator is; it’s best to hold him for now.” She carefully shifted, passing the slumbering baby back into his father’s waiting arms. Almost instantly, as if sensing the change, Mateo started to wiggle and emit soft whimpers.

As Toru struggled to console his son, the situation seemed to escalate. Finally, Y/n extended a gentle hand, reaching over to tenderly retrieve the baby while soothingly cooing and whispering sweet words. Mateo’s distress dissipated almost instantly, and he surrendered again to sleep. His tiny, chubby hand tightly clenched onto Y/n’s shirt, finding solace in her presence.

Toru believed he knew his son, having been there for him since birth. Yet, it became evident that Y/n, a stranger to his son, possessed a unique ability to provide peace and comfort that surpassed Toru’s efforts.

It wasn’t jealousy he felt but warmth.

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E/n: nothing edited (as always). This might be another roller coaster...

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‧✧̣̇‧ Gym Bunny Masterlist

‧✧̣̇‧ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

‧✧̣̇‧ Genre: muscle pig!Jungkook, strangers to lovers au, fluff, angst, college au, very enthusiastic kook, shy chubby reader, self hatred to self love au.

‧✧̣̇‧ Warnings: Toxic friends, reader learns to love herself, cuss words, accidental boners, some mean comments about reader from her friends and Kooks bestie who hates YN.

‧✧̣̇‧ Summary: After being tired of feeling insecure you decided to take your friends advice and hit the gym. The only problem is you don’t know what to do, but luckily the very muscular and scary guy next to you offered to teach you a couple things. He just also happens to be the sweetest man you’ve ever met and not scary at all. You catch yourself falling in love with him on your journey of self love, but old insecurities stop you from doing anything about it.

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So kyut

STRAWBERRY LIPGLOSS

your relationship with tsukishima had never been one full of pda. even in private, affection was usually initiated by you. you never minded, you knew he preferred to show his love in other ways; just not with pda.

however, lately he’d been a lot more affectionate. you loved it, but it was unusual for him to suddenly kiss you out of nowhere, especially in public.

you can see him walking toward you and you lift your hand up in a friendly wave. he quickly greets you, but before you can even speak, he’s pulling you in for a kiss.

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𝟏:𝟓𝟔 𝐀𝐌 | 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈.

“omi, hey! omi,” you nudge sakusa with your hand. he stirs in his sleep, blinking as his sleep hazed eyes open one by one to meet yours.

“huh?” he rubs a hand over his eyes and groans, and the sight of his tousled hair and puffy cheeks makes your heart beat a mile a minute.

“i’m sorry,” you mumble, looking down. he stares at you like that for a moment, propped up on his elbows as he registers your words—and why you’ve said them.

sakusa promptly turns to face away from you, greeting you with the sight of his bare back.

“hmph,” he huffs, and you pout, shaking his shoulder to gather his attention once more. by now, you’ve learned sakusa kiyoomi is a very stubborn person.

and sure, you had yelled at him rather harshly for asking you a harmless question, but you were in a bad mood.

he should’ve known that, he’s your boyfriend after all.

“omi,” you whine, shoving his shoulder yet again, putting a little more force into it than last time. he pays you no mind, and you all but throw a temper tantrum at the lack of attention from him.

“that’s kiyoomi to you,” he mumbles.

yeah, you think, it seems he’s still mad.

you were really hoping he wouldn’t be—the second he’d grabbed his pillow and stomped off to the guest room, you’d known you’d gone to far, but the words had slipped before you could stop them from spewing.

but you and sakusa were cut from the same stone, and you know him better than you know yourself.

he won’t be mad for long.

“omi, said i was sorry,” you pout—and if he’d seen the sight, he’d have given in, you’re sure of it. you curse him for facing his back to you.

smart bastard, you think. he’s done it on purpose.

“well, i never said it was okay. it’s not nice to be rude to your boyfriend after a long day. especially when he simply asked what you wanted for dinner.”

“i know,” you murmur. “that’s why i’m here to apologize.”

“well, too bad. he’s not here,” sakusa says through his own heavy pout, laying on his side with his arms crossed. your hand runs softly over his back, and the hurt feelings from before completely dissipate. you hold that power over him.

“can you tell him for me then?” you grin slightly, making him shrug.

“i don’t know, you don’t really deserve to leave him a message.”

“aww, come on,” you whine, leaning down and placing your chin on his shoulder, hand finding it’s way to rub over his bare abs now. they flex under your touch. “he’s got a soft spot for me, i know he does. he’ll listen to the message.” it’s silent for a bit.

“fine, i’ll tell him,” sakusa mumbles eventually. grinning, you press a soft kiss to his neck.

“well, tell him i love him, first of all. i didn’t get a chance to tell him that before bed. and then tell him i’m sorry, and that i was wrong. i shouldn’t have snapped at my boyfriend after a long day. especially after he simply asked what i wanted for dinner.” sakusa grumbles something under his breath, and it sounds awfully close to ‘not good enough’. you roll your eyes at his stubbornness. “and tell him that he’s handsome—the handsomest. and that the bed’s cold without him,” you mumble the last part softly.

and quietly, he sighs, and you know he’s not mad anymore just from the sound alone.

“he’s asking if you’re gonna make it up to him.”

“i think i can think of a few ways,” you giggle, and a small grin spreads across sakusa’s face, a soft, boyish chuckle of his own ringing through the room.

he turns, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. he’s warm, and his arms instantly make your eyes feel slightly heavy—sleeping without sakusa by your side is probably your least favorite experience, as evident from your tossing and turning all night.

“you were really mean to me,” he pouts.

“oh, look who’s back,” you tease, poking the tip of his nose. “and i know, i’m sorry baby. i’ll try to be less snappy next time.” tilting your head up, you press a delicate kiss to his jaw.

“and you call me grumpy,” he says—and of course, it’s in a grumpy tone, but you decide not to point it out.

“well, in my defense, you should’ve known i was in a bad mood. that’s your job as my boyfriend.”

“i didn’t sign up to be a mind reader,” he rolls his eyes. and just like every night, sakusa carefully pulls the covers over your body, making sure you’re carefully tucked in before pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead. you smile, a wave of emotion hitting you at his actions.

loving him is so easy, and you can’t imagine ever stopping.

“hey, you never said i love you back,” you pout, poking his chest. he swats your hand away, closing his eyes and tugging you closer.

“go to sleep,” he grumbles. and, with pure fondness and a soft tone he reserves only for you, he mumbles out, “i love you too. jerk.”

it’s a shame the pettiness holds no exceptions for even you, however.

back on my reposting from old blog bullshit

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𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇 | 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈.

sakusa is rich, it comes as no secret, and that’s why you tell yourself this was never bound to work. you’re pretty sure he’s got tons of trust-fund-raised family friends that are after his heart anyway, so his options are surely plenty open.

he’ll do without you.

yet, why he’s incessantly knocking on your door, you can’t seem to figure out, the pounding sound ceaseless as he stays persistent. you’re nearly at your wit's end after thirty minutes, stomping over to open the door and face him.

“kiyoomi,” you growl, glaring daggers his way, but he only shoots sharper ones at you through his eyes, piercing you with the obsidian orbs you know all too well.

it feels like he can read right through you, and you hate yourself for letting him get so close—letting yourself get so attached.

“what’s your issue?” he presses.

right.

sakusa is probably the most stubborn, hardheaded, determined, and pettiest individual you’ve ever met. and it’s not exactly a surprise, you’ve learned he’s the youngest and he’s wealthy, a combination that makes it all add up. but still, you’d never expected someone as stoic as him to be so borderline bratty at times.

“my issue? i’m not the one pounding on a door at eleven pm with no pause. what’s your issue?”

“you’re ignoring me,” he pouts.

and there it is, the look that first made you really realize how smitten you truly are for the man before you, and how far from your reach he really is. you’ll never fit in with sakusa’s crowd, and you’re pretty sure he’ll never understand yours, and the inevitable heartbreak seems more crushing later rather than sooner.

so, with the utmost self-control that you never knew you could demonstrate, you force yourself to pull your eyes away from his face—that’s much too handsome to be fair—and look at your feet.

“kiyoomi, listen,” you begin, and his face falls immediately. and so does your heart, all the way down to the pit of your stomach at the look.

“you don’t like me anymore?” he asks almost like a child. “but…i did…i thought i did all the right things. the movies…it worked in the movies,” he insists.

“what movies?” you ask, face twisting in confusion. he looks down bashfully, his face a light shade of pink as he clears his throat.

you try to force your beating heart still at the sight.

“i…i’m not really good at this,” he admits. “i thought…j-just you know, i did…some…research,” he finally blurts out, voice strained.

if it weren’t for your current predicament, and the fact that you know yourself well, and you know you won’t pull away if you lean in, you would’ve kissed his lips senseless at this very moment.

“romance movies?” you grin slightly. he huffs, turning his face to the side as he shifts on his feet.

“yes, romance movies. we were pursuing a romantic relationship, and their genre is romance. it makes sense,” he mutters. and despite the way your head screams to end this conversation now before it’s too late, before you’re too in deep to let yourself pull away, you chuckle, smiling bigger as the flush of his cheeks only darkens.

“that’s cute,” you mumble to yourself. “really, really cute,” you admit.

“so then what’s the issue?” he raises a brow. and it all comes crashing down again, making your smile drop—and he notices, he notices right away.

sakusa kiyoomi may be a bit sheltered, but he’s quick on his feet, he’s perceptive, and he’s a fast learner. he’s learned all your signs and quirks faster than you could hope to teach him. all on his own.

“look,” you sigh, deciding to rip the bandaid off, no matter how bad the wound might sting. “my background isn’t like yours. i’ve never had to use more than one fork and i’ve never had a bread plate.” he crinkles his brows, staring at you bewildered.

“so? i’m dating you, not your forks.” groaning, you rub your temples, mentally rolling your eyes at how dense he can be.

“kiyoomi. your friends and family probably expect you to bring someone home that grew up like you, don’t you think? someone who’s from a bit more wealth?” he ponders your words for a moment before shrugging, nodding at them as though they were any normal topic.

“yeah, they probably do expect that,” he agrees. you blink.

“well i’m not that, am i?” you ask bitterly, flashing him a pained smile. it finally dawns on sakusa what you mean, his eyes widening a fraction before he quickly steps closer to you.

you should pull away, you really, really should—but you missed his warmth so much. indulging in one more moment with him couldn’t be so bad, you think.

“yeah, you’re not. but they never gave me anything even with all that money. nothing like what you give me anyway,” he shrugs. “i like you. a lot. i think…i think i might even…you know? love you?” he asks the last bit in a quiet voice, almost like he’s asking himself.

and under any other circumstance, you’d raise a brow at a man questioning his love for you, but it’s not like that with sakusa. you know him, and you know he’s trying to navigate what love feels like, he’s trying to find the warmth of its embrace in your arms.

it makes your heart skip a beat.

“what?” you breathe. and despite the palpable fear in his expression, sakusa presses his forehead to yours, staring at you with a hard determination you’ve grown to admire.

the same one he sports during games, and practice, and watching recaps to find his mistakes. he gives you that same passion, if not more.

“i think…no. no, i do. i love you,” he whispers. and sakusa kiyoomi is a star athlete, he’s got a car that’s worth more than your entire life savings at the moment being, he’s got trust funds waiting for him, and he’s got a snobby rich family back at home, but he’s got barely anything if not nothing at all without you.

the words knock the air out of your lungs and steal your breath.

“is this you trying to be like those movies you watched?” you murmur.

“i think we could be better. probably less cheesy,” he whispers back through a wet laugh. “but i kind of need a love interest for that.” the watery chuckle you let out makes his heart unclench, the relief rolling over him in waves.

he knows it’s a good sign. he knows everything about you. and even if you’re scared, you can’t help but trust him blindly.

“okay, omi. let’s be better than your stupid romance movies,” you grin. “i love you too.”

and for a second, you’re glad he’s not starring in a film, you don’t think you ever want to share the stupidly handsome smile he gives you with anyone else to see.

i am well aware he is in japan and uses chopstick and the forks part was a little inaccurate — this is a fictional drabble though, so if you comment on it i’ll block. you just enjoy the writing bro sobsobsob

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Unlike The Rest

Atsumu x Reader

♡ Dating an oh so perfect professional athlete proved to hit your insecurities more than you thought

Content & Warnings: angst to fluff, established relationship, intimate physical contact, mentions of insecurities related to physical appearances, weight

Dating atsumu meant a lot of things. The pro athlete, brand endorser, model, miya atsumu. Good looking, well known, confident, and so perfect in your eyes, probably in the eyes of his long line of fangirls too. And for the most part, you had no problem with that. You were actually very happy too see people finally appreciate your boyfriend’s hard work through the years. Though he’s always been quite a heartthrob since high school. The limelight, fangirls, away games, they didn’t bother you at all. But from time to time, you’d brush past a few of his ex girlfriends when you were at the mall or roaming the stadium while waiting for his game to start. Most of his exes became professional athletes like him. Even back in high school, he dated quite a few women from the volleyball girls’ club. And in his years as a pro volleyball player, he never really tried to keep his dating life a secret considering that most of the people he dated were as popular as he was. He was a good five years into his career when you two started dating. And ever since, he’s been nothing but loving and genuine, though insecurities weren’t exactly something you could ever control. When sometimes his parents would slip up about his exes and how atsumu and osamu absolutely loved playing volleyball with them. Doesn’t help that they were just so… perfect for him.

During one of his off days, atsumu woke up a little earlier than you. He had to check a few emails and given that your laptop was already opened, he went to your desk to log into his email account. But when the screen lit up, the opened tabs made his eyes widen. Gym membership for gyms near you, effective weight loss routines, food to avoid to prevent weight gain, volleyball training for beginners.

Atsumu had to breathe for a while to take in what he saw. Of course, he had no issues with you wanting to go to the gym or try new diets or learn volleyball (which he was hurt by actually since if you wanted to learn then you should have just asked him, your pro volleyball player boyfriend, to teach you.) He just knew something was bugging you. Otherwise, you would have asked him given that those topics and things were ones which he loved discussing and doing. Working out, trying healthy recipes with samu, playing volleyball. He was about to shut the laptop screen but he failed to notice your already approaching form from behind.

“Tsum?” Your slightly sleepy face with cheeks tinted a small bit of pink gave atsumu the hint that you already know he had seen what tabs you had opened on your laptop. “Come here my angel” he swiveled the desk chair to face you, his arms extended to reach out to you, ready to embrace you the moment you came at his arm’s reach. He gently tugged your body to straddle him, wrapping his arms around your waist while you wrapped yours around his shoulders. With his face buried in the crevice between your neck and shoulders, he spoke. “Are you okay? Is there anything you want to talk about?” His warmth gave you comfort and finally, the confidence to spill your insecurities. “I just wanted to fit with you better, tsum. I want to at least be able to look good beside you, be able to play volleyball with you and samu”. Atsumu’s thoughts clicked and he understood where you were coming from. You felt his lips form a smile against your skin as you two remained hugging. He pulled away a little to speak. “But you already look good with me. Don’t you notice how everyone glances your way when we attend balls and parties, how guys would probably flock you had I not been in the picture. And besides, you don’t have to play volleyball to get along with samu, he already loves cooking with you. I’d say it’s the first time he has ever let someone else invade his kitchen as much as you have.” A small chuckle left his lips before he lifted himself a little to give you a chaste kiss on the lips. “Tsumu” ; “hm?” ; “Thank you. I love you” ; “ I love you too, angel”

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Elevator reveals

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a reminderr ✨

Something I made while dealing with my own stuff and hoping drawing this would pick me up somehow. Maybe it worked.

FT my cat. His name is Mischief

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i'm tearing up now 😭

me & you.

summary:  your friends get into your head leaving you and jimin in need of some clarification. pairing: park jimin x reader genre: light angst, fluff rating: g word count: 1.8k tags/warnings: reader is feeling insecure, lack of communication in the beginning, they get petty lol, frustrated!Jimin turns sweetheart!Jimin, nickname chubs is purely used as a term of endearment, nothing more

a/n: for anon, ahhh i had too much fun writing this, i haven’t written for our jimin in a minute so this was really fun. and i mean, it’s flirty jimin whom i hope you’ll love >< thank you for requesting for this event!

the request

october drabble event mlist

“Why hasn’t he proposed to you yet?”

“Didn’t he just take a month off?”

“Uh yes?” You remember crossing your arms adamantly, “and we spent it together.”

“Exactly, perfect time, for I don’t know, someone to be proposed to?!”

This is all your friends had been pestering you about for the last few weeks. In the beginning, it was annoying and comical. Whose business was it aside from yours and Jimin’s anyway?

But as time passed, the accusations against your boyfriend’s untimely manner had become a thorn in your side. One that you could easily rationalize was momentary irrationality. Still, your mind absorbed these ideas like a sponge, they bothered you to the point that Jimin began to notice. The last few months consisted of late-night FaceTime calls, quick texts of I love you’s, and if you were especially lucky, a few hours to see each other after weeks of not.

The night had gone sour, it was far from the date Jimin planned for the two of you tonight. He could tell as soon you got into his car how short-tempered you were, a pinched expression on your face even when he took his time to kiss you, tell you how insanely beautiful you looked only for you to tell him it was getting too late for all of this.

“We have a reservation, don’t we?” You try to soften your tone, turning to put your seatbelt on and leaving Jimin’s puckered lips suspending in the air. His eyebrows lifted with an offense, lips moving into a slight smirk. He decided to shrug it off, hand finding yours on the middle console as he started to drive.

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[m1nt-3lla]

UGH CUTE! JUST CUTE!

how does levi love or show he cares :) ?

author note :: ok this was very nice to write thank you for requesting it :-)

“watch your step, be careful.” – levi always has a hand close to your waist when he feels comfortable and senses that the two of you are away from invading stares

“have half.” – he’ll offer you part of his meal purely because he feels he should check in on you, he doesn’t ask in a sweet way or anything just a simple “want a bite?” or “eat.” but it means a lot

“got your gear on correctly?” – levi’s hands travel to your straps shoving a finger underneath to test whether or not you’ve tightened your harness appropriately. it’s become a habit for him to check, he likes to reassure himself that you’re safe and secure

“get some sleep.” – he knows how it feels to suffer with three hours or less, most of the time he struggles to even reach two hours. the least he thinks he can do is make sure you’re sleeping soundly

“dear.” – levi murmurs the term of endearment under his breathe as he holds your shaky hands after particularly gut wrenching expeditions. you don’t know why but it makes you feel better even if it’s just for a moment.

“i love you.” – only ever saved for the rarest of occasions. he whispers it into your hair when he believes you aren’t awake. you’ve been lucky enough to catch him in the act twice.

levi loves and cares for you quietly, he won’t spare you a glance as he hands you water, nor will he look at you when you’re hungry. he’ll simply slip some more food onto your plate wordlessly.

he gets worked up when your safety is at risk. when you make mistakes during training you often get a harsh warning but one day after a difficult training session filled with stumbling and tripping, levi loses it.

at first you’re irked, you’re covered in sweat and you want to shower but then you happen to notice the way his eyes glaze over as he speaks

“if you died do you have any idea what would happen?” his fingers dig into the flesh of your shoulders sorely

wincing a little you squirm under his grasp. soon after he realises what he’s doing and takes a step back.

levi retreats almost immediately, doesn’t say a word after that and coops himself up in his office for the next two days

he’s always been avoidant with relationship issues but you know he needs his own time to reflect and come around to a conclusion

at the end of the second day he knocks on your bedroom door without any pauses. as soon as the door is flung open he practically falls right into your shoulders. you think he might cry but all he does is groan.

“if you died everything would go to shit.”

fingers lacing into his scalp and massaging his head you will him into taking it easy. he eventually finds it in him to sigh again without sounding as stressed as before

it’s always been like that. he’s always been first to make amends with you. not because you’re unwilling to apologize but because you know he needs his space

“levi, i know why you worry. don’t say sorry.” your reassurance elicits yet another shaky yet relieved breath.

“thank you.” levi rarely says i love you. thank you happens to be his substitute for when he knows you’re listening but you’re okay with it. he only cares and loves those he’s thankful for.

you aren’t bothered if he doesn’t say i love you out loud. you still happen to remember his deeper professions of love during the nights where he foolishly assumes you’ve slept.

you feel the most loved when he holds onto you tighter, restlessly. it feels like he worries your duvet will eat you up whole and steal you away from him.

all of his daily gestures of affection which may seem unnoticeable to others keep you going

and to be honest you think those gestures are worth much more than the words that accompany them

the subtle way his eyes automatically lookout for your figure in a crowd, to the way he holds your hand under the dinner table not wanting others to notice and interfere

he wants to share his vulnerable moments with you and that specific action where he hands you all of his trust means the most

levi’s actions over words policy is most definitely the key to your heart :-)

[m1nt-3lla]

pairing: levi x reader

tw/cw: mental breakdown, mentions of suicide, mentions of self harm, comfort from levi

author's note: <3

- lifeline -

there are times where life caves in on you, unable to do anything but desperately hold onto that one thing that keeps you going - but even that can be too hard to do.

you weren't sure when you started shutting everyone out or how you managed to let yourself slip back to that endless pit of darkness. negative thoughts filled your mind every single day and no matter how hard you tried, you can't get out of it.

tears stained your face for the nth time that day, hating the way your mind was telling you to stop, to end it all and forget about the pain permanently.

bringing the shrapnel of the blade of your odm gear to the skin of your wrist, against the slowly fading butterfly levi drew - a butterfly that he named after him to stop you from hurting yourself, remembering the words he said 'if you harm yourself, this butterfly will die and it will never be set free'.

silent sobs left your lips at the thought of the butterfly never being able to be free because of your actions. that the small butterfly on your wrist named levi would never be able to live if you hurt yourself.

but how could you? when everything is becoming too much for you to handle?

"y/n? you've been there for a while, are you okay?" levi's voice reached your ears from the other side of the closed bathroom door. you hastily wiped away your tears only for it to get replaced by new ones.

"i'm fine, just please leave me alone" you said, cursing yourself for letting your voice shake. levi was quiet for a second, he knew you were lying. he knew you better than anyone else and he had noticed the way you were slowly slipping back into that dark endless pit again.

levi sighed, pressing his forehead against the closed bathroom door. "brat"

you silently burst into tears upon hearing the nickname he always called you. you looked at your shaking hands, at the blade you held against your wrist.

"brat, please open the door. please, i don't want to lose you" levi said, your breath got caught in your throat. suddenly reminded that you would be leaving levi behind if you end it now, the mere thought was enough for you to bring the blade away from your wrist.

dropping the blade on the floor, you stood up and unlocked the door. you crashed yourself in levi's arms, holding onto him tightly as he carefully wrapped his arms around you.

"i'm sorry. i'm so sorry" you apologized, waterfall of tears cascading down your cheeks and dampening his shirt but he didn't mind. strong arms kept you together, letting you feel that someone was there - that levi was there.

"shh, it's not your fault. don't apologize, brat" levi cooed, cradling the back of your head as your sobs continued to rack your body. you desperately held onto him, fisting the back of his shirt tightly in your hands.

"i c-couldn't do that to you. y-you mean everything to me and- and i didn't want to l-leave you but it's too much" you sobbed as levi held you even tighter, running his hand through your hair to calm you down. his heart broke at the sight of you giving up, the strongest person he has ever met was giving up, that you could never find hope to get back up and continue.

that he almost lost the person he loves the most.

"shh, shh. i'm here, brat. i will always be here. i know that everything can get too much sometimes, that you can sometimes feel like you can never get out of the darkness that's chasing after you. but i want you to remember that you're not alone, shitty glasses is here for you, eyebrows is here for you, even the annoying brats of the 104th and i'm here for you. you're the strongest person i've met, you've been through a lot and you managed to survive it all. if you got through all of those then i'm sure that you can get through this. you can always come to me whenever, if you want to tell me, that's fine and if you just want me to hold you, that's fine too. it doesn't matter if i'm busy, i will stop whatever it is and be there for you. it gets easier when you talk about it and i know it's scary to open up sometimes but i would rather hear you talk to me than attend your funeral. i love you so much, y/n and you're so damn important to me" levi said, sniffling a bit as a few of his tears landed on your shirt. you let his words sink into you, holding onto him tighter.

"i love you, y/n. you hear me? i love you so much" levi said and you nodded, burying your face into the crook of his neck.

"i love you too, levi. thank you" you whispered as he kissed the top of your head in reply. slowly, you started to see light in the dark place you were in. levi being that light that pulled you out of that place.

you closed your eyes, savoring the way levi held you with all the love in the world. constantly getting reminded that he was there, that he loves you, that he was your lifeline.

[m1nt-3lla]

yww <33

Soft hours, so here's some comfort headcanons:

Context: u tell your comfort character significant other u love their hands, and not just cause they look pretty.

Kuroo:

Kuroo is at the dining room table with you, scrolling through social media, while you do some school work / paper work for work, and he quickly notices how you're starting to get antsy, in the anxious and need help grounding, way.

So he gets up, and from across the table, and walks over to you. He gently pick you up and carries you to the couch. He gently cups your shakey hands in his and carefully massages them, as he tenderly kissed your knuckles, to being your focus back to your body and breathing. He cups your face, gently, so your eyes, are only focused on his, so you don't try to think of work or talk about school, to clear your mind. Once you're back to earth and feeling better, you tell him

"I really love your hands.. ya know that? They make me feel safe and stable and warm, when everything else feels cold and harsh, and feels like sand slipping through my fingers. I really really love your hands." You tell him.

He smiled and says "I've got you. Always."

Kenma:

You come home from an outing with your now ex friends, and you can't seem to stop crying. Kenma, who's sat on the couch in the living room, immediately rushes over and gently wipes away your tears and massages your shakey shoulders, and runs his fingers through your wind mused hair, to soothe you.

You soon cease crying and you melt into his nurturing touch.

"God, I really love your hands.. keeps me reminded there's still good, and softness.. when the whole world feels like it's made of thorns and glass." You tell him.

He fondly smiles and softly kisses you. "I'll always be right here to take away the hurt, no matter what, I promise." He reassured you, as his thumbs trace your cheeks. He kisses your forehead, and brings you to the couch, as helps you play the new game he'd just been playing.

Natsuo:

Natsuo can see it clear as day, as soon as you both wake up that Sunday morning.

The tightness in your shoulders, from the long week of stress and anger and exhaustion, from uni. The slouch in your back from your low self esteem from your depression and anxiety, from your family, constantly hounding you by comparing you to your siblings, just like his father had done to him. The furrow in your brow, and the downward tilt on your lips, from the nightmares that had been disturbing your normally healthy sleep pattern.

So he doesn't let you leave the bed, to get the normal early breakfast going. Instead, he smoothes your features, by tracing your face with his fingers, as his palms cup your cheek. He rubs your shoulders, and back.

You gently take his hands in yours and kiss his palms. "I love your hands, Natsuo.. they remind me.. being soft in a stone cold and tough world.. is the strongest thing I can do.. and that difficult things.. aren't impossible." You say sweetly.

A smile graces his features. "I'll always be here, to help fix anything you ask of me. I'll always help to keep building safety for you." He replies warmly.

And only then, when he sees that light in your eyes again, does he let you get up, and out of bed, and let's you cook breakfast with him.

Keigo:

Keigo has noticed that you've been more in your head and dissociative lately, so he sits you on the bed in your shared room, after lunch, and he holds your hands, and runs his fingers through your hair, as he guides you through your grounding breathing excersizes.

When he sees your focus is truly back on him and your breathing, he relaxes like you're relaxing into his touch.

"Keigo.. I ever told you how much I love your hands?" You ask him.

"Hmm.. sometimes. You call them pretty." He says endearingly.

You smile lightly. "Yea.. but.. I love em.. cause they remind me.. that being flawed doesn't make me a bad person.. and that being misunderstood isn't my fault.. I feel more secure and not alone anymore when you hold me." You tell him.

His face flushes as he smiles, and he peppers your face with kisses, as he engulfs you in a cuddly hug.

Bokuto:

Bo could tell, not just from the bags under your eyes, but from how dim, seemingly lifeless, your eyes were, that today's practice with your vb team, had pushed you too far, especially mentally and emotionally. He gently sat you on his lap, as you finished your breakfast.

His fingers traced along your jaw, your cheek bones, under your eyes, along your brows, and he rubbed your back, and massaged your hands, since he always remembered that always made you feel more grounded.

You brought his hands to your lips, and softly kissed his knuckles. "Bo, my love.. I ever tell you how much I love your hands?" You asked.

He softly chuckles. "I think you've called them pretty, once or twice.." he replies.

A small smile graces your lips as you hum, thoughtfully. "I love your hands bo.. they remind me.. I'm powerful and strong.. even when I have my days, where I don't feel good enough.. they remind me, I'm good enough." You tell him.

He kisses your hands, then your lips. "I love you sweetheart. I'll always be here to lift you up, when you feel like there's no way up." He coos.

He carries you to the bathroom. "now let's take a relaxing bath, hm?" He asks.

You nod, so he runs the faucet.

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[m1nt-3lla]

SO ADORABLE!! 💕

HAIKYŪ BOYS WHEN HE FINDS OUT YOU HAVE A FAN ACCOUNT OF HIM 

ft. husband!Miya Atsumu, Suna Rintaro, Miya Osamu, Kozume Kenma x f!reader

genre: fluff / slice of life

a/n: anonymous request from fushiguroll. Thank you anon for requesting!

MIYA ATSUMU | tackles you onto the sofa, your giggles fill the house as he tickles you. As abruptly as he started, he stopped and stared at the exposed phone screen. You followed his eyes and gasps before scrambling to your feet, holding the phone to your chest. “What was that?” “uh, nothing.” You replied, swiping close the instagram app. Atsumu grins, “is that what I think it is? Ya got a fan account of me?” He easily grabs the phone out of your hand, few simple swipes and he’s got the account pulled up. His eyes softens at the each caption filled with heart emojis and the “he’s so handsome”, “such a talented player” hashtags. He pulls you into a hug, heart hammering at your little secret. “You’re not mad at me?” “mad!? why would I ever be mad at something like this.”

SUNA RINTARO | your husband has a knack for walking very quietly, using it to his advantage for times like these, sneaking up behind you on the sofa when he catches you smiling down at the bright screen. You don’t notice him, you almost never do, as you continue to scroll through Instagram, pressing likes and commenting on each passing picture of Suna Rintaro. “Sunasrealwife huh?” his sudden interruption had you screaming as you quickly scrambled to lock your phone. “Um…what?” Suna smiles, saying nothing except hold out his hand, palms open, waiting for your phone. You hung your head and place your phone into his waiting palm. “You have a fan account of me, huh?” He smirks, scrolling through your profile full of his best pictures. He tosses the phone back to you. “Didn’t realize I would be marrying my number one fan when I proposed to you.” You pout and Suna takes this opportunity to lean down, catching your lips with his, “hey, I’m not saying it’s a bad thing. thanks for being my number one fan, baby.” “always.” The next day you get a new follower in the form of @officialsunarintaro.

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Ohhhh the babies first steps were really cute🥺could you please do amoary two with kenma, akaashi, suna, and kita?

HAIKYUU BOYS SEEING THEIR BABIES TAKE THEIR FIRST STEPS

with: kenma, akaashi, suna, kita

notes: waaaaah i love haikyuu dads sm too please!! also nonnie 2 who asked for tsukki i'll do him next time don't worry!! —fluff!

part one - part two - part three

❊ KENMA can't keep his excited smile as he records his son taking his first steps. the little baby slowly puts one of his little feet in front of the other, occasionally looking up at his father for affirmation. "you can do it buddy, i'm right here." he says, encouraging his son and making sure to have the moment recorded at the same time.

but as soon as his son takes one wobbly step and trips over his own feet, he immediately lets go of his phone and instinctively catches him, holding him up and supporting him. his son looks up at him, teary eyed and sniffling. "you did great buddy!" he exclaims wiping a stray tear and brings him into a tight hug, "papa's proud of you."

❊ AKAASHI smiles from ear to ear as he claps a certain rhythm which seems to encourage and guide his daughter as she takes her first wobbly steps. "that's it! keep walking to papa!" he cheers on as she quite confidently takes one step and another in the living room.

and as soon as she's inches away from his arms, he scoops her up from the floor and spins her around, two toothy grins sporting their faces. "you did so great baby!" he chuckles as the room fills with their happy little giggles.

❊ SUNA excitedly opens his camera and records the moment with shaking hands. his daughter slowly props herself up from the floor and starts taking small, wobbly steps towards him with a big (or lack thereof) toothy grin on her face. "look at you taking your first steps!" he chuckles as both his eyes focus on his daughter, he extends a hand out for her while the other holds up his camera.

and as soon as she comes up to him, she holds his hand for support. she then takes his camera from him and babbles as she sees her own face on it. he lets out another laugh and scoops her up onto his lap, then gently takes back his phone and excitedly sends you the video.

❊ KITA sets his daughter down onto the ground and holds her up. what he didn't expect was for her to slowly let go of his hand and start walking on her own, her wobbly little feet in cute yellow shoes stepping around on their own. he follows in behind her and has a hand extended to her back, just in case she falls. but she doesn't and she only continues to walk confidently.

after a few steps on her own, she looks back at her father and makes grabby hands at him, and he obliges (as he always does) and scoops her up into his arms. "you did so good ma angel," he says as he kisses her chubby cheeks. they spend the rest of the day walking around the fields, with him explaining to her how rice grows and her babbling along.

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[m1nt-3lla]

okay guys. please reblog as much as possible. It's honestly painful to see writers working their asses off- only to have no comments/small number of reblogs. This ain't no IG where you can just leave a like. No. So plss reblog and commentt.

Anyways aside from that-- this is honestly so adorable. I find hands extremely pretty so this is just perfect for me 😍

Soft hours, so here's some comfort headcanons:

Context: u tell your comfort character significant other u love their hands, and not just cause they look pretty.

Kuroo:

Kuroo is at the dining room table with you, scrolling through social media, while you do some school work / paper work for work, and he quickly notices how you're starting to get antsy, in the anxious and need help grounding, way.

So he gets up, and from across the table, and walks over to you. He gently pick you up and carries you to the couch. He gently cups your shakey hands in his and carefully massages them, as he tenderly kissed your knuckles, to being your focus back to your body and breathing. He cups your face, gently, so your eyes, are only focused on his, so you don't try to think of work or talk about school, to clear your mind. Once you're back to earth and feeling better, you tell him

"I really love your hands.. ya know that? They make me feel safe and stable and warm, when everything else feels cold and harsh, and feels like sand slipping through my fingers. I really really love your hands." You tell him.

He smiled and says "I've got you. Always."

Kenma:

You come home from an outing with your now ex friends, and you can't seem to stop crying. Kenma, who's sat on the couch in the living room, immediately rushes over and gently wipes away your tears and massages your shakey shoulders, and runs his fingers through your wind mused hair, to soothe you.

You soon cease crying and you melt into his nurturing touch.

"God, I really love your hands.. keeps me reminded there's still good, and softness.. when the whole world feels like it's made of thorns and glass." You tell him.

He fondly smiles and softly kisses you. "I'll always be right here to take away the hurt, no matter what, I promise." He reassured you, as his thumbs trace your cheeks. He kisses your forehead, and brings you to the couch, as helps you play the new game he'd just been playing.

Natsuo:

Natsuo can see it clear as day, as soon as you both wake up that Sunday morning.

The tightness in your shoulders, from the long week of stress and anger and exhaustion, from uni. The slouch in your back from your low self esteem from your depression and anxiety, from your family, constantly hounding you by comparing you to your siblings, just like his father had done to him. The furrow in your brow, and the downward tilt on your lips, from the nightmares that had been disturbing your normally healthy sleep pattern.

So he doesn't let you leave the bed, to get the normal early breakfast going. Instead, he smoothes your features, by tracing your face with his fingers, as his palms cup your cheek. He rubs your shoulders, and back.

You gently take his hands in yours and kiss his palms. "I love your hands, Natsuo.. they remind me.. being soft in a stone cold and tough world.. is the strongest thing I can do.. and that difficult things.. aren't impossible." You say sweetly.

A smile graces his features. "I'll always be here, to help fix anything you ask of me. I'll always help to keep building safety for you." He replies warmly.

And only then, when he sees that light in your eyes again, does he let you get up, and out of bed, and let's you cook breakfast with him.

Keigo:

Keigo has noticed that you've been more in your head and dissociative lately, so he sits you on the bed in your shared room, after lunch, and he holds your hands, and runs his fingers through your hair, as he guides you through your grounding breathing excersizes.

When he sees your focus is truly back on him and your breathing, he relaxes like you're relaxing into his touch.

"Keigo.. I ever told you how much I love your hands?" You ask him.

"Hmm.. sometimes. You call them pretty." He says endearingly.

You smile lightly. "Yea.. but.. I love em.. cause they remind me.. that being flawed doesn't make me a bad person.. and that being misunderstood isn't my fault.. I feel more secure and not alone anymore when you hold me." You tell him.

His face flushes as he smiles, and he peppers your face with kisses, as he engulfs you in a cuddly hug.

Bokuto:

Bo could tell, not just from the bags under your eyes, but from how dim, seemingly lifeless, your eyes were, that today's practice with your vb team, had pushed you too far, especially mentally and emotionally. He gently sat you on his lap, as you finished your breakfast.

His fingers traced along your jaw, your cheek bones, under your eyes, along your brows, and he rubbed your back, and massaged your hands, since he always remembered that always made you feel more grounded.

You brought his hands to your lips, and softly kissed his knuckles. "Bo, my love.. I ever tell you how much I love your hands?" You asked.

He softly chuckles. "I think you've called them pretty, once or twice.." he replies.

A small smile graces your lips as you hum, thoughtfully. "I love your hands bo.. they remind me.. I'm powerful and strong.. even when I have my days, where I don't feel good enough.. they remind me, I'm good enough." You tell him.

He kisses your hands, then your lips. "I love you sweetheart. I'll always be here to lift you up, when you feel like there's no way up." He coos.

He carries you to the bathroom. "now let's take a relaxing bath, hm?" He asks.

You nod, so he runs the faucet.

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Hey!! I have this scenario in my mind with Kuroo, Suna and maybe akashi where they are on facetime with the rest of the team and a girl just appears behind them and their teams think that she is their girlfriend and start to make questions, but it turns out that she’s just their sister, and if you have time can you also make one of their team makes have a crush on her 👉👈 (you can make it gender neutral I just used she/her to be easier to understand)

facetiming the team with their sister

feat. Kuroo, Suna, Akaashi

♡ note: f!reader

♡ a/n: cute cute cute

KUROO

Kuroo never got sick. today was just an exception

but since he couldn’t make it to practice, he made sure to facetime Kenma in order to check up on the team

“Oi Lev, you can’t have your arms flailing about” he said, sitting on the couch wrapped in a blanket

just then, the team spotted you in the background walking towards the captain

“here, I made you some soup!” you say, handing him a large bowl

he smiles at you, “thanks Y/n!”

soon, the only thing he can see on his screen is Yamamoto

“YOOOO, WHO’S THAT? SHE’S CUTE” the ace screeches, and while you giggle at the comment, Kuroo sits up straight and glares at the camera

you decide to sit next to Kuroo to meet his teammates for the first time

Lev soon enters the view, but he’s so tall his head gets cut off from the screen

“wow, you’re so lucky to have a girlfriend to take care of you!! she’s really pretty” Lev’s words almost makes Kuroo drop his soup

you and Kuroo stare at each other, and then back at the phone speechless

but Kuroo manages to snap out of shock and clear his throat

“Y/n’s my little sister”

a brief silence

and in an instant, the entire team clamors around Kenma’s phone to get a look at you

“she’s way too pretty to be related to Kuroo though”

“Y/n, was it?”

“please go out with me”

“Kuroo has a sister??”

you can’t stop laughing at the commotion

“that’s enough” Kuroo commands, and the entire team is dead silent

Yaku smirks at the captain, “oh, you’re one of those overprotective brothers aren’t you?” this causes you to laugh even louder, since you know that wasn’t the case

“no, Kuroo just doesn’t like it when he's not the main focus of attention” Kenma says out of frame

you perk up upon hearing Kenma’s voice

“Kenma!!! hi!!! hello!!” you say, smiling brightly at the camera

Kenma slowly steps into view and nods at you, “hi Y/n”

his cheeks were slightly pink, he found your puppy energy really cute-especially since it juxtaposed his more cat-like tendencies

Kuroo furrowed his brows and pushed you away in a huff

“no go away now- first my team ignores me because of you, and now you’re trying to steal Kenma from me? go do your homework Y/n” he pouts

someone give Kuroo attention he might die

SUNA

being Suna’s older sister was an easy job- he was a chill little brother so you didn’t really have to worry much about him

you were chilling in his room, because as an older sibling, it was your duty to just hang out in your younger sibling’s room for no apparent reason

Suna was at his desk on his phone, when he got a group facetime call from the team

you sat up when you heard your brother talking to people

“is that your volleyball team Rin?” you ask

“woAH WOAH, was that a GIRL’S voice I heard??” Atsumu asks

you walk up behind Suna and stare at the screen before you

“oh hey Kita!” you say upon noticing the captain, and he greets you back

“wait, Kita, you know Suna’s girlfriend?” Osamu asks, causing the whole team to complain about why Suna didn’t introduce you to the rest of the team

Kita manages to quiet the entire team, “she sits next to me in class- and she’s Suna’s sister”

the team goes: 😮

“no you can’t date her Atsumu” Suna says, bored expression still on his face

“I- I literally didn’t even say anything”

you tease your brother, “hey now, I don’t think you’re allowed to dictate who I get to date Rintarou”

upon seeing Atsumu’s face light up you quickly add in, “it’s still a no from me Atsumu”

the whole team begins laughing up a storm at how Atsumu got rejected without even shooting his shot

Suna smiles for once and leans back on his chair, “alright then Y/n, I can’t tell you who you can and can’t date, so why don’t you take your pick from the team?”

you thwack your brother’s forehead, “alright- fine” and you look through the members to see who caught your attention the most

“wouldn’t it be funny if I picked Atsumu’s twin” you mumble to yourself, causing Suna to let out a short laugh since only he heard

your eyes ran across the screen and stopped at one boy you found extremely cute

you whisper to your brother, “I think the guy in the bottom right is cute”

“oh you think Akagi is cute?” Suna announces out loud, earning himself another thwack to the forehead

the libero turns red and stammers, “oh um.... you’re very pretty yourself Y/n” and you smile back, a small blush apparent on your face

Aran, being the best wingman for his teammate clears his throat, “alright guys, this has been a wonderful call, I say we end it so our libero can get a girlfriend”

when the call ended, Suna gave Akagi your number, and you left your brother’s room to facetime the libero

but within a minute of you leaving, another group facetime with the team (sans Akagi) started

Atsumu is the first to talk, “so, Suna, we’re gonna have to ask you to spy on your sister so we see how it’s going with them”

lord have mercy on you and Akagi

AKAASHI

Bokuto was the one who suggested the idea of weekend facetiming to encourage team bonding

being Akaashi’s older sister, you found it adorable your little brother was socializing with people

anyways you didn’t realize he was in one of these calls at the time, so your interruption was accidental

“hey Keiji, I bought this book you might really like- oh” you silence yourself when you notice you’re in frame

the team starts hollering at the sight of a girl

“Ooo, who’s the lucky lady??” Komi teases and Akaashi is confused for a split second at what he meant by that

Sarukui takes a step closer to the camera to look at you, “NO WAY. ISN’T THAT Y/N?? SHE’S IN OUR YEAR. AKAASHI HAS A THIRD YEAR OVER AT HIS PLACE RIGHT NOW” and the whole team becomes restless upon hearing this information

“AKAAASHI when did you get a girlfriend? and why didn’t you tell meeee” Bokuto whines

you were just as shocked, and you quickly introduce yourself, “wait no- I’m Keiji’s older sister!”

the team looks shocked, but Akaashi’s eyes narrow at the captain

“Bokuto-san... you’ve met her before” he says, and Bokuto’s eyes widen in realization. he has met you multiple times, in fact

“Akaashi- you’re older sister is Y/n??” Komi asks, and Akaashi nods and turns to you

“why do they know of you?” he asks and you shrug

Washio speaks up, “Y/n’s just really popular in our grade for being pretty and sweet to everyone” and you bite back a grin

you hear chatter from the members, but you’re unable to pinpoint who it’s from, “yup, pretty setter boy has a pretty sister, why are we not surprised”

when you start looking at all of the video screens, you notice Konoha and gasp, “OH! you’re the cute boy who bumped into me the other day- wait shoot” you quickly clap your hand over your mouth

the team grows rambunctious, wondering which one you had meant. since you were all on FaceTime, there was no way they knew who you were talking about

but Konoha blushes at the compliment and speaks up, “oh yeah, ummm nice to see you again”

the team starts another commotion, congratulating Konoha for managing to grab your attention, but the wing spiker just gets redder

also embarrassed, you quickly leave your brother’s room, forgetting to give him the book

Akaashi raises his eyebrow at the situation that unfolded before him, debating whether or not he should play matchmaker

[m1nt-3lla]

the last one omg 😭💗

Can I request scenario or hcs about reader wearing another teammates jacket instead of her boyfriends with Atsumu, Sakura and Oikawa

wearing another teammate’s jacket

feat. Atsumu, Sakusa, Oikawa

♡ note: f!reader

ATSUMU

Having to get up for early morning duties was a pain, but you didn’t have a way out. Even worse, you realized halfway through your walk to school that you had forgotten to bring a jacket with you. You were just drowning in L’s.

Fortunately, you didn’t have to be alone- Suna was also assigned morning duties. While you weren’t best friends with him, you were on good terms with him even before you dated Atsumu.

The middle blocker watched you walk into the classroom hugging yourself for warmth.

“Did you not bring a jacket?” he asks, and rolls his eyes when he sees you shake your head. “I swear dating Atsumu is making you almost as dumb as him”

He takes off his own volleyball jacket and silently hands it to you before getting back to work. You slip it on and zip it up- relishing on the newfound warmth. By the time you finish up your duties, Atsumu and Osamu walk through the classroom doors.

Your eyes brighten when you see your boyfriend, and you run to hug him, “You’re here early!! Class doesn’t start for another half hour.”

“Yeah- ‘Tsumu dragged me so he could see you” Osamu grumbles, clearly half asleep.

But Atsumu dismisses his brother, only focusing on you. He rests his forehead on your shoulder, “You’re so warm Y/n, it’s freezing out there-” but something stops his words and he raises his head, making eye contact with you.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, tilting your head in confusion. The look in Atsumu’s eyes meant that he sensed something was off. He took a step back and looked at you, realizing that the volleyball jacket you were currently wearing wasn’t his.

“...Whose jacket is that” he asked, his face on longer sporting the usual grin.

“Eh? Oh, it’s Suna’s, he let me wear it today” And with that said Atsumu proceeds to unzip the jacket and take it off you.

“Now, why the heck are you wearing his jacket?”

Suna, mindlessly scrolling through his phone, jokes around, “Because I asked Y/n to warm up my jacket with her body, obviously.” In the blink of an eye, your boyfriend chucked the jacket at Suna’s face.

“Oi, you should work on your read blocking” Atsumu mutters, clearly not a fan of the joke.

“Honestly Suna, you kinda deserved that” you say, before turning back to your pouting boyfriend, “no but I forgot my jacket this morning and Suna let me wear his!!”

“I still don’t like it. I feel betrayed” he mumbles, refusing to look you in the eye.

It was so cute to see your boyfriend act so childish over something like a jacket.  Perhaps to anyone else, Atsumu was being tad much. But to the setter, seeing you in someone else’s jacket made him insecure and only realize how much he loved you and didn’t want to lose you to anyone else.

“’Tsumu, can I wear your jacket then?” you cup his cheeks so he’s looking at you again.

“....I forgot to bring mine too” he says. You drop your hands from his face, and stare at him in silence.

“Am I supposed to freeze to appease you?” you ask, crossing your arms.

“Would you do that?” Atsumu’s face lights up, delighted to think that you would potentially consider doing so.

Let’s just say when that day during volleyball practice, the team is wondering why Atsumu absolutely refuses to set to Suna.

SAKUSA

“Kiyoomi, can I wear your jacket? It’s cold” you asked one morning before class.

Sakusa looked at you, eyebrows raised in confusion. 

“Y/n.... I love you... but you do know I can’t do that right?” he asks.

And to be fair, you did know he was an extreme germaphobe. Even after months of dating he was still wary- and while it was a bit annoying, it was certainly manageable.

You roll your eyes at him, “Yeah I know, just thought I’d ask and see what would happen.” And just like that, the two of you separated to go to class.

Fortunately, you had class with Komori, even better you sat next to him meaning you were able to chat with him all of the time.

“I AM COLD” you announce to him as you take a seat. “and Kiyoomi is still a clean freak.”

Komori laughs and hands you his volleyball jacket, “Take mine- you’re lucky I brought it today”

You happily take the jacket and zip it up, thanking Komori for his generosity. Now that you were no longer freezing, you were able to get through the day.

Morning classes seemed to drag on- and you knew you wouldn’t be able to see your boyfriend until lunchtime. But the heavens worked in your favor that day when you ran into Sakusa in the halls while you were running errands on behalf of your teacher.

He offers a small smile, but that drops the moment he notices the jacket.

“Kiyoomi!!!” you run to hug him, but he holds his hand up, indicating for you to stop. “What’s the matter?” you ask.

“You didn’t have a jacket this morning.. whose jacket is that?”

“Oh, it’s Komori’s. He didn’t need it since he was already wearing a sweater!” you grin, putting two thumbs up. But all Sakusa could notice was how the large jacket seemed to drape over you. He felt his jaw tighten and quickly took off his own jacket, handing it to you.

“What are you doing?” you ask, now with the jacket in your hands.

“Wear my jacket.” he says in a low voice, as if he didn’t want anyone else to hear (keep in mind the hallways are empty right now, so what exactly was the purpose of speaking quietly?)

“I’m already wearing one though” you chuckle, trying to hand it back, but Sakusa grabs your wrist, stopping you. With his free hand he pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Y/n... please don’t make me say it.”

You bite back a smile and tease him, “Say what? You’re a logical guy Kiyoomi, why would I have to take your jacket if I’m already wearing one. Especially given the conversation we had this morning, hmm?”

He knows you’re doing this on purpose, but he knows what he’s about to say will make you really happy so he gives in. “I don’t like seeing you wear another guy’s jacket. So please wear mine.”

You’re honestly surprised he did say that- you half expected him to roll his eyes and give up. But his embarrassed and slightly pink face made your heart flutter and you happily took off Komori’s jacket in lieu for your boyfriends.

After that exchange, you quickly head back to class and handed Komori back his jacket.

“Oh, Kiyoomi gave you his jacket? Seems out of character for him- what happened?” Komori asked, folding his jacket and putting it back into his backpack.

“Eh, something about not wanting me to be around other people’s germs” you shrug.

“Ah, yeah sounds like something he would say- wait germs? I’m his cousin!!”

You decided to keep the truth a secret for your own enjoyment.

OIKAWA

You couldn’t figure out why Oikawa was ignoring you the entire day. When you first met him in the halls that morning, you saw his brows furrow at the sight of you and he just walked to class. Granted, the bell had just rung a while ago so it’s possible that he was running late.

But even in passing, he didn’t stop to say hi, he didn’t reply to your texts, it was as if you didn’t even exist to him.

And that made you terribly anxious. You haven’t been fighting with him, and usually if there’s a serious problem that arises, he’s never afraid to talk to you about it. So why was he ignoring you now?

It didn’t make you feel any better when you heard your classmates gossiping about it.

“Did you see Oikawa totally ignore Y/n earlier??”

“I think they’re fighting... do you think it’s over for them?”

You didn’t bother leaving the classroom for lunch. Instead, you sat at your desk, laying your head down.

What if Oikawa was sick of you? And this was his way of wanting a breakup? You felt tears streaming down your face- not knowing how you had messed up. And how could you even know if your boyfriend wasn’t responding to your messages. Your silent tears soon turned into sobs.

You saw the classroom door open- Hanamaki’s head peeked in.

“Oh guys,” he called out, “she’s in here!!”

But Makki did a double take, and his eyes widened when he saw you crying. 

“Yo Oikawa, she’s crying!”

“WHAT” you hear Oikawa screech from outside. Within seconds he comes crashing through the door, pushing Hanamaki aside. Iwaizumi and Matsukawa come trailing in afterwards, also concerned that their friend was crying and ready to beat someone up if necessary.

Your boyfriend kneeled beside your desk and held your hand, “No Y/n, why are you crying? Did someone hurt you?” He pulled you into a hug.

Your sobbing ceased for a second and you sat up straight, looking directly into his eyes.

“Wha-what?”

Oikawa repeats himself, “What happened? Are you okay, who did this?”

You wipe the tears away from your face, “TOORU YOU DID THIS” As Oikawa gasps in shock, Iwaizumi rolls his eyes.

“Shittykawa what the hell did you do?” Iwaizumi walks up to the two of you and smacks Oikawa’s head.

“IWA-CHAN I DON’T KNOW” Oikawa turns back to you, “Y/N WHAT DID I DO??”

“YOU LOOKED REALLY UPSET WITH ME TODAY AND IGNORED ME AND I’M SORRY I UPSET YOU BUT I DON’T KNOW WHAT I DID” you were back to sobbing.

Oikawa is silent for a second, “Oh- well... I was upset... because you’re wearing Iwaizumi’s volleyball jacket”

You took a second to take off your jacket and take a closer look at it. And sure enough, there you saw Iwaizumi’s name. As you handed the jacket back to the ace, something had occurred to you.

“Tooru, you gave this jacket to me a few days ago when I was at your house and I was cold!!” you cry out.

Oikawa takes a moment to process what you said, before slowly turning back to a scary Iwaizumi, who has been missing his volleyball jacket for a week now.

Meanwhile Makki and Mattsun were recording the entire incident, because of course they are.