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Everyday Poetry - "While there is perhaps a province in which the photograph can tell us nothing more than what we see with our own eyes, there is another in which it proves to us how little our eyes permit us to see." Dorothea Lange

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speed saved all my fav haikyu + mha tik toks about an hour ago… what do I do now

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angel (timeskip!kageyama x model!reader)

for @kageyamasluvrgirl

kageyama tobio the man that u are... i love these two like family. thanks for the request!

1645 words

(this is (technically) a part 3, check masterlist)

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volleyball may have been kageyama's first love, but you're undoubtedly his true love. after all, there's no other explanation for why he's sitting in the front row of the annual victoria's secret fashion show.

it's not a venue he'd ever envisioned he'd be at, much less that he'd be dating one of the most anticipated models. though ever since the two of you had gotten together, he'd done a lot of things he never thought he would. and he feels a little out of place here, but he'd do anything for you. especially when you've always been so supportive of him; attending all of his games and putting up with his crazy friends. compared to that, this is nothing. so, he decides to distract himself by taking in his surroundings.

everything at the fashion show is pink; the backdrop, the runway, the advertisements. save for the spanning glass ceiling, currently revealing the gorgeous starry sky, it's all pink. one of your favorite colors, as you'd told him on your first date when he'd given you a bouquet of pink roses. at first he wasn't sure if you just told him that as filler, like many of the shallower girls he'd met before. the first time he visited your apartment, though, he could tell you hadn't been lying.

pink is your color, and you'd undoubtedly be in your element here.

as much as kageyama would love to keep you to himself, he knows a beautiful woman like you was meant to be adored by the world. he's just lucky he's the one you come home to every night. he can't wait to see you.

the lights in the venue darken, and he knows it's almost time. the cameras are ready, some people in the crowd are even pulling their phones out, but tobio wants to take everything in with his own eyes (he's definitely gonna find the pictures online later, anyways).

the music switches, and all the way at the end he sees you walk out. he feels his heartbeat accelerate in a familiar way. even if you aren't close enough for him to see well, your mere presence is enough. he's sure hoshiumi would have some smart comment for him right now about how much of a 'simp' he is, but that thought is quickly cast from his mind as you strut ever closer.

you seem to have a talent for holding him in a trance, his eyes unable to move from your form. he remembers how excited you were when you'd initially told him you'd be walking first. while he didn't entirely understand what it meant at the time, he'd held you close and told you how proud he was of you, in his own quiet kageyama way. it was something he had mostly missed out on growing up, especially after his grandfather passed. you'd helped him mature so much emotionally, never would his high school teammates believe he was capable of being so open, proud of someone else. but it comes so easily with you, he doesn't really care what they think is or isn't uncharacteristic of him. to see you now in all your glory was truly something.

as you reach the end of the catwalk, you pause to pose and have even more pictures taken. like a goddess, he thinks, and he's just one of the many worshippers basking in your light. despite all of the bright lights and cameras flashing in your eyes, you look straight at him and wink.

to say he's overwhelmed with emotion would be an understatement. but he's kageyama tobio, so he doesn't show it on his face. no, he feels it all in his chest, a warm feeling spreading through his body. it persists even as you turn around, huge wings blocking most of you.

and in that moment, his brain can only piece together one thought: you're his angel.

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time seems to be creeping by incredibly slowly as you wait for your cue. as the first vs angel walking, it's up to you to set a precedent for the rest of the girls, as well as the tone for the show. you're used to having everyone's eyes on you, but something about this feels different. it feels as though the weight of the world is on your shoulders, though there's really only the pressure of the 15 pound jewel-encrusted wings on your back.

you take a deep breath, closing your eyes to calm yourself. your thoughts drift to tobio, the man of your dreams and the most supportive boyfriend in the world.

"what's got you looking so giddy?" an american model—jennifer if you remember correctly— asks you with a knowing smirk.

you open your eyes, feeling heat in your face as you look at her. you playfully swat at her.

"none of your business, you!" you laugh, as it's likely she already knows. she smiles, teasing you further about your 'smoking hot volleyball player boyfriend' as you retaliate using her american football boyfriend against her. although you don't understand much about the sport, you've heard some of the other girls ask her about the 'quarterback', so you try the same. it's a nice distraction from all of the anxiety you're feeling.

a woman with a headset walks towards the two of you, and you take that as a sign to wish jennifer luck before meeting the woman halfway. despite her serious demeanor, she shoots you a small smile and tells you to take your place.

you stand, perfectly posed and ready to walk, feeling the beat of the music. with one last gentle push from someone behind you as your cue, you make your way to the stage.

you doubt anyone would be able to tell how nervous you were just minutes ago, giant angel wings bouncing as you strut down to the end of the catwalk. the numerous lights and flashing of cameras strike the crystals on your bodysuit, shimmering brilliant rainbows everywhere.

you know tobio's sitting there, even if the bright lights illuminating you and the stage make it hard to see his face. at this point, you're sure you'd recognize him anywhere. though you can't go too far (you're under a semi-strict contract with the expectations of what you're supposed to do on the runway), you want to pay tribute to your wonderful man somehow.

when you reach the end of the catwalk, you pause to pose for the cameras. you look down to where tobio is sitting, giving him a flirtatious wink before subconsciously smiling and turning around to strut back down the line, passing another model as you do.

you let out the breath you hadn't even realized you'd been holding, being handed a water by one person and congratulated by lots of others. you thank everyone and watch from behind the scenes as the other girls walk out, making a strange look at one that you think you've seen in tobio's comment section but ultimately laughing it off and wishing her luck, too.

after watching a little more of the show, you excuse yourself back to have a moment alone.

scrolling through your phone in the makeup area, you open twitter (idc that it's x now i'm dying on this hill), only to see you're tagged in a video posted only a few minutes ago. it has a ton of likes considering how long it's been up, so you click on it to try and figure out what's going on.

you see yourself from mere minutes ago, confidently strutting down the catwalk before reaching the end and sending a very obvious wink towards your man. the person turns their phone to catch tobio's reaction and it's a face you're more than used to. from the first time you met, he's looked at you like you're the most radiant person he's ever met, brighter than the sun, in an almost reverent way. you're even able to tell- he's clearly smiling. not his full-blown, 'creepy' smile, just the faint upturning of his lips but certainly more than most had ever seen from him. it's a look that's so entirely tobio, and you love it more than anything.

'i should've known there'd be people live-tweeting, but this is fast!', you think, impressed by your amazing fans.

you scroll down to the comment section, holding in a laugh

'oh my god i'm so single (T∩T)'

'he's down BAD'

'if (y/n) middle name (l/n) was my gf i'd be the same way tbh…'

you smile, liking a few of the comments before setting your phone back down, staring in the mirror and loving what you see.

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it's late at night (or technically early in the morning) when the two of you get back to your hotel room, with a beautiful view of the manhattan skyline. the both of you are entirely exhausted, immediately getting into your respective night routines before meeting in bed.

you roll over, surprised to see tobio sitting in his phone. laying your head in his shoulder, you look to see what he's doing (not that you don't trust him, you're just surprised to see him on his phone so late). you catch him in the middle of saving an unedited-how else would it be up so fast- picture of you someone had posted from earlier.

"aww, it's like you like me, tobio," you tease, reaching your arm around him in a comfortable half-hug. as if you couldn't find him any sweeter, he tilts your head up from his shoulder to look you deep in the eyes.

"i love you." he says quietly, dark blue eyes shining brilliantly. it's the soft side of him you love, the usual serious tobio that everyone else knows has opened himself up and bared his soul to you. who knew three words could mean so much?

"i love you, too." you smile happily, trying to hold in the happy tears that are fighting their way out of your eyes. you slowly lean in, as he meets you halfway.

you feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

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Hi girl! Hope ur doing well, it’s been a while! I am still very much obsessed with your timeskip tobio x model! Reader series and I literally am still finding myself re-reading the two parts every now and then to this day. You’re writing and creativity is just everything! So that got me thinking of a request/idea that you could possibly venture off of - since “golden” was about reader going to tobio’s world of volleyball, it would be AMAZING to see tobio inside of reader’s supermodel world. I feel like he would be even MORE flabbergasted than he already is at her, and honestly how amazed he is till this day that he managed to somehow bag Japan’s sweetheart. Seeing her in that flashy environment all dolled and glammed up to the nines never fails to pull on his heart and pride at the same time. And with all this Victoria’s Secret craze that’s been flooding everywhere, it fits so well that maybe she invited tobio to sit front row at her VS show, and when she comes out looking like a literal Angel with the hair, cute outfit and everything, she struts down in classic VS Angel flirty style and when she does, she turns to tobio and blows a kiss or winks at him, which totally catches him off guard with how taken aback he already is by her in her element. The cameras pane over to his reaction and it goes absolutely viral on the internet where everybody’s just so jealous of Tobio and the absolute craze around him being literally the luckiest man ever. This obviously strokes his ego A LOT LOL. Cannot WAIT to see your take on this!!

I LOVE YOUR MIND OMG

you always reignite my kageyama love... singlehandedly keep this boat afloat. i'm no joke gonna start writing this rn but i have finals coming up so it might be a while until it's released (or not idk).

but there will be more model reader ml <333

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I'm not usually one for songfics but like... too sweet hozier for a tsukishima kei x reader thingy... I have a vision I swear

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this makes me feel :')

this new illustration is…… uni student kuroo dropping by to check on nekoma 3rd year student kenma and karasuno’s 2nd years…….. haikyuu you will always be my everything

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Hi girl! Me again!

Still can’t stop thinking abt that amazing tobio fic that u did which I requested, I NEEDD a part two or like a timeskip where they’re datinggg. I’m dying to know what their dating life is like when their pre-dating time is already as hot and fiery as u wrote it!! <3 along w the media n stuff like they’re obv they’re gn be so slay n espesh u write it so i alr know I’m gn love it sm!! So looking forward to it <33

golden (timeskip!kageyama x model!reader)

here it is! I love these two so much. I'm sorry this took so long, oops. disclaimer: you'll have to suspend your disbelief, I know in the manga he technically was 19 when he went to the Olympics but he's aged up here so that both of your career paths make sense. I am very sorry if that takes you out of the story at all </3 I hope you love it anyway!

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(part 1)

your relationship with kageyama tobio is nothing short of a dream. everyone can tell just how in love with him you are, and he's just as whipped for you. the two of you are meant for each other.

it's what all the tabloids, your closest friends, and even your parents say to you every-time you see them.

you can't agree more; he's the perfect man for you. tobio is able to understand the weight of being in the spotlight, millions of eyes on you, and he keeps you grounded. he's been your date to every social event, awards show, concert, sporting event, you name it. at the same time, you both are always there for one another, even with no cameras around. tobio's your safe space away from all of the pressures of being famous (and just being human, too). he's anything but a pr relationship, that's for sure.

which is why you're so excited, today of all days especially.

your boyfriend is competing in the 2016 summer olympic games, one of the most impressive feats an athlete can accomplish.

even if tobio can be quiet, not bothering to talk about what it is he's thinking about most of the time, you know that this has been a dream of his since he was a little boy. it's quite literally the farthest he can go in the sport he's loved forever, and he gets to do it with his close friends by his side, too.

your heart swells with pride just thinking about it. you're so happy he has this opportunity.

the unfortunate consequence of it, though, is that you haven't seen him in two weeks. well, that's slightly dramatic. he's able to text you occasionally, but nothings the same as waking up in his arms. other than games, of course, he's restricted to practice and the olympic village.

the only times you've really seen him in-person are watching his games, where you have a limited time afterwards to hug him before he's whisked away from you to start the same cycle over again.

it's been very lonely without him. your friend even sent you a twitter post someone had made about how sad you looked and how 'no one ever sees [you] without [your] boyfriend usually'. you kind of laughed at that, both at the ridiculous picture taken of you and at the fact that the caption might be true.

you miss him so much.

that's why you're both excited and nervous that today is the very last possible match: olympic finals.

entering the (at this point) familiar arena, you make your way to the side designated for japan. your seat is pretty close to the front, but still high enough so that you can see all of the court. that part is important, since your tobio rarely stays in one spot when he's out there.

you pull out your phone, shooting a text to your friend and then one to tobio, despite the fact that he definitely won't see it until after the game. you're pulled out of your focus by a man with a microphone held to your face.

"miss japan! miss (l/n), are you excited to be here today?" he looks at you excitedly, camera aimed at your face.

you can never seem to escape the 'reporters' from random news sites, especially here. it's not too surprising that they want to know your reaction to your boyfriend being in the finals. you don't want to seem rude, though, so once you recover from the shock of being interrupted, you respond calmly.

"of course i am. i'm lucky to have someone i know and love playing, too." you smile at the camera, waving to anyone who will end up watching this (which is always more people than you think). you can practically hear gushiken-san talking about what a great client he has. 'so humble!'

"yes, kageyama tobio. his performance has been amazing these past few games." he looks at you, expectantly.

"i think his performance is always amazing, but i'm also biased," you joke.

the man smiles at you, the two of you going back and forth for a few more questions, mainly about you and your most recent projects (shouldn't they be focused on the event you're at?), along with digging for any possible hints on where you'll be modeling next.

finally, he thanks you for your time and you're left alone. your attention then shifts to the court, where brazil has gone out to warm up.

your heartbeat picks up its pace, nervous and excited simultaneously.

it's almost time.

when the japanese team walks out, your eyes immediately fall onto number 20. even his warmup is flawless. you barely register the time passing, gaze locked on tobio like he's the only man on earth.

the whistle, signifying the end of warmups and for the teams to lineup, brings you back to reality. this is really happening. this is what he's worked so hard for.

this is his destiny.

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finals. olympic finals. a game away from total victory, or bitter defeat.

his heart has been pounding for the entirety of the last set. tobio has always been able to keep his cool during matches, but something about the pressure of the biggest match in the entire world has managed to creep into his head. it even cost the team a point earlier. a foot fault has rarely ever happened to him before, yet here of all games it would. tobio knows he has to put that behind him, though, especially with the score now.

28-27. match point. and he's up to serve.

slowly moving back behind the line, a chill goes down his spine. the arena feels dead silent, despite the sheer number of spectators. he closes his eyes, pushing out a final exhale as his ears barely register the whistle.

this is it.

his entire life has led up to this exact moment. his serve undoubtedly making or breaking the game, and his reputation. it feels as though the weight of the world is on his shoulders, crushing him and depriving his lungs of air. like sinking deep underwater, he's nearly swallowed whole.

a saving grace is waiting for him, in the form of you. he pictures your beautiful face, smiling up at him like he's the only man in the entire world. like he's invincible.

tobio knows you're watching him right now. what are you thinking? about that missed serve earlier, and how lame he is? no. that thought is quickly swiped away. he thinks of how you'll run up to him as soon as the game is over, win or lose, take him in your arms and kiss him like no one is watching. he can't wait.

with complete precision, he tosses the ball up, going through his footwork as if in slow motion. he's done this a million times before, and yet this is different.

at the apex of his jump, he meets the ball. he swears he can see you now, hands over your mouth, gripping tightly in anticipation. he's sure he's never slammed the ball harder.

the ball drills into the back left corner, shanked by brazil's opposite.

the arena immediately becomes deafening, shouts and cheers erupting from every single side of kageyama as he barely registers that he ended the olympics on an ace. his teammates are crowding him, excited (especially bokuto), and yet all he can think of is you.

the next several minutes are spent awarding the medals, kageyama standing with his team on the first place podium. despite this being one of the greatest moments of his life, his face lacks a visible smile. he's glancing around the arena, searching throughout the crowd.

a tap on his shoulder finally pulls him out of it, though he turns around to be met with the girl he was looking for, you.

his eyes widen for a split second before you basically throw yourself onto him, hugging him so tightly that you can feel the cold medal through your shirt. tobio's arms quickly wrap around you, and even despite the sweat you move closer to him.

"i'm so proud of you." you smile brightly, amazed by this man that you're lucky enough to call your boyfriend. your hands have found their way to his cheeks, thumbs at the edge of his lips.

kageyama's never been big on pda, but he just won an olympic gold medal and has the prettiest girl in the world by his side. he can let a kiss with you slide, especially when you're looking at him like that.

you drown out the cheers and ignore the flashing of several cameras, lost in your love for tobio. it's only you and your lover, locked in a kiss full of emotion and yet simply enough to convey your feelings.

when the two of you pull away, it's like you suddenly remember just where you are, and you feel slightly shy (which is shocking, for you). tobio, on the other hand, is smiling down at you. really smiling, the smile that he told you people always thought was 'creepy', but you loved because you know it's genuine.

unfortunately, the two of you are pulled out of your moment together.

"kageyama, that was absolutely amazing! how are you feeling after such an amazing moment?!" a reporter rapidly speaks, trying to be heard over the loud environment. unlike the one interviewing you earlier, this woman appears to be from a more official american news station, trying to get an interview from the man who won japan the game.

tobio looks between her and the camera, confused, before he leans into the microphone.

"i love my girlfriend," comes his very choppy english. you can't stop yourself from smiling brightly, the camera turning to focus on you behind him.

he pulls you away after that, and you shoot the reporter and cameraman an apologetic look before following after him eagerly.

"thank you, hon." you joke, commenting on his earlier answer to the woman.

he looks to you. "it's true."

you lean up to kiss him again, hands tenderly holding his shoulders.

"i know. you're so sweet to me… can i wear your medal for a sec?" you eye the big circle of gold.

kageyama can only roll his eyes at your quick shift, though he still ends up taking the medal off and over his head, placing it on you like you've just created all of the stars in the sky.

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"tobio, what flavor should we get? i'm stuck between strawberry shortcake and fudge brownie." you stare through the glass case at the grocery store, pondering about the endless assortment of ice cream.

in the reflection, you can see your boyfriend aimlessly looking around the aisle, before his eyes catch onto your figure. you catch his lips turn up so subtly that you'd have never noticed it if he wasn't the love of your life.

he ponders your statement for a second, before coming up next to you and opening the case, grabbing both of the cartons you listed. you look up at him, confused.

"why not both?" he turns back to you, small smile still present.

you smile brightly at him, entranced. he's so perfect.

"i love you, tobio."

"i love you, (y/n)."

you let yourself fall into his side (the arm where he's not holding the ice cream, of course), wrapping your arm around his back as he does the same to you.

on your way to the self-checkout, you snatch one of the magazines on the edge of an aisle, plastered with a photo of you and tobio after his medal was awarded. you skim the bubble in the bottom right corner, one questioning any talk of marriage between the two of you.

you jokingly point to the bubble, showing it to your boyfriend.

"what do you have to say to this, hm?"

tobio eyes it, quickly reading before he smiles at you and kisses your head. he turns away to pay for the ice cream, ignoring your question.

"hey!"

"patience…"

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actually back now i swear

I've been lazy I'm so sorry loves. but I got a random burst of inspiration and am almost done with a pt 2 to a well-loved story of mine... expect it either tomorrow or monday <3

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my yearly tsukishima obsession is back in full swing... currently working on a request with him but let me know if you have any ideas for him <3

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Heyy! Since you’re taking requests, can I request a tsukishima who gets baby fever after seeing reader take care/baby sit Yamaguchi’s child, idk it sounds so sweeeeet in my head😭😭🩷 no rush though, take care!

okay, this ask is like a year old. i'm SO sorry about that. i hope you enjoy, regardless. soft kei is best kei. thank you for the wonderful request <3

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opening your eyes, you see that your car has finally made it to your destination. you and your husband of about a year are visiting a good friend of both of you, yamaguchi tadashi, at his home. speaking of your husband, you turn to see him looking at you expectantly, waiting to open his door until you're fully awake.

tsukishima kei, the man of your dreams and the love of your life. the two of you had met in university and hit it off relatively quickly. he was studying history and archaeology because he had a thing for dinosaurs (he very much still has a thing for dinosaurs), and you thought he was adorable despite his initial demeanor. the serious, jerkish persona was the most evident part of him, though after you got to know him you discovered many other facets to his personality that had you falling in love. you dated for a few years, and finally married last summer at a destination wedding attended by just your parents and chosen friends.

since then, you guys have been extremely busy finalizing information with your marriage, house, and your job. kei already had his job at the sekai city museum lined up directly out of college, but you weren't as lucky. after months of job searching and apartment hunting, everything has worked out. now you have the time to see your friends on a more regular basis again.

"ready?" he asks you. you only smile and nod at him before you open your door. walking up the steps to tadashi's front door, you aren't surprised when you knock and find the door is unlocked.

"come in guys!" you hear his friendly voice from another room, further in the house.

unfortunately, yachi is working. otherwise, your close friend would have without a doubt been waiting at the door for the two of you. she had already apologized profusely to you, via both texts and calls. you promised her you understood, not that you would ever be upset with her anyways.

kicking your outdoor shoes off and replacing them with slippers, kei takes your light jacket off of your shoulders and hangs it for you. your eyes are drawn to your beautiful husband (he 'hates' when you call him that), his face solemn though you know he's excited to see his best friend again. finally, the two of you make your way towards the direction of tadashi's voice.

"long time no see!" tadashi jokes, and you smile brightly.

"it's so nice to see you tadashi" you kindly smile. in his arms sits a little baby. "who's this little angel?" you ask. you've seen pictures of the little boy, both on social media and from tadashi and hitoka themselves. he's only a few months old, but he's grown very fast. you want to scream from how cute he looks when he randomly pops up on your feed.

"this is my son, haru", he replies. at the sound of his own name, haru opens his eyes to gaze up at his dad.

"he's so cute!" you compliment, "can i hold him?". your arms already extended before he answers, and you don't miss kei's playful scoff at your eagerness.

"excited much?" he snarks. you jokingly roll your eyes at him before you again gesture to yamaguchi.

"of course! and again, hitoka's really upset she couldn't be here. yajakudo always needs her at the most random times" he apologized. he carefully hands the baby over to you, and you make sure his head is supported. he's looking up at you with the most incredulous, wide eyes that remind you of his mother.

"it's no problem at all, that girl worries too much. now go away! have some well-deserved catchup time. haru's safe with me."

again, hearing his name makes haru look up at you and smile, two little teeth poking out already. you can't stop yourself from the audible 'aww' that comes out, coaxing him to smile even bigger.

you sit yourself down with the child on the sofa and leave the guys to talk in the attached kitchen. it's close enough for them to still see you (not that tadashi doesn't trust you, it's just his dad instincts. and kei just likes looking at you), but far enough where you can't hear them in case they discuss something more private.

your heart swells at the adorable baby's sweet (mostly) gummy smile. you can't keep the grin off your face, babbling incoherent nonsense that makes haru laugh. it's the perfect positive feedback loop of happiness. you and kei haven't really talked much about children yet, since the two of you had really only just gotten settled into your lives together. you knew you wanted them eventually, though. haru seemed to be trying to push that to sooner rather than later.

from the other room, kei is trying his best to keep himself composed. he can barely focus on whatever tadashi is telling him about, eyes instead trained on you. his beautiful wife (you love when he calls you that), looking like a natural is almost too much. he hadn't considered the two of you having children just yet, (you'd only just found an apartment after all), though seeing you right now had him rethinking everything.

"you want one?" tadashi chuckles. he'd been caught.

kei lets out a signature, unconscious 'tch', but his best friend can see right through him. finally, he tears his eyes away from you to look at his friend. he certainly doesn't catch himself looking over at you every once in a while after that.

you only get up once haru has been asleep in your arms for a few minutes. carefully handing him back to tadashi, you quietly thank him and promise to visit again soon. he bids the both of you goodbye, offering kei a wink and goofy gesture. your husband rolls his eyes at this, heading over to the car where you're already waiting.

once you're both in, he doesn't start the car. very unusual for him, since tsukishima kei typically loves getting away from social events as quickly as possible. you turn to face him, trying to gauge if something's wrong. you're sure he can feel your eyes on him, even if he's blind as a bat.

he doesn't look at you, and doesn't even break from his usual monotone:

"let's have a baby"

"WHAT?"

you're suddenly woken up in the middle of the night to loud wails coming from another room.

somewhat reluctantly, you push up onto your elbows before stepping out of bed and onto the cold hardwood floor. a chill goes up your spine from the contact, but you can still hear the shrill noise from across the hall, so you put your slippers on and make your way towards the source of the noise (neglecting to notice the other half of your bed is already empty).

the light yellow room would be almost entirely dark, if not for the bright full moon shining through the window (and the moon nightlight, too). it is now peacefully quiet, with the noise of a small fan in the corner being the only sound you can register at first.

unsurprisingly, your husband is already there, holding your baby girl close to him. kei always seems to beat you to your daughter's room. he's whispering something you can't quite hear to her. even though she's mere months old and doesn't understand the meaning behind his words, she always loves to hear his voice (something the two of you have in common). her eyes beginning to close again, your heart melts at this little life the two of you have created.

looking up to kei's face, his eyes are bright despite being woken up at 2am. your husband has never been one to broadcast his positive emotions, but you know inside he's happy. your arm finds its way around his back, and his eyes switch down to you.

"was it worth it?" you ask him lightheartedly, whispering.

kei looks out the window, at the endless expanse of sky. he's held down by the warmth of his daughter and wife, his two favorite girls in the entire world. he doesn't know how he got so lucky, but in this moment there's nowhere and no one else he'd rather be.

his mouth turns upward, genuine and true.

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I'M DONE WITH MY FIRST YEAR!!!

in more exciting news, I've actually gotten some inspiration back on kiss me more??? so I'm anticipating a new chapter for you guys sometime this week <3

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bungeoppang cat and jindo choco taco :)))

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bad idea right? (bokuto x reader)

this has been in the drafts for a while, sorry! it's based off of the olivia rodrigo song of the same name :)

also the osamu x reader is still coming but bokuto just always find his way back into my brain <3

warnings: suggestive themes (nothing explicit), language?

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why on earth would you do this to yourself?

you're on your way to your lecture on ancient rome (yay). it's a distribution requirement, and it's one of the only classes that takes attendance, so you have to actually show up to lectures to pass (otherwise you definitely wouldn't). it's just your luck that it's a 9 am, so you have the pleasure of being up bright and early. days like this make you wonder why you didn't just get this class out of the way freshman year. it had seemed pointless at the time, but you were immensely regretting it now that you were one of the only juniors in it.

much like other days you have this class, you make yourself more presentable in an attempt to encourage yourself to not feel half-dead. this mostly entails ditching your normal comfortable sweatsuit for a nicer ensemble. you also opted for some makeup and spent more time on your hair than usual; all to say that even though you feel like death, at least you're smoking hot.

you put your phone away once you reach the building your class is in. walking through the front doors, your eyes immediately fly to a familiar white-gray and black hairstyle.

it had to be him. the even more familiar back all but confirms it.

koutarou, your ex-boyfriend.

you'd broken up with him a few months ago for several reasons, with one being most apparent: you were sick of always coming second to his sport. he was always busy with volleyball, which was something you were willing to accept at first. it became an issue for you when he would stand you up on dates because he had stayed at practice longer than he should've, or when he'd hang out with his teammates more than he did with you.

knowing him, he definitely hadn't been doing these things on purpose. unfortunately, he was entirely oblivious when it came to most things. he can't help the way he is, and you would have felt like a bad person if you asked him to change.

that's why you decided to let him go.

there's still a dull ache in your chest when you think about him. it turns into a painful throb that targets your heart (and something else in your joggers) when you see him in person. you're feeling it now as you try to avert your eyes from him, but it's like there's an invisible force keeping your gaze trained on him.

you breeze past him, turning around to see if he notices you. to no surprise, he's staring directly at you, his gorgeous eyes piercing your soul. he's always had a knack for sensing your presence, though you're the same way with him. every time you see him, your stomach fills with both butterflies and pain.

unfortunately for you, you run into him more than your better judgement would probably wish for. the two of you met by being in a few of the same classes though, so it only made sense that you still see him so much in passing. and that he's in this same lecture because he didn't have the time in his schedule to take it earlier on, which is actually what made you somewhat excited for this class back when the two of you were still together. now it's just a nagging reminder of what you no longer have.

oh, and of course he plays on the renowned men's volleyball team, so it's impossible to avoid his face on the posters that are literally everywhere.

you take a seat around the middle of the class and try to clear your mind from the one man that never seems to leave it. out of the corner of your eye, you see him sitting down on the opposite end of the hall, though in the same row. roughly 20 auditorium seats are between you and your ex. you don't dare to look over until you notice another figure appear on the same side: a relatively cute looking girl sits down merely two seats away from him.

you aren't together anymore, you shouldn't be annoyed at this girl (who was probably entirely innocent, but out of everywhere in the lecture hall she had to sit there?) for just attending class.

but you are.

head now buried in phone, you check the weather app and aimlessly tap on different apps, searching for anything to distract you from this whirlwind of emotions you're feeling.

you look up one last time, to get a better look at the girl of course.

he's already looking at you.

maybe it wasn't a good idea to decline your roommates offer to join them going out. that way, you wouldn't have had so much time alone with your feelings. you certainly wouldn't have access to the box in the bottom of your closet, which holds sentimental items from kou that you haven't been able to bring yourself to throw away.

now, you've pulled that box out and begin to go through it on the floor of your bedroom.

the box is filled nearly to the brim with things he'd given you over the course of your relationship. cards for valentines day and other important occasions, a bracelet he had a matching version of, a stuffed owl he bought because supposedly it 'reminded him of you'. the worst part though were the printed out pictures, polaroids and the like.

staring back at yourself when you were far happier than you are in this moment is like a punch to the gut. the familiar lump in your throat worsens as you flip through more of the pictures, each one reviving memories of fun experiences and reaffirming your love.

the two of you at some random frat party, out to dinner with friends, one taken by a campus photographer that you printed because his face looked totally goofy.

your palms began to sweat when you got to a certain photo.

the picture was taken with one of the team manager's digital cameras, giving a slight fuzzy quality, but you still remember everything about the moment. it was of you and him after his team had won a particularly big tournament. he had been so happy (and sweaty), and ran to find you to see if you saw him. after confirming that you did, in fact, see him and that you were very proud of him, the manager caught you and offered a picture to commemorate the win.

so, your handsome boy wrapped his arms around you and smiled brighter than the sun, causing you to do the same, head comfortably on his chest. this one had always been one of your favorites. kou always loved it too. "my two favorite things in one picture! what's not to like?" he'd say.

those words echo in your mind. he would've been willing to make it work. he had told you as much when you broke things off, but you were clouded by negative emotions at the time.

if you look deep within yourself, you know that you aren't over him. the love you two shared was like no other, even if it had only been for a little over a year.

sometimes, it takes all of your self control to keep yourself from texting his number (which you probably should've blocked by now).

unfortunately, you don't have very much self control today, and your phone is within reach of the mess you've made of the items from the box. your fingers move faster than your brain even can, and when you blink again you're staring directly at a blue message.

'i miss you'

the contact name causes your heart to drop, wondering what just possessed you to send that. you feel your stomach flip and throat run dry, tears threatening to run down your face. three dots suddenly appear and you hold your breath when you see the message.

'i miss you too'

a rogue tear finally falls down from your eye. is this what you want?

'come over?'

your fate is sealed.

you have the entire drive over to think about what it is you're doing. there are several opportunities for you to turn back, but you never do.

no one else, save for him, knows what exactly you're doing. you haven't texted any of your friends to consult with them, because they would probably call you crazy. you're just reconnecting though, what's so wrong with that.

yeah, you're delusional.

pulling into a spot on the street, you stare up at the house of the volleyball team, a place you used to frequent often. it used to fill you with excitement, though now looking at it your heart is pumping anxiety into your chest.

walking up the path, your thoughts are racing.

is this what you want? to be the kind of girl who folds so easily for her ex?

but that's not necessarily who you are, you don't fold easily for your ex.

it's for koutarou bokuto, the love of your life.

he's worth folding a million times over.

maybe that's why you never blocked his number, or threw away the box with memories of him in it. maybe it's the real reason you always spend so much time getting ready for a 9am: you knew you would see him, and you wanted him to see you.

you knock lightly, hands shaking as you do so.

you're praying that one of his other teammates doesn't answer the door. not to say you didn't like his teammates (you did, actually), you just don't trust yourself to follow through if one of them asks why you're there. you'd probably immediately bolt back to your dorm building if that happens.

seeing you tonight…

it's a bad idea right?

when you're starting to regret this, the door swings open. there stands the most attractive man in the world, hair unusually down, likely from just having taken a shower. that would also explain his lack of shirt, leaving him in sweats that you do your best to keep your eyes away from (for now). your favorite part of this entire image is his face, relieved smile and gorgeous eyes perfectly dilated to take you in.

you can't help but crash into his waiting arms.

fuck it, it's fine.

[raquellemonsta]

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[raquellemonsta]

guys I'm done with my first semester WE ARE SO BACK