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[starshoyo]

DELINQUENTS ★

PAIRING Miya Atsumu x fem!reader

WARNINGS Mention of violence, mention of underage smoking and drinking, mention of past abuse

TAGS delinquent AU, high school AU

IN WHICH you help the school delinquent out one time, and to return the favor, he saves you from your ex harassing you

A/N Idk why I love writing oneshots like these lol. Inspired by Weak Hero!!

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒/𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

ATSUMU YAWNED, THE students avoiding him all natural to him. The strangers who whispered behind their hands and pointed, trying to figure out how he got the new bruise or the healing scar. He scratched the back of his head in irritation.

Fuck, he really wanted a cigarette.

But Kita had made him promise to never smoke at school, and Atsumu knew better than to go against him. Damn it.

He turned the corner of the hallway, finally reaching the vending machines. His eyes scanned the options that never change, deciding to buy the Pepsi. He dug his hand in one pocket of his uniform slacks, then the other. An eyebrow rose.

He then stuck his hands in his jacket pockets, and hung his head low at the realization of the fact that he left his wallet in his bag in the classroom. He let out a sigh, grinding his teeth in annoyance, turning to leave.

“Did you forget your wallet?”

He paused. Did someone just speak to him?

He blinked once, then twice, before scoffing. No, that must’ve been his imagination. Nobody speaks to him. They were always too scared to, which was stupid. It’s not like he would beat them up or anything. He only did that to people who deserved it.

“What were you trying to get?”

Okay, never mind. Someone was definitely speaking to him. He turned around, looking down to meet the eyes of you. And his breath was stolen from him. He parted his mouth open, dumbfounded. “What?” He mumbled.

You smiled up at him, and he tilted his head to the side. “I can buy it for you. Which drink did you want?” Atsumu scoffed again, but this time, at you. “You’d buy a drink for me?” He said in disbelief.

You looked off to the side. “Uh, yeah?” What did he expect? You heard the rumors of Atsumu, sure. You knew he was a delinquent, and you knew his friends were bad news too. But, it was just a drink.

Atsumu eventually shrugged, deeming he didn’t care. “Okay. I want this one.” He pointed to the Pepsi. You smiled again, nodding as you inserted the coins. “You don’t have to pay me back, by the way.” You told him as you pressed the button.

He watched as you leaned and grabbed the bottle out, before holding it out to him. Atsumu laughed. This was the first time someone didn’t treat him like the delinquent he was. “Thanks. I owe ya one.” He pat the top of your head, and you grinned awkwardly.

When he went back to his classroom, he found Suna sitting on his desk, Osamu sitting in the chair. Suna pointed to the drink in his hand as Atsumu approached them. “Wait, how’d ya get that?” He asked, looking at the drink, then at Atsumu’s wallet in his bag, then back up at Atsumu.

The blond shrugged. “A girl got it for me. The one in class five, that was dating that fucking prick, Ryohei.” He said as he opened the bottle. Osamu placed a chip in his mouth, licking the salt off his finger. “Y’mean that rich asshole from that preppy school?”

Atsumu nodded, stealing a chip. “(Name) bought you a drink?” Suna laughed, amused for once. Out of all the people in school, the least troublesome person bought him a drink. “That’s her name?”

“Yeah, she’s really nice.” Samu said, his mouth full and muffling his words. The topic was dropped at that, Atsumu forgetting about the interaction.

It must’ve been two weeks after that. It was late, you just getting off your shift from your part time job. You had your earphones in, seeing all the missed calls from your ex, Ryohei, and your stomach dropping.

He had hit you, once, and you immediately broke up with him on the spot. But Ryohei was persistent. He was rich, snobby, and smart, and it was extremely hard to ignore him. Still, you had been ignoring his calls for weeks now, even if he found new ways to contact you after blocking every number.

But it seemed that your luck had run out, because when you turned the corner into the alley, you stopped in your tracks. Why the hell is he here?

It was him and his douche friends, leaning against the wall and laughing with each other. Ryohei glanced towards your direction, before immediately kicking himself off the wall. “No way, (Name)?” He laughed, smiling.

You frowned, taking a step back to leave. “Wait!” You didn’t waste another second, running in a random direction. The only thing on your mind at the moment was to get out of his sight.

You heard footsteps behind you, but you didn’t look back, just running. You stopped to catch your breath, looking up and seeing another group in the distance of a familiar face. Was that Atsumu?

Him and his group of friends sat outside a convenience store, smoking cigarettes and talking with each other. You knew the three in your grade, Atsumu, his twin brother Osamu, and then Suna. The other two, you’ve seen hang around in the halls sometime. Kita and Aran, if you remembered correctly.

Atsumu, feeling someone staring at him, turned in your general direction. His eyebrows shot up. “Oh, it’s you!” He smiled childishly, waving his arm. If it were any other scenario, maybe you would’ve returned a friendly smile and waved at him, but this wasn’t that.

“(Name).” You looked away from the group, eyes widening as Ryohei caught up to you, his friends following. He glared at you, walking up to you, but caught sight of the group staring at the interaction. You watched as he paused, his fists uncurling.

There was some sick satisfaction in watching Ryohei and his friends look slightly nervous, and dare you say scared. “We need to talk.” He mumbled quietly, glancing back at you.

“Well, if it isn’t Ryohei and his minions from preppy rich little boy’s school.” Atsumu announced loudly, Osamu and Aran laughing. Kita watched intensely, taking a drag of his cigarette with judging eyes. Suna only sighed.

Ryohei shifted on his feet uncomfortably. “I said come on, bitch.” Ryohei decided to say instead, grabbing your wrist and ignoring Atsumu’s remark.

Kita was the first to move, and if Kita moved, then everybody moved. “Alright, hands off.” He said calmly, pushing Ryohei’s arm that was holding you. “What’s your business with our sweet (Name) of Inarizaki high?” Atsumu asked, throwing his arm around your shoulders and pulling you close.

You just let him, being slightly out of it.

Ryohei shut his mouth, only glaring at the group with weak nervousness. “I think we need to talk, don’t you, Kita?” Aran said, pointing between Ryohei and him, dropping his cigarette and snubbing it out under his heel. “I agree.” The grey haired male said, voice smooth and calm but still horrifying, somehow.

“Come on, boys, let’s get to know each other.” Suna smiled, taking two of Ryohei’s friends’ in his arms, leading them away. Aran took one, Kita dragging Ryohei with him as Osamu followed, chuckling. Atsumu stayed behind with you, watching as they disappeared into an alley.

“You alright?” He asked, snapping you out of your daze. You looked up at him, still encased in his arm, before glancing down at the cigarette in his hand. He noticed this, quickly dropping it and stomping it out under his heel. “Shit, do you not like that? Sorry.”

You closed your eyes for a second, forcing yourself to snap out of it. “Um, thanks. Sorry? Yeah, sorry for- you know. And thanks.” You blabbered, stepping out of his embrace and facing him. He shrugged, hands in his pockets.

“I owed you one anyway.” There was silence for a couple heartbeats, your eyes averted to the floor. He reached around, grabbing the phone out of your jacket pocket. You watched dumbfounded as he thumbed at it, before giving it back to you.

“My number. Call me if he bothers you again.” He told you. You slowly nodded, taking your phone back with both hands. “Thanks.” You said softly. He hummed, grinning like an idiot as he brought his hands up and cupped the sides of your face. “You’re so cute.” He practically squealed, pressing an aggressive kiss to your forehead.

“Bye!” He pinched your cheek, brushing past you to probably join his friends in whatever they were doing to Ryohei and his goons, which you didn’t want to imagine. Your fingers brushed your forehead where Atsumu’s lips had just been. What a strange man.

[starshoyo]

YAKUZA’S WIFE ★

PAIRING Sakusa Kiyoomi x fem!reader

WARNINGS Mention of violence

TAGS Wife AU, Yakuza Leader AU, possessive behavior, jealousy

IN WHICH Sakusa is the most feared yakuza leader in Japan, who would do anything for you, his wife. And sometimes, he tends to get a little jealous

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒/𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

THERE WERE UNWRITTEN rules in the yakuza business; an unspoken code of conduct that everybody in the industry followed. But there was one rule that was valued above every other rule: Don’t fuck with Sakusa Kiyoomi.

He was known as a calculated, wise man who did everything with complete and utter focus. All of the decisions he made were thought over a thousand times. He’s buried dozens of bodies with the precision of his gun, and his reputation was no exaggeration.

Anybody in the industry would know his name, and if they were smart, they knew to be loyal and keep their distance.

You meeting Sakusa was purely by chance. Graduating from culinary school, you opened up a small bakery in the city of Tokyo, unaware that the area was Sakusa’s turf. It was love at first sight, as cheeky as it sounds.

After buying the shop, you were struggling to keep your head above the water, drowning in debt from the culinary school and rent.

Any new shop on Sakusa’s turf meant he would have to check it out, and oh, is he glad he did. When he opened the door to your bakery and the bell rung, signaling his arrival, you ducked out from the kitchen, blessing him with an angelic smile.

He was struck with Cupid’s bow. How couldn’t he be?

After his fifth time at the bakery, he finally asked you out for dinner. Your cheeks had bloomed in red. You hadn’t expected the handsome regular to actually be interested in you. He had taken you to a restaurant that was worth your rent, and it was that day that you had found out he was unbelievably wealthy.

It was two months into dating that you found out that he was a yakuza leader.

To be honest, you noticed the small signs. His lawyer, Komori, always being present. His “secretaries”, Bokuto and Atsumu, constantly pulling him aside just to talk about work. Then Hinata, his employee, showing up with new bandages and bruises every week.

They were always in suits, and with Sakusa being so secretive about work, you always had a hunch. But it was when you were at work, selling bread as always.

Then clock had hit 7, and you decided to close for the night, knowing Sakusa would be here soon to pick you up to take you to dinner. A man had walked in, wearing shabby clothes and a hood over his face.

Before you could tell him the store was closed, he pulled out a pocket knife from his pocket, yelling at you to empty the register. You remember everything like a blur. You had been trembling like a newborn fawn, tears dripping down your cheeks as you slowly handed him the money.

Then the door opened again, and Sakusa was there in a second, his fist connecting to the man’s jaw with a smack so hard that you were sure something broke.

Sakusa was a calm man. He was almost emotionless, always monotonous and collected. But this was the first time you’ve seen him… furious. Atsumu, who usually drove them around, had stepped in after hearing the commotion, and had to haul Sakusa off of the man.

Later, at Sakusa’s penthouse, he had held you in his arms like you were fragile, murmuring a thousand apologies into your hair for keeping such a secret, and showing you such a scene. “I would never hurt you,” He promised, kissing your tears away.

That day only seemed like yesterday, despite it being two whole years ago. You were now married, over a year. Kiyoomi, you called him now. He was your loving husband, who was scary to the world but a big softie to you.

You had long quit that bakery, Kiyoomi practically begging you to let him take care of you. It took months for him to finally convince you to let him take care of your debt, and to move in with him. You were all against it at first, feeling horrible for using his money, but he truly insisted, and how could ever say no to him?

“Flower,” Kiyoomi called, a nickname he gave you. He held his hand out for you to take, and you smiled, letting him help you get out of the car. “Have a good night!” Atsumu yelled from inside the car. “Thanks, ‘Tsumu.” You quickly said, before shutting the door.

“You look beautiful as always.” Your husband hummed, placing a kiss to your cheek and wrapping an arm around your waist. “Only because you take such good care of me, Omi.” You told him, hand on his chest. He smiled, one of those small ones that only you could really notice.

Tonight was date night, dining at a hotel restaurant of Kuroo, a business partner who had just opened the grand luxury hotel. As Kiyoomi walked you into the hotel, you didn’t fail to notice the way employees ducked their head deeply, some holding their breaths.

This was another thing that had bothered you, at first, but now, it was the norm. The restaurant was absolutely gorgeous, bustling with people and jazz music being played live in the corner. “Oh, wow. Kuroo outdid himself.” You gasped. “Do you like it?” Sakusa asked, studying your face.

You absentmindedly nodded, still amazed at the architecture. “Then we’ll come here again, soon.” He promised.

A host walked up to the two of you. “Hello, do you have reservations?” It wasn’t uncommon for people not to recognize Kiyoomi. He nodded. “Yes, under Sakusa.” He said, his voice as monotonous as ever. The host repeated the name under his breath a couple times as he checked the list, before furrowing his brows.

“Well, it doesn’t seem like you’re on the list here, sir. Are you sure you made a reservation?” The host raised an eyebrow, face full of doubt. From the corner of your eye, you saw your husband’s eye twitch in irritation. “Yes, we were invited by the owner of this hotel.” You answered instead, trying to cool the tension with a grin.

The host didn’t respond, looking to you, then at Sakusa, then back at the list with a sigh. This time, your eye twitched in irritation. Asshole. “Mr. Sakusa and Mrs. Sakusa, what a pleasure to have you here!” You heard a panicked voice boom, an older male rushing towards the both of you.

You checked the badge on his chest, reading “Floor Manager”. “The pleasure is ours.” You answered, leaning into your husband’s side with a smile. Kiyoomi only huffed. “Apparently, we don’t have a reservation.” Anybody could recognize the pure annoyance in his tone.

“Omi.” You warned. He looked away like a guilty child.

“It’s alright, we can come back another day.” You offered, but the manager shook his head furiously. “Nonsense! I’m sure it’s a fault in our system! We’ll get a table ready as soon as we can. Again, I apologize.” He bowed repeatedly. He then turned to the young host, gently smacking his arm.

“What the hell are you standing there for? Go get a table ready now.” He whisper yelled, rushing off with him. You were left with silence, the two of your staring at their retreating forms. “…I’m telling Kuroo about this.” Kiyoomi said, which translated to “I’m getting that host fired”.

You scowled, hitting his chest with the back of your hand. “Oh, stop whining. We were able to get a table, so who cares?” You sighed, even though you were equally irritated with that ill mannered host.

Despite the incident with the reservations, your new host was awfully polite, the music calming, and the food tasting better than anything you’ve ever eaten. Despite being with him for over two years, you found yourself falling impossibly harder ever conversation.

During the course, Kuroo came out to greet the two of you as well, his catlike smile never changing. You knew Kuroo was just as involved with the yakuza industry as Sakusa, but in a different way.

When the night came to an end, you had headed to the bar on the other side of the restaurant, Kuroo saying that the drinks were on him in apology for the mix up with the reservations and staff.

“Order yourself a drink, I have to take a call from Komori.” Kiyoomi told you, pressing a firm kiss to your temple. “Alright.” You hummed, taking a seat on the stool.

He walked out, never missing the way his face completely changed into his business one. He walked out of the restaurant and into the hall, leaving you alone. “Hi, (Name).” You heard a familiar, quiet voice. You looked up, surprised to see Kenma working behind the bar.

“Oh, hi! I didn’t know you work here?” You grinned, leaning in. Kenma was a professional hacker who worked under Kuroo, who helped out Sakusa when it was necessary. He was quiet and introverted, but was surprisingly good company. “Only when I’m bored. Do you want something?”

You nodded. “A cranberry martini, please.” He nodded, moving around the bar to make you a drink. In the meantime, you pulled out your purse, powdering your face and touching up your makeup. There were less customers now, the lights dimmed than before to add to the ambience.

The upbeat New Orleans style jazz that was playing earlier has now turned into slow blues. There were only old couples and guests who have probably put their children to sleep. “Here.” Kenma slid your drink across the counter.

“Thanks.” You picked up the glass, taking a sip. You smiled at the taste, watching as Kenma disappeared to the other side of the long bar to wash some glasses. “Is it good?” You heard a new voice. You turned around, flinching at the stranger who was too close for your liking.

You looked him up and down, trying to figure out if he was a friend of Kiyoomi’s or purely an idiot trying to hit on you. “Get one yourself and find out.” Your words were unkind, and you turned back around, hoping he’d get the hint and leave.

“Aww, come on! Don’t be like that.” He laughed, taking a seat on the stool next to you. You wanted to groan in his face. You let out a silent sigh, before turning to face him. “Look, if you’re looking for company, you won’t find it here.” You told him, setting the martini down on the counter.

You glanced back at Kenma, who was oblivious to this stranger hitting on you. He was chatting with a customer, too busy to notice. You frowned. “Oh, why? Come on, let me buy you another drink.” The stranger insisted, leaning in. You blinked, face scrunching in disgust as you leaned away.

“No thank you. I’m married, alright?” He glanced at your hand, and sure enough saw the diamond ring. That didn’t seem to be enough to stop him, though. “Well, I don’t see your husband anywhere.” He chuckled.

“Turn around.” The voice was heavy and low. You looked past the man’s frame and saw your husband with an all too familiar look on his face. Furious.

“M-Mr. Sakusa!” The man squeaked pathetically, jumping out of the seat. You blinked in surprise. Wait, this guy knew him? “I- You- I didn’t know-” He stammered, slowly backing away. He flinched when his back hit the chest of someone new.

He slowly turned around, face to face with Kuroo, who tutted his tongue. “Now, this won’t do. Should I have a word with him for you, Sakusa?” Kuroo asked with his eyes still trained on the shorter male, obviously entertained. Kiyoomi put his hand on your lower back, motioning for you to stand up.

He grabbed your bag and your coat. “Yes. I’m leaving with my wife.” He said blatantly, and turned to stare at your forgotten martini as he walked you towards the exit. “But my drink.” You frowned.

“We have wine, flower.” He told you softly, his voice completely different from the bloodlust filled tone earlier. You didn’t miss the way he glared at the stranger as you passed by him.

You giggled. “You’re so cute when you’re jealous.” You held his hand, and he immediately gripped back. “I’m not cute.” He rolled his eyes, acting annoying as if he didn’t love it. “Whatever you say, Omi.”

When you went back the next week, Kiyoomi keeping his promise of taking you back to the restaurant soon, you had noticed that the rude host was nowhere to be seen.

And according to Kenma, Kiyoomi had visited the hotel after you had fallen asleep that night you got hit on, and the stranger left looking like hell rained down on him.

[starshoyo]

VICTORIA’S SECRET II ★

PAIRING Bokuto Koutarou x fem!reader

WARNINGS None

TAGS Bokuto’s down bad, you’re still sexy asf, finally they kiss

IN WHICH Bokuto and his friends are invited to watch you on the Victoria’s Secret fashion show, and he just falls even harder

A/N The show and themes are based off of the 2005 Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show

<- 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 | 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒/𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

“HOW THE HELL did you manage to get backstage tickets, Bo?” Kuroo asked, shaking the man’s shoulders as he looked around and the stage crew running around. The models were still getting ready, including you.

It had been months since you first met Bokuto, and after asking many friends, you were able to get in touch with him. Since you were out of the country, it was impossible to see him, but you spent almost every night texting and calling.

And despite his busy schedule along yours, he always somehow made time for you. You liked him, a lot. He was so different, so interesting. He was an idiot, sure, but there was something charming about his idiocy.

This would be the first time seeing each other since that day, and it was strange to think about how much closer you were, despite not having seen each other.

You had gifted him four VIP tickets, which also meant backstage passes. When Bokuto had told his best friend, Kuroo, about the tickets, he had immediately “volunteered” to go. When he was asking around on his team, of course, Atsumu and Hinata begged to go.

Well, the two were more curious about you and Bokuto than the show, but still.

“I told you, Kuroo. I have a friend who’s going to be on the runway.” Bokuto said shyly, the tips of his ears burning red. The raven haired man cocked his head, squinting his eyes. “A friend? You’re friends with a Victoria’s Secret angel?”

“More like girlfriend.” Atsumu teased, causing Bokuto to even blush deeper. “You should’ve seen him when he first met her, Kuroo-san! He was like a deer in headlights!” Hinata barked innocently, but this caused Kuroo to cackle, and Bokuto to scowl.

“Bokuto!” You called, trying your best to run over to him with your pin heels. Bokuto glanced over to the familiar voice, but the second his eyes landed on you, his blushed impossible harder.

Suddenly, he wished he didn’t bring his friends backstage. He wanted to be the only one able to see you like this, ignoring the fact that they would see you later anyways on the runway.

You were wearing two piece blue set with what seemed like fur lining the straps of your bra, and a matching Santa hat. Bokuto gulped. He tried to shut off his mind, practically burning holes into your eyes at how hard he was staring at them, forcing his eyes not to look down.

“You made it!” You chirped, a big smile on your face. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” His words were said breathlessly, because damn, you really were just that. Breathtaking. You smiled softly at him, nothing but adoration in your sparkling eyes. He had to look away.

“Uh, these are my friends! Atsumu and Hinata, my teammates, and Kuroo, a friend and business partner, I guess.” He shrugged. “You came to our game against the Adlers, right?” Atsumu asked, holding out his hand for you to shake.

“Yeah, actually. I’m impressed you remember me.” You hummed, shaking his hand. “I remembered you too! Bokuto-san won’t shut up about you!” Hinata chimed in, his words careless as always. Bokuto slapped his palm on his face, shaking his head.

“So you guys are just… friends?” Kuroo teased, crossing his arms. It was your turn to turn red, fiddling with your fingers. “Shut up, Kuroo!” Whined Bokuto, hands on his face to hide his impossibly redder face.

A small buzzer went off, and you cleared your throat. “That’s- I have to go. But um, thanks for coming! I’ll see you after the show.” You pointed to the sound, taking a few steps back. “Good luck!” Bokuto waved enthusiastically, his friends doing the same.

As soon as you were out of sight, Bokuto elbowed Kuroo’s side, making the latter groan in pain. “Don’t embarrass me, man!” He cried. Kuroo laughed through his pain. “Oh, even without Kuroo-san, it’s so obvious you like her!” Hinata rolled his eyes, Atsumu snickering next to him.

“Alright, alright. Let’s get to our seats.” He ushered, pushing everyone towards the exit.

The stage was as beautiful as you, the runway covered in glitter. There were big props that shouted Christmas, which would make sense, considering it was nearing. There was a big present box, a giant stuffed bear, a candy cane, and more.

Celebrities sat here and there, Hinata grabbing Atsumu’s arm and pointing at each of them in excitement. “You’re a celebrity too,” Atsumu had to remind him. After sitting in their seats for a while, listening to a man play his jazz on his trumpet as an opening act, the show finally started.

Upbeat rock music started, and then, the stage turned. The box’s cover came off, and all the models who were standing inside were revealed. Bokuto, for the second time, felt like he was struck with Cupid’s bow. His mouth parted open, and he watched as it finally became your turn.

You walked more gracefully than you had when you were running up to him earlier, hips shaking and eyes sexy. You were holding what seemed to be like a stuffed doll, matching the fabric of your outfit.

You smiled, and something about it was naughty. You glanced to the side as you walked, pointing at a camera on the side before fluttering your fingers.

You turned to the other side of the runway, and your eyes met his. It was like electricity shocked the both of you, Bokuto’s breath stuttering. And then, you brought your hand up to your mouth, and blew him a kiss. His back went straight, and he shrunk in his seat in shyness.

To everybody else, it seemed like a kiss to the crowd—fan service. But he knew that it was a little secret between you and him.

Before he had time to even react, you were at the end of the runway, doing your two poses, before turning and starting to walk back. Thankfully, Kuroo, his loyal wingman, nudged Bokuto out of his trance. “Blow a kiss back, idiot!” He whisper yelled.

When your eyes met his again, he smiled widely, bringing both hands to his lips and blowing a kiss dramatically. You bit your bottom lip to stop yourself from looking like a fool with a giant smile, and decided to settle on winking back at him.

As the show went on, every time you had walked, your eyes met his, and the two of you would interact in some way. It was small, and went unnoticed by everyone else. It was your little secret.

And that’s just how it was between the two of you. There was no need for words. Somehow, there was chemistry, and you could have a thousand conversations through the eyes alone.

When the show came to an end, Bokuto slumped back in his seat. He stared off into the space in front of him. “Hm? The show’s over, Bokkun.” Atsumu hummed curiously.

“I’m going to tell her how I feel.” He said suddenly, like a man under a spell. Hinata scoffed. “Finally!” Kuroo rolled his eyes, slapping Bokuto’s back harshly. “Well? Go on backstage! We’ll be outside.”

Bokuto did just that, quickly getting on his feet and making his way backstage. All these months, he’s been head over heels with you, but there was that strange hesitation. He just… wasn’t absolutely sure yet.

But today was confirmation enough. He needed you. Only you. You were the only one who could make his heart pound this way, and send electricity up his spine. You were kind and gentle, but equally confident and scandalous.

You seemed to be looking for him too, because you practically ran into Bokuto’s large frame. “Bokuto!” You said in surprise, standing back and looking up at him with wide eyes, blessing his ears with the way you said his name.

You were still in your last outfit, a silk periwinkle colored set with big, gorgeous bows on each piece. You were so close to him, hands on his chest and looking up at him, his hands gently intertwined behind your waist, keeping you close.

“You… You’re amazing.” He only said, staring into your eyes like you were the most precious thing ever. And it only made you fall harder. He didn’t call you sexy, or hot.

Hell, he didn’t even call you pretty. Instead, he called you amazing, like you were more than just your appearance.

“Well, kiss me like you mean it, Bokuto.” You said quietly. He held you even tighter, a bright smile lighting up his face as if he were a man in a desert who had just been offered water.

He leaned down, pressing his lips against yours, and it felt like a fresh breath of air. “Finally”, you both said in your minds, grasping each other like you were to disappear into thin air if you hadn’t.

You had been waiting for this moment for months, wondering what it would feel like for his strong arms to hold you like this with such gentle care, as if you were a flower.

He pulled away, pressing another kiss to the corner of your mouth before looking into your eyes with such intensity that it made your shiver with excitement. “Let me be yours?” He asked, eyes searching your face. You grinned from ear to ear. “Be mine.”

[starshoyo]

VICTORIA’S SECRET ★

PAIRING Bokuto Koutarou x fem!reader

WARNINGS none

TAGS Love at first sight, you’re sexy asf, time skip AU, you’re a model

IN WHICH you’re a Victoria’s Secret runway model, who decided to take your nephew to meet his star, MSBY Black Jackals’ Bokuto Koutarou. And immediately, he’s struck by Cupid’s bow.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 -> | 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒/𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

YOUR NINE YEAR old nephew held your hand tightly, jumping up and down in excitement as you stood on the sidelines of the court, waiting in line to get an autograph from his favorite player, Bokuto Koutarou.

You weren’t a fan of volleyball, but the MSBY Black Jackals were popular enough that you’ve seen their faces in commercials and advertisements. It just turned out that the team was playing in your hometown, and your nephew was dying to go.

His parents were busy with work, so you volunteered to take him. It was the least you could do after being overseas for so long, barely having any time to visit your older brother and his family.

You had been preparing for this year Victoria’s Secret show, which was in a couple months. This would be your last week in Japan before leaving, so this would be considered quality time with your nephew before disappearing for a little while again.

Keita, your nephew, gripped your hand hard as the line towards his star got shorter and shorter. “He’s so cool! He was one of the top five aces back in high school. You saw him earlier, didn’t you?” He buzzed.

You held his signboard in your arms, laughing at his excitement. You have to admit, the match was fun to watch. Both teams were skillful, and you couldn’t have imagined that watching sports would be this nerve wracking.

You could also kind of understand why Keita liked Bokuto so much. He was cheerful and new, riling up the crowd every time he served. You found yourself smiling and laughing every single time.

You finally reached the front of the line, but Keita decided he was shy, hiding himself behind your frame. “Keita? Come on.” You urged, smiling softly as he only buried himself into your back. You playfully rolled your eyes, finally turning your head to Bokuto.

“Sorry. May I have your autograph?” You smiled, holding out the signboard and pen towards him. Bokuto, however, stood still with his mouth parted open. You waited awkwardly, tilting your head to the side.

Atsumu, who was watching from far away, snickered. “Oh no, he’s fallen.” Hinata raised a brow. “Fell? Where?” He yelled, peering through the crowd to look for a body on the floor. “Not where, for who.” He gestured, pointing discreetly at Bokuto, who was rigid.

“Um… an autograph, please?” You asked again, and that seemed to finally snap Bokuto out of his trance. “Huh? Oh, sure!” He said, a little too loudly, taking the board and pen out of your hands, glancing at you as he signed slowly.

“Are you… a fan?” He asked slowly, looking down at you. You raised your brows in surprise, taken off guard. “Oh, well, my nephew’s a big fan.” You said, pushing Keita’s back gently. He finally stepped forward, head bowed down in bashfulness. Bokuto brightened up.

“Oh, wow! We’re matching!” He cackled, pointing back in forth between his own jersey and Keita’s. “Yeah! I- I really want to become a pro, like you!” He managed to say, cheeks red.

Bokuto kneeled down, handing the board to him. “Well, I’ll be your first fan, then.” He hummed, patting his head. You smiled softly at the interaction, Bokuto standing back up and looking at you. This time, it was his cheeks that were reddening.

“You- I feel like I’ve seen you before, somewhere.” He murmured, hands on his hips. “Well…” You shrugged, pointing to the letters on your tank top that said “Victoria’s Secret”. His eyes widened. “Seriously?”

You laughed, nodding. “Seriously.” A staff member checked his watch, telling you that your time was up. You tapped Keita’s shoulder, quirking your head towards the athlete. “Thank you for your autograph.” He thanked, holding the board to his chest.

“No problem, kid. Good luck!” He chuckled, arms crossed over his chest. You smiled at Bokuto, before turning to leave. Seriously, his hand just reached out on its own.

You turned, feeling the strong, but also somehow gently grip on your wrist. You turned, seeing the nervous face of Bokuto. “Yes?”

“I’d like to see you, again.” He stammered, the tips of his ears burning. You felt butterflies in your stomach, your eyes trailing from the large hand on your wrist, up his muscular arm, to his broad chest, then up to his chiseled face. Damn, he was fine.

“Come to my show. We can meet then.” You challenged, smirking. He slowly let go of your hand, fingers brushing down your hand and to the tips of your fingers, as if he wanted to touch you for as long as he could.

“Okay.” He only said, breathless.

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SECRETS ★

PAIRING Kita Shinsuke x fem! reader

WARNINGS None

TAGS I love Kita sm, more Kita fics pls, Inarizaki finding out he’s basically married

IN WHICH the Inarizaki volleyball team finds out that their blunt and cold captain has a girlfriend

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒/𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

KITA SHINSUKE WAS a feared man. To outsiders, the Inarizaki men’s volleyball team was full of intimidating people.

Take for example, Miya Atsumu, the setter who had full blown confidence in himself and wasn’t afraid to speak his mind. Or Ojiro Aran, the powerful third year who was one of the top five aces in the whole nation.

Then there was Suna Rintarou, eyes judging and observing, a smile nowhere to be seen. Of course, you couldn’t forget about Miya Osamu, who much like Suna, never smiled.

And to think that they could all be controlled by their captain, Kita Shinsuke, said a lot. The man must’ve been terrifying, and he was.

Kita reminded the team much of a mother, who was kind and generous behind the scenes, but wouldn’t waste a breath in correcting any foul behavior. His eyes of warning became enough for them to listen to them, a chill being sent down their spine.

He was much like a robot, they liked to say. He didn’t say much, and was perfect in every way. He seemed almost emotionless, which is why it was such a big surprise when they found out he had a girlfriend.

I mean, it was only natural that the team didn’t know. You went to a whole different school, and Kita never talked about himself enough for them to even question it.

You had known him since childhood, growing up as neighbors and going to the same school up until high school. There, he had decided to go to Inarizaki, while you would go to a different school that had a better women’s volleyball team.

Unfortunately, your team had lost in the first round of nationals. Fortunately, that meant you were now able to turn your full focus onto your boyfriend, watching his matches and cheering for him.

Inarizaki had been grouped outside of the gym after a win against a school. You were roaming the halls, hoping to get a glance of your uniform. It’s been a while since you’ve seen him, especially with both of you being too busy with nationals.

Then, you saw his familiar back facing you, the team huddled around him as they probably were going over their match. You quietly walked behind him, not sure if you should interrupt him or not, but Atsumu, who was facing you, noticed you.

He raised a brow, before clearing his throat. “Uh, Kita-san?” He pointed a finger at you. Kita turned around, and as if they weren’t in the middle of a meeting, he walked towards you. With a smile on his face.

The team watched as he conversed with you, too far to hear. “Did… Kita-san just smile?” Suna murmured, face twisted in confusion. “Who… is that?” Atsumu continued, asking the question all of them were thinking. “Aran, don’t ya know? Yer closest to him.”

He shrugged, shaking his head. “I mean- I’ve never- He’s never mentioned a girlfriend.”

“Maybe a family member?” Osamu mumbled. The theory would quickly be shut down when you leaned into him, placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth, before waving and walking away. When Kita turned back towards them, they all whipped their heads in opposite directions.

He walked back, tablet still in his hands. “Sorry.” Kita apologized, before going back to the meeting without addressing the obvious elephant in the room. Thankfully, Atsumu was the type of person who couldn’t read the room.

“Kita-san, ya never told us ya have a girlfriend?” He said loudly in disbelief, as if he’s been betrayed. Kita, still monotonous as ever, stared up at him with blank eyes. “It doesn’t have anything to do volleyball.” He said matter-of-factly, like stating that the grass is green and the sky is blue.

“So she IS yer girlfriend!” Atsumu exclaimed. Kita looked around at the wide, anticipating eyes of his teammates. He was confused why they’re cared so much. Nevertheless, he slowly nodded.

Then chaos erupted.

Aran was the first to complain. “Oh, come on! Kita, we’ve been friends three years, and I never knew?” He whined, arms crossed over his chest. The shorter male flinched, not realizing how that may come off rude. “Kita-san, cold, scary Kita-san… a girlfriend?” Atsumu complained, hands in his hair.

“I mean, it’s not that surprising.” Osamu mumbled, shrugging his shoulders. “She was real pretty.” Suna followed.

Kita crossed his arms over his chest, which was enough to get everybody to shut up. There was silence amongst them for a couple seconds, Kita finally sighed. “We don’t have time to be talking about this. Now focus.” He said.

Though, they didn’t miss the way the tips of his ears were red in embarrassment.

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haikyuu request: what about Daichi finding out his ex-girlfriend, who broke up in good terms and are now friends, has been having a secret crush on Kuroo for a while now? They broke up months ago, you can decide how Daichi would react to that information and if maybe he'd help her get with Kuroo.

thank you so much in advance, I can't wait to read your work! ♥️

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PAIRINGS Sawamura Daichi x fem! reader

WARNINGS None

TAGS Slight angst, jealous Daichi, good ending

IN WHICH Daichi, your ex and current friend, is determined to help set you up with Kuroo. He didn’t think he would fall all over again in the process.

A/N Such an amazing request! I’ve never written anything like this before, so it was a nice challenge. Hope you enjoy <3

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DAICHI WASN’T SUPPOSED to find out. He was your friend, and he knew every little detail of your life. But, not this. He wasn’t supposed to find out.

You had met Daichi in your first year of high school, being seated next to each other. It was impossible not to fall for him. He was kind, broad, attractive, and a natural gentleman. Falling for him was only natural.

A couple months later, he had asked you to be his girlfriend, and you had crashed into him with a hug, feeling like the luckiest girl in the world.

He was a great boyfriend, there was no lie there, but as natural as it was for you to fall for him, it was only natural that the two of you broke up. The two of you were too busy. You were the captain of the girl’s basketball team, while he was the captain of the boy’s volleyball team.

And when that happened, you both had a mutual agreement to break up. Both of you had no time for each other anymore, with practice and college exams coming up. So, in the beginning of your third year, the relationship came to an end.

You were still somewhat friends, and it was hard to get over him first. But with months going by, those feelings were shoved into the back of your heart like cardboard boxes in a garage, just sitting there dusty and forgotten.

When winter came, your team and Daichi’s became the two teams in the whole school to make it to nationals. There were two gyms in the school, and you tried your best to share them. It was a random afternoon of practice that you met Kuroo Tetsurou.

The volleyball team had been having a practice match with Nekoma, which you weren’t aware of. You walked to the first gymnasium, the one the volleyball team usually used. You were just going to tell Daichi that your team’s practice was done, and his team could use the gym if he wanted to.

You slid open the door, seeing people scattered, wiping their faces with towels and drinking water. Oh, it must’ve been a break.

Your eyes landed on the familiar figure, and you opened your mouth to call him, until you saw him. Now, who the hell was that?

You flinched, frozen and rooted in your spot when his eyes met yours. He raised a brow of confusion, and you quickly averted your eyes, the tips of your ears red from embarrassment from being caught staring.

The man mumbled a few words to Daichi, and he turned. Daichi walked over to you, rubbing a towel into his short hair. “Hey, (Name). You done with practice?” He asked, voice sweet as honey, as always.

“Oh, uh, yeah. We’re done. I’ll leave the keys with you.” You told him, clearing your voice and handing him the keys. “Thanks.” He hummed, turning to leave, but your arm shot out to stop him.

He turned back around, raised brow. “Daichi, who is that?” You whispered, trying to be discreet and you pointed a subtle finger towards the man he was just talking to.

For some reason, he felt a spark of jealousy at your flustered eyes.

“That’s… Kuroo Tetsurou. He’s a friend of mine, and the captain for Nekoma.” His words were hesitant and slow, like he didn’t really want to tell you. If you weren’t too busy staring at Kuroo, maybe you would’ve noticed.

“Oh.” You only said, not having the courage to ask more, like for Kuroo’s phone number. The words felt like vinegar on his tongue, but his kindness won over. “Do you want me to introduce you?”

You finally looked at him, eyes sparkling with determination. “Really?” He fought his hardest not to frown. “Sure, if you want.”

When Daichi went home that day, he mentally beat himself up. There was a small part of him that still longed for you, and it had been easy keeping those feelings at bay. You had broken up on good terms, so he still loved you, and was forcing himself not to.

But the way you had looked at Kuroo today felt like a slap to the face.

MONTHS PASSED SINCE that day. You had been texting Kuroo from time to time, getting advice from Daichi throughout.

Kuroo was different from Daichi. He was flirtatious, teased a lot, and was even a little childish at heart. You were still trying to figure out if you liked the difference.

It was inevitable to try not comparing the two. Every time Kuroo would say a joke, you would be reminded of the way Daichi had made you burst out laughing when the two of you were still dating. When Kuroo said he preferred hiking than the beach, you remembered the time Daichi took you to the beach even though he preferred hiking.

It was strange, because all this time you’ve been talking to Kuroo, it only made you miss Daichi more. Kuroo was attractive. He was kind, and funny, but he just wasn’t Daichi.

Daichi was your home. He was your safe space, your rock, your person. And those feelings that had been shoved to the back of your heart had reemerged, polished and burning.

If only you knew that the same could be for Daichi. Every time he saw you with Kuroo, texting him and talking to him, an ugly feeling of jealousy and longing would boil in his chest. He soon came to realize that he missed you, and these feelings were the same exact ones from when he first dated you during your first year.

For months, now, you’ve been talking about how you would confess to Kuroo at the spring festival. Well, today was that day, and Daichi… he just couldn’t stop you.

When you texted him, asking to meet Daichi after the festival, he assumed that you were going to tell him the news that it was successful. He leaned against a fence, staring up at the stars in the skies as he waited for you.

And then you arrived, gorgeous as ever in your yukata, and that warm smile on your face. He balled his hands into fists to stop himself from reaching out and embracing you.

You had this small, somber smile on your face, and he almost thought you got rejected. “Hi, Daichi.” You greeted softly, stopping in front of him. “Hi.” He was breathless. “How’d it go?”

His voice was quiet, like maybe it was were quiet enough, you wouldn’t hear his question, and he wouldn’t have to hear your answer. You glanced to the ground, a couple heartbeats of silence passing, before finally speaking.

“I didn’t confess, Daichi.”

Daichi physically flinched, blinking in surprise. What? His mouth parted open, the words stuck in his throat. “What do you mean?”

“I couldn’t confess. Not when…” You trailed off. You mustered up every bit of courage inside of you before looking back up at him. “Not when I still love you.”

Daichi stared at you, eyes wide but full of hope. You… still wanted him? You still loved him? “Kuroo’s fine, but he’s just not you. I’ve never stopped loving you.” You stammered, frowning, as if you knew these feelings wouldn’t be reciprocated. You felt selfish, still wanting Daichi despite the fact that he’s helped you get with Kuroo all these months.

Those feelings died when Daichi strong arms wrapped you in a tight hug, burying his head into the crook of your neck. “Me too.” He only said, murmuring into your skin. “Me too.”

You hummed him back, a shaky sigh of relief flooding from your body, the weight being lifted from your shoulders. He pulled away, pressing a firm kiss to your cheek, then one to the corner of your mouth, before finally, finally, putting his lips on yours.

It was nostalgic, igniting flames the same way it did your first kiss. He held you, securing you from everything bad and scary, making you feel safe and at home in his arms. When you pulled away to catch your breath, he placed his forehead on yours, eyes shut tight.

“I’m never letting you go.” He whispered, words heavy and full of meaning. “Good.” You giggled, crashing into him with a hug, the same way you had when he first confessed.

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Hi! I think I talk on behalf of all the fandom when I say that I need a second part of that suna!fake boyfriend scenario/fic, just saying

Lots of love uwu

FAKE BOYFRIEND II ★

PAIRING Suna Rintarou x fem! reader

WARNINGS aggressive behavior (from ex)

TAGS suna’s protective asf, your ex is still an ass

IN WHICH your ex waits for you outside of your home, and Suna just happened to be there at the right time

A/N Thank you for the support! Hope you enjoy <3

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EVER SINCE THAT day, you had a small war within yourself, pondering whether to ask Suna out or not. Well, you were planning to disguise it by telling him you wanted to treat him dinner as thanks. It took you a week before you finally sent him a message.

To your surprise, he replied almost instantly, and you had ended up texting throughout the night. On your first “date”, you were so nervous that it would be awkward between the two of you, especially because you were practically polar opposites.

You found out that Suna was full of surprises, because he had the same interests as you. He liked the same movies you did, and listened to the music you listened to. You found yourselves having deep conversations, and slipping into small talk in repetition just as easily.

Not to mention how much of a gentleman he was. The movements were automatic and subconscious, but they still made your heart pound. He would open doors for you, pull out your chair, and held your purse. When you went to the bathroom, you came back to the bill already paid.

Chivalry wasn’t something you were used to, and it definitely wasn’t something Takeshi cared about.

You learned that Suna was a tattoo artist, who also helped out at Atsumu’s garage once in a while, fixing street race cars. He was the complete opposite as you, who was in college, working part time at a cafe. Still, you clicked instantly.

You lived in a two story apartment complex, and after your nth date with Suna, he walked you home. Takeshi still texted you time to time, so you finally blocked him weeks ago. You hadn’t seen him since, and you definitely didn’t expect to see him today.

Suna grinned down at you as you gave him back his jacket that he lent you. It was now fall, about a month since you’ve first met Suna. The sun had long set under the horizon, and the two of you stood under the star filled skies.

“Thanks for today.” He hummed, a gentle finger placing a strand of hair behind your ear. You found yourself leaning into his warm touch, craving more. “I want to see you again, soon.” You said so softly that you weren’t sure if he even heard.

But he indeed heard it, resisting the urge to lean down and press a firm kiss into your soft hair. So instead, he brushed his thumb against your cheek affectionately. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then.” He smiled, fingers sliding away from your reddening cheek.

“Bye.” You whispered. He watched you as you turned, climbing the steps to your apartment on the second floor. You felt his gaze burning holes into your back, your heart pounding in your ears. When you were finally out of his sight, he turned on his heel, a slight bounce in his step as he walked away.

Your eyes were on the floor as you walked towards your door, biting your lips and trying to contain the silly smile on your face. You giggled at a memory, tips of your ears impossibly redder.

You had only finally noticed that someone was standing in front of your door when their feet came into your sights, and you looked up, surprised.

Surprise quickly turned into fear when you saw the familiar face of Takeshi, who was leaning against the wall next to your door. He raised a brow, kicking off the wall. “Well, finally. I’ve been waiting for an hour, now.” He mumbled, as if he had told you he would be here.

His presence was like cold water being splashed onto the warm embers of your date, snuffing out any giddiness you felt. The smile was wiped off your lips, and when you took a step back, he wasted no time maneuvering his body so he caged you between your door and him.

Your legs shook in fear, but you scowled as you glared up at him. “What are you doing here, Takeshi?” You spat through grit teeth, pressing yourself against your door and trying to get more space between the two of you.

His hands were planted on the sides of your head, expression filled with irritation. “You know what I’m doing here. You blocked me, didn’t you?” He huffed, voice deep and eyes a little crazy.

Your heart was pounding in your ears for a different reason now, balling your hands into fists to stop them from trembling. “I had every right to block you. We’re not dating anymore, Takeshi. Get that through your thick skull.”

You flinched as he punched the space next to your head. Your eyes widened at his outburst, all confidence gone. “No, you listen to me. We are not done until I say we’re done. You didn’t give me time to explain shit, and then went off to open your legs to another man. How dare you?”

There were a thousand things you wanted to say against his berating words, but they were all stuck in your throat, and all you could do was look up at him with eyes that were starting to water. He was being aggressive, and a hint of alcohol was mixed with every breath that fanned your face.

Suna was three minutes into walking home, when he dug his hands into his jacket pockets for warmth and realized you had left your favorite lipstick in one of them. He smiled gently at the cosmetic, a memory of you talking about how much you loved it floating somewhere in the back of his mind.

He turned around, heading back. Maybe it was an excuse to see you one more time before the end of the day.

He walked up the steps, turning the corner to walk down the hall that lead to your door. He stopped in his tracks when he saw another man there.

It was a familiar man, a frame he had seen before. Short, lanky, and most definitely Takeshi. Suna was frozen for a second, registering what was happening in his head. But when he realized that you were crying, and Takeshi was practically barking in your face, his body moved before he could come to a decision.

Suna fisted a hand into Takeshi’s shirt, a violent smack echoing through the night as his fist connected with the latter’s jaw. You gasped, body still pressed against the door, chest heaving.

“I swear, if you ever talk to her like that,” Suna huffed, a growl underlying each breath. He was furious, that was for sure. You weren’t sure if you were terrified of the fact that he had just smacked the shit out of Takeshi, or the fact that there was a small part of you that loved his protectiveness.

“If I ever even see you again, I’ll fucking kill you.” He finished, before taking the keys in your hand. He unlocked the door, hand on your waist and leading you inside. You couldn’t even see if Takeshi got up or not before Suna’s slammed the door behind him, locking it.

It was then that he finally took a breath, facing the door with his back turned to you. There was silence for a couple heart beats, both of you not sure what to say next. What… what just happened?

Suna was the first to speak up. “I’m sorry.”

His words were soft, all the anger inside him flushing out and instead filling with guilt. Your head reeled back in confusion. “You’re sorry?”

He turned around, and it pained you at how disappointed he looked, scrunching his brows. “I didn’t- I shouldn’t have-” He stuttered, the words dying at the tip of his tongue every attempt. You frowned, immediately wrapping your arms around his neck, bringing him down into a tight hug.

He was taken off guard at first, standing as stiff as a board, before finally melting into your touch and returning the embrace. “Thank you for saving me. Again.” You whispered into his skin, sending a chill down his spine.

His strong arms wrapped around your middle, holding you like you were fragile, despite the fact that he had displayed his strength just seconds ago. Unsaid words were exchanged during that hug, heart to heart.

He pulled away, and you almost held him tighter, trying to get him back in your space, when he pressed his lips against yours. It was soft and warm, but sent sparks like fireworks throughout your entire frame.

His hands held the sides of your face now, lips moving in perfect sync. All words that were afraid to be said had been communicated in that short moment, and when you pulled apart, he looked into your eyes with such adoration that you thought you would melt into a puddle in that spot.

“Let me protect you, (Name). Let me be yours.” He said in a hushed tone, thumbs brushing your cheeks gently. You held the hands on your face, nodding furiously, like he had just gifted you the stars. “Be mine, Rin.”

[starshoyo]

FAKE BOYFRIEND ★

⭐︎ PAIRING Suna Rintarou x fem! reader

⭐︎ WARNINGS None

⭐︎ TAGS Suna Rinatou is a delinquent, time skip AU, your ex is an ass

IN WHICH Suna Rintarou, a stranger, agrees to be your fake boyfriend to protect you from your ex

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 -> | 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒/𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

YOU FOUND YOURSELF borderline panicking as you stared at the notification on your phone. Your ex, who you had just broken up with weeks ago, had been blowing up your phone, begging to get back together. Forgetting he had your location, you had kept him unblocked, just until you got the things you had left at his house.

But now, there was a text saying that he was on his way right now, and he wanted to talk about getting back together. You cursed under your breath.

Your ex, Takeshi, was pushy. There were instances when he couldn’t control his emotions, and put his hands on you. Even after you had broken up with him, you found him waiting outside of your front door for hours, just to talk to you.

You… You didn’t want to talk to him. At least, not alone. You were tired of him harassing you, but you were scared what he might do if the two of you were alone.

You looked around, scanning your surroundings. It was busy, considering you were standing outside of a busy mall on a weekend. You were just shopping for some makeup products you had run out of, when you had gotten the text that he had your location, that he was nearby, and that he was on his way.

Your eyes wandered to find someone, anyone who could help you. You had come up with a little lie, deciding to tell him that you had a new boyfriend, and you had absolutely zero interest getting back with Takeshi.

Your sights landed on two men who were your age, laughing and gently pushing each other around, leaning against the fences surrounding the trees outside.

You took a deep breath in, biting your bottom lip before gathering your courage and pushing your pride down. You walked towards them with your phone clutched to your chest. “Excuse me?” You interrupted, voice unstable and weak. They both turn to you, and you immediately felt anxious.

“I’m really sorry about bothering you, but I need some help.” You frowned, hoping they can sense the desperation leaking off of you. Despite looking slightly confused, they nodded, signaling you to continue. Immediately, some of the weight was lifted from your shoulders. “What’s wrong?” The shorter man asked.

Now that you saw them up close, you couldn’t help but see how they looked like delinquents. Both of them had sleeves of tattoos, the taller one having even more coming from under his collar and up to his neck, and both of them had piercings littering their ears and some on their faces. The shorter male had dyed blond hair, and a sly smile, while the other looked neutral, eyes slim and observant.

“Well, my ex is going to be here any minute, and you would be a lifesaver if one of you can just act like… like you’re my boyfriend, just for a minute. You don’t have to say anything.” You spoke quickly, cheeks burning in humiliation. Thankfully, both of them didn’t look uncomfortable at the question.

The blond pushed the taller’s arm. “You should do it! You’re the single one.” He said, crossing his arms. Thankfully, he shrugged his shoulders, an unsure smile finding its way on his face. “Oh, sure. I’ll do it.” You let out a small sigh of relief, bowing deeply. “Thank you so much.”

He shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. I’m Suna Rintarou, by the way.” He told you, making sure you at least knew his name before you started your roles as a couple. You nodded. “I’m (Name) (Last Name).” Your eyes glanced to the side. “Let’s wait in the shade.”

The blond’s phone rang in his pocket, and he turned to the two of you, a sheepish smile on his face. “It’s my girlfriend. I’ll be right back.” He told you, before walking away. You pursed your lips, feeling awkward with the stranger. You rocked back and forth in your heels.

“You mind if I smoke?” He asked, already pulling out a cigarette. You shook your head, and watched as he lit his cigarette and took a puff, making sure to breathe away from you.

You wondered if Takeshi would even believe you. You weren’t a saint, but you also weren’t the type of person to date or even meet someone like Suna. You could tell your styles were different, as well. You wore a simple sundress, hair down and wearing heeled sandals, perfect for the summer heat.

He, on the other hand, wore dark, baggy denim jeans with a black tank top that accentuated his toned muscles and showed off the art on his arms. Silver jewelry decorated his wrists and neck, matching the piercings on his ears and face.

Yup, polar opposites.

“That’s him.” You whispered, staring down the familiar man who walked towards you. Suna watched him with judging eyes, feeling some strange pride swell in his chest at the fact that he was taller than Takeshi. He held his cigarette between his index and middle finger, raising a brow as your ex approached.

It wasn’t a surprise that the first thing Takeshi did was scoff, eyeing the man behind you. “Who’s this?” He asked, looking at Suna up and down. You gathered every bit of courage you had, crossing your arms.

“Takeshi, listen. I’ve moved on, okay? You should, too.” You said, voice getting softer as you spoke. He cocked his head like he was offended, before a laugh left his mouth. “Wait, you’re not serious, right? You actually expect me to believe that you’re dating a junkie?”

Your eyes widened at his choice of words, mouth immediately opening to defend Suna, but he beat you to it. “Hey, watch your mouth, ex-boyfriend.” He enunciated, pointing his cigarette towards the shorter male, who just rolled his eyes.

“Don’t call him a junkie. And yes, I’m dating him. Believe it.” You spat, hands on your hips. As always, your ex was difficult to talk to, never getting things through his thick head. “Oh, yeah, sure.” He nodded sarcastically, but nonetheless annoyed.

“I’m not sure why you’re surprised. Women usually go for someone better after they break up. Someone different, someone out of their bubble, someone…” Suna paused, scanning Takeshi up and down, “taller.” He puffed out another breath of nicotine, placing his arm around your shoulder.

Takeshi grit his teeth. “Shut up, I’m not here for you.” He snapped, before looking back at you. “I’m here for you. You do understand that you’re being unfair, right? You never gave us a chance to talk about our relationship.” He started his rant, and you found yourself rolling your eyes in his face.

He balked his fists. “You ended it out of no where!” He followed through. This time, it was your turn to scoff. “You cheated on me, Takeshi. There’s nothing to talk about!” You laughed in disbelief, shaking your head.

He huffed out a frustrated breath. “That’s all a misunderstanding! I was just-”

“I walked in on you eating some bitch out!” You yelled in frustration, eyes wide in fury. People walking by murmured at your outburst, staring at Takeshi with judging eyes. He shifted uncomfortably under their gaze.

He let out a sigh. “Come on, let’s talk about this somewhere else.” He mumbled, reaching out to take your arm. The hand was pushed away by Suna’s own, whose arm wrapped around you tighter. “Back up, man.” He warned, pushing Takeshi back.

He scowled at the taller man, but immediately looked back to you, a breath of defeat leaving his lips. “Fine. We’ll talk tomorrow. I know where you live.” He reminded, the words like venom.

“That sounds a lot like a threat.” Suna’s tone was much more serious, his warm, protective arm leaving you as he stepped forward, menacingly staring down at Takeshi. The shorter male stumbled back, gaping up at him and looking furious. Still, he knew he was no match for Suna.

So, instead, he look past him and made eye contact with you. “Just- Just call me.” He stated firmly, before turning away and escaping from Suna’s menacing glare.

With Takeshi finally out of sight, you let out the breath you hadn’t realized you had been holding. “I’m so sorry, thank you.” Your voice was shaky, feeling bad for involving a stranger into your problems. He shook his head. “Don’t apologize. God, he sounds like an ass. How dare he threaten you?” His words still had an angry edge to them.

Suna’s friend came trotting back, phone in hand. “What took you so long, ‘Tsumu?” Suna huffed, snuffing out his cigarette. “Oh, give me a break. I was recording, just in case he did something.” Atsumu sighed, waving his phone.

You genuinely smiled, thankful. Suna extended his hand towards you, a business card with his name, number, and a tattoo parlor. “I’ll give you my number. If he shows up to your house or bothers you again, don’t hesitate to give me a call.” He told you. You hoped he didn’t notice the way your cheeks reddened.

“Thank you.” You hummed, placing it in your purse. “Alright, we’ll be on our way. Get home safe.” Atsumu said, pushing Suna away from you, who had been staring at you with soft eyes. “I will. Thank you, again!” You said, waving at them.

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𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ★

Requests are open!

𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎

𝐒𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈

WILDFLOWER -> IN WHICH Daichi, your ex and current friend, is determined to help set you up with Kuroo. He didn’t think he would fall all over again in the process.

𝐅𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈

𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔

VICTORIA’S SECRET -> IN WHICH you’re a Victoria’s Secret runway model, who decided to take your nephew to meet his star, MSBY Black Jackals’ Bokuto Koutarou. And immediately, he’s struck by Cupid’s bow.

VICTORIA’S SECRET II -> Bokuto and his friends are invited to watch you on the Victoria’s Secret fashion show, and somehow he just falls even harder

𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐊𝐈

𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔

OBSESSED -> IN WHICH Miya Atsumu doesn’t have eyes for anybody but you, and some girls in his class seem to forget that

DELINQUENTS -> IN WHICH you help the school delinquent out one time, and in return, he saves you from your ex harassing you

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔

FAKE BOYFRIEND -> IN WHICH Suna Rintarou, a stranger, agrees to be your fake boyfriend to protect you from your ex

FAKE BOYFRIEND II -> IN WHICH your ex waits for you in front of your home, and Suna just happened to be there at the right time

𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄

SECRETS -> IN WHICH the Inarizaki volleyball team finds out that their blunt and cold captain has a girlfriend

𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀

𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈

YAKUZA’S WIFE -> IN WHICH Sakusa is the most feared yakuza leader in Japan, who would do anything for you, his wife. And sometimes, he tends to get jealous

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[starshoyo]

OBSESSED ★

⭐︎ PAIRING miya atsumu x fem! reader

⭐︎ WARNINGS none

⭐︎ TAGS clingy atsumu, high school au, he literally doesn’t care abt anyone but you, that one scene in Given

IN WHICH Miya Atsumu doesn’t have eyes for anybody but you, and some girls in his class seem to forget that

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒/𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

IT WAS A well known fact how childish Miya Atsumu was. He was simple, wearing his expressions on his sleeve, and never afraid to voice his opinion. So, when you he had fallen head over heels for you, he didn’t make an effort to hide it at all.

It had taken a couple weeks for you to finally let him in, spending your lunches with him instead of your friends, and waiting for his volleyball practice to end so he can walk you home.

He always seemed like the happiest man in the world when he was with you, eyes filled with stars and constantly smiling from ear to ear. Despite him being very confident all the time, he was a shy mess when he had finally confessed his feelings to you.

You had accepted his confession with a warm smile, and he looked at you like you had just offered him the world.

It was no secret that the two of you were dating. In fact, Atsumu would go around parading about the fact that he was your boyfriend. Being in a different class was often difficult, but you still managed with the little, precious time you had with him.

Why was it difficult? Well, other than the fact that Atsumu was tall, broad, a regular in the volleyball team that regularly made it to nationals, he was insanely attractive.

You knew of the girls that liked him, wether it was just because he was cute, or because they were his fan, but those girls were usually respectful, often minding their own business and keeping a distance.

You weren’t sure if the girls in his class knew he had a girlfriend or not, or if they just didn’t care, because when you went to his class during lunch break to pick him up, you saw three girls crowding his desk.

“Atsumu?” One of the girls called, clutching her textbooks to her chest. His head was in his arms on the desk, probably taking a nap, or trying to. Another girl poked his back.

“Wake up, Atsumu! They’re playing volleyball in the gym.” She tried baiting, leaning down to meet his level. He didn’t budge, only groaning in annoyance and burying his head into his arms further.

The third girl sighed. “Oh, come on, Atsumu. You love volleyball. Your brother’s there, too.” Your eyes narrowed at the sight. There were too many girls talking to him, too many girls calling his name, and too many girls around him.

An ugly feelings of jealousy and irritation bubbled deep in your chest. Suna, who was sitting by Atsumu and watching the girls, laughed at their futile attempts. “It’s no use. He’s not waking up.” He chuckled, obviously amused. The girls scowled at his words.

Your hands balled into fists, gripping on your lunchbox tightly. “Atsumu!” You had called from the doorway, flustered.

You felt a strange feeling of pleasure wash over your irritation when he sat straight up, head snapping towards the direction of your voice. The girls all took a step back, surprised at his sudden consciousness. “(Name)!” He smiled, immediately standing up and looking fully awake.

He made his way towards you, and if he were a dog, his tail would be wagging wildly. You smiled in satisfaction as Atsumu immediately took your hand in his, grinning down at you. “Let’s go.” He hummed, pulling you out of the classroom and towards your usual eating spot.

Suna smirked at the sight of the three girls looking slightly defeated and embarrassed. “Well, except for her.” He said out of spite, leaving the girls with red faces.