“And another thing!”
He took a swig of his beer. “Her hair. It’s not just nice. It also smells so good for no reason! Like when she stands close enough to you, you can just smell this like … like, nice smell. And her laugh is all melodical and shit. I’d happily make that my new ringtone, y’know? But you know, I’m so fucking tired of people dragging her because she is chubby! Who the fuck cares!? Those dumb pathetic bastards don’t appreciate a goddess when she is right in front of them! That’s all it is! Don’t they get it in their fucking brains that she is the beauty standard?! - God!”
Koganegawa and Kyotani exchanged confused looks when Tsukishima, apparently finally finished with his speech, emptied his beer with two last deep gulps and finally slumped over, his head heavily hitting the table.
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After Kenma calms down after his panic attack on his wedding day, would reader and him decide to just cancel it til he’s fully stable, or would it be delayed a bit and Kuro is humoring the guests until Kenma walks on? I feel either way, reader would be super super understanding
I definitely think Kenma understands moving the wedding is incredibly difficult for any and all parties involved, so they talk it over while Kuroo goes out and entertains with Lev; and the crowd’s understanding, and they’re giving the couple their time.
“Kenma, you don’t have to do this-“
“Yes, I do,” he chokes, eyes swollen from constant wiping and tears. “It’s important to you.”
“You’re important to me,” you assure, gripping his hand. “I don’t care about how anyone else out there feels about our day. It’s our day. You deserve to enjoy it.”
He flashes you a set of firm eyes, “we’re not moving it. I’m not doing that to you.”
You lower under his gaze, clearly at a loss of what to do or say, and he screws his eyes shut. You’re going to have to move the wedding. There’s no way. He’s too much of a wreck, so disheveled, and-
“What if we walked down the aisle together?”
His eyes fly open, and he looks at you, smiling gently. You hook a lock of hair behind his ear and he finally stops crying.
“What…?”
“We walk down the aisle together,” you say softly. “Arm in arm, and we just tell the photographer that they only have to take pictures of the reception.”
“That’s not fair to you,” he shakes his head.
You click your tongue and cup his cheek in your hand, “Kenma. I’m marrying you. That’s the most fair exchange I’ve ever been a part of. Let me make this fair for you, too.”
Kenma feels the way his heart finally eases, the constriction being released and his breathing regulating at your words. In his cloudy mind, this makes the most sense, the easiest way to make you both feel satisfied and safe.
“What about ceremony pictures?” He whispers.
You smirk, “you really think Kuroo’s not going to spam pictures the entire ceremony?” You turn your nose up, “besides. He knows my good angles.”
Kenma laughs. He finally laughs, his body loosening and he wipes his nose with the back of his hand before thinking over it one more time.
“Okay,” he sighs, nodding at you exhaustively.
“Let’s get married.”
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tiny iwaizumi brain dump
when iwaizumi hajime sees you, his first thought is no thought because all the thoughts leave his head the second that you walk through the door.
when he sees you — bathed in sunshine and looking straight out a picture book, he isn’t sure what to say. you look to him almost curiously, and everything in his body says that you’re a mystery that he wants to figure out.
that’s why when you end up in his first class of the school year at university, he thinks it’s fate when you slide into the seat next to him.
your professor is fast, yapping at the speed of light and you’re diligent, but something has you looking to him for guidance.
“do you have the rest of these notes?” you ask him sweetly, and he’d lean into the saccharine tone of your voice.
“of course i do,” he smiles, shy and a bit bashful. “i could use some refreshers.”
and thus your friendship began, exchanging notes in your classes and spending time on campus. you introduced him to a few places to eat and drink, and he found some of the nicest trails to spend time.
you grow to love him. you love him for his smiles and dependability and the way he made you feel like a part of him.
iwaizumi is subtle, but intentional. one day, when his heart is so full that he just can’t take it anymore, he thinks he’ll just press you against the shelf of the library and kiss you.
he doesn’t do that. but something about your smile that day makes him think he’s got a chance.
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Sakusa who hates holding hands; he hates brand deal because that has to do that ‘business’ handshake at the end. He hates makeshift teams which make him be the captain and he has shake hands with the captain of the other side. He hates—
He dislikes walkouts for matches, he has to hold hands with a grubby lil star struck kid for it; the only things that makes it’s bearable is because he imagines those hands to be his kid, with you.
He imagines one day, he can walk out on the court holding hands with a mini-version of you. Sakusa sometimes prays in hopes , you guy’s future child has all of your features; everything that he has ever loved has been you after all.
Sakusa smiles to himself, unconsciously making the cameras go off. The warmth of small hands, holding with so much trust and excitement… Sakusa loves the thought of sharing this moment in the near future.
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Crybaby ˖ ࣪⊹
K. TSUKISHIMA x Fem!reader ˖ ࣪⊹
Sum: Kei hated it how easily he let the team get to his head. What did they know, she was his crybaby after all.
Warnings: none, fluff, crybaby coded reader, kei being love sick, occ kei(kinda)!not proofread Tho reader is blk coded I hope everyone enjoys!
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It was wierd the team thought as they watched their middle blocker standing in front of a girl with a tear stained face. Of course their first thought is he made her cry, but that was not the case. They couldn’t help but watch as this happened multiple times before practice until Kageyama said something.
“Who’s that crybaby you stand with after practice?” He asked making Tsukishima stop tying his shoe immediately glaring up at the setter.
“Yeah making pretty girls cry huh Tsukishima!” Noya yelled pushing the blondes head.
Kei leaned up pushing Nishinoya off him “No I’m not, and don’t fucking call her a crybaby.” He spoke making eye contact with Kageyama.
“Why is she your girlfriend?” Kageyama scoffed.
“Yeah she is jackass.” A lot of the team definitely was not expecting that answer out of him. Tsukishima with a girl who’s known for being whinny, with as little patience as they know Tsukishima has she’s his girlfriend.
“No way! How is that pretty girl going out with a bully like you!” Hinata shouted.
Because he was soft with that pretty girl. Of course kei teased her for crying easily and over the most stupidest things but he was alway there to comfort her if needed. His hand squishing her tear stained face tell her it’s all right and not to be dramatic, but earns a punch for call her dramatic.
But it didn’t matter what the team thought of them, because they honestly held heavy doubts, that maybe he was to harsh with her or even mean. He didn’t think he was and she never said anything. She would right if his words ever hurt her she’d speak up. Right?
His eyes looked over to her as they walked through the night market hand in hand, a smile on her glossy lips as she looked around the food trucks. He hated that he could tell him self that he didn’t care what others thought but it did, it bothered him a lot. Was he the reason she cried sometimes, that his snotty remarks actually hurt her feelings. How could he do that to her. How could he make her cry what kind of boyfriend was he if he made her cry.
“Kei..”
He made her hurt didn’t he? The reason her pretty face was always wet with tears?
“Kei!”
He blinked. “Yo are ya with me!” She laughed waving her hand in front of his face. “Am i distracting you” she teased.
“Tsk- no you’re not.” He scoffed.
“Booo! But anyways what has you all airheaded?” She asked tilting her head slightly her braids moving to the side with her motion.
“Nothing.” He hummed.
She pressed her lips together squinting at her boyfriend, his eyes staring into her dark ones. “Will you quite that.” He asked a small smile appearing in his face as his hand pushed her face away.
Even with the moments they shared, he continued to let it eat at him. They moved to a more secluded area sitting on the grass food in hand. He watched her as she ate, and talked, about anything and everything. He just listened, as she went on, smiling at small things she said.
How did he get so lucky.. a polar opposite that didn’t annoy him. Her melanin skin glowing under the street light as they ate her smile wide and so bright. Kei let his hand fall into his hand as she continued talking admiring her.
“So are you gonna tell me what’s wrong.” She asked.
“Hm?”
She looked up as him her smile going away “what’s going through your head, I know better.” She did she knew him, mind you he hadn’t made any comment on what she was talking about nothing not even a snarky remark teasing her.
“So what is it baby?” She spoke leaning back in her hands.
He looked away from her gaze “nothing just something stupid.” He sighed closing his eyes.
He could feel her roll her eyes, the sound of her body shifting her now sitting right in-front of him. The feeling of her hands holding his face made him open his eyes.
“It’s nothikng don’t worry your tiny little head about it.” He spoke softly.
“Don’t lie what is it Kei? You know you have to talk to me to.” She spoke her brows frowning, don’t do that he thought.
“I understand but it’s nothing just letting people get to me head alright?” He spoke his hand squishing her cheeks her hands not yet leaving his face.
“Who? Is it about you-“
“It’s about us.”
She looked at him “bad things?”
He shrugged his shoulders “I guess..”
Her hands left his face, letting herself get comfortable on his lap her face close to his. “Tell me baby..”
He only looked at her for a moment his eyes looking at her lips then back to her eyes. “Do I ever make you sad?”
She tilted her head giving him an are you crazy look. “See I told you it was stupid.” He huffed.
“Why would people thing that, are they saying that?”
“Yes.” He groaned his head falling into her shoulder.
“Why?” She laughed.
He shot back pinching her cheeks “because you’re a crybaby!” He scoffed.
“Nuh uh!” She whined.
“Yuh huh!” He laughed.
Letting go of her face he watched her pout “I’m not a cry baby just open with my emotions!” She sassed.
“Uh huh sure you crybaby.” He spoke his hands resting in her hips.
“But it’s okay, you’re my crybaby.”
She smiled “shut up that’s so lame!” She scoffed pushing him.
“I thought it was good.”
“Lame!” She laughed.
“Yeah then why are you laughing you idiot!”
“Because that was cringy and stupid nothing my boyfriend would ever say.” She groaned her laughter causing him to smile.
“Whatever you idiot I can be romantic.” He said.
“Yeah I know you can but with actions not so much words.”
He scoffed “really!”
She hummed crossing her arms, making his eyes twitch “get off of me, that irritated me.”He spoke pushing her.
“Whatever! You love it.” She said getting back in his face.
He only raised a brow, “ya know ya do.” She whispered leaning on her hands, their lips grazing against one another.
“Want me to kiss you sweetheart?” He asked.
She grinned “I should be asking you that sir, you’ve been looking at me lips all evening.” She hummed.
He let her get closer their lips barely touching befor pulling away, “UGH! Why do you do that!” She whined.
“You gave me attitude.” He shrugged a grin on his face.
He watched as she fell back dramatically “you hate me!” She groaned.
“Mmhm sure do.” She sighs looking down at her smiling at her dramatic pose.
He let her complain a bit more befor leaning down kissing her lips. Only to be pulled by her for a real kiss. “Feel better…” he whispered a little breathless.
“Alway fee better when you’re here with me.” She said pushing his glasses up.
Yeah they didn’t know shit about them. He’d never hurt her, he never wanted to. She would be the only one to get true kindness out of him. Because he couldn’t afford losing her.
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Yoga partner
word count; 667 – pregnant!reader
You were a few months pregnant and every time you felt like you were adjusting to the size of your bump, it seemed to get bigger. When you found out you were pregnant, your husband, Bokuto Koutarou, had been moved to tears and there was no lack of support from him so far through the pregnancy. That’s why you weren’t afraid to communicate your troubles to him as they started plaguing your mind.
As it got more difficult to adjust to your body changing, the two of you sat down to research pregnancy activities. And then Koutarou got bored of researching, so he ended up asking someone on the team who had kids instead.
That’s how he learnt about pregnancy yoga. There were classes specifically for pregnant women, and in his excitement, Koutarou had signed you up and encouraged you to go. However, now he was looking at you with a subtle pout as you leaned on the kitchen island, not feeling as sporty as you wished you did.
“I don’t want to go. What if all the others are used to it and do super well while I can barely do anything?” you complained, pouting right back at him. This made him huff, resting his arms on his hips. Then his eyes lit up again. Oh no, an idea.
“Maybe I should go with you!”
Next thing you knew, Koutarou was helping you out of the car, adorned in the gym wear he had that most resembled yours in colour. You were laughing softly, holding his hand as he babbled about how excited he was.
When you walked inside, your laughter died down as you scanned the room. A lot of moms-to-be were staring cautiously, first at you and then at your husband who smiled and waved. You felt the anxiety creep back into you as you whispered your husband's name to alert him, but he took no notice.
“Hello, ladies! Ready for a good workout?” he called out, and it didn’t take long before the moms melted for his personality (and looks probably, but you tried to ignore that for now). In the end, he wasn’t allowed inside the class because of the women's comfort, but he gave everyone encouraging high fives while the trainer led them inside the little gym. Before closing the door behind you as you were last, you turned to him and pulled his shirt down so you could kiss him fiercely.
“That’s for being such a perfect man. I’ll see you in an hour.”
Koutarou was thrilled to see the glow back in your cheeks when you came back out. He had gone for a jog around the neighbourhood but made sure he was back before you finished. When you walked out of the class, you were conversing happily with another woman before bidding her goodbye. You made new friends! Even though you were still shy, you had asked to exchange numbers.
All of this was possible because your husband encouraged and supported you. You truly were blessed to have him and he reminded you every day how lucky you were through this constant support.
Now you even bring him into the living room at least once a week so the two of you can do pregnancy yoga by following some videos you found on YouTube. It’s great fun and Koutarou proudly documents it in the workout journal they fill out for their trainer.
7 pm Pregnancy yoga
Iwaizumi tilted his head at him curiously after looking over this month’s notes. “You’re not supposed to write your wife’s workouts.”
“We’re doing them at home now, too. Feel like it’s doing great things for my bum,” he answered, one hand on each asscheek for emphasis. Iwaizumi already regretted asking about it. Atsumu slapped one of Koutarou's hands off from behind him before staring at his butt and humming.
“Not bad. Maybe we should all do it.”
To say the least, Koutarou is very dedicated to being with you every step of the way.
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— 11:06pm
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iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader
a/n: college au! this is honestly just a little blurb i thought of during the day cuz i just can’t stop thinking of iwa these days smh
wc: 643
you sighed, laying your pen down on the table. you were officially done with your weekend assignments and a glance at the digital clock on your boyfriend’s desk told you it was already 11:06pm on a sunday.
iwaizumi sat cross-legged on his bed with his back against the wall, as he played games on his phone. he had already finished his assignments in the afternoon but being the master procrastinator you were, you left it till the last minute (a/n: like me ngl).
you crawled onto the bed and started to wiggle your way into his lap, finally sitting comfortably between his legs. your head was tucked under his chin and your arms hugged his torso.
“you done with your work?” he asked, half distracted by his game.
“mhmm…” you yawned.
the room was quiet except for the sound of the ceiling fan above you, and the sound of gunfire from iwaizumi’s phone. you shifted slightly so your head was against his chest, and you could hear his steady heartbeat.
“i’m sorry babe, i can’t really stop this game right now, oikawa would kill me if i just left him and mattsun halfway through. we’re about to win, though, so just gimme a moment, alright?” he explained.
you looked up and saw that he was in deep concentration. his brows were slightly pinched and his lips were pursed as his eyes darted across the screen. he was mumbling something like “that damn jerk just won’t die”. his fingers hit the screen repeatedly and you giggled at how engrossed your boyfriend was in the game.
the tiniest dimple in his left cheek started to show as he stuck his tongue out in concentration.
so damn cute.
you didn’t mind that he was playing a game with his friends from high school. they hadn’t seen each other since college started, and it was hard to find a time and place for them to meet up. honestly, you didn’t really care what he was doing as long as you got to cuddle with him.
“yes! we got it,” he hissed.
you giggled as he put his phone down on his bedside table and turned back to you. he bent down to kiss you on the lips before reaching over to turn the lights off.
his phone lit up, buzzing with an incoming call just as you two laid on the bed. iwaizumi grunted and reached over to pick it up. you yawned again and closed your eyes.
“iwa-chan~~ where did you go? we’re about to play another game,” you heard the whiny voice of your boyfriend’s best friend on the phone. you peeked at him to see his reaction.
iwaizumi tsked and replied, “go screw yourselves.. i’m with y/n and i gotta sleep, shitty-kawa. i’ll play with you guys next time, okay?”
“ooooh is iwa-chan with his-,” oikawa’s words got cut off as iwaizumi ended the call with a roll of his olive eyes, sighing in annoyance. even after dating for nearly two years, his friends still teased him about being able to “pull” someone as amazing as you.
you often heard quips like “how much did you pay them to be with you?” or “are you sure they can see clearly?” though you were pretty damn sure you could see clearly, because anyone could see that iwaizumi was one hell of a snacc (a/n: ok lyssa chill).
he flopped back into bed next to you and pulled you closer to him, burying his head into your neck and mumbling something about oikawa being stupid and having a class at 8am the next day. you chuckled and ran your fingers through his hair, planting a chaste kiss on his head.
“g’night, babe. i lohvfe youh,” he said from his place next to you, his words muffled.
“i love u more, haji.”
“ ‘mpothsible.”
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part fourteen: cardinal sins
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fun facts
yn at the very least did not throw up over iwaizumi while he was carrying her home
the entire time iwaizumi was carrying her back he was on the phone with kageyama being like "yes i am bringing my FRIEND to THEIR HOUSE nothing weird is going on!" so no one around him would look at him, carrying and extremely drunk person home and get the wrong idea
but in the end he probably would've just made it worse accidentally
this one is not fun but osamu and yn haven't talked in a few days, she stopped texting first and so did he :)
noya, tsukki and yams were at home watching 13 going on 30
tsukki called him a date crashed and told him to get his own partner
noya threw popcorn at him
yn called out of work sick aka made yams go in and work her shift; she called it revenge for when he got food poisoning and she had to work alone
album playing in the coffee shop today: the record by boygenuis
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𖦹°。⋆ asahi as a best friend
⟡ cw: fluff, friends to lovers, mentions of panic attack, lmk if i miss anything
⟡ a/n: skipping tanaka for now. also chose to do it where they're in different years bc why not. this is also kinda bad so sorry.
⟡ best friend series: nishinoya, tanaka, daichi, suga, yamaguchi, tsukishima, kageyama, hinata || masterlist
best friend asahi who you met your second year of high school and his third year when you saw him lurking around the corner of the volleyball gym.
best friend asahi who you got closer to when you found out who he was and dragged him into the gym since you saw it as your duty as karasuno's new manager to bring everyone together.
best friend asahi who introduced himself to you properly once everyone was accepting of him coming back to the team.
best friend asahi who nearly fainted when he found out you were noya's friend because he wasn't sure if he could handle two of him but you assured him you were different than noya (barely different tbh).
best friend asahi who automatically got attached to you because of your sweet and comforting vibes.
best friend asahi who was questioning his life choices when you and noya were fighting over his attention during a group sleepover.
best friend asahi who went over to your house the night before the team played with date tech because he was having a small panic attack due to the last time he played them.
best friend asahi who ended up falling asleep on your bed that night after an hour of crying on your shoulder. you ended up sleeping on the floor because you thought he needed space (also literally because there was not enough room on the bed for the both of you). you both were the tiniest bit late to the bus departing.
best friend asahi who automatically ran to you once he scored the winning point because you were the reason he felt motivated enough to try his best on the court.
best friend asahi who decided that the night before any important game, he would sleep over at your house, don't worry though, he brought a sleeping bag from now on.
best friend asahi who got teased by the other third years by how much time he was spending with you which made him realize how whipped he was for you.
best friend asahi who you helped apply for fashion school by modeling his clothes for his portfolio. he swears hes never seen someone as beautiful as you.
best friend asahi who you gave a giant bouquet of flowers right after graduation as a way to congratulate him for all hes done this year and how far hes come.
best friend asahi who was surprised that you were going to a college near his school after your own third but was happy because that meant he would get to see you regularly again.
best friend asahi who you moved in with once you started your own college journey because he 'needed a model that he can work with consistently'.
best friend asahi who had an assignment to make two matching outfits and let it slip that if he was your boyfriend he'd make more matching outfits because he liked the sight of it.
best friend asahi who froze in place when he realized what he said but unfroze when you asked 'wanna be my boyfriend then?' 'are you serious?'
best friend asahi who tripped over a mountain of fabric running to you when you said you were 100% serious and were tired of waiting for him to make a move.
best friend asahi who is now boyfriend asahi who lived up to his promise and made endless matching outfits for the two of you.
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Eight: 21 Questions
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Suna has a bad relationship with his parents, especially his mother.
You entertained Suna enough he forgot what he was mad about.
Suna has begun to have minimal interest in you.
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Plan B [part 2]
word count: 1490 || avg. reading time: 6 mins.
pairing: post-time skip Kuroo x chubby!Reader
genre: fluff
warnings: none
part 1 for context
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Of course your staff had immediately informed you about the display from the day before when you came in the following morning. The barista even showed you a few snapshots he had taken with his phone and as much as you hated to admit it, you would have loved to have been there to see it in person. Pictures didn’t really do him justice, you thought. “Should I send those to you, manager?”, the barista asked with a knowing smirk. When you didn’t say anything but just stoically walked past him into the kitchen, you were glad when your phone buzzed a few seconds later and a small flood of pictures appeared in your chat. You cleared your throat and got to work.
Despite his regular appearances the last couple of weeks, the guy didn’t show up again the next day. Or even the day after that.
“Maybe he actually finally gave up?”, the waitress suggested with a shrug. She was counting the receipts while the barista helped you clean the espresso maker.
“I hope not. What else are we gonna do for entertainment around here?”
“How about your job.”, you suggested.
The barista let out a theatrical groan, which earned him a dish towel to the face.
At this point, a week had passed since the last time you saw the guy and although you found your thoughts wandering to his handsome smile every so often, you decided it was most likely for the better.
It was late in the evening and the café was closed for the day. The sky was gray and obviously brewing up something unpleasant so you wanted to make sure to send your team home as quickly as possible.
Soon enough, after hugs and waves goodbye, you locked the glass door from the inside and went to the kitchen to prep food for the next day.
You had just started to mash up a bowl of overripe bananas when a soft knocking made you look up and glance through the serving hatch.
The wind outside brushed past the shops with a low whistle and you could make out a very familiar shape in the dim light of the streetlamps.
More excited than you’d like to admit you made your way to the door.
“Sorry, I’m late.”, the guy’s voice was muffled through the glass.
You pointed to the Closed sign with a raised eyebrow. He put his hands together in a silent plea.
With a very big eye roll you grabbed the keys from your apron pocket and opened the door a handwidth.
“Hi.”
“Hey there.”
“I need a cake.”
“Goodbye.”, you closed the door again.
“Please!”, he called.
You shook your head and gestured to your ear to signal you couldn’t hear him.
He thought for a moment, then took out his phone and began to type something. A few seconds later he held the screen up against the glass.
Forgot to get cake for friend’s birthday.
You pulled a notepad from your belt and wrote “unfortunate” in response.
Low rumbling of thunder made you both look to the horizon. A few moments passed in which he threw you puppy dog eyes. You sighed loudly and unlocked the door again.
Not a minute too soon. With the click of the lock the first heavy raindrop hit the windowfront.
“Thank you.”, he said with a grateful smile.
“Don’t mention it. But you will have to live with what’s left of the day. The ones for tomorrow still need to be decorated.”
He followed you to the counter, having the decency to look apologetic as you waved him to come along further to check out the cakes in the fridge.
He chose a white chocolate cake with strawberries and you carried it back to the front to pack it up.
“How has your last week been?”, he asked as you worked.
“Uhm, I made my best cinnamon rolls yet and finally found my TV remote. So pretty good, I’d say. How about you?”
“Not as good as yours apparently. Pretty busy. I had to do some traveling and give a bunch of presentations. Sorry I couldn’t come by to bring up that counter you keep on the blackboard.”
You closed your eyes and made an indefinable noise. You'd have to talk to your staff about the concept of discretion.
“Technically, that means I owe you at least one.”
“Oh, please don’t.”
He swaggered closer and, leaning on the counter, considered you for a moment.
You held his gaze, expecting the worst.
“Wait, I… actually forgot what I wanted to say."
You tried not to smile but were betrayed by your pursed lips.
"Gotta be honest, of all your flirting so far that has been the best one."
He gave you a half smile.
"How about you don't see it as flirting. See it as me just being extra friendly to someone extra beautiful."
You scoffed but couldn’t stop a short sort of giggle escaping your lips.
After a moment’s pause he added, now with genuine sweetness, "Go out with me. Just once. I promise it'll be fun. And really, what's the worst that can happen?"
"Where do I even start?"
"Okay. But besides that, the worst that can happen is that we realize we don't have anything in common."
You looked at him, your head slightly tilted in thought.
"Like, what are you doing tonight after work?", he suggested.
"Well, I’m meeting some friends."
"What will you be doing?”
“A museum has a science night we wanna check out.”
“Oh! Really?”, he asked excitedly, dropping his flirtatious manner completely. And sure enough this little piece of information carried you through the subject of scientific fun facts to books to hobbies and so on. The rain had lessened significantly but an hour later he was still there, sitting on a chair at the kitchen island, talking while you worked, peppering in little compliments here and there but keeping it mostly pleasantly fluffy.
When you eventually parted in front of the café, Kuroo hesitated, obviously thinking about how to say Goodbye. In the end you both settled for slightly awkward smiles and went your separate ways.
He had an extra spring in his step as he arrived at the restaurant, incredibly late but incredibly happy. His friend accepted the cake with a tipsy, somewhat off-key belt of “Happy birthday to me!” and pointed to a free seat next to Kenma.
"Someone's looking chipper.", his former setter commented and accepted a slice of birthday cake, “Why did you leave me here alone?”
“You’re hardly alone, Kenma-kun.”, the older one said vaguely, "I had to pick up the cake first. I only remembered when I was already at work."
"So… is it from that little café?"
Kuroo shrugged, but was unable to hide a grin.
His friend lifted a brow. Originally, Kuroo hadn’t meant to talk about it. About how he didn't expect you two to actually have so much in common, about how funny you were, how smart and how gorgeous you looked even after a long day at work. How you practically made him beg to get into the café at all and how easy it was to talk to you once the ice was broken. It took him a few minutes to finally stop gushing.
"Sounds like a very promising night.", Kenma said approvingly, hoping he’d finally be free of his friend’s whining about why you wouldn’t go out with him, "So you got her number, then."
Kuroo's dreamy expression fell at once. "Oh.”
The sun glistened on the streets still soaked from last night’s rain but the air smelled fresh and you hummed to yourself when you thought about the previous evening. As you unlocked the cafe’s front door you heard someone calling your name and turned around.
Your stomach dropped when you spotted Kuroo on the other side of the road, waiting to cross safely.
“Good morning.”, he said, a little out of breath but with a winning smile.
“Good morning. What brings you by so early?”
“I have a full day today so I wouldn’t be able to come by otherwise.”
You tried hard not to look too pleased.
“I was wondering, if - I mean, I forgot to - Could I have your number?”
Pretending to think about it, you opened the door.
“Do you want that on a to-go cup?”
“That would be easier to brag with.”, he said, nodding thoughtfully and stepping in behind you.
While you prepared his usual, Kuroo watched you closely and you weren’t sure if the pink in his cheeks was from his jog here or something else.
When you handed him his tea a few minutes later he stood there, looking you up and down with his cheeky grin.
You squinted in suspicion.
“You look even cuter than usual today.”
“Get out before I charge you double.”
He lifted the cup and winked. “Talk to you later.”
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I just had an idea for Atsumu and Hisako-
Don't mind me, though 🤪
Hisako accidentally burns her finger (or hand or smth) on the burner when Reader told her to be careful.
Atsumu finds out and starts pampering his baby 🥰
I was in science when I thought of this 😅
FEEL FREE TO IGNORE 💕
LOVE YOUR WORKS ❤️❤️
“Hisako, it’s hot.”
“Not that hot,” she says confidently.
“Yes, it is,” you assure. “Don’t you remember daddy just cooked on it? It needs time to cool.”
And you see it happen in slow motion- she plants her hand square on the stove to reach the cabinet above, only to reel her hand back and let out a pained wail. Immediately, you leap to your feet and scoop her in your arms, her free hand cradling her scalding one. You turn the sink on cold, guiding her palm under the faucet.
“I told you to be careful,” you sigh, running your daughter’s hand under cold water, your other arm cradling her close as she sniffles and cries in your chest from the pain. “I told you to not touch it.”
“It was an accident,” she whimpers, face blotchy from crying.
“I know it was,” you assure. “And now you know to be careful with the stovetop, yes? Make sure to it’s not hot, right?” She nods against you. You shush her gently, and just as she finally is able to come down from crying, atsumu enters the room, face immediately curving in distress.
“What happened?” He coos.
“Hisako put her hand on the stove and-“
“THE STOVE?” He gasps, knowing full well that the appliance was active from his own making of breakfast. At his reaction, hisako whimpers and buries her face in your side, and Atsumu is quick to crouch down in front of her, “are you okay? How bad does it hurt, one to ten?”
“Six,” she sniffles, and Atsumu takes his chance to scoop her in his big arms and cradle her to his own chest, letting her cry some more from the pain of being burned. “It hurt daddy…”
“I know, baby,” he shushes, screwing his eyes shut. “Daddy’s a big dumb dummy who left the stove unattended.”
“Mumma told me not to touch it,” she confesses. He looks at you, and you shrug.
He sighs, “I still should’ve been there to tell you too. Since it’s daddy’s fault you got burned.”
You cross your arms over your chest and watch as he soothes your little girl, palm rubbing over her back as she tries to ground herself. “Not your fault daddy…” she says quietly.
You hook a lock of her hair behind her ear before turning on your heel to clean up, leaving a calming father to soothe his injured child.
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little oikawa braindump
oikawa tooru traced you with his eyes when you walked into a room. there was something about your presence that was transformative to him — everything about the space just changed with your very existence.
like any university student would do, he saunters over to your seat, taking his place next to you. you throw him a polite smile (nothing too crazy) and he spends the lecture taking notes and wondering if he can learn your name.
eventually, this silent flirtation with oikawa becomes too obvious, and you extend an offer to be friends.
“you’re smart,” you reason with him one afternoon after a particularly difficult lecture. “you’re top of the class. i need that spot. you know what they say. keep your friends close and your enemies even closer.”
he spends his time at the library with you marveling at your traits. the choice of pen, the way you smooth over your hair when it gets too messy. he loves the way you furrow your brow when something’s a bit too tough.
and you, you loved tooru for his determination. loved him for the way he motivated you during midterms and treated you to ice cream when you felt down.
one day, the two of you are on a park bench, and oikawa thinks he’s found the piece to his puzzle. he’s hesitant, and a bit shaky (only you could do that to him) as he whispers his confession into the spring air.
you giggle your affirmation and kiss him sweetly on the lips.
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You like to call your boyfriend cute when you talk about him to your coworkers, saying things like: “He’s so cute, he cooks for me all the time!” or “My boyfriend just bought me this flower bouquet for our date! Isn’t he the cutest?” and it planted an image into your coworkers mind of your boyfriend being this soft looking guy. So they definitely didn’t expect a tall muscular guy with a face that literally embodies “if looks could kill” to walk into the building claiming to be your boyfriend and that you had asked him to pick you up. But it did help a little when you run into his arms telling how much you miss him and for a moment, they catch his hard face turned soft. Ok maybe he was a little cute.
-Sakusa, Ushijima, Kageyama, Iwaizumi, Tsukishima.
REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!
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Fragments of Love ˖ ࣪⊹
K. TUSKISHIMA x Fem!reader ˖ ࣪⊹
Sum: Loving Tsukishima wasn’t easy, and eventually the fraction of love he gave her wasn’t enough to make up for his words anymore.
Warnings: Angst, toxic relationships, cursing, not proceed ofc!!
.˚₊‧ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ‧₊˚.
It was to perfect, wasn’t it? Sure she knew what she had gotten herself into when she began dating him knowing it wasn’t easy. But every couple has downs right? But one fight turned into one every week, and one every week turned into almost every day. They’d go days without having a meaningful conversation or even checking up on one another. The smile she once greeted him with slowly disappearing every time he saw her, she looked exhausted.
She was, she was tired of begging for his attention his love. The fucking bare minimum, why couldn’t he give it to her? Because he simply didn’t want to? ‘
‘Just leave him.’
She couldn’t, she stayed because even after the cruel words he said to her even after he got in her face even after everything. She came back to him every single time. Because he apologized.
He’d apologize, holding her close to him and tell her that he was sorry and he loved her. He’d show her so much love, because deep down he knew he was wrong for what he’s done.
That she never. Ever. Deserved the things he said yet he said them to her. He’d break her heart over and over again and she stayed. And everyone remind him that, simply tell him that he didn’t deserve her. That he took her generosity for granted, and that someday she won’t be as forgiving, that she won’t run back into his arms.
Their voices echoed outside the gym, they had been arguing all day and it finally erupted. Him complaining that she’s taking up his practice time, that he has better things to do then sit her and argue with “ a fucking-!”
“A fucking what?! A fucking what Kei!”
“A stupid fucking bitch!”
“Fuck you! You don’t care about anyone but your fucking self!”
He scoffed going back and forth with her, his face close with her as there screaming match became more heated. The sound of the gym doors opening being drowned out as they yelled. “You put your hands on her I’ll put you down my self.”
Tsukishima turned around quickly the feeling of his captains hand grabbing his arm, “like I’d fucking touch her.” He said.
Daichi glanced at his fist then to him “but you thought about it.” His voice stern. Tsukishima scoffed pulling away from Daichi walking to the gym, not sparing her a glance. As sick as it was she wouldn’t be surprised if he ever laid his hands on her, he’s punched walls and thrown things at her.
Daichis eyes met hers, her makeup running her eyes bloodshot. “Think it’s best you head home for the night.”
So she did.
And when it was time for his cycle to repeat, she stood there her eyes lifeless as she looked at him. Moving her head when he tried touching her face. Her anger was still fresh. Give her time. Give her time to come back like she dose.
Time was given and she didn’t run back into his arms, she didn’t accept his apologies. Days had passed and he was going crazy, the messages he sent being left on read over and over. Her never responding to them even when he would curse as her and tell her stop being dramatic in the voicemails he sent. He couldn’t stand how she avoided him in the halls like he was nothing. He was weak.
He’d never admit it would he that he was weak without her. It made him sick how dependent he was for her. Once two weeks had pass he couldn’t take it anymore.
“Please.” A broken sob came from his throat.
“Go home Kei.” She spoke turning around to face him more.
Tsukishima was on his knees his head touching the pavement as he bowed apologetically, “I’m begging you please.” He cried.
He had finally looked up to her hoping there was something, even a simple frown in her brows. But nothing, she faced him emotionless. Just like last time. He’d sucked the last bit of life out of her, that when he finally decided to care it was too late. He wanted her to laugh in his face right now tell him how pathetic he was; crying at her feet like this. Yet she just stood there her hands tucked away in her sleeves her arms crossed.
“You used to make me feel good about myself, but now you make me feel like shit.” She spoke softly.
“Like I’m not good enough, or interesting enough-“
“I don’t think that..” he started.
“No shut up. Because that’s bullshit Tsukishima! You’ve told me yourself,” she scoffed. “Telling me I’m not good enough, that I’m lame, that I’m annoying that I’m unlovable.” She said her voice cracking.
His heart broke because she was right. He never had anything good to say, he’d done nothing but degrade her for months. That he was the cause of all of this because he couldn’t show her his love.
“I hate that it’s taken me till now to open my eyes,” no, no,no.
“Because I am enough. I am interesting, I am worthy of fucking love!” She spoke her voice stern.
She was worthy of love, yet he never showed that to her. He wasn’t worthy of hers, he didn’t deserve the chance she gave him. And she was going to leave him, this was what he was so afraid of. Trusting letting someone in. But how could he feel that what when the person he treated so horribly let him in so easily over and over again, he treated her like a fucking chore. Not his girlfriend.
“We’re done Kei. Over. I’m transferring, because I can’t be around you. I’m blocking and removing you on socials, don’t fucking reach out to me. Because with me leaving I don’t know what you’ll do. Maybe you’ll get a new girlfriend and treat her like a fucking human being.”
No, no he didn’t want a new girlfriend. He wanted her, she was leaving him. Leaving him for good. Moving schools so she doesn’t have to she his fucking face anymore. Blocking him so she doesn’t receive messages of him threatening and bullying her then begging for forgiveness. Over and over.
Broken sobs came from him as he stood up walking towards her, pleading her not to go. Just to give him a chance he’ll make it right this time. He promises. He promised to love her. To cherish her. That nobody could love him like she did because she was lovable. Because he was so fucking in love with her.
His head pressed against her front door as he begged her to open it, that he’ll make it right. A loud thud of his fist hitting the door as he cried. “Go home Tsukishima or I’m calling your brother to pick you up.” She spoke her back to the door.
“Don’t do this.. please.”
His brother had eventually picked him up with Yamaguchi and his father. When he got home he stood in his room phone in hand a message typed out to her. The message was green when he sent it.
“FUCK!” He yelled throwing his phone. Anger, was all he felt Anger and sadness. As he thrashed his room tears streaming down his face. He fucking hated her how could she do this to him. How could she leave him. That she made him feel so loved and she just left him. God how pathetic, she was a fucking loser, leave him? How could she leave him in so much pain?
“You’re actually joking me right…”
Tsukishimas eyes met his best friends. “What..”
“You’re blaming her.. how dare she leave?”Tadashi scoffed. Tsukishimas eyes left his looking over the others that sat with him during break Kageyama and Hinata.
The team stayed out of his business of corse but tsukishima brought this on himself rambling about her, because he was obsessed. Because he couldn’t admit he was in the wrong. That he was wrong, but how dare she leave right? Because it’s all on her.
“You ruined her.” The voice of the team’s manager spoke up.
Everyone looked at her, before Tsukishima could open his mouth she turned towards him “You ruined her, she let you hurt her over and over again. And she stayed. But when she’s finally fed up with your bullshit. When she became self aware of her self worth it’s selfish? Shame on her for wanting to be loved right? Shame on her for knowing she is so much more than you ever deserved.” She scoffed.
Kiyoko looked Tsukishima in the eyes “Thanks to you, she won’t ever be able to let anyone in as easily again, she won’t be able to feel loved because you tore her apart, you didn’t love her.”
“I did, I do love her. Fuck you, you don’t know what you’re talking about.” He spoke standing up.
Kiyoko rolled her eyes. “You don’t, you never fucking loved her because if you did she still be here. If you loved her you would have showed her.”
“But you’re a fucking insecure loser.” She finished her tone filled with venom.
Tsukishima was speechless. Kiyoko was right, that if he loved her she would still be there. With him smiling, holding his hand. But she wasn’t.
He ruined her, ruined her sanity and self respect for herself. Shame on her for having an enough to leave him so she could fix herself. Because all of a sudden once she left once he knew he lost her he started caring. She wouldn’t let anyone love her in the way she deserved because of him, because of him she’ll create a barrier never to let anyone in again.
Because he only gave her a fragment of his love.
 it’s very much ranting apologies.. listened to ceilings on repeat while writing this!!
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Media presence, part 2
word count; 797 – gn!reader
go read part 1 first for the best experience
You didn’t spend most of your time around the volleyball players themselves. Their managers communicated with you about their events and you used all the information you had to make sure everyone looked good and everything was well-prepared in terms of their image. It’s a busy job, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t love it.
Some days you would spend all your hours in the office, either at home or at work, and some days you got to join the players to make sure everything went well. The day after your talk with Sakusa, there was a photo shoot for a sportswear advert and they wanted your problem children.
All four of them had their makeup done and were dressed up in their first outfits, which were beach-themed. They walked out of the changing rooms and stood in a line, adorned in various shirts with shorts of different lengths. You were picking at their clothes, rambling about how important it was that they tried to coordinate so all four could shine in every photo while they nodded along without even registering your words.
Meanwhile, you also made some observations. For example, you looked at Atsumu and hummed in appreciation. “They put you in the shortest shorts like I told them to, good.” You knew what the fans liked and gave the customer some pointers ahead of time. This visibly boosted his ego and you chuckled under your breath as you moved on. “Make sure you give the other guys some pointers, ninja Shoyo. I advised them to put you in the front for this theme.” Then you looked at Bokuto and tilted your head. “I thought I suggested a different hairstyle, but you look great, buddy.” All he heard was look great. Finally, you looked at Sakusa, and you would be dead before you admitted to taking in a breath from seeing him up close without a mask.
He blinked at you, hoping he looked bored even though his heart painfully begged to get a compliment from you. It took you a moment to collect yourself and he smiled just a little. You cleared your throat, looking him up and down. He was wearing a skin-tight top, making his muscles look especially good. “Yes, boss?” he said, making the others snicker like children.
“Please put some effort into this and don’t look sour. You know…” Sakusa looked annoyed again, perhaps because he didn’t get an obvious compliment so you rolled your eyes. “Don’t waste it.” you finished before walking straight off to go see the stylists about some comments you had, and both of you knew what you were talking about. Don’t waste your pretty face.
To some people’s surprise, Sakusa did very well! Not only did he look hot, but there was a charming smirk on his face as well that you only recognised from hearing it in his voice before. Sakusa knew you were watching and it was oddly motivating. Still, when Atsumu asked why he was being so cooperative, he crossed his arms and frowned, saying something about how much he wanted to get it over with.
You were looking at the photos sent to you from the client a couple of days later, smiling at how good all your guys looked. While you couldn’t send them the photos yet in fear that they didn’t understand what confidential meant, you sent them each a message saying they looked good and did a great job.
While throwing together all your stuff to go home for the day, you heard your phone buzz on the desk and picked it up only when you were ready to leave. You were humming something under your breath until you saw Sakusa’s message.
Sakusa: Is that from you or the bosses?
You smiled, cursing the way your ears felt warm.
From me:)
After that, you didn’t expect any answer from him, putting the phone in your pocket while travelling home. But as you were brushing your teeth, another message came in.
Sakusa: Bet you wrote that to all the guys.
You had to reread it 10 times, wondering if this was really Sakusa and in that case, what he meant by it. Nursing your lip between your teeth, you replied.
What if I did, does that bother you?
Sakusa: Don’t flatter yourself.
Sakusa blinked at the message he sent, cursing himself for sending something that sounded so… not nice. It did bother him, and the fact that it bothered him bothered him even more. He wished he was the only one you noticed despite this being your job. How embarrassing of him. He left his phone beside him on the bed, closing his eyes as he realised he probably wouldn’t be receiving any more messages for now.
So much for trying to flirt.
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/I feel like all his texts could be read in a flirty or teasing tone, but because they’re from Sakusa, it doesn’t work out. Also, I wrote a part 3 which will be the final part.
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