#hq love letters

[utahimeow]

ok for your kink game, tooru + “just the tip”….

cw — nsfw content minors dni. f!reader, smut, established relationship, super fluffy

“please, let me put it in?” tooru’s face is nestled into your neck as he whines. he nibbles at your neck–a fiend, his arms wrapped tight around your waist to keep you flush against his body as the sun rises outside.

“tooru, i have to be up–” you glance at the clock on your bedside table. “–five minutes ago. i can’t be late for work again.”

“just the tip? please? need to feel you,” he sighs, teasing his erection against your ass, whimpering pathetically when cloth gets in the way.

you curse the way he has you clenching around nothing, no doubt dripping from the way he grinds his bulge against you. “…fine. just the tip.”

it’s not uncommon for your pretty boyfriend to cause your morals to vanish. unfortunately for you, his silky voice and sparkly brown eyes and soft pink lips are just too hard to resist. but also you’d be stupid to deny him, with his sculpted body and his muscled arms and–well, his perfect dick.

tooru tugs his pajama pants down his legs, pumping his leaking cock as he pulls your panties aside, always grateful for your choice to wear no more than an oversized shirt and underwear to bed. he dips a finger into your hole, grinning when your wet walls clamp around him instantly.

“tooru…” you breathe, but it’s more of a moan than the warning you were trying to give.

“still need to get you ready, angel,” he coos, pressing soft kisses to your neck that have your heavy eyes fluttering shut.

when he’s satisfied with his prepping you, he shifts forward, dragging the head of his cock through your sopping folds, eliciting a whimpered plea from you. he grins like the asshole he is, but he’s reminded that he’s just as needy as you are when you grind your hips back against him. his tip catches your entrance and it’s enough to make him moan.

“c’mon tooru… quit teasing,” you say, still in a battle between sleep and consciousness.

he slides in–just his tip–and both of you sigh in unison from the somewhat relief. he drags it in and out, in and out, slow and steady, hardly enough to get either of you off.

there are times where you would appreciate this. the contact, the intimacy, the warmth of your boyfriend connected with you. right now though, you need release.

“more, tooru, need more,” you beg, your hand reaching back until it lands in his curls, all messy and askew.

“yeah?” he mumbles into your shoulder, grinding his hips a little harder. you think he’s probably about halfway in now, but the feeling of his fingers drifting beneath your shirt and landing on your soft nipples melts away your urge to argue.

each of his thrusts feeds the growing flame in your stomach, making your limbs go lax as you turn pliant for him. he peppers kisses over your neck, your jaw, your temple, desperate to be even closer to you, to melt into you.

before long, he’s burying himself to the hilt with each stroke, but you’re too close to care. and when his fingers reach between your soft thighs to play with your clit, you cry and gasp, clinging to his arm as he fucks you through your orgasm. he follows not long after, filling you up with warm ropes of cum and tiny gasps in your ear.

you should have known this was tooru’s plan all along, really, but it was over the moment you realised you were already late and did nothing about it. needless to say, you called in sick to work that day.

[zmbiesuga]

TWENTY TWENTY VISION — m. atsumu x gn!reader

sypnosis: atsumu needs glasses, but why on earth would he make his & your life easier by wearing them?

warnings: i'm gonna beat the shit out of atsumu oh my GOD he irks me so bad, post-timeskip atsumu, eensy bit of angst if you squint super super hard, osamu mention, i can't write the miya accent™ for the life of me but i tried so sorry, petnames such as baby used, he calls the reader pretty

notes: inspired by the fact that i just recently got my new glass and haven't had a pair since i was 14 so seeing the world focused fucks with me a lil bit, ALSO, atsumu with glasses has been flooding my brain, osamu is farsighted cause i said so

"I'm not wearin' 'em."

"Atsumu, please, you need to wear them, you have astigmatism in both of your eyes! And you're nearsighted!"

Atsumu lets out a soft huff as he crosses his arms, as if he isn't the reason you've been having this argument essentially since you brought up him even getting his eyes checked.

It all started when Osamu had gotten new glasses, that's what Atsumu thinks anyways, that this is all stupid Samu's fault.

Osamu came over one afternoon for a harmless visit, with new glasses on. You had asked Osamu about them, and commented that you never knew he needed glasses to which he responded:

"Oh yeah, me and Tsumu both do, he just hasn't worn his since junior high."

You swear you've never seen Atsumu react so quickly, his head snapping to Osamu and immediately telling him to shut up through gritted teeth. The subject gets dropped instantly, but now you're giving Atsumu side-glances throughout the night until Osamu leaves.

After you two are settled into bed and Atsumu is almost asleep, until your voice rings out in the dark.

"Is that why you squint so much?" you ask in a voice barely above a whisper.

"...What are ya on about?" Atsumu asks, turning to face you with a soft expression.

"Is that why you squint so much?" you ask again, "Because you don't wear glasses like you're supposed to, so the world's all unfocused for you all the time, is that why?"

Atsumu's silence and stunned expression is all the answer you need.

"That's what I thought," you mumble before turning away from him, "your eye appointment is Saturday at four."

And that puts Atsumu where he is now, sitting at the island connected to the kitchen in your small apartment, staring down the thick black lenses as if he was trying to explode them with his mind.

"I said, I ain't wearin' 'em," he huffs again vehemently, looking at you with an unwilling expression, "and that's final. I don't need no stupid glasses, I can see just fine."

"Oh yeah?" you challenge, palms resting against the island as you stand on the opposite side of it, "If you don't need your glasses, read the paper on our fridge. Without squinting."

Atsumu's face goes a little pale, his eyes widening slightly. He looks over your shoulder at the paper held onto the fridge with a stupid magnet in the shape of a volleyball.

"It, uh..." he trails off, trying to not squint as much as possible, "...it...it doesn't matter what it says! I'm still not wearin' those glasses! I don't need 'em!"

"Atsumu that paper is no more than four feet away from you, and you can't even tell me what the bolded title says," you responded in an almost pleading tone, "baby, you need your glasses, so I am begging you, please put them on."

Atsumu's face softens slightly at your pleading voice, before it turns unwilling again as he looks down at his arms and mumbles something you can't quite make out.

"What was that?" you ask.

"...They make me look dumb," he repeats a little louder, looking back up at you, "they make me look like an idiot, and since my eyes aren't used to being focused, I feel like a baby deer learnin' how to walk."

"Tsumu," you reply gently, your own expression softening, "if you didn't like the way glasses look, why didn't you ask for contacts?"

"Because they scare me," he rebuttals, "which I know is stupid because they're an easy solution to my problem, but they rip and get stuck and...I don't know, that just scares me."

You stare at him blankly before taking a deep breath, "Atsumu," you start, "I'm not...trying to make you look stupid, okay? I just know that you need them, and you know that too. It might be awkward at first, but won't it be worth it to see the world a little more clearer? So you won't have to squint to read traffic signs or drive through menus? And, glasses aren't a permanent solution, we can work our way up to contacts, but you need to wear these for now."

Atsumu looks down at the glasses again, letting out another unsure sigh as he picks the thick rims up, and places them on his face.

It's weird at first, everything is clearer. The titanium fridge, that stupid volleyball magnet and the paper it holds, and more importantly...

You.

The way your entire face shifts into focus leaves Atsumu speechless. He knows how pretty you are, he doesn't need glasses to see it, but god do they make it better.

You give Atsumu a weird look, "What?" you ask puzzled, "Can you see better?"

"Yeah," he responds with a small smile, "I can see real good, pretty."

[merlucide]

You CANNOT tell me akaashi wouldn’t write you love letters. Pls I can just see him slipping a letter in your school bag in pretty handwriting ‘ Y/N ❤︎ ‘. He would write you the most romantic poems, signed at the bottom ‘ Keiji Akaashi ‘ .

[lightnightss]

✮Part One: Cherry Wine✮

M.list

Yn slips her phone into her back pocket before looking around. Her eyes search the area around her before landing on the blonde haired worker. She smiles as she starts to walk towards her.

“Hey” She says with a bright tone. The blonde girl pauses as she is moving chairs from what was once the crowd of a Q&A. Yn takes note of the way her eyes widen with shook before the girl smiles awkwardly.

“Oh, hello. Can I help you?” The blonde says in a slightly too high pitch. Yn shakes her head at the question.

“Oh no, I just wanted to introduce myself. I didn’t really get to talk before the whole book signing thing, I’m Yn” The shorter girl laughs softly, covering her mouth with her hand as she does so.

“It’s nice to meet you, Yn. My name is Yachi” she responds with a shy smile and a nod. The soft pink dusting the tips of her ears visible due to her short hair being pulled back in a loose ponytail.

“It’s lovely to meet you, as well. Would you like some help with the chairs?” Yn offers rolling the sleeves of her white button up.

“Oh no, you don’t have to do that!” Yachi says waving her hands in front of herself. Shaking her head in disagreement. Meanwhile, Yn has already started moving chairs from the crowd to tables around the cafe section of the shop.

“I offered, besides it will get done much faster if I help you” Yn says with a sly grin in Yachi’s direction. The blonde opens her mouth to argue but nothing comes out. Instead she continues to reorganize the shop alongside Yn.

After a few minutes the cafe was back to normal. Yachi turns to Yn, who is furiously typing on her phone. She watches as Yn sighs and slips her phone back in her pocket. “It was very nice to meet you, but my friends are yelling at me so I really do have to go now. Thank you for having me!” Yn says quickly as she begins to walk out of the store.

Yachi watches through the glass windows of the store as Yn’s supposed friends hit her shoulder and begin to walk off together.

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[heartdaichi]

cw // nsfw, minors dni

a/n : as a girl with glasses, this is very accurate

iwaizumi is the type of guy who believes that girls with glasses are secretly the biggest sluts. when he says girls with glasses, he means the ones who really can’t see, and have to wear them 24/7. he absolutely adores them.

which is why he’s dating you, his cute little gf who can’t see an inch in front of her without her specs on. seeing you push up the wired frame on the bridge of your nose sends a warm flood of pride to his heart at the thought of having someone so cute all to himself.

iwa also loves the fact that in public, you act all modest and shy when really, he knows what you’re truly like behind closed doors ; a pretty, needy girl in specs who goes down on her knees just to get her weekly fill from her oh-so-loving boyfriend.

“this what you want, baby? you want me to cum in this pretty cunt?” iwa fucks you into the bed, paying no attention to the way your glasses ride up on your nose as he pushes your face into the pillows. “like this?”

by the satisfied sigh you let out, iwa knows your brain has turned into a happy pile of mush. the way you groan at every thrust tells him a lot too, and it has him pulling your back flush against his chest and your chin locked in his palm as his hips snap rhythmically against yours.

he drinks in the way your eyes cross through the lenses of your glasses, clouded with the vapour from your heated pants. your tongue rests on your bottom lip and you look like you’re drowning in absolute bliss, and iwa decides that that this is a moment he wants to keep forever.

so, he pulls out his phone, opens the camera app and positions it just so your face takes up the majority of the frame. “smile, doll.” your eyes drift to the screen and you smile weakly, your glasses askew and your lips swollen from his rough kisses.

iwa pulls back the phone and smiles at your toothy grin lighting up the screen. he loves his dumb little glasses wearing gf <3

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[miya-rin]

dear yn

osamu told me short and sweet is the way to go so i decided to listen to him for once.

i like you, alot. i like you a little more than best friends are supposed to. i didnt realise it at first, actually i only realised when i saw that first year confess to you, the thought of you being with someone other than me made my chest feel tight.

and i know youre gonna make fun of me for being all sappy and writing you a letter, that is if you still wanna talk to me after this, but i know that if I’m talking to you face to face it will be much harder and ill never end up confessing.

just like last 2 times I’ve tried.

you have probably notice how nervous i am around you now, and i know it’s probably weird for you to see me like that, trust me its weird for me too, but the fact that i haven’t confessed eats away at me every night, so i’m thinking its better for me to do this and it be kinda awkward after than to never get over you and you be uncomfortable with the way i act.

you may not feel the same but please, just don’t stop talking to me, i still appreciate you so much and i cant imagine life without you, even if that means we aren’t together.

anyway, as i’ve said, short and sweet (at least i hope it is) so please just think about it, you don’t have to answer right away, buttttt i would prefer that.

love atsumu

my dear yn collection!

this was inspired by @oogoshi check out their “dear yn” series!

[idlerin]

A LETTER TO YOU

w bf! suna rintarou x gn! reader

content — letters, fluffy fluff

To [name],

I thought you were stupidly annoying when we first met, until those thoughts turned into me thinking you were stupidly pretty. Still, that same thing that made you annoying was one of the things that made me start falling for you.

Do you know how much I appreciate you? I feel like I don’t say it enough but I do. I may not be the most transparent person to be with, but know that I appreciate every little thing you do for me. When you would always wait for me to come home after a long tiring day, when you give me space whenever I need it, when you would stay with me when you feel like I need comfort even if I don’t say it directly, you just know it somehow, and a bunch of other stuff I can’t possibly fit onto this piece of paper. You being with me even if I can be the most tiring person to possibly date means so much to me. Thank you.

You fill my life with so much happiness I didn’t know I could ever have. We’ve been together for years, you’re still the first thing on my mind in the morning, and my last thought in the evening. Every single day, I fall for you even more. I didn’t even think that was possible but it is.

Sometimes I think that I’m not deserving of you because you’re everything good in this world and I’m just me, but then again I’m too selfish to let you go.

I would never, just the thought of it makes me sick, you’re mine alright? And I’ve always been yours.

I’m going to let you in on a little secret, back when we were in high school, I tried learning some of your hobbies so we could have something to talk about. I went with you to the library when you wanted to study for a quiz or an exam just so I could spend more time with you. I always wanted to be by your side.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I’m so in love with you.

As I’m writing this, you’re at work and I’m alone in our apartment, I just started writing this because I missed you and I wouldn't be seeing you until a couple of hours :/

Yours,

Rintarou

note — this was impulsive (i was supposed to sleep), i wanted to write more fluff

[letterstoear]

A confession from Kenma

Notes: I actually posted this letter on my other blog @2-lines-and-a-circle but I wanted to include this letter as a special freebie for those who purchase a Kenma keychain.

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Small Kenma Keychain

In the endless cycle of life, a sweaty Kenma rushed into the convenience store. Clearly out of breath from rushing into the store. Did he want the limited-edition cherry blossom pudding by chance? Or was there something more. Approaching the counter Kenma placed down a letter with your name on it. Leaving with a bottle of water and a teammate to carry him back. Waiting for your heart to calm down, you opened to letter to read the contents, there it said:

By now, you probably already know that I’ve skipped practice just to hand you this letter, but it’s okay. I know you won’t trash it… at least, I hope so. There's an upcoming tournament for volleyball and I’m sure you’re aware of it, but I need to tell you something before it’s too late. When we first started talking at the convenience store, I didn’t think about it too much. Our conversations never went that deep; they were always light conversations you could have with anyone. Yet, they found their way to me. Through each conversation I got to learn more about yourself, good or bad. Not once did I get tired of hearing you talk. Your every word kept me drawn in. Over time, I gradually found myself looking forward to these talks.

Then, everything came crashing down on me. Practice started picking up and naturally, our time to meet had gotten shorter. I missed my chance to see you, but I’m not mad about it. I think I needed the distance. I needed the distance, so I could see for myself how much I like you. To understand how seeing your smile, changing facial expressions, and how pointless these conversations would be if it wasn't you. What made each and every conversation special was you. Deep down inside, I think I always yearned for more, yet I pushed that feeling away. But why? Why was I so afraid of taking that extra step towards you? I wasn’t quite sure of the answer as to why. All I knew was I wanted to start a different relationship with you. I wanted to push out of this running loop.

But pushing out of this loop was a lot harder than I thought. I couldn’t find the timing for it to be done. Each time I finished practice, I immediately headed towards the convenience store. However, you weren’t there. I missed you. I felt anxious, but I still tried to explain it logically. Telling myself you had finished work already and were heading home. I told myself it was alright, there was still tomorrow to try again. This went on for the next couple of days, until a thought popped into my mind. I needed to try something still unknown to myself. Guts. Even now, I don’t quite get them, but if I didn't want to continue with the way things were going, I had to push out of the loop. For the first time, I needed to do something illogical.

I already knew my feelings towards you and wanted to take that next step, yet I was holding myself back. Timing, that had nothing to do with it at all because I stayed stuck in one place, all on my own. It was pointless if I was stuck in place. I have to, no I need to take that extra step to you now. I couldn’t wait till the next day because you might disappear. To know you could be gone when I didn’t even try. That scares me. I couldn’t let that happen. So, even if I stumble over my words or find it hard to pick the right ones, I want you to know that I like you. I may not say it as often as you’ll like, but I’ll try my best to show you.

I took that step towards you, so I need to know if you’re ready to take that next step with me. This isn’t something to be done by myself; it needs to be done together. I can’t be the only one to move. It’s okay if you’re not ready right now, we can get to know each other better first, but I won’t let you go. You’re someone I want to be with and not as a friend, but romantically. I want to experience the different sides of you, the you outside the convenience store. Plus, I want to show you more of myself. This isn’t something I can do on my own. I need you to understand that. I like you and those conversations were nice, but I’m ready for it to be more, so are you ready to take the next step with me?

Kenma Kozume

[euyrdice]

some of my favorite moments from haikyuu battle at garbage dump movie

daichi and tetsuro pointing at each other across the net as they and everyone walks to their spot on the court :-) hawks eye view of the court so its a subtle, quiet moment

the nekoma player (i forgot who) sitting on levs back while lev is doing push-ups, and lev struggling so much but still just letting him

the animation switching to kenma pov during the game for quite a few moments. really, really well done. quickly overwhelming, with everyones heavy breathing fading to just kenmas as the audience’s view becomes kenmas. the constant movement as kenma watches the ball, his teammates, and the opposing players. the way the animation turning static-y. made me think kenma was gonna faint or something

hinata getting his head pat and hair ruffled :-)

tetsuro sliding and hitting the ball with his leg

childhood friends kenma and tetsuro. just how good these two are, to each other and as humans 

baby tetsuro trying and failing and trying and failing and trying to set the ball :’)

kenma hinata knife fight scene 

these two just being so engaged in the other. how often they’re seen thinking about and effecting one another, how often kenma says hinata’s first name, shoyos excitment when kenma says hes having fun. they’re a little obsessed heh

kenmas smirk. never getting tired of it. 

lev being a puppy. an angel. an underrated king.

tendouuuuuuuuuuuu <3333

tendou talking directly to the “camera”; facing the audience, up close and personal. when the audience angle switches to behind him, we only see his back side- for a moment he’s still looking into nothingness; at the “first camera”

observant kageyama

shoyo pov during the game when he’s a little overwhelmed, and then sugawaras sweet face popping into frame

bokutoooooooooooo <3333

bokuto and tetsuro friendship :-)

the way akashi holds his own hand/wrist while standing :-))) the akashi boku tetsu trio

tetsuro’s loud, head thrown back laugh

tsukushima’s bright, genuine smile

tetsuro’s sideways grin; a little irritated a little wolfish, whenever karasuno scores a point or takes the lead

tetsuro annoying everyone tsukushima

the angle when shoyo gets (more) excited after his frustration; goes to hit the ball, him bright-eyed and rising in the frame towards the audience

kageyamas one-sided beef with kenma fhdhf

shoyo loving kenma so much (me too)

even when nekoma loses they win and grow :’) love them forever actually

tetsuro falling on the floor on his back

[akutails]

MUSEUM VISITS - tsukishima kei

✁timeskip! tsukishima decides to finally visit this one museum he's been seeing in tokyo. warnings: spoilers for timeskip tsuki and asahi. repost from @[kgyamaboyf].

Tsukishima roams the busy streets of Tokyo, stuffing his cold hands further into his coat pockets. His breath feels hot inside his mask, despite his freezing body, as he walks mindlessly around the unfamiliar city. He’s been to Tokyo several times, two of those times during his high school days when Karasuno competed in the Spring High National Tournament. Still, he hasn’t properly seen the city in all its glory. He doesn’t know why he decided to go out since he has an important match to play tomorrow, but being stuck in a hotel room with his two teammates with varying personalities seemed too draining for him at the moment.

The busy streets of Tokyo didn’t seem like Tsukishima’s scene. It’s not like he looked out of place, but he felt out of place. During these times, he wonders if this is what Asahi felt when he left Miyagi to study in a fashion school here. Unlike Tsukishima, he was more shy and reluctant, scared of failure, and easily demotivated. Asahi didn’t seem like the person to move away from the comfort of his hometown to a scary, wild place like Tokyo. To his surprise, his senior easily fit into Tokyo with little to no problem. There was an initial dialect border, but he eventually found his footing in Tokyo. Some days, he’ll receive a notification from the Karasuno Alumni group chat from him, talking about Tokyo and how happy he is with his current life. Tsukishima thought about visiting him, but he was never really close with him, so he scrapped the idea.

Tugging his scarf over his nose, he spots a building out of the corner of his eyes. He has seen this building several times throughout his many trips to Tokyo, but he never had the chance to visit it. There wasn’t much to see when he looked it up after seeing it while accompanying Kageyama and Hinata on their jog. Their website was practically abandoned; the only information he gathered was that it was a museum, open until eleven.

Tsukishima lets out a heavy sigh once he enters the museum, relishing the heater’s warmth inside the building. It wasn’t much warmer than outside, but he could tolerate it enough to remove the hood of his coat from his head and his mask. After wiping the fog from his glasses after being in the cold, he looks around. The interior wasn’t underwhelming, but it wasn’t overwhelming either. The off-white cream paint of the walls and pillars peeling from the bottom looked pretty worn out and old. The lights were dim, flickering every once in a while. Looking forward, the front desk looked empty. The man behind the counter had his head down on the table, obnoxious snores coming out of his mouth. Tsukishima had nothing bad to say about him, however. It was already nearing eleven in the evening, and he was probably itching to go home.

He almost wanted to walk right back out, not wanting to bother the napping man, but he wanted to stay inside for a little longer. This worn-out building looked more like his scene than the neon-lit streets of Tokyo. Not long after looking around some more, the man groggily lifted his head and spotted the tall blond near the entrance. Immediately fixing himself and his wrinkled uniform, he calls over the middle blocker. “Hey, you! You wanna get a tour?”

Said blond nearly jumped in his spot at the man’s loud and raspy voice. He looked over to the man, who seemed less collected than his smile gives off, and approached the desk. “It’s almost eleven. Aren’t you supposed to shoo me away or something?”

The man’s smile only widens, shifting his gaze to the old-model monitor in front of him. He taps a few buttons before the sound of a printer echoes through the halls. Tsukishima could only watch as the man signed an all-pass tour ticket and slid it over the desk. He finally gets a good look at the man and almost cringes at the tacky uniform he’s wearing. It looked tacky and out-of-date; the dark green color only worsened it. He looks down at the ticket and sees the same color, filled with silly, unmatching stickers and labels with his scrawny signature on the side.

Pulling out his wallet from his coat pocket, Tsukishima asks, “how much is this?”

“It’s on the house, kid!”

Tsukishima frowns a bit, “No, I insist. You’re about to close.”

This time, the man wears a sad smile, flicking the ticket closer to the blond as he stands up. The instant change of mood makes Tsukishima uncomfortable.

“I told you, it’s on the house. I’m sure the tour guide would love to see you.”

The man leads Tsukishima further into the building and points at a person he can’t quite see. He’s told to approach this person, his tour guide, and show them his pass. Once the man leaves, he starts to walk in your direction.

His vision starts to clear as he gets a better view of you. You were standing in front of two large open double doors, which he assumes are the entrance, staring off to the side. He follows your line of vision and spots various walls filled into diagonal lines with paintings hanging on them. Most of the walls were empty; then he sees the two workers approach one of the walls and detach the artwork from it, carrying it off to an unknown location.

Looking back at you, he recognizes the look of grief flash in your eyes as you observe the workers take each painting away. Your arms were crossed in front of your chest, posture slumping down slightly. He recognizes the tacky, muddy green uniform you’re wearing, the same uniform that the man at the front desk wore, but you pulled it off better. The collar was crisp, and your shirt still looked pressed after a long day at work, tucked inside your baggy pants. You ditched the heavy boots the other man was wearing for a pair of white running shoes, albeit a little dirty and worn out now. He switches his gaze back to the workers, watching as they carry the large paintings away.

From the corners of your eyes, you spot a tall man suddenly in front of you. Holding back a startling noise, you spot a ticket hanging from his fingers as he looks over to the side. With a small, sad smile, you follow his line of sight.

“I don’t know where they’re taking the paintings,” you start, making Tsukishima snap his head in your direction, “but they’re definitely not staying here anymore.”

“Did someone buy them?”

“I wish, but no.” You sigh, picking at the skin on your thumb as you watch the workers carry the last painting, “they’re moving it somewhere else, or probably giving them back to the artists.”

Tsukishima gives you a weird look, to which you reply with a quiet chuckle, “this museum is going out of business soon; that’s why they’re moving them out. Tomorrow, they’re gonna start to move the other, larger displays.”

He gives you a knowing nod, suddenly realizing why the man was so eager to provide him with a free ticket because it didn’t matter anymore. He puts two and two together and figures out why he never saw anything about this museum when he looked it up; it hasn’t been doing well. The place couldn’t afford the renovations to keep the site looking spick and span, and it couldn’t afford to hold all of the displays inside. It was probably long-awaited, the downfall of this museum, but you were here to wait it out.

“The tour guide would love to see you.”

Giving his attention back to you, he hands you his ticket. “Can I still get a tour, then?”

Your eyes visibly light up, reaching out to grab the ticket from his hand. You inspect the ticket for a second before ripping off one end and returning the rest to the blond. You smile a real one this time and hold out your hand.

“Thank you so much for taking an interest. I’m _____, and if it’s not obvious by now, I’ll be your tour guide.”

He awkwardly shakes your hand in return, “I’m Tsukishima. Thank you for having me. I’ll be in your care.”

“It’s no problem, Tsukishima!” his name rolls off your tongue so easily, he notes, “it’s been a while since we’ve had a walk-in. The most recent visitors we’ve had were usually just children.”

“Speaking of children, a second-grade class came here earlier,” you lean over to the wall and start switching on the other lights, “they weren’t all that interested, though.”

Tsukishima hums in response, squinting at the sudden light source. As his vision steadies, his eyes widen at the display inside. There were rows of different fossils, along with large boards beside each collection.

“These are what’s left inside the museum. They’re just fossils that are evidence of the continental drift theory, which I’m pretty sure you’re already aware of.”

He trails behind you as you start to discuss the continental drift theory like it was the back of your hand, actively pointing out each fossil, which region they came from, and how they play into the drift theory. The sorrow in your eyes is completely wiped away, replaced by a look of pure interest and dedication. He already knows all of the stuff you’re spewing as someone who works in a museum himself. You’re the perfect definition of a model worker. You knew what you were talking about and engaged the audience consistently throughout your mantra, not letting him look away for even a second. You quizzed him every once in a while to test if he was actually listening and watched as you tried to give him a silly star sticker, which he didn’t have the heart to refuse. It was apparent that you worked more with children than passing tourists, but it was entertaining nonetheless.

It surprised him how you could engage him in something he already knew everything about. The way you speak with absolute certainty and clarity made him want to hear more about how the Lystrosaurus was from the middle Permian period and early Triassic period or how each creature’s fossil was distributed across the continents, proving the drift theory. Every time you look back at him with your lopsided smile, asking, “do you understand?” he slightly feels his cheeks heat up as he nods.

As you reach the end of the tour, he feels his heart tighten a bit as you deliver your closing monologue. You sigh, turning to fully face him, a hazy smile plastered on your face, “do you have any questions?”

“Why do you stay at this museum?” he asks without missing a beat. “It’s obvious how the building is holding up. It’s been a while since this place was cleaned up. Why are you still here?”

The question catches you off-guard, and Tsukishima opens his mouth to apologize, but you beat him to it. “I love what I do.”

“This museum, the art, the fossils, the old displays, I love it. There’s something about showing these beautiful things to everyone that makes me want to continue working here even if the whole place is about to collapse,” you chuckle bitterly, “but I wouldn’t trade it for anything else in the world.”

He stares at your expression, smiling. You notice this and send a slight smirk in return, “What? Did you want a more realistic answer? Something along the lines of “I just wanna get paid”? Which, mind you, I barely get paid anyway.”

He scoffs playfully, “I don’t need another answer. That’s all I need.”

Your smirk softens into a small smile, “Anything else you wanna ask, then?”

He pauses for a moment, fuck it.

“Are you free the day after tomorrow?”

You blink, “I mean, yeah, why?”

“The man at the front desk didn’t let me pay, so I’ll treat you to coffee. Sounds good?”

You go blank for a moment before nodding, feeling your cheeks tingle a bit. “Yeah, sure. Can I get your number then?”

He hands you a card mindlessly. After putting in the number on your phone, you giggle, “I knew you were an athlete of some sort with that height of yours, Tsukishima Kei of Sendai Frogs. Aren’t you playing tomorrow?”

He stares at you for a moment before feeling his cheeks bloom into a strawberry red color, reaching over to snatch the card from your hands, inspecting it. He confirms that it’s the silly business card that Kuroo made him put inside his wallet, “just in case!”. He curses said man under his breath before handing you his other card from Sendai City Museum.

Your eyes widen at the new card, tucking it in your shirt pocket after reading it over, “you work at a museum too? This is embarrassing; you probably already know everything I’ve been babbling about for the past thirty minutes. I am so sorry-”

“It’s okay, really,” he mumbles, “I appreciate it.”

You smile for the umpteenth time. “Would you mind if I come to your game tomorrow, then?”

His cheeks grow impossibly redder, “Please don’t, I swear-”

“Come on, I wanna watch! Consider it payback for the tour!”

He doesn’t have the heart to argue anymore.

╰─▸ ❝ @[akutails]'s work is not open to reposts, plagiarism, and the likes. taglist: @atsucafe

[utahimeow]

for the writing practice,, kiyoomi with either spit kink or biting maybe..

cw — nsfw content minors dni. f!reader, spitting

‘spit in my mouth pls 🥺🥺’

that’s what the tiktok comment says. the comment left on a simple video on msby’s official tiktok page in which kiyoomi is practicing his spikes. the comment that has kiyoomi staring at his phone screen with a mixture of both horror and perplexity on his face.

“why would i spit in someone’s mouth?” he asks.

unfortunately you don’t miss a beat when you say, “because it’s hot.”

you’re too preoccupied with washing the dishes to witness the utterly disgusted expression he gives you, although you can guess exactly what he looks like. “it’s vile. why would anyone want someone else’s spit in their mouth?”

“it’s not about the spit, omi. it’s about the intimacy of it all,” you explain, unable to stifle a grin.

you could continue, you could try and explain it to him until he understands. you could reason that he has no problem shooting his cum in your mouth, so how is spit any different? but ultimately you drop it. it’s just a silly tiktok comment after all.

except it sits there in kiyoomi’s mind for the next few days. as he practises, as he falls asleep, as he fucks you deep. it’s gross, he keeps telling himself. but why isn’t he convinced?

and when his thumb gently forces your mouth open as he drives his hips into yours, when he watches your eyes turn shiny and your face turn dumb with submission, when he lets a tiny, pearly glob of saliva drop onto your tongue, he understands.

“swallow for me,” he tells you and you obey without a shred of hesitation, and fuck, he understands.

he’s never felt so close with you– he almost can’t believe it. but his heart swells at how easily you do as you’re told, and he’s chasing his spit with a sloppy kiss to your swollen lips, and he’s never understood more.

[zmbiesuga]

UNLEARN MY HURT — s. kiyoomi x gn!reader

sypnonsis: growing up in a home where lashing out was normal, it's weird to have someone be so patient with you as you unlearn all those toxic behaviors

warnings: mentions of fighting, reader never learned how to properly express themselves (me), sakusa is so loving and patient that it's sickening, hurt/comfort-ish??, established relationship, use of petnames (angel)

notes: i want to preface this by saying, i used my own experience with my toxic household so i'm sorry if it doesn't resonate with everybody, i also wrote this at 5 in the morning so if there're mistakes whoopsies, i'll fix them later

something people don't realize, is that sakusa kiyoomi is a patient man.

he's patient with atsumu when he's annoying him, he's patient with hinata and bokuto as their rowdiness becomes too overwhelming for him, and he's patient with himself as he takes deep breaths to avoid snapping.

sakusa kiyoomi is in touch with emotions and is open about how he feels. he seems brooding and closed-off, but he's the last person to hesitate to tell someone how they're making him feel.

sakusa kiyoomi is your polar opposite.

it's hard for you to open up about a lot of things, especially anger. it's hard for you to keep it in check, so you push it down. the more you do it, the worse it becomes. which leads to your small irritation becoming full-fledged rage at the simplest of things.

this is something that rings true tonight as you walk through the door to you and omi's shared apartment, pinching the bridge of your nose with closed eyes as you let out a heavy sigh before you hear kiyoomi emerge from the living room.

"hey," he says softly as his eyes look at your figure up and down (that's something else about kiyoomi, he can read people eerily well), he can almost smell the anger radiating off of you, "...you wanna talk about it?"

he walks over to you and puts a comforting hand on your shoulder that you shrug off almost immediately as you walk to the kitchen, where he follows.

after a few minutes of silence as you get yourself a drink, you turn to kiyoomi with furrowed brows, "why don't you ever get mad at me?"

sakusa blinks a few times in confusion before he furrows his own brows, "...what?" he questions in that same soft tone, "you want me to get mad at you...?"

"no," you say firmly, almost in a sneer, "i said, why don't you ever get mad at me."

truth be told, you were yelling at yourself to shut up and stop while you were ahead. ultimately though, you decided to ignore your better conscience as you continued to attempt to push his buttons.

"i mean, if you shrugged my hand off of your shoulder and ignored me, i'd be fuming," you admitted, your voice slowly getting louder, "i just...don't understand why you never scream, why you never get mad at me and take it out on me as a response."

sakusa took a deep breath before he responded calmly, "because what good would that do us, angel?"

your eyes widen slightly as you look at him, searching your brain for an answer, "because..." you mumble as you trail off in useless thought.

you can't actually think of any reason, you just know that's how your parents dealt with things. pushed them away until it got too much to handle, and then snap at each other almost over nothing.

you look away from him with slight embarrassment as you swallow the lump in your throat as sakusa walks over to you, holding your face between his hands.

"it wouldn't do me any good to yell at you, even if i'm irritated with you," he said, "i just find something else to take it out on, like the volleyball court or taking some time alone. something i can do to process how i'm feeling."

you look up at him as your eyes become glossy, placing your own hands on his where they rest against the side of your face.

"angel, i love you, but pushing down how you're feeling isn't healthy," he says in a comforting tone, "and it also isn't healthy to take it out on someone who hasn't done anything. i know emotions are hard, okay? but i need you to understand that i'm here to help you through them and figure out what works best for you."

you looked up at him and nodded as you blinked, a few tears running down your face in the process that sakusa quickly wiped away.

"so how about we go sit down, and you tell me what's actually wrong, okay?" he asked again in a soft tone, a warm smile tugging at his lips.

you nodded again as you took his hand, sitting down on the couch as you prepared to open up.

he was right, emotions are hard, but having someone as patient as sakusa kiyoomi around makes them a little bit easier.

[luvring]

would u guys mind if i made a new tag list form and completely restarted them. be honest.

[lightnightss]

Love Letters (Yachi Hitoka! Smau)

❝Synopsis: An author who is always writing about falling in love finally does, and it couldn’t be anymore like the stories she’s heard❞

Tags: Yachi Hitoka x Fem! Reader, book store owner x author, wlw, mutual pinning, avoidant attachment, black cat x golden retriever

Warning(s): harsh language, drug/alcohol usage, messy relationships/behavior, grammatical errors, possible angst, ooc characters, insufrible characters, mature themes

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Status: Pending…

Introductions: Yn’s group | Yachi’s group

Part one: Cherry Wine

Part two: loading…

[chimielie]

congrats on 500 lia! very exciting :3 ❤️❤️❤️ can you do bokuto headcanons with "you just kissed me" and fake dating? thank you 🤗🤗

thank u so much!!!

bokuto koutarou + "you just kissed me." + fake dating (headcanons)

SETUP: bokuto is a liiiiitle bit of a braggart. perhaps he was trying to give akaashi dating advice and short-circuited when his junior pointed out that he hadn’t dated anyone since middle school and probably wasn’t the most knowledgeable. perhaps he said he had a girlfriend.

perhaps you’ve always had a soft spot for him and stepped up to save his ass. As A Friend

and fake partner

he’s so grateful

“I’ll take you on the best dates,” he promises you

“I’ll spare no expense!”

he has three cents in his wallet but you better believe he’ll spend them on you, baby

he really does though

no one does a good time like bokuto

at first, it’s mostly group dates, which isn’t surprising at all to his teammates because bokuto really just treats them like extensions of himself a lot of the time (and they don’t really mind)

but you point out that you should mix it up a little bit, because you already spent a lot of time with him and your other friends before you started dating

“dating”

he thinks this is the best idea ever and you are so smart and maybe you’re even smarter than akaashi

he does go into a funk after saying that though and you have to reassure him that he’s not being a bad friend

miles away, in his own house, akaashi sneezes so much he wonders if he’s caught a cold

the first place bokuto takes you is his favorite restaurant, run by a family friend and which supplies him with all the barbeque he needs

if you share his taste and eat from his plate, he will be thrilled

if you don’t, he doesn’t mind!! he’s open to trying to new things

and he doesn’t really understand,, not,, sharing LMAO

it’s only once you’re safely deposited at home (he walks you all the way to your door because his mother explained to him in very clear detail how to treat someone) and honestly the next day that you realize that you completely forgot to take any photos or post anything

basically… you forgot it was fake (isn’t this how it always goes?)

when you text bokuto, he shrugs it off and insists he’ll remember next time

and also, you should really be calling him by his first name

so!! the next date you go on is to the botanical gardens

kōtarō picks you a flower and then gets yelled at by one of the staff

oops

at least this time you do get a lot of pictures for the Social Media to show off

kōtarō loves exploring dating with you

he gets really excited about new date ideas and places to go—you can’t quite call it planning because often he’s inspired by spur-of-the-moment things, but hey, the boy is a virgo

one of your favorites is a hole-in-the-wall dessert cafe with a back room just bursting with plants

his lockscreen is a picture of you there, surrounded by sweet treats and lush flora, making a surprised face because kōtarō

“because kōtarō” is an increasingly common phrase in your vocabulary. some things just can’t be explained any other way

as boisterous and curious as your fake boyfriend is, you find that he’s perfectly okay with staying in on days when you have too much work to do or just don’t feel like going out

his natural energy is always uplifting and makes the most boring tasks fun

and when you tell him this it just encourages him to encourage you more!! literally a happiness cycle

in fact, the more you think about it…

you never really want to stop hanging out with kōtarō

his energy just makes you feel complete in a way you didn’t know a person could

and how could you not catch feelings? it’s him

you’re equal parts sad and happy about this realization

because on the one hand it’s thrilling to have a crush

and it makes you so happy to be around him

but on the other…

you’re not his real partner

and that hurts.

so you resolve to confess to him

to clear the air and figure out how to move forward

if you know anything, you know kōtarō

and you know he won’t hold grudges or react badly, even if he rejects you

“kōtarō,” you take a deep breath before you say it, at the end of your street on the way home. “i need to tell you something.”

he’s all ears

“i don’t know how,” you start, and then reconsider. “that’s a lie. i know that… because you’re sweet, and really caring, and just, it seems like, you’re unbeatable… i think i have feelings for you. and i know our relationship is fake, but this is the most real thing i know. i want you to know i trust you enough to tell you, because even if you don’t—”

you start choking up a little

cursing yourself for being so emotional

but before you can collect yourself and finish what you started

kōtarō kisses you

it’s a quick, enthusiastic meeting of lips, and it takes you so much by surprise that you still have your eyes open the whole time

staring at him as he pulls back, big, beautiful grin on his face

“you just kissed me,” you say, not sure if it was real. do it again, your brain whispers

“i didn’t mean to interrupt you,” he says, bashful, big hands gripping your upper arms gently

“but i just like you so much.”

both of you seem breathless after that

so there’s only one thing to do: you close your eyes and lean in to kiss him for real this time

[miya-rin]

dear yn

this is the first time i have ever done one of these so i’m having help while writing this, i’m begging that you don’t find this too cringy. even though i already do.

i sit three seats behind you in science, you tend to turn around a lot as some of your friends sit near me. thats really the only time i get to see your face but i get kinda giddy when i do, you’re really pretty. i’m sorry that was insanely cheesy.

wow this is a lot harder than i was told it should be. i’m falling behind a little bit with chemistry as i’ve been caught up with volleyball practice, but i was wondering if you would help me out with studying for our next test? like a date?

not just studying, i’ve wanted to take you out somewhere nice for a while but i couldn’t find a way to ask you. you don’t have to but tsuyu told me some of your favourite places to go, i would like to take you there if you would let me.

we could go to the library and study for a little bit and then go to the aquarium? she said that you liked it there. there is also this new restaurant that opened near school, it would mean a lot to me if i could try it with you.♡

ok thats all. (i think)

again, you really don’t have to, but if you would like to go on a date with me my number is (xxx) xxx-xxx-xxx. i’m really hoping 317 is your locker otherwise this is gonna be really awkward.

love akaashi

my dear yn series! and this is the series that inspired it by @/izufeels