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[lumiinix]

HIII!! I just wanna say first that I just ADORE ur writing so much!!!💘 And I saw that ur request are open and I was wondering if by any chance you could write abt how the haikyuu boys would react to meeting a beautiful fan (fem! Yn). I was thinking maybe like atsumu, Oikawa, Sakusa idk. ANYWAYS It’s okay if not lol! 😎🤘💟

Meeting a beautiful fan (but with my own little twist)

Pairing(s): Oikawa, Atsumu and Sakusa x fem!reader

Warning(s): Fem!reader, reader is famous so it’s like a mutual celebrity crush.

A/N: Don’t mind me putting a little twist of my own here anon~

Oikawa

Being a model sure is exhausting, but you can’t denied that the perks that comes with your job is sure worth it, especially when that perk is a vip ticket to a San Juan home game where you got the chance to see and later have a meet and greet with your favorite member, Oikawa Tooru.

“Yep, totally worth it.” You said as you fawn over the Japanese man.

Oikawa was just drinking water during half-time when suddenly he sees it, in the corner of his eyes was the most beautiful person he has ever seen, his breath hitched as his heart began to beat faster, he almost even drop his water bottle. He had to look in your direction again to see if he’s not dreaming. Holy shit you are real and you’re in the vip section too? So that means he has to meet you later?! Oh now he’s panicking.

The match ends with the win goes to San Juan and the meet and greet began, and when he’s seeing you walking towards him? Man’s double panicking (from the inside).

“Hi! I’m a big fan of you! It’s nice to finally meet you Oikawa!”

And your voice is also pretty? Oh boy.

In the midst of panicking, he blurts out. “I THINK YOU’RE REALLY PRETTY AND I’D LIKE TO ASK YOU OUT.”

Silence.

Everyone in the rooms blinks, his teammates trying hard not to burst out laughing, other fans are looking at you whispering, some are about how lucky you are, and others are how they seemed to recognize you as that famous model. Oikawa tho, he wants the ground to swallow him whole, and the fact that he just heard that you’re a famous model doesn’t help the situation at all.

You on the other hand, smiled at the confession.

“I like your boldness.” You chuckled. “Here, take my card.”

Flipping through your purse you take out a business card, but you also took out a pen and wrote your personal number on it as well.

“This is my personal number, I will be busy in the next month but will be free for a while after that, call me when you wanna have that date.”

Oikawa shakily grabs your card before nodding, he was at awe with you. “You bet I will.” He said with his signature grin. He couldn’t wait to go on a date with you.

Atsumu:

Atsumu found you while scrolling through social media and was instantly hooked. Not only were you a rising star in the singing world, but you’re also a famous socialite that captures the heart of millions with your beauty and talent, including him. It was a mini crush that he had, you just had to be beautiful and talented and so on. The other guys would shit on him all the time, especially Sakusa.

“Omg y’all, she followed me back on Instagram! I can die a happy man now.” He sigh dreamily.

“Then die, at least I won’t hear your fanboy squealing anymore.”

“Wow, so rude Omi-omi.”

Fast forward to a MSBY home game that his team had just won, so everyone is going out treating themselves some drinks at a nearby cafe. When suddenly, someone bumped into his back and he hears a plastic material drops.

"I'm sorry!" Atsumu recognize that voice. He turns around and sees you bending down to reach for a pair of sunglasses, but he hasn't yet recognized you because you were also wearing a cap that completely obscured your face from his view.

He looks outside of the store where he saw a group of people holding cameras. Paparazzi, he realizes, and they were chasing…you?

“I truly apologize for stumbling into you again.” He almost spits up his drink when he finally sees your face after you speak up and stand up. There you are in all your glory, although not wearing makeup or expensive clothing, you still look stunning to him.

“Oh! You’re Miya Atsumu! I’m a big fan!” And you were a fan of him too? Did he just won a jackpot?

The two of you just stand there in shock, having to meet eachother’s celebrity in this situation was not what you expect, no one said anything, that is until his teammates had enough.

“Hey Miya! Why don’t you ask you ask her out? Aren’t you simping for her?” Surprisingly (or unsurprisingly), Sakusa spoke up first, opening the gates for his other teammates to hype in up as well.

“Yeah dude, stop being a wuss!”

“Simp!”

“Come one, are you really gonna let the beauty hanging like that?”

And that’s just the boost he needs, he has to thank them later, so with a deep breath, he gave you his signature grin. “So, wanna hang out sometime?”

Sakusa:

Sakusa doesn’t know when he started to see you, but he’s glad. For some reason, he always seemed to notice you in the stands, seemingly blending into the rest of the fans, and it annoys him at first, but the more he saw you, the more you grew on him even though you two don’t have any interaction. To him, everything about you just screamed perfect and when he saw you wear his jersey number, cheering for him specifically, he cannot denied the fact that he’s fallen for you.

So when he looks up in the stand and cannot find you anywhere, his mood dropped and although it didn’t effect his game, even his teammates notices this and although they didn’t know why (bc Sakusa would dropped dead before he is even considering telling them about his crush), they knew is was kinda big. It was at that day when he decided to fuck it and decided that the next time he

He knows that you cannot make it to his game, but what he didn’t know is the reason why you cannot go there, and it’s because by the time the game is over, you are on a plane going back to Japan after winning an ice skating tournament. Sure you won, but you’re still salty about the fact that you miss your favorite athlete Sakusa fricking Kiyomi’s home match which they also won.

Promising to yourself that you see him next time, not knowing what would come next.

“How did it comes to this?” Is the first question you two had when you met him again…in an ice skating tournament you are in! Apparently, Komori dragged him here because for some reason he got interest in this sport and Sakusa was about to complain when he saw you. There you are, in your shiny outfit and perfect makeup, you gracefully slide on the ice while doing spins and jumps making him completely infatuated by your skills. You were an athlete yourself? And you’re a fan of him??

And when your eyes met, it was like the world around you was slowing down, your eyes widens as you realized that your athlete crush is here and although flustered, you now completely focused on showing of your best move to impress him (not that you didn���t already), leading you to winning the tournament.

Sakusa definitely had to thank Komori for this later, but first, he had to find you to ask you out.

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!

[minkkumaz]

I'VE NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE, TEACH ME?

the basic idea of romeo and juliet's balcony scene is the feeling of loving someone you aren't supposed to love. so why is idol kim seungmin knocking on your second - story window? why does he keep coming to you even though he knows it's forbidden?

PAIRING kim seungmin x fem!reader WC 1.7k TAGS forbidden love trope. friends to lovers. fluff. angst if you squint. intense kissing. cussing. OMI NOTE my first work here <3 i really enjoyed writing this but it's definitely not proofread aha.

the tragedy of romeo and juliet, a play written by william shakespeare. there’s a famous scene within the sonnet, where juliet sits atop the balcony that connects to her bedroom; where ultimately she ponders as to why must her one true love, romeo, be apart of her rival family. they’re forbidden to be together, yet their love for one another is so immense.

it was almost as if you were living some parts of the story when you found out kim seungmin was a well - known idol. you felt like the two of you were destined to be together, like it was written in the stars. but it wasn’t going to work out, you knew that.

you heard him calling behind you that night he got recognized by two girls. you were internally grateful that they didn’t even notice you because of how blinded they were by him. the pavement was damp with nightly mist, and the sound of your heavy footsteps ultimately drowning out his voice.

as soon as you arrived home, you kicked off your shoes at the door and ignored your parents’ questions such as, “where have you been, y/n? your curfew ended ten minutes ago.”

you never entered your bedroom with such a heavy heart. pulling out your laptop and violently typing up the name kim seungmin, only to be met with millions of search results.

kinfo.com: kim seungmin is one of the eight members of south korean boy group stray kids, under the company jyp, leader in entertainment.

straykidsupdates.com: has everyone seen seungmin in the most recent comeback? he’s totally cute and definitely carried that s-class pre chorus! instagram.com/realstraykids: stray kids (스트레이 키즈) official instagram

you closed your laptop before falling back into the pillows on your bed and letting out a heavy sigh. heartbroken was an understatement, you were so upset. if he had told you earlier you wouldn’t have let yourself fall in love with him.

the day you met seungmin was a run in at a small cafe you were wanting to try out (which now made so much more sense considering it was across the street from the jyp building). he wasn’t paying attention to where he was looking, causing him to bump into you and make you drop your food. you were not looking for any payment whatsoever, but he was insistent.

before you knew it, he was paying for your food and sitting down in front of you to make small talk and apologize. 

the conversation you had with him went on until the sun barely peaked over the horizon. it was starting to get dark outside and the cafe cashier was getting very sick of the two of you. with full stomachs and happy grins, he walked you home.

afterwards, you met almost every week for months just to talk and hang out. you grew to love the person he was, and the feeling was most definitely mutual. despite this, he never bothered to share his work life and you never bothered to look him up on google.

now, you sat extremely frustrated and crying. your pillows grew a wet patch from your tears. how could you forget him? the blankets you snuggled with did an adequate job at comforting you, though you knew seungmin was the best at that.

barely an hour passed before there was a quiet knock at your window. at first you thought it was the wind, but your suspicions were proved wrong when it knocked a little harder and less infrequent.

you got up from you bed and trudged to open your curtains, being met with a very familiar, puppy - dog - like boy. your eyes went wide.

“what the fuck? seungmin what are you doing at my window?” you whisper shout, feeling the cool air blow through your bedroom as you opened the window.

“you weren’t answering your phone, and you never let me explain.” seungmin panted a little, lodging himself between two thick tree branches.

“it’s unsafe to be climbing this tree! it’s been here longer than i’ve been alive. what happened to the front door?” you pulled him into your bedroom, trying to be as quiet as possible.

“we both know you’ve broken curfew three times this past week, your parents would never let me inside to talk to you.” he sighed, sitting on your windowsill.

“jeez, seungmin. you’re such an idiot…” you mumble with defeat.

“listen, i’m so sorry i haven’t told you about being a whole idol thing. i was going to, trust me, i just never got around to it.” “way to go for an explanation. you know we can’t do this min.” “why do you think i never told you? so i could lose the one person that actually liked me for the person i am, rather than the things i could provide?” he admit.

“i don’t think i can mentally date a kpop idol, seungmin. i really really like you but, theres so many complications.” you turn your back to him so he can’t get too close of a look at your puffy face.

suddenly his hand interlocked with yours, pulling you back a little.

“y/n, come out with me. let me show you that we can work. that this is worth it.” 

you couldn’t bring yourself to fully look at him, scared that his cute pouty face would convince you. “i can’t sneak out seungmin… my parents would kill me.” “then let them kill you, don’t give up on us, please. just this one night for me to show you how dear you are to me.” he lifts your chin up with his hand, frowning at the tear marks on your face. 

“but i’ve never done this before, will you teach me?” you sniff sadly.

“i won’t let you get caught. just follow my lead okay?” seungmin let go of your face and went to stuff pillows under your blankets, making a somewhat believable body. whilst doing so, you slipped on a different pair of shoes quickly.

he made sure to click off your lights before leading you towards the window. it wasn’t too bad of a climb down, but you were nervous nonetheless. 

“hold onto my hand, i’ll tell you where to step.” he gently held onto you so you could safely get down with him. as soon as your shoes hit the grass, a sense of euphoria overcomes you. there was so much excitement about disobeying the strict rules your parents laid on you, but you couldn’t hide the underlying worry.

“see? and that was the hard part.” he smiles at you, still hand and hand.

seungmin takes you to a parked car a few houses down from your own. the top was pulled down and there was an extremely prominent bouquet of lilies in the passenger seat. when it came into view, you squeezed his hand and grinned.

“how’d you know i liked lilies?” you replaced yourself with the flowers, sitting down comfortably with them in your lap.

“i didn’t, but i’m glad i made the right choice.”

the houses of your neighborhood passed by in a blur, all of them merging together as the car sped up. the breeze was cold, but you didn’t seem to mind. there was a feeling of warmth you felt when you were with seungmin, and this wasn’t any different.

there was a comfortable silence between you guys. neither of you bothered to say anything, basking in the presence of one another.

when he pulled up to the parking lot of a nearby park, you finally spoke.

“you took me to a park in the middle of the night to prove how much you want to be with me?” you ask.

“here, you’ll see.” seungmin took off his seatbelt and crawled into the back seat, motioning you to join him. 

you abide, leaning over the center console towards him, still being careful not to ruin anything. as you plop yourself next to him, he pulls you to snuggle up against his chest. you could hear his heart beating a thousand miles per minute, but you could argue that yours was beating faster.

“look up.” he points towards the sky and your gaze follows.

stars. they dazzled, lightening the velvety night sky. they vary in size and brightness, forming intricate patterns that make you dizzy. 

“it’s beautiful, seungmin.” you look over at his face, illuminated by the moonlight above. his features look much more perfect when you’re close.

“we’re all so similar to stars, y/n.” he started, rubbing circles into one of your hands, “there are so many that shine brightly in the sky, but you’re the only one i really care about.”

“gosh seungmin, you’re such a flirt.” you laugh, “but you’re an idol, you were trained to be charming.”

“i’m serious, y/n. you’re right in the sense that dating as an idol is really fucking hard. but my love for you is so real. shouldn’t that overpower it? nobody but my friends and the company have to know.”

you move your head away from his chest to look at him,”you love me?”

“of course i love you, y/n. i would be a fool not to.” he lifts you closer to him so you’re straddling his lap. when you move your hands up to cover your blushing face, he stops you. “you’re so pretty.” he whispers. “we’ll figure out everything i promise. i just need to be with you.”

“then be with me.” you affirmed, taking a small step closer to his face.

the distance between you and seungmin narrows slowly, and you can smell the sweet scent of his cologne, making you even more aware of his presence.

there are butterflies swarming in your stomach, convincing you that none of this is real. but as soon as his lips connected with yours, you were absolutely sure it was.

for the first few seconds, it was sweet. but the overwhelming feeling of so much love quickly turned into desperation. 

something that he’s been waiting for in all the months of knowing you finally was his. the kiss lasted for what seemed like forever, evident by the redder your lips became.

it wasn’t until you were interrupted by a buzzing that shook the car seat. a mere string of saliva connected the two of your bruised lips. you looked around cluelessly before your phone, before seeing recognizable caller id.

“fuck, my dad’s calling me.”

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[lcs-library]

Hihi lc! Love this blog's new look! One order of caramel chai and pumpkin bread for Omi Fushimi. Take all the time you need. Happy writing!

Hihi Noori!!! Thanks sm wahwah<333 I love writing for Omi, I think he's the most requested character here atp sldfkjsl but like. I don't blame anybody who requests him bc well. (has a tendency to project what I want in a man onto him) ANYWAY. Please enjoy!!

Request rules | Cafe menu | Autumn menu

Caramel Chai: How do they get warm with their s/o? A hot drink? A blanket? Maybe something wild?

📷Look at me in the eyes and tell me this guy doesn’t make the BEST hot chocolate known to man. 

📷Like you’ll be coming back home from a long day, exhausted and sluggish, and Omi’s already there to greet you with two steaming cups of hot chocolate, with whipped cream and marshmallows and everything.

📷You step through the door to your shared apartment, your body heavy, your fingers numb, your brain mashed to a pulp, only to perk up when smell something sweet wafting through the space. It’s then that Omi turns to you, a warm smile on his face.

📷“Oh, you’re home. I figured your walk home would be chilly today, so I made you some cocoa. Do you wanna have it with me?”

📷Wait, where did your heart go? And why is there a puddle on the floor????

📷Anyway, you quickly tackle him in a grateful embrace, nearly toppling him over as he chuckles lightly. 

📷“You’re welcome, sweetheart. Should we take this to the couch? We can get under the blanket and watch a movie or something. Does that sound good?”

📷You nod enthusiastically, ready for your well-deserved break. He chuckles, scooping you up to take you to the couch.

📷Needless to say, that hot chocolate was some of the best you’ve ever had, and it might’ve had something to do with the man who made it. 

📷(Also you may or may not fall asleep on the couch in his arms. And he may or may not hold you close the whole time. Maybe 👀)

Pumpkin Bread: They’re trying to learn how to knit something cozy! What is it? How does it go? 

📷Noori. I see you. This is on purpose. 

📷Omi’s very nimble, and def manages to come up with something cozy for you easily!

📷That said, he’s seen you wear a lot of warm clothes now that the weather’s been changing, but you never seem to wear scarves. He’s worried about your neck getting cold! That’s the most important part of your body to keep warm! 

📷So he gets to work on making you a scarf! 

📷He’s still a bit new to knitting, but he manages to pick out some yarn in a color you like and get to work. It’s a little bit janky in some places, but with a lot of determination(and some help from Yuki), it turns out to be pretty high-quality!

📷And, of course, he manages to surprise you with it hehe<3

📷“Hey, I made you something. Mind closing your eyes for me? Good job. And… open. Do you like it?”

📷Bro.🥺 He loves you sm. 

[hueylengyong15]

Everything I did at Pavilion Damansara Heights.

Since it was the third day of CNY last week, I decided to go for an exploration around the soft opening of the mall. When we first arrived at the MRT station, I saw an advertisement promoting new restaurants that caught my attention to try them one day after its grand opening.

After exiting the car park, we used the escalator to go up to the first floor, I saw a giant red teddy bear holding a pink heart that said LOVE for Valentine's Day. Before stopping for food, I noticed an important Chinese Calligraphy banner quoted "The illusion of high humming is suitable for the eyes" which defines my mind for important things in the future as I work hard for this semester.

For lunch, I decided to eat at OMI Japanese Wagyu restaurant for an early Valentine's Day celebration since this holiday was coming up on Wednesday. I ordered the Grapefruit Yuzu soda which was sweet and sour with the fruity blueberries on top.

I tried their Signature Wagyu Udon which came with an excellent onsen egg and Black Pepper dressing. The sauce was delicious and tasty giving it a peppery kick. As for the wagyu, it was cooked to perfection as I was dipping the meat in the beef broth.

As for my father, he ordered the torched tofu rice bowl with a fish roe topped with onsen egg, edamame, red pickled radish, spring onions, Furikake (rice seasoning), and a black truffle sauce that was super savory and nutty that helped balance the flavor to the tofu. After taking a bite, the tofu was bouncy which was accompanied by the delicious ingredients that were added to the meal.

A side dish that we also tried was the Fried Okayama Oysters with their homemade sauce. The deep-fried oyster was completely coated with panko which gave it a good taste which topped it all up with a healthy piece of lettuce, white carrots, and purple cabbage strips.

Overall, I would recommend this Japanese restaurant because it has a peaceful atmosphere, fancy light decorations, and authentic wagyu for everyone to enjoy if they are interested in trying it.

After lunch, I went to the exhibition display filled with CNY decorations. I saw a Cherry Blossom memo tree filled with people's wishes in their memos. After seeing the tree filled with notes, I decided to write a wish that quoted, "May Everyone have a good CNY for this year!"

Once I wrote my wish on a small piece of paper, I hung it up on the artificial tree branch, so that people would prosper and live a longer life. My favorite part of this CNY expo was photographing a picture of the pretty, giant flower with a white pearl on top that reminded me of the National Flower of Malaysia.

Before heading back to the train station from Bandar Utama, we stopped at the PAUL French Cafe to get the Orange Brioche for the Lunar New Year festival. Unfortunately, the waiter at this establishment told me that the pastry was sold out due to the Valentine's Day celebration happening this Wednesday.

Luckily, I ordered a heart-shaped Brioche with a cup of PAUL's Hot Chocolate and a mini-Madeleine sponge cake. The Brioche was fluffy and soft, especially the chocolate icing that gave a sweet taste which made me fascinated about visiting Candyland.

I tried their famous Hot Chocolate, and it was chocolatey and sweet which gave it a rich cacao taste with the added sugar inside the drink. I also love the cozy interior that reminded me of an aesthetic French cafe in Paris which I planned to go there one day during the summer break.

Although some of the stores were not fully opened yet. I'm very grateful that I tried new foods and took a lot of photos in the exhibition that excited me the most during this trip. Hopefully, in a few months, the management team will construct the biggest movie theater for everyone to watch.

[hotcinnam0n]

people you'd like to learn more about tag game

thanks for the tag @celerydays :3 I feel so special 🧡

First fandom: My first serious fandom was Harry Potter, I was super obsessed with the books and movies and it was the first time I dove into reading fanfiction. It was honestly a super fun time and the movies hold such a nostalgic place in my heart. I love rewatching them. The last time I watched them was with my younger brother (who is a teen and had never watched them) it was great!

Three ships: Hogwarts Legacy – Ominis x MC x Sebastian top tier, I'm greedy. Though Ominis is my #1 and can keep me. Haikyuu - I'm a sucker for some KageHina, I just want to see them kiss and win the championship. And darn I'm going to be hella lame but HL Trio(Gar,Seb,Omi) x MC, just living for those poly ships rn.

Last song: Agora Hills, Doja Cat on repeat.

Last movie: Rewatching Train to Busan, my eldest somehow played it on our Plex the other day, luckily I caught her before all the zombie action started.

Currently reading: Just fanfics, I don't havetoo much time during the day to sit and relax at the moment, so I'm sticking to fics for the time being.

Currently playing: I just picked up Animal Crossing New Horizons again, adding to the 1000+hrs I have.

Currently writing/ working on: I still have my two HL fics and my "weekly" AI posts that I try to do but I've fallen so behind, life has just been really busy and kicking my butt. I'm trying to just be patient with myself and have fun with friends and family when I can.

Go-to cafe drink order: 💚Matcha Latte💚 Iced or Hot. Always and forever.

Tagging with no pressure(sorry if you already got tagged): @junie-00 @ars-slytherin @dvinaamesca @underthenightskydreamsneverdie @ophidianoccultist @imaslytherpuff @localravenclaw @ponfarrdraws @trappezoider @tessari-the-dreamer @subastian-swallows

people you'd like to learn more about tag game

thank you for the tag @shameless0shenanigans i live for tag games. I changed the questions a bit because I have autonomy and felt like it lol. enjoy! First fandom: I joined the 1D, Harry Potter, and Twilight fandoms around the same time in my early teens. I can't really pinpoint which came first. Three ships: Me x Mattheo Riddle, Me x Ominis Gaunt, Me x Garreth Weasley (i'm insane)

Last song: This whole album is still on repeat oop-

Last movie: 30 Days of Night (2007). Excellent winter horror film, highly recommend it!!

Currently reading: Just fics. I need to change that!

Currently playing: Just restarted a new Skyrim playthrough to match the wintery weather outside. ❄️❄️

Currently writing: Hopefully, some Mattheo Riddle blurbs soon! Go-to cafe drink order: I love trying specialty drinks at the coffee shops I visit. I have been dedicated to pumpkin drinks this fall, but I'll move to white raspberry mochas soon enough! And the queer in me loves lavender oatmilk lattes. no pressure tags, @greedyforgarreth @grandeoatmilklatte, @little-emerald-snake, @hogwarts-is-my-hufflehome, @localravenclaw, @celerydays, @howominis, @tessari-the-dreamer @annaisabookworm @junie-00

[omi-cafe-archived]

hi bestie! may i request ushi, atsumu and kuroo (i don't know your char limit so ushi and whoever you choose fit would be fine) becoming jealous after an outside team player flirts with yn? thanks ♡.

-🌴 anon if you accept it!

hello! 🌴 anon is yours!! thank you for requesting i hope you enjoy this even tho i switched it up a bit <3 also, thanks for reminding me to update the request guidelines on character limit lol

— characters: timeskip! ushijima wakatoshi, miya atsumu, miya osamu, kuroo tetsurou, bokuto koutaro (and others)

— warnings: timeskip spoilers!

— tags: fluff

masterlist - requests are open!

— U.WAKATOSHI he doesn’t get jealous easily, he thinks. he trusts you and he knows that you love him. it doesn’t actually hit him that this feeling twisting his heart is jealousy and he simply watches as bokuto from msby approaches you with a piece of paper in hand, smiling giddily.

you of course notice your boyfriend watching you like a hawk and you’re quick to reject bokuto’s attempt at giving you his number.

yet, it isn’t until wakatoshi feels you intertwine your fingers with his then he realizes that he had moved to stand next to you while glaring at the grey-haired man the entire time. it’s comical how his scary expression immediately softens and he’s beaming at you when you say, “hey babe.”

— M.ATSUMU for someone to even dare to flirt with his s/o, that person must either be seeking an early death or quite literally, unaware that you were atsumu’s s/o. so when kageyama tobio from schweiden adlers comes up to you, blushing profusely and stuttering about how he found you pretty, a jealous atsumu wasted no time in rushing to your side to pull you into his embrace and pressing the loudest smooch directly against your lips, sounding out a ‘mwah’ as he pulls away.

you’re mortified as you break apart from the kiss, unable to meet anyone’s eyes after that blatant display. yet your boyfriend looks unfazed— proud even, as he puffs out his chest and smirks at tobio.

“what’re you still standing around for?”

— M.OSAMU unlike his brother, osamu isn’t one for embarrassing public displays of affection. instead, he settles for blocking your line of sight and intentionally butting himself into the conversation as he shielded you from tendou satori who was simply recommending chocolates to you. though, coupled by a few misplaced jokes that sounded more like pick-up lines. a jealous osamu simply makes sure that no one, except him, gets to have your attention.

“samu, i can’t reach the chocolates.”

“what was that? chocolate onigiri? yeah, i’ll make some for you.”

— K.TETSUROU jealous? him? nah, he’s above that… not. when kuroo spots you in a distance waiting for him he’s jogging over to you immediately, a smile already etched onto his face. yet, he spots you being cornered against the wall as terushima yuji flirts with you, and you’re laughing! his smile falls off his face as jealousy begins to eat away at him. he doesn’t really care that there are other people around, he’s marching straight over and pulling you out of the situation, holding you close to him as he stares down the blonde. his expression however, immediately changes into one of pure smugness as you greet him by pulling him down by his tie to press a chaste kiss to his cheek.

“do it again.”

“tetsu… are you jealous?”

“ha! why would i be?”

— B.KOUTARO so clingy. when he gets jealous, be prepared to have bokuto glued to you for the rest of the day. it’s more than obvious that bokuto has a s/o, and that s/o being you. after all, he brags about you so much you’d have better luck winning the lottery than finding someone who didn’t recognise you as bokuto’s s/o.

you immediately knew something was up when tsukishima kei walks up to you and asks you to pretend he just said a funny joke. it’s puzzling but you agree and pretend to laugh as if he’s the funniest person on earth. of course your laughter catches bokuto’s attention and his head is whipping towards your direction.

he actually becomes so sad that he’s not privy to whatever funny joke you just heard that he barely realises that he’s more jealous of the fact that kei is gradually coming closer to you.

it takes him a few more seconds to sort out his emotions and he’s sprinting over and throwing himself at you.

so dramatic.

but he’ll be fine if you let him cling to you and give him the occasional headpat.

“by the way, what did tsukki tell you earlier? was it that funny?”

“oh, it’s nothing. he just mentioned being unable to sleep soundly at night because of a certain owl.”

[tahdashi]

ORDER #03 : ERIS

LOVE LANGUAGE LATTE

— 1 PUMP ACTS OF SERVICE

eris and sakusa - a match made in heaven!

to those who don't know him, sakusa seems blunt, cold, and reserved. to you, he's the embodiment of love. he's refreshing, caring, and truly appreciative of everything that comes his way, including you.

mornings with him are slow, but enchanting. he wakes up with a messy head of hair, his curls loose and somewhat tangled. he’s never been the most peaceful sleeper. but when you comb your hands through his hair and loosen the knots that have formed overnight, his feels his chest swell with love.

after a long practice, coming home to you is the biggest reward. but when he sees that you’ve laid out his pajamas and made him dinner, he believes that he’s won at life. he takes your hands in his and gently pulls you into a hug. without a doubt, every night, he thinks of how lucky he is to have you — you make his life easier. you make him feel so loved.

on days when he’s feeling extra appreciative of you, he’ll wake up early to make you a hot drink in the morning. and while you sip on it, he’ll prepare a large meal for you. sure, the toast might be a little burnt, but when he hands you the plate with glimmering eyes, you can’t help but smile at how cute he is. he’ll watch you as you eat it, waiting for your compliments — nothing makes him happier than hearing your words of approval.

wrapped up in a hoodie that you’ve warmed up for him in the dryer, kiyoomi snuggles deeper into the crook of your neck. he’s shy to say ‘thank you’, but you know what he means when he presses gentle kisses to your jaw.

he’ll start doing things for you just so he can spend time with you. after all, he values his time spent with you. if you’re working on something, he’ll feed you as you work (and poke your mouth if you don’t open it). if you’re washing his hair, he’ll ask about your day — he wants to know what’s on your mind, always.

his favorite date that you two went on was a pottery studio! he’s incredibly good with his hands and loved painting the clay plates with you! he’s definitely got a good eye for aesthetics. you two designed plates for each other which you use to serve breakfast in the morning. seeing the little hearts that he painted on your plate makes the start of your day a lovely one.

you two are made for each other! the banter is filled with love, and your actions show him how much he means to you. he’ll do whatever he can to make you happy and to make you feel loved. he’ll listen to the music you like and send you recommendations, he’ll compliment you endlessly, he’ll make sure that every second he spends with you is special (he loves planning little dates for you! spoiling you is second nature to him).

invoice attached for : @woahsamu

a/n: i hope you like your matchup eris!! this was fun to write <3 i love eroomi so much >:)

[haitaniapologist]

THE SUN.

pairings — bonten!akashi takeomi x female!reader.

warnings — fluff, omi is a dad, one of his daughters is a menace and sanzu is trying to be a good uncle, omi is 38, reader is in her mid 20s.

word count — 2.3k

notes — aria my baby, my love. no words can describe how grateful i'm for befriending you in this site, and all the aus and the other things you introduced to me. i hope you'll like it as much as i liked writing 🤍 also a big credit to aria because emiko and anzu are a creation of hers !! this is a repost bc the original post isn't showing the tags :(

tagging — @aetheriaess @tooweirdforyou @etheralyonn @sincerelyraylene @chronic-claire-universe @aqualesha @winterv-black @softbajis @dai-tsukki-desu

you still remembered the first time you saw takeomi as if it happened a few hours ago. 

it was a sunny afternoon. you had just returned from your lunch break with some of your friends to your workplace — a small and cozy café that you battled hard to work there — when you spotted two young girls, petting what seemed like a cat. they looked like relatives, maybe even siblings, and you looked around to see if any adult was near them, as they seemed not to be older than five. there wasn't one, and you sighed, already worried about their safety. it wasn't a violent neighborhood, but they were still little girls. 

you were surprised as how quickly they warmed up to you — maybe it was your offering of getting free pastries? — but you enjoyed their company. the black haired one introduced herself as emiko, the youngest twin, and said the brown haired one's name was anzu, her older sister. you smiled at their cuteness, and asked what they were doing all alone in the street. emiko explained they were shopping with their uncles when they saw the stray, and went running to it when their uncle haru let go of their hands. 

she told you that with a smile on her face while her sister was having the time of her life eating the sweets you provided for them, and you wondered who their parents were for leaving them with such an irresponsible uncle like their uncle haru seemed to be. but you smiled, asking if she knew the number of her papa or mama — you noticed how anzu's eyes became sad at the mention of their mom, and your heart clenched — and emiko promptly gave you a paper, with the number of akashi takeomi, who seemed to be their father. 

the moment takeomi entered your small cafe, you knew you were doomed. he was too handsome to be an actual person — black and white hair, scar on his face and designed suit adorning his shoulders — and you wondered what woman was foolish enough to let him go, if the sad look in anzu's brown eyes meant their mother wasn't around. 

but you weren't like her. and when the opportunity to have takeomi in your life came, you grabbed it as if your life depended on it. and it was the best decision you ever made. 

not only did you became mother to two beautiful little girls, but takeomi was the best boyfriend you ever had. of course, his line of work wasn't the best in the world — your grandmother would faint if she knew her beloved granddaughter's boyfriend was the advisor of the most powerful gang in the country — but takeomi always made sure that neither you nor the girls were tainted by it. his top priority was the safety of you three, and you were okay with the fact that dates or going out to have fun with anzu and emiko weren't a routine for your little family. 

but from time to time he treated you to dinner in a fancy restaurant owned by one of his colleagues, and that was exactly what he was doing. you two were honoring the opening of kokonoi's new restaurant, and takeomi took advantage of the situation to do something he should've done the first time he laid his eyes on you. he gave you his black card, and you took the girls with you on a shopping trip, so they could help you choose your date's outfit — they made you buy a pastel pink princess dress with white heels, because they knew their dad would like to see you wearing it — and treated them to ice cream before going back home, to get ready and wait for both their dad and haruchiyo, who was going to be their babysitter.

you weren't the best fan of haruchiyo's babysit ways — kakucho or ran would be your first choice, but the youngest akashi brother wanted to spend time with his nieces, so you agreed to his offer. but you were worried, and checked your phone every two seconds to see if anything happened. 

“you don't need to worry your pretty head about them, darling.” takeomi reassured you while you two were waiting for the desserts to come, his fingers intertwined with yours on the table. “he's probably hiding from emiko now.” you giggled thinking about haruchiyo, a twenty-eight year old man, hiding from emiko — a five-year-old girl, that was born with his exact same personality. 

“well, now he knows the trouble he put you into when he was a kid, doesn't he?” you said with a glint of mischief in your eyes, and takeomi playfully rolled his green orbs. 

“probably not.” your boyfriend answered, smiling politely at the waiter, who was putting the desserts in front of you — yours a chocolate cheesecake, his a lemon cake. “as he keeps putting me in trouble. but now it's worse.” you nodded, mouth stuffed with the sweet. it was amazing, and takeomi smiled fondly at your expression. he loved to take you out like that — you always looked like a curious child seeing the lights of an amusement park for the first time, and he was happy to know he was the one who could provide such experiences for you. 

the conversation over dessert was mainly focused on the girls and haruchiyo, with takeomi occasionally saying some things that happened in the headquarters. he always had amusing stories to tell, and you loved to hear every single one of them. you giggled loudly when he told you about a bet the haitanis did with kakucho, which ended with the brothers on their knees, getting scolded by bonten's number 3. you liked to see takeomi acting so carefree. when you worked as the babysitter of the girls — after they made you quit your job in the café with their puppy eyes that you couldn't say no to — you noticed how tensed he always looked, and to know that, now, you were one of the reasons he allowed himself to relax, made your heart flutter with butterflies. 

dessert ended, and you thought you two were going home, but takeomi said koko suggested you two go to the last floor of the building — if the weather was fine, it was supposed to be one of the most beautiful sights in the whole city. it was a bit chilly, and takeomi draped your form in his suit jacket, but the view was breathtaking. the stars seemed to be closer than before, and you could see the light of the whole city from there. you always knew kokonoi was a man of taste, but he really outdid himself when buying the whole building. 

you felt takeomi’s arms circling your shoulder and bringing your body closer to his, but your eyes were glued on the sight before you. you weren’t used to such things — before dating takeomi, you were just someone who was graduating from college, who worked part-time in a small café, and the luxuries he provided for you were things you only dreamed about having.

“penny for your thoughts, pretty girl?” takeomi asked curiously, seeing how you were biting your lip — a sign you were in deep thinking. he was, too, but he was thinking about how he would drop the question without scaring you off. he knew it was a big step that he thought you two were both ready to take together, but he wasn’t in your mind to say he was a hundred percent sure. what if you wanted to wait a few more years? you were younger than — a lot younger, actually — and he wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t want to spend the rest of your life with an old man like him. takeomi wouldn’t blame you if that was the case. 

you hummed, nuzzling your face on his chest. “just thinking about how i love you.” you were still a bit shy saying out loud how deep your affections for him were, but you needed to make sure he knew how much you loved him — because you knew what people talked behind both of your backs. that you were probably with him just because of his money, how you would babytrap him when the opportunity came. nobody could at least think that you were with takeomi because he made you safe, because you loved him, because he was a good father and a good man, despite everything. 

the hand that was resting on your shoulder cupped your cheek, and you closed your eyes when you felt his lips pressing against your forehead. “you’re my whole world, you know.” takeomi smiled seeing how flustered your face became when he said that, chuckling softly when you hid your face on his chest once more. 

“i thought it was the girls.” you argued, stubborn as always. 

he gently manoeuvred your face again, both of his hands now holding it as if you were the most precious jewel in the world. “they are too, yes, but i like to think of our little family as the solar system. i’m the earth, and they are my moons, but you are our sun.” the puzzled look you gave him was too adorable, and he needed to restrain himself to not pinch your cheeks. “you brought warmth and life to your home.” takeomi remembered how dull and lifeless his penthouse was before you moved in — the girls were the main source of life, but the walls were plain, and the decoration was too simple before you. now, his house looked like a proper home, the home he always wanted to give his siblings while they were growing up. 

“you’re gonna make me cry.” you murmured, vision a bit glossy already. 

“then i’ll be short: i love you.” takeomi’s hands let go of your cheeks, and you watched dumbfounded as how he got on one knee, his hands holding a small black velvet box. 

“and because of that, please, marry me.” 

—

the house was too quiet. 

you and takeomi were walking hand in hand, the diamond ring shining on your finger — you obviously said yes to his almost command, and you couldn’t wait to be called akashi y/n after you two signed the papers. it was a dream coming true and, in the way back, your now fiancé said you didn’t have a budget for anything in the celebration, you could do anything you liked, and your mind was spiralling with ideas. and, of course, you two were excited to tell the girls about the news. you were already their mother, but it would be official in a few months.

you exchanged some worried looks with takeomi because of the quietness. the girls couldn’t be sleeping, not when haruchiyo was babysitting them. you thought they were either watching tv, or baking cookies, or even running around chasing their uncle. 

“mama! papa!” it was anzu who greeted you both when takeomi opened the door for you, her tiny legs making her run towards you, and you picked her up, kissing her cheeks. takeomi kissed her hair, and the little girl giggled in your arms. 

“where is your sister, baby?” he asked, and anzu looked anxiously to her dad. emiko was a force of nature to reckon with, and she tried — she really did — to stop her younger sister from using their uncle as her guinea pig, but emiko never listened to her. but before she could answer, anzu caught a glimpse of the ring on your finger, and she gasped loudly. “i’ll just confirm what this means when you tell me where emiko is, sweetheart.” 

“okay, papa.” anzu answered, her tiny arms encircling your shoulders. “she’s with uncle haru in her room! she wants to be a hairdresser, and he is her first client.” 

you and your fiancé shared a worried look. “emiko! mama and papa are home!” you called the youngest twin, hearing her giggles and the sound of her running. she promptly jumped in her father’s arms, smooching her cheek against his. you smiled at the sight, patting anzu’s head — who started to do the same with you. you and takeomi walked towards the living room, putting the girls on the sofa. 

you showed them the rings and they squealed. “anzu, do you see this? mama will be our official mama now!” the older twin nodded excitedly at her younger sister, and you kneeled in front of them so they could hug you. takeomi smiled down at the sight in front of him — allowing you into his life was the best decision he ever made. 

hearing the sound coming from the living room, haruchiyo stumbled out of emiko’s room, his hair full of shiny butterfly clips, his nails painted with different colors and his face painted with makeup — and a look of pure terror on his eyes. but they softened when he saw the ring on your finger, and he awkwardly patted his older brother’s shoulder. takeomi smiled at his brother, knowing it was his way to show how happy he was for both of you. he and haruchiyo still had a long way to mend what was broken, but step by step, they were rebuilding what they lost. “i swear.” he whispered at takeomi’s side, both of them watching as you excitedly told the girls about your plans for the marriage. “emiko is little gremlin.” 

takeomi chuckled. “as you were.” haruchiyo rolled his eyes in annoyance. he couldn’t be like his niece — he was an angel. 

“uncle haru!” emiko squealed again, running towards her uncle, and you snorted seeing his appearance. “mama and papa are going to marry! you, me and anzu are going to be the flower girls!”

the look on haruchiyo’s face made you and takeomi to laugh as hard as you two never did before.

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tagging the ones who interacted with the first post too, so you guys can have the final post in your likes/reblogs !!! but thank you, really <3

@nanamis-wifey-reye @lonnie19 @twochainsandrollies @joxuke @s-hera @danceafternoon @sanzus-katana @lunarie-e @randomblogie @manjirosgrl

[jelliezellie]

SakuAtsu

(A/N): I'm thinking of writing a SakuAtsu fic. This is just a drabble to get used to writing them.

Prompt: "Forget it. You wouldn't ever feel the same way as me."

Sakusa was exhausted. This was his one day off and he was busy running errands. He had an interview early the next morning and he just wanted to sleep. He just wanted to relax. Upon opening his apartment door, he found Atsumu sitting on his couch. He was the only person that knew where he hid his "emergency key", which was in the vase next to his door.

"Omi!" He exclaimed, that stupid smile greeting Sakusa. He frowned as Atsumu ran to him with a wide grin and open arms.

"What are you doing here?" Sakusa grumbled, the sleepiness taking a bigger toll on him than expected. He could feel the heaviness under his eyes.

"Ya see, Hinata... er-," He fumbled with his words, his brows furrowing as he tried to muster out cohesive words. "Do ya wanna go to the cafe around the corner with me?"

Kiyoomi's eyes narrowed, nearly closing. "The one in with the library? You hate books," He sighed, rubbing his eyes, "And it's ten P.M. I'm busy in the morning."

"Please," Atsumu whispered, his hands holding one of Sakusa's. "I need to tell ya somethin', Omi."

"Can it wait? I'm tired."

"No!" The blond cried, the urgency in his voice and expressions surprising Kiyoomi. "Please, Omi."

Sakusa Kiyoomi: The child prodigy who worked himself to the bone for the one thing he knew he was good at. He would stop at nothing to succeed in the activity that was once only a sport but was now his lifestyle. Sakusa Kiyoomi: The boy who couldn't tell anyone about his feelings for his "best friend", because it hurt to feel and he knew he would detach if he got too close.

Regardless, the tired ace gave Atsumu a nod. His facade of carelessness melted at Atsumu's panic. They left his apartment, Atsumu leaning a bit too close to Sakusa. He placed a mask on his face, offering one to Atsumu, who gratefully accepted it.

The walk to the coffee shop was quiet. It was snowing and the streetlights lit the way to the corner. It was a cozy building; a quiet cafe full of people typing away on their laptops and writing little notes on their notepads. Combined with the coffee shop was a library tower; books filled the walls and desk lamps were placed on every desk to read on each floor. Sakusa opened the door for Atsumu and a quiet bell rang on top of it. "Welcome," A barista greeted quietly. Atsumu nodded to her and Sakusa sat in his usual seat, the one in the corner of the room, facing the door. He liked seeing everything in the room he was in, so it was a precautionary effort to ease his anxiety.

"Omi, y'know I've known ya for years, yeah?" Atsumu began.

"Yeah. You're awful, I don't know why I still hang out with you." Atsumu gave a nervous laugh, which raised Kiyoomi's brow. "So, er- Hinata told me to tell ya... Well, he just suggested it, y'know, 'cause he's nice like that, an' I was thinkin': He's right!"

Sakusa remained silent as Atsumu stammered.

"So, er, um, do you wanna, possibly, um," He shut his eyes for a moment, shaking his head as if he were shaking the clusters of "um"s and "er"s out.

"Omi, do ya wanna go out with me sometime? Like a date?" Atsumu asked. Kiyoomi's breath shuddered as he adjusted his position in his chair. He blinked rapidly, trying to turn the cogs in his brain. 'Does Atsumu actually feel that way about me? I thought he just liked me as a friend. Is this a prank?? I can't tell- what's going on?' His mind raced a mile a minute, his eyes flickering between Atsumu and the fake candle on their table.

"Forget it," Atsumu mumbled, his head drooping as he stood. "We're just friends, I shouldn't have asked for anything more."

"What?" Sakusa whispered.

"It's fine, just forget I said that. I take it back," Atsumu said quietly, his bottom lip trembling. Kiyoomi struggled to get words out of his mouth, to move, to breathe as Atsumu walked away from the table. The bell jingled as he left and Kiyoomi shook his head, finally rising to his feet.

He ran out of the cafe, searching for Atsumu in the snow, which had increased greatly. It was falling as fast as rain, the unforgiving wind making the snowflakes twirl to the ground. Sakusa couldn't see anything. "Atsumu!" He called. "Tsumu!" He searched frantically, unsure of which direction to go in. The wind picked up and visibility was reduced as he looked in every direction for Atsumu's stupid hair. "Atsumu!"

The howling wind raged against Kiyoomi as he ran. He ran away from the cafe, away from his apartment, from his safe place in the corner. He ran in the direction Atsumu's apartment. "Atsumu!" He cried, hot tears stinging his cheeks. He hadn't cried in ages. Sakusa didn't care how cold it was. He didn't care how late it was getting or how much he'd regret staying up in the morning. He didn't care about anything, about anyone, but Miya Atsumu.

"Miya Atsumu!" He shouted, finding yellow hair in the midst of the white snow. "Atsumu!"

"Omi?" He whispered, his voice barely audible from the wind. "Omi, go away. I take it back."

"You can't take it back," Omi huffed, panting from the running. "You can't take that back, Atsumu."

Atsumu's muffled cries broke Kiyoomi's heart and planted a root in his gut that grew with the guilt he felt. "Atsumu, don't you dare take that back."

"Why? You don't feel the same. You'd never love someone like me. I'm just an annoying-"

Kiyoomi's arms wrapped around Atsumu's waist, pulling him close. "Don't take it back, Tsumu."

"Why?" Atsumu cried. Kiyoomi's gaze softened as he pulled away, his hands holding Atsumu's.

"Because I feel the same," He admitted. Atsumu stared at him in disbelief, so the once silent, once withdrawn, once emotionless Sakusa Kiyoomi continued speaking, "Tell me how you feel at the ungodly hours of the night. Annoy me with your awful karaoke. Take me out on that date. Love me, Atsumu, because I have loved you since I got to know you; the true you."

[mizunetzu]

Atsumu + Alcohol

If you make him drunk, I will hug you. Also, glad to see you’re back! :>

He’s drunk. Hug me. Now. But ehehe it makes me happy that you’re glad I’m back :,) NOW HERES DRUNK ATSUMU!

Also only @shiny-bun wanted to be tagged sobs reeeeeaaaal confidence booster I know :,)

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Atsumu x reader - Sweet, Sweet Lies Called Drunk Miya Atsumu

⚠️warnings - mentions of alcohol through the fic. reader records videos of atsumu drunk whenever he sees him. It isn’t in a sexual way at all; and reader doesn’t touch atsumu unconsentually at all. Just likes to watch him drunk bc he loves him still :,)

Also: FUCKING ANGST. you know it’s fuckign angsty when I got emotional writing it. Also, grammarly proof read it don’t trust it.

Pronouns - male, he/him

——————

“I think we should break up.” 

(Y/n) blinked, before down casting his head. He said nothing for a while, before opening his mouth again bluntly.

“...ok.”

Atsumu furrowed his brows. He gripped the coffee mug resting on the cafe table just a bit harder. He certainly wasn’t expecting that answer. “...Ya aren’t gonna ask why? Yer just ok with it?”

“Well,” (Y/n) emotionlessly bit into a small biscuit. His expression was unreadable, blank like a piece of paper. “It’s not like I can change your mind, ‘Tsumu.”

“But...can I at least know why?”

The two went silent. Atsumu pursed his lips, trying to find the words to say while (Y/n) sat there expectantly. Eventually, Atsumu looked back up from his coffee mug.

“S’a lot of reasons, I think. ‘M busy with volleyball, ‘specially since it’s my job now,” Atsumu chuckled awkwardly. It was true, with the Black Jackals, he was being paid to do something he loved. “And...I...”

“I think I found a girl I really like.”

(Y/n) looked down at his lap numbly. He already knew it was coming, he wasn’t blind to the faint lipstick marks Atsumu tried to wipe away when he came home, or the smell of expensive perfume that stained him when he would come back from ‘practice’. He knew, he knew yet...

“Ah.”

Was all he could say.

——

Atsumu downed his third can of cheap beer, hissing loudly and slamming it down on the bar.

“I hate life! M’gonna fuckin’...! Run away and shit!”

Sakusa hummed. “Oh no. What happened now.”

Loud, irritating club music blared through the bar’s speakers. Atsumu slumped over the counter, making Sakusa and Bokuto lean back.

“Oi! ‘Tsum-Tsum! What’s wrong buddy?” Bokuto poked repeatedly at Atsumu’s head, making him groan and pathetically try and flick his hand away.

“M’...M’so sad...” Atsumu whimpered. Sakusa rolled his eyes while Bokuto frowned. Atsumu continued to mumble sadly into his arms until he slowly became more agitated, and whipped his drunken head up. 

“Shoyo’s got a nice boyfriend! That fuckin’...Kodzuken youtuber dude! Why can’t I! If I were Shoyo, I’d be laying on my boyfriend’s lap and bein’ all cute and shit —but here I am! Fuckin’ drinkin’ and bitchin’ and fuckin’...fuck! Fuckin’ Shoyo! Fuckin’ Kodzuken! Fuckin’—”

“But didn’t you just break up with that girl you were seeing for like, months now? Thought you were straight, man!” Bokuto said, playing with the little garnish on his drink. Atsumu deadpanned, swallowing thickly before letting his head thump down onto the table. 

“Thought I was. M’gayer than if unicorns shat me out.”

Sakusa sipped on his fancy, green drink. “Is this about (L/n)-san, again-“

“‘Course it’s about (Y/n)!”

Atsumu waved at the bartender to grab him another drink. The bartender looked him up and down, before shrugging and leaving off to grab another beer. Sakusa looked at Atsumu with a disappointed expression.

“You do realize that every time we drink, you get shit-faced drunk, complain about (L/n)-san, call (L/n)-san, then he picks you up and you wake up in his house because he’s too nice to refuse to pick you up. And you regret and bitch to me every single time.” Sakusa closed his eyes and took a long sip from his drink. “Honestly I don’t know why I still come with you guys if I know it’s gonna end up like this.”

“Hey! ‘Tsum-Tsum has his problems and he’s just letting them out!” Bokuto defensively waved his arms around, gesturing to Atsumu on the table, laying down his head in his arms. Both Sakusa and Bokuto were pretty sure he was ugly sobbing. Or at least babbling nonsense that sounded like sobs.

“He can’t even sit up straight. And Miya-san was the one who broke up with (L/n)-san for another girl. He has no right to be complaining.”

“S-Still! ‘Tsumu’s the homie! Let him rant!” Bokuto chugged down his drink. 

Sakusa fished his phone out of his pocket. He scrolled down his list of contacts, before clicking on one that read ‘(L/n)-san. (Atsumu’s pick-me-up)’. The phone’s screen turned black, displaying (Y/n’s) profile pic with a ‘contacting...’ right under it in fine print. 

“Sure, Bokuto-san. Whatever you want.”

——

“Fuckin’...let go of me, Omi!” Atsumu slurred. He, however, made no attempt to push Sakusa off as he dragged him outside the bar. Bokuto had long gone, and Atsumu was a few drinks overdue for his trip home. 

Sakusa sighed, standing out in the cold with his mask pulled up to his face. Atsumu lolled his head onto Sakusa’s shoulder, either in an attempt to push him off or just pure drunkenness. “Don’t drool on me, Miya-san.” Sakusa cringed.

Atsumu was about to retort back, until both his and Sakusa’s attention was drawn to a home-y, black car that pulled up right in front of them. The driver’s door clicked open, and someone in a baggy sweater and sweatpants emerged from the car. 

“Please take him, (L/n)-san. I’m sorry for always calling you to-”

“It’s fine!” (Y/n) chuckled, opening the passenger’s side door for Sakusa to throw Atsumu’s body in. “‘Tsumu’s been drinking a lot, huh? Isn’t this the third time this month I had to pick him up?” 

Atsumu groaned when Sakusa clipped in his seatbelt. He sighed when Atsumu began tugging at it like a child, not knowing how to unbuckle it himself. “Actually, it’s the fourth time. But he has a reason today, I think.”

“He finally broke up with Yumena-san.”

Breath hitched in (Y/n’s) throat. He covered his shock up with a smile, however, and closed the car door with Atsumu in it. “Aw. Well, I better uh, drive him home, now. Bye-bye, Sakusa-kun.”

Sakusa nodded. (Y/n) stepped into his car tentatively. Ignoring the way Atsumu was still tugging at his seatbelt, he started up the car, and drove. 

“I’m...sure you won’t mind sleeping over at my place again...right, ‘Tsumu?” (Y/n) mumbled, more to himself than to the drunktard sprawled out onto his car seat. He silently unlocked his phone, tapping on the camera app and propping his phone up on his dash. He hit record, and withdrew his hand back to the steering wheel. Atsumu eyed it suspiciously, before shrugging it off sleepily.

“Naaaah…” Atsumu slurred. He threw his head haphazardly onto the armrests separating his seat from (Y/n’s), trying to get as close to his ex as possible. “Yer apartment smells good...I miss it...I miss you…”

Shifting so he was still laying on the armrest, Atsumu tucked his arm under his head like a pillow. “Yer so...pretty…love you so much...”

(Y/n) pursed his lips. Atsumu smiled dumbly, pointing a finger gun at (Y/n). “We should-you and I should like, totally get back together n’ shit…” Atsumu stopped, letting out a hiccup, before continuing. “I miss you...n’ I love you…”

Stopping at a red light, (Y/n) looked down at Atsumu, who was staring back at him with half-lidded eyes. (Y/n) averted his gaze, chuckling awkwardly. “...You don’t mean that. You’re just drunk.”

Atsumu shot up. “But I do! M’so sad without you!” Atsumu loosened his seatbelt enough so he could rest his face on (Y/n’s) forearm. “You were the best thing in my life, n’ I need you back! I love you so muuuuuuch!”

(Y/n) stayed quiet for a second, glancing at his camera pointed directly at Atsumu nuzzling his face into his arm. He slowed the car to a stop, taking out his keys and pressing the ‘Stop’ button on his phone. He slipped both of them into his pockets.

“We’re here. C’mon, get up.” (Y/n’s) voice was barely above a whisper. After sitting in his car for a while, he finally got up, and walked over to the other side to haul Atsumu’s corpse-of-a-body out of his seat. “Fuck...sometimes I wish my apartment wasn’t on the third floor-’Tsumu! You can walk if I support you, right? I’m not carrying you.”

Atsumu pressed all his weight against (Y/n). “What if I want my boyfriend to carry me like a princess n’ shit…”

“I’m-” (Y/n) swallowed. His voice was quiet and shaky again. “I’m not your boyfriend. You say stupid things when you’re drunk...”

Atsumu was about to protest, when (Y/n) looped his arm under his own arm. 

“Let’s go. You need rest.”

The walk to (Y/n’s) apartment was silent.

——

Atsumu pouted, eyeing down the way Kenma was showing a video on his phone to Hinata and smiling. Hinata grinned widely, his eyes glued to Kenma’s phone screen until an obnoxious sigh drew his eyes away. 

“Why’d ya even invite me here...M’just third wheelin’ on yer guys's little date time.” Atsumu frowned, dramatically slumping in his seat. Kenma hunched his shoulders down, suddenly becoming very aware of the way Atsumu not-so-subtly stared him down. He brought his coffee cup to his lips, trying to hide behind the cup itself. 

Hinata defensively wrapped his arms around Kenma. “Oiiiii! We invited you over because you always get super-duper depressed after waking up hungover at (L/n’s)!”

“I’m more depressed now that yer all cuddly-wuddly with yer frickin’ boyfriend while m’sitting here with my single ass!”

“Miya wakes up hungover at (Y/n’s)?” Kenma quietly asked Hinata. He nodded. Atsumu started flailing his arms around, trying to get Hinata to stop talking, but he didn’t seem to take the hint.

“Every time he goes drinking, he ends up crying about how much he still loves (L/n)—and ends up either calling him or someone else calls him to go pick him up. Either way, he wakes up super embarrassed and awkward in (L/n’s) bed and sulks the rest of the time at practice.” 

Atsumu sat there, feeling like he’d been shoved to the front of a volleyball court completely naked. Kenma blinked, before looking down again.

“Oh.”

“That’s all yer gonna say-!?”

“I guess it kind of makes sense, now.”

Atsumu stopped mid-sentence, looking at Kenma with a confused expression. Kenma tried to dodge Atsumu’s eyes again, this time tugging on Hinata’s sleeve.

“...What makes sense now?”

Kenma had the look of ‘I said too much.’, trying to change the topic or hoping Hinata would swoop in and change it for him. But alas, no such thing happened. “I don’t think (Y/n) would…”

Hinata suddenly tugged back at Kenma’s sweatshirt, gesturing to turn around with him for a private conversation. They both turned their heads, mumbling out little ‘video-!’, ‘(Y/n)-!’ and ‘Atsumu-!’s here and there. Atsumu glanced from Hinata, to Kenma, before pouting that he’d been left out of the conversation.

Eventually, both Kenma and Hinata turned around again, looking directly at Atsumu. He stared back at them with doe-like confused eyes, when Kenma fished out his phone. 

“If we show you, you promise to act like you never knew at all?” Hinata childishly extended his pinky finger out to Atsumu, to which he nodded vigorously and hooked his own pinky with his. Kenma piped up.

“The reason I said it made sense was because I found a folder in (Y/n’s) phone titled, and I quote: ‘Sweet, Sweet, Lies called Drunk Miya Atsumu (watch when sad)’. They’re filled with video’s of you, drunk, blabbing about how much you love him.”

Atsumu stared at Kenma.

“Yer fuckin’ lyin’.”

“I’m...really not.” Kenma turned his phone screen around, displaying a video filmed in what seemed to be (Y/n’s) car. Atsumu leaned down and peered at the video, seeing his head frozen in place in the corner of the screen. Kenma felt around for the play button, tapping until it started playing. 

Atsumu watched the video in horror, his face going milk white as he watched himself cry and sob about how much he wanted to get back with (Y/n). Right in front of him. The video ended, and Atsumu looked up with the hope of getting hit with a bus. 

“How...did you get-”

“I airdropped this one to myself when (Y/n) was in the bathroom one day because I found this one funny.” Kenma mumbled, turning his phone around and inspecting the screen. “There’s millions of them on his phone, this one isn’t even the worst. Some of them are in his apartment when he’s trying to get you into bed, and I think there’s one where you beg him to cuddle with yo-”

“Stop! Stop! No more!” Atsumu covered his face, embarrassed. Kenma let his mouth fall shut, while Hinata snickered into his drink. Atsumu let his head smack onto the table. “What did I do to deserve this…”

“Hey!” Hinata quipped, his positive voice making Atsumu’s brain hurt. “You know what that means, right?”

“That (Y/n) probably wants blackmail or revenge on me for breaking up with him?” Atsumu grumbled into his hands.

“Wh-no, what,” Kenma said. “He means-”

“(L/n) still loves you! I mean-he saves videos of you saying you love him to watch when he is sad or lonely or whatever, that means he loves you still! It was even in the title!”

Atsumu glared at Hinata like he was squinting at the sun. Kenma shrugged. 

“S’true. He told me himself he watches them when he goes to sleep n’stuff.”

“Yer lyin’.”

“Was he lying when he showed you the video?” Hinata raised his eyebrow. 

Atsumu opened his mouth, before letting it clamp shut and shaking his head ‘no’.

——

Clinging to his side like a kicked puppy, (Y/n) found himself nursing a drunk, sobbing Atsumu at his apartment once more. 

“Tsum-” (Y/n) struggled to stick his key in his door’s keyhole with the way Atsumu was quite literally hanging off him. It was like he was trying to pull (Y/n) to the ground with him. “Atsumu! I’m trying to-”

“Don’t leaaaaave meeee! I love you!” Atsumu sobbed. He wiped his messy face onto (Y/n’s) jacket. 

Finally sticking the key inside and turning it, (Y/n) pushed open the door and patted at Atsumu’s ruffled hair. “I’m not leaving, ‘Tsumu. Just taking you to bed, is all. We’re still...friends...I think.”

“Don’t wanna be your friend.” Atsumu sniffled, as he staggered into (Y/n’s) room with the support of his body. He was thrown on the bed with a loud groan, as (Y/n) went to grab his phone. “We were meant to be together...boyfriends...soulmates…!”

“I wish you meant that,” (Y/n) chuckled, setting up his phone, pointing it at his bed and pressing record. “Gave it up after the fifth time you came here sloppy drunk, though. It really is just you talking out of your ass.”

The hint of bitterness in (Y/n’s) voice increased unsteadily, wavering like a candlelight. “I-I mean, you say all these nice things-then the next morning you either deny everything you said, or leave before I can even say goodbye! Or you don’t even remember most of the time!”

(Y/n’s) disgruntled laugh made Atsumu blink. He eventually simmered down, looking down at the floor and busying himself with searching through his desk. 

“That’s okay though. I have these little videos of your lies to keep me company. I can live with that just fine.” (Y/n) turned to Atsumu, holding up painkillers and setting them atop the desk. “...Sorry for problem-dumping on you, ‘Tsumu. I know you want sleep.”

“Don’t take these yet. They’re for tomorrow.” (Y/n) rattled the painkillers in their box, before producing a water bottle and extending it to Atsumu. He looked at the bottle like it was some foreign object. The water sloshed around when (Y/n) swirled it around Atsumu’s face. “It’s for your hangover tomorrow. Drink up, ‘Tsum-Tsum.”

“Only if you cuddle with me.”

(Y/n) pursed his lips. “No.”

“Then m’not drinkin’ the fuggin’ water!”

“Atsum-!” (Y/n) sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He set down the bottle of water on his nightstand, and rested his hands on his hips. “...If I give you a tiny hug, will you drink all the water and go to sleep?”

Atsumu nodded vigorously.

(Y/n) expected him to stand up and give him a hug, but instead, he opened his arms and sat expectantly, waiting for something to crawl between them. He was so far back on the bed, (Y/n) would probably have to lay awkwardly in his chest until he was satisfied.

So that's what (Y/n) did, after what felt like hours of contemplating and clenched jaws. He bit his lip, climbing slowly towards Atsumu on the bed. Atsumu smiled dumbly, and scooped him up in his arms like a claw machine. 

What Atsumu didn’t expect, was (Y/n) to stiffen up, surprised, before melting into his arms pathetically. He clumsily wrapped his arms around Atsumu’s torso, his body curling into the shape of his own like dough. He let his head slump in the crook of Atsumu’s neck, taking in a shaky, deep breath and sighing heavier than he meant to. 

(Y/n) figured he must’ve forgotten how much he relished being wrapped up in Atsumu’s arms, because he found himself not wanting to let go of Atsumu’s shirt that reeked of alcohol.

Still, after what was probably only a few candid seconds, (Y/n) pushed himself away from Atsumu, who slumped back on the bed confused, and wobbled his way back onto his feet. 

“There…” (Y/n) breathed. He had the most unreadable expression, and his voice was quiet and raspy. “Now-now drink th-the water...you promised.” 

Atsumu shrugged, swiping the water from the nightstand, and chugging it sloppily. (Y/n) went to work removing Atsumu’s socks, pants, and other things uncomfy to sleep in, until he was left in his boxers and t-shirt. Atsumu stared at (Y/n) sleepily, as he grabbed a spare pillow and blanket, and threw them on the swivel chair near his desk.

“...Y-Yer not gonna sleep here with me?”

(Y/n) furrowed his eyebrows, reaching over to stop his phone from recording, and curled up on the chair with his pillow. His voice was meek under the thin blanket he wrapped himself in. “You always ask, and i’ll always say no. Honestly I don’t know why you keep asking.”

“You look cold.”

“I’m...really not.”

“S’comfier on the bed.”

“...I like this chair.”

“I can scoot over-”

“Miya, if I give in and cuddle with you, everythings gonna be sunshine and rainbows ‘til the next morning—where you wake up next to me and regret everything! I’m-i’m trying to save your dignity here so stop asking!” (Y/n) croaked. He clutched his blanket tighter. “You’re drunk! You aren’t thinking! I already gave your-your stupid hug so stop it! How do you think I feel!?”

Atsumu rubbed at his head. (Y/n’s) hot face immediately flushed out, his voice quieting down back into his normal voice. 

“Ah...I’m...sorry. You’re...tired and I probably shocked you with my-by being loud n’stuff.” (Y/n) bowed his head slightly, before shifting away from Atsumu in his little swivel chair. “Sorry. Go to sleep now. Night, ‘Tsumu.”

When he heard shifting on the bed, (Y/n) grabbed his earphones and turned out the light. Plugging in his earphones hurriedly, he switched on his phone, clicking on the photos app and on today's video of Atsumu to cheer him up. He even caught the hug on camera, so he was looking forward to that. 

Dimming his phone's brightness to not disturb Atsumu, (Y/n) scrolled through the video, everything moving in fast-motion until (Y/n) saw himself climb into Atsumu’s arms. He paused the video there, smiling numbly, and taking a screenshot. 

Before he could add the video to the rest of his collection of drunk-sumu videos, he was suddenly hauled up and hanging upside down. He was tossed over Atsumu’s shoulder, not even having time to protest before he was thrown carefully onto his own bed. 

“Hey-Tsu-” Atsumu said nothing, climbing into the bed gracefully after (Y/n) and pulling the covers over the both of them. “Listen to me-! Let me go-!”

“If yer gonna keep sayin’ shit like...like i’ll regret it in the mornin’...fuckin’... let me,” Atsumu slurred. (Y/n) opened his mouth to speak, but Atsumu beat him to it. “S’my fault…’n...m’gonna deal with it in the mornin’. S-so lemme hold you.”

(Y/n) knitted together his eyebrows, looking conflicted on what he should do. He’d been so, so good at restraining himself from stealing hugs and kisses from Atsumu when he was drunk, and his reward was the videos. If he messed it up now, would Atsumu be too embarrassed to let himself get picked up by (Y/n) when he was drunk? Was he really willing to potentially give up future lovey-dovey drunk videos, and seeing Atsumu tell him he loved him for one night in his arms again?

He was. 

(Y/n) relaxed, a numb expression on his face. He was just about done. One last time of drunk Atsumu holding him for a whole night, then it was time to move on. Hell, maybe after tonight, and after explaining to a very-embarassed hungover Atsumu in the morning that “No, we did not have sex,” maybe, just maybe, he would finally delete the videos. The video’s of his ex who didn’t love him anymore, feeding him drunk lies of ‘I love you’ and ‘I miss you’, and finally moving on with his life. 

(Y/n) ran his fingers through his hair, and let out a tuckered-out sigh. Maybe after he stopped clinging to the past, he could be normal friends with Atsumu Miya again. 

(Y/n) looked at Atsumu with dry eyes. He let himself succumb to Atsumu’s warm chest, breathing in his scent for what could possibly be the last time. Atsumu purred happily, adjusting so he could wrap both arms around (Y/n), using one as a pillow for him and another to wrap around his body. (Y/n) hummed dryly.

Atsumu giggled. “...Love you...so much.”

(Y/n), for once out of all the time’s he’d always respond with ‘No, you don’t.’ or ‘You’re just drunk.’, said:

“I love you too.” 

“...hehe...he…” Atsumu kissed the crown of (Y/n’s) forehead, before nuzzling it with his nose. “I love you sososo much.”

(Y/n) was quick to respond, even though his throat began closing up and making it hard to speak. You could probably tell he was on the verge of tears. “Me too, ‘Tsumu. I love you most.”

“I love you so much…” Atsumu began, this time his voice way more clearer and sober than what he’d been speaking with this whole night. 

“...That i’d pretend m’drunk just to see you again.”

“...”

(Y/n) blinked, not quite processing his words. He shrunk inside Atsumu’s cage-like arms, before timidly meeting Atsumu’s eyes. They seemed much clearer, less hazy from ‘alcohol’, and they stared back at him with it’s usual ‘Atsumu’ look.

“...huh…?”

Atsumu patted (Y/n’s) head. “Yer so cute. I love you so much.”

“Wh-wait-” (Y/n) tried to wriggle his way out of Atsumu’s arms. “You-you’re not-”

“Nope. All I did at the bar tonight was watch Bokkun and Shoyo-kun drink so i’d smell like alcohol. Then I told—well, paid Omi-Omi to call you sayin’ I was drunk again, so I could see what stupid shit I did at your place when I was drunk.”

“Though,” Atsumu nodded at the discarded phone on the ground, next to (Y/n’s) makeshift swivel chair-bed. “I could've just asked to see that video of me. Or the rest of them, ‘coordin’ to Kozume-kun.”

(Y/n) sputtered, trying to find the words to speak, but finding himself too embarrassed to. He’d, finally, been caught red-handed. 

He sighed, casting his head down, before crawling out of his bed and taking the walk of shame to his phone. “...You caught me,’Tsu...Atsumu. Caught me real good, Atsumu.”

(Y/n) scrolled through his phone, searching for the album full of his drunk video’s of Atsumu. He clicked on it, then waved his phone around guiltily. He turned the phone around, peering down at it sheepishly. “Don’t worry, I’ll delete all of these...and I...I can drive you home if you want.”

“Nah. M’pretty comfy here.” Atsumu laid back down. “I’d be comfier if you were in my arms again, though.”

Atsumu made grabby arms towards (Y/n). (Y/n) blinked, searching Atsumu for any sort of satire. He found none, and nervously inched toward Atsumu until he was pulled back into his chest. The phone was, once again, forgotten on the floor. 

“Wheeeeeey, there we go~” Atsumu nestled down onto the bed, crooning (Y/n) in his arms and stroking his head. “Ain’t that comfy.”

He pressed a small kiss to (Y/n’s) forehead. “Love you. Goodnight~”

“...Wait, n-no you-”

Atsumu pressed another kiss onto (Y/n’s) face, promptly shutting him up. He tried speaking again, just to have another kiss placed onto his face. This cycle went on, (Y/n) trying to voice out his protests just to be hushed with kisses all over his face, until he reduced into a pile of hot tears, melting his face off raw. 

Atsumu kissed (Y/n’s) tears away. When more kept coming, Atsumu pulled back, stroking (Y/n’s) hair as gently as he could. Gentle was not a word to describe Miya Atsumu, but he sure as hell would try. 

“Stop cryin’...” Atsumu whispered, kissing another falling tear away. “I came here to win ya back, not make you cry…”

“I-I’m sorry-” (Y/n) sobbed out between hics. “I just- I missed you so-”

“I did too.” 

They sat there, small hics coming from (Y/n) as Atsumu quietly stroked his hair, and in all honesty, they would have laid there forever. But (Y/n) finally wriggled his way out Atsumu’s grasp, timpering his way to his phone. 

He picked it up, fiddling with it, before turning his phone screen around. Atsumu leaned closer. 

‘Sweet, Sweet, Lies called Drunk Miya Atsumu (watch when sad) - 0 videos’

“Deleted them all.” (Y/n) murmured. “Figured I wouldn’t need them anymore now that I got you here…”

Atsumu blinked before erupting into a wide smile. He sprang off the bed and attacked (Y/n) with a big, bear hug. “You bet yer ass you won’t!” 

He peppered kisses around (Y/n’s) face, and instead of crying, (Y/n) began to smile.

“Stop it-that tickles! ‘Tsumu-!” The red tear stains on (Y/n’s) face were barely noticeable under the flurry of kisses he was under. Atsumu grinned stupidly into (Y/n’s) skin.

“Ya know full well you don’t want me to.”

And he didn’t.

Atsumu pressed one final kiss to (Y/n’s) face, this time, and for the first time in a long time: on his lips.

——————

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“Even I can’t take her seriously”: Sakusa Kiyoomi

Angst to fluff

Most of your high school life you’ve never been taken seriously, you were always the funny, goofy type who makes everyone laugh, sometimes it was a curse and a blessing, nobody could tell if you were hurt or you were just “joking” You have been dating Sakusa Kiyoomi since your first year of high school, everyone was surprised when the introvert started dating the ball of sunshine

It is now your first year in college you became more of a serious person and still somehow people still don’t take you seriously, it annoys you on how you don’t even try to sound funny but people still laugh at you, was it because of the way you look?

One day you and your boyfriend were at a college party, Sakusa drinking alcohol with Atsumu, Bokuto, and Hinata, with tons of girls, Sakusa arrived first you were coming late because of traffic

Once you arrived you heard lots of talking, girls flirting with the boys and your boyfriend

“Omi omi hows yur girlfrienddddd~~~~” Atsumu said “Yeah Sakusa how is she?” Bokuto said “Y/n is doing fine she still struggling that no one takes her seriously”he said tired “I know how y/n feels, i deal with it to people think I’m a little kid” Hinata said drunk, you could hear girls talking about you

you were about enter until you heard “ ha, even I can’t take her seriously y/n just acts ridiculous sometimes, she’s just embarrassing” Sakusa said drunk, your heart throbbed in pain from what you heard, whenever you talked to him or said you loved him he would just laugh at you, were you really just a embarrassing joke to him?

You left the restaurant, almost at the brink of tears feeling embarrassed on how the way you acted towards him, were you just heavy weight or used whenever he needs to feel amused? You didn’t even care anymore you just went back home and texted Sakusa that you couldn’t make it to the party because you were “busy”

Sakusa woke up the next morning with the worst hangover, he wondered why you didn’t come to the party last night, so he checked his phone you texted him a plain message without any emojis or saying I love you “hmm that’s strange she would always do that” he said muttering he texted you back with a “ok darling good morning💕” you just woke up from a notification, you groaned and checked your phone it was Sakusa, memories from last night flooded you remembered what he said how do you respond? “Shit this is hard I don’t want to look clingy” you said out loud you sent a regular “good morning Kiyoomi” (back to Sakusa POV) Sakusa waited for your text and he saw the message pop up he looked confused usually you would write him a whole ass essay in the morning which would start off his day why did you write a simple text message? He left for Msby volley ball practice less motivated

You just got back from school tired and lazy usually by now you would send him a random tiktok or a random photo you took of him and he would leave you on read, you felt petty for doing this but you didn’t want to look annoying so you didn’t, you went on your laptop and rewatched a k drama, you didn’t expect Sakusa to reply when you think about it your the only one sending him long essays and random stuff, you felt second hand embarrassment for your self and now know why he leaves you on read or just respond with an “ok”

Sakusa came back from extra practice and checked his phone, he didnt see you text anything? it felt off but maybe you were just tired, the next day came and u sent him a dry text again, he knew something was off but he didn’t want to say anything and didn’t know what to say

This happened for 3 weeks of awkward texts and no video calls, till Sakusa texted you to meet up with him at your favorite cafe, you responded with an “ok” you dressed up in some casual clothes, usually you would doll up because you guys go to different colleges and barely meet up but today you didn’t, you drove yourself to the cafe and saw him at a table waiting for you

Sakusa looked at you with bright eyes, usually by now you would jump into his arms, but u just sat on the chair, “hi kiyoomi how’s volleyball? you said “it’s fine darling, is everything okay?” He said worried “ha I’m fine just tired” you said “oh ok” he said, you both ordered your drinks and sat there quietly the tension was so thick and it was hard to make a conversation, you finished your drink and said “hey Kiyoomi I’m going to go now I got tons of work to do” you gave gave him a small peck on the forehead and was about to leave until he holded your arm tight “ y/n why are you avoiding me? And why are you calling me Kiyoomi all of the sudden?” He said confused “hah isn’t this what you wanted I don’t want to embarrass you, I want you to not think of me as a joke” you scoffed holding in tears of anger “baby what do you mean? Your not embarrassing to me, who said that?” He said “you don’t remember?” You said “remember what” Sakusa said confused, “ I heard what you said about me in front of your friends, Sakusa you could of just told me so I don’t have to look like an idiot” you said trying to hold in tears but they were dripping you didn’t want to cry in a cafe, suddenly Sakusa remembered the day he got drunk and said that about you, he holded you into a tight hug and said “ I’m so sorry baby, I love you so much, I didn’t mean what I said. I was really drunk that day and I love you giving me essays in the morning and you showing how much you love me, I just don’t know how to express it, you always make my day worth it” after hearing those words you felt the needles out of you chest and Sakusa holding you even though he hates germs, you both made up and went to your apartment and made up with the time you guys didn’t spend with each other, taking about your week.

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sakusa kiyoomi x gn!reader word count: 1.8k tags: fluff, slight internal turmoil, accidental confession (kind of) summary; Why should Sakusa care if you make plans with his captain? a/n: for my bby @imarizaki

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“I’m going to the cafe with Tsukasa-senpai this weekend.”

Sakusa couldn’t stop the words from repeating in his head as he jumped up and hit his serve. He winced at the impact, the force of it being much harder than he had intended. The flick of his wrist sent the ball flying over to the opposite side of the gym, crashing loudly against the metal bars that protected the windows.

Sakusa bent over to place his hands on his knees, and sighed deeply.

You had looked so excited about your upcoming plans, and the image of your beaming smile suddenly flashed in his mind. He supposes he should feel some sort of happiness for you, but at the moment, the only word he could use to describe his emotions would be frustration.

He always thought volleyball managers were useless. His teams always had one, and they hardly ever did anything other than compliment his serves and gave him water.

But perhaps that said more about his previous classmates than it did about the job itself, because ever since he’s been on this team with you, he’s not sure he could have it any other way.

He remembers when he walked into practice, three weeks into your stint as their manager. You’ve gotten into the habit of wearing a mask during practice, the black cloth fitted snugly across your face as you happily bounced over to speak with him.

“I researched different wrist exercises online,” you had said, handing him a stack of paper you had printed, “These seemed to be the ones that had worked out well for others.”

He nodded his head in thanks, not telling you that he already has these exact exercises memorized -- appreciating the effort you had put into helping his game.

He thinks back to when he arrived back from a training camp in a sour mood; feeling angry, frustrated, and insecure at the rate of his growth in comparison to the famous Ushiwaka. He grabbed his issue of monthly volleyball from his locker, flipping it open to the aforementioned ace’s page when his lips burst into an incredibly uncharacteristic smile.

On his rival’s photograph were devil horns drawn on his head, his front tooth blacked out and his eyebrows penned into a unibrow, your writing nearly inscripting “Ushiwaka Stinks! Sakusa Rocks!”

As he walks back to the volleyball cart, his mind wanders to when you let him borrow your manager notebook, and as he flipped the pages filled to the brim with your scribbles, he realizes that you were taking notes on much more than just Itachiyama players — your attention to detail had left him in a state of awe. Though, now he’s figuring out that you seem to do that just by existing.

It dawns on him that he seeks your attention past your daily scheduled practices. His routine has changed, and instead of eating his lunch in empty classrooms, he walks out to the courtyard of his school, passed the crowds of people and to a bench situated under a tree, so he can find you saving a spot for him next to you.

Every time he hears his phone buzz, he wishes it was you. Every time he wins a game, he looks to see if you’re watching him. His so-called useless manager.

He feels more uneasy as he wonders why he’s even thinking about such things in the first place. He turns and grabs another ball before taking his position behind the end line.

If you wanted to go to a cafe with tsukasa-senpai, then you had every right to do it. Who was he to be upset about it? Wait, was he upset? The sinking feeling in his gut and the irritation swelling in his chest tells him that he is.

But why? It’s not like it was a date. Or was it? But you just said you were going to the cafe. You never told him it was a date.

So what if it was?

Sakusa throws the ball into the air, and smacks his palm against the blue and yellow leather. The stinging in his palm matched the velocity of which it flew across the room yet again, and he curses at his lack of control.

“You’re still here?”

He snaps his head to the doorway, the echo of your voice mingling with the bouncing of the volleyball reverberating on the walls.

“I thought you went home,” he said, walking to his bag placed on the bench, grabbing a towel to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

“Something told me to come check on you before I left,” you said, walking into the gym.

“Well, you should get going,” he said, in a much sharper tone than he had intended, “It’s getting dark.”

He ignored the way you frowned as he grabbed yet another volleyball, and repeating the same movements he has done for the past half hour since practice ended. He could feel the way your eyes burned into his back as he landed gracefully on his feet, clicking his tongue when his ball not-so-gracefully catches into the net.

“What’s up with you,” you quip, crossing your arms and popping your hip, “First, you ignore me all day, now you won’t even walk home with me?”

Your question only serves to confuse him even further. Is not walking home together now considered an odd thing? Since when did that happen? Had he really been so lost in your presence that he didn’t notice? He hadn’t realized things had gotten this far -- to him, time with you never felt like it was enough. And right now, he’s not sure if he likes that. Not when the end result is this.

He didn’t reply, choosing instead to walk over to the other side of the court, and collecting the balls that had gone astray.

But he should have known you wouldn’t have let things go, and he should have expected your footsteps marching behind him.

“Sakusa Kiyoomi,” you say sternly, and it irritates him even further.

What, do you think that just because you say his full name, he’s going to bend to your will? Is that the kind of hold you think you have on him? The audacity of your familiarity was bothersome and aggravating.

Because it worked.

“You’re going to the cafe with Tsukasa-senpai tomorrow.” he says quickly, turning around to face you. You nearly collided with his chest, stopping abruptly in place. You blinked your eyes at Sakusa dumbly, trying to comprehend what he’s saying.

“Yes… and?”

“Is it a date?” he cuts to the chase, no longer wishing to prolong the agony he’s been in all day.

You looked at him in surprise, jaw hanging slightly and dropping your arms to your side. You quickly regain your composure, straightening your back before giving him a hard look.

“What, am I not allowed to go on dates?”

“I never said that,” Sakusa fumed, wondering if you were trying to dodge his question.

“Then why do you —“

“Can you just answer the question?”

You huffed a little at Sakusa’s interruption, and shot him a half hearted glare. Sakusa stood his ground, looking dead into your eyes.

“It’s not a date,” you finally respond, and Sakusa let’s go of a tension in his shoulders that he had no idea he was carrying.

“Good,” he said, turning around to continue his previous task of collecting his equipement.

“Why is that good?”

Sakusa shrugged, balancing four volleyballs in his arms as he made his way back to the cart. “You shouldn’t be going on dates with guys like Tsukasa-senpai.”

At this, you scoffed in disbelief. “Excuse me? And pray tell, o wise Sakusa-san, just what exactly kind of guy should I go on dates with?”

“Me,” he said before he could stop himself. He stopped all his movements for a moment, time suddenly freezing as he comprehends what just slipped from his lips. A feeling of dread soon began to slowly creep up from his gut, spreading across his body until it reached up and grabbed hold of his heart.

He pretends he never said a thing, depositing the volleyballs back into their rightful place before heading over to collapse the net. In his peripherals, he could see your shocked expression, eyes following his every move as he starts to lower the net. He could feel the sweat forming on his forehead like bullets, but he continues on.

“So...what you’re saying is,” You finally broke the silence, walking over to the other side of the court to help Sakusa with his task. “You want me to go on a date with you.”

“I never said that,” he replied, quickly gathering the material that had bunched up on the floor. He felt awkward doing this errand in front of you, something you must have picked up on, because you finished the job for him.

Still the ever dutiful manager.

“No, I’m pretty sure you just did,” you say, grabbing onto the folded up net before walking over to place it into the storage room, not giving him a chance to reply.

Sakusa uses the ten seconds you were gone to slap himself in the face.

He solemnly walks over to gather his things, the silence growing louder and louder by the second as you choose to continue closing the gym instead of saying anything further. He takes his time switching out of his gym shoes, and slowly looped each side of his face mask on his ear.

He was zipping up his jacket when you stood in front of him.

Goosebumps raise in his flesh when you glare at him, tapping your foot on the wooden floors.

“Well?” You ask.

Sakusa tilts his head. “Well what?”

“Are you going to ask me out on a date?”

Sakusa is thankful for the fabric covering his face, though surely redness spread across his entire visage.

He was sure steam was wafting up from his head, the clock in the wall ticking tocking his nerves deeper into his bones.

You raised your eyebrow at him, and he wonders if this is a trap. Or perhaps a cruel joke. But regardless, he couldn’t keep you waiting.

“Will you… go on a date with me,” Sakusa spoke slowly, coughing into his hand before continuing, “This weekend?”

You smiled at him, brighter than he’s ever seen before. He feels as if the skies have opened up, and the sun herself graced him with his own personal ray of warmth.

“Let’s go home, Omi,” you beckon him out of the gym before turning off the lights, “I got a big date to get ready for.”

You don’t see his smile, but you se the way his joy crinkled at the corner of his eyes.

“Preparing already?”

You laugh. “I’ve only been waiting for this moment my entire life.”

He hadn’t realized things had gotten this far — though, he realizes he doesn’t mind if the end result was this.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

6:39 PM [From: Captain Tsukasa] :

so? did it work?

6:42 PM (To: Captain Tsukasa) :

senpai… ur kinda scary

6:45 PM [From: Captain Tsukasa] :

I know my little kohai better than u think 😌

[lcs-library]

(i really love your writing, so im very excited to see that requests are open! also, do you write the menus yourself? if so, thats so cool!! i love the aesthetic so much)

could i ask for an apple danish with tsumugi? and off of the normal menu, a black tea as well (still w tsumu), please. there's so many i wanna request lol, thanks in advance <3

AWAWAWAWA TY GOMPY I'M SO PLEASED EHEHE.... And yes! I write the menus myself, but the images and stuff I use are usually from @.saradika-graphics. That said I can assure you I spent a good two hours poring over a bunch of barista blogs and reddit threads to come up with the new menu and try to think up prompts www... Anyway! Please enjoy!!

Request rules | Cafe menu | Autumn menu

Apple Danish: They bring you/their s/o/their friend to an orchard! How does it go? 

🥚I think Tsumu would have a great time in an orchard! 

🥚He’d be so happy to be surrounded by all the pretty trees, calmly picking apples with you.

🥚“Do you think this one’s good? It’s a bit on the small side, though… but it’s cute. You think so, too? Let’s take it home, then!”

🥚He’s no Omi, but he seems like the type of guy who knows exactly what to look for when it comes to fruit, and every single thing he picks tastes incredible. 

🥚He’s also def the kind of guy who just takes leaves and rubs them between his fingers because Texture. When he thinks you’re not looking, he’ll be caressing the branch and rubbing the leaves as he loses himself in thought. 

🥚“Hm? Ah, I didn’t realize you were there! Sorry, I should be holding your hand, not the tree’s, right? …There we go. Is that better?”

🥚The next day, his phone’s camera roll is filled to the brim with a bunch of blurry photos of you wwww

🥚“Even if they don’t look the best, you have to admit, the blurred colors look nice together, right? We can call it abstract art.” 

Black Tea: How do they comfort their s/o?

🥚When you’re feeling down, I promise Tsumu knew how you felt ten seconds before you did, and is already by your side. 

🥚“Dear, did something happen, are you alrigh- Oh. Come here, sit by me.”

🥚He’s the perfect gentleman, too. 

🥚You want space? He’ll give you space, but not without making you a cup of tea first.

🥚You want a hug? He’s so gentle with you, as if you’ll shatter to pieces if he squeezes too hard.

🥚You’re not sure what you need? That’s alright, you can take your time, he’ll happily sit by your side and rub your back until you’re ready to talk again. 

🥚Once you are, he’ll gently guide you through your feelings, and help you cope(he’s not letting that psychology degree go to waste).

🥚“Will you tell me what happened, please? I promise I won’t laugh, and I definitely won’t be mad at you. I’m here to help, remember? We can do this together.”

🥚And of course, after everything’s over, and you’re calm at the very least, he’ll take his hand in yours, and give it a brief kiss before squeezing it tight.

🥚“I’m proud of you, dear. Never forget that, okay?”

🥚Weh……… the sweetie pie<3

[arroelin]

— “i’m not ready to say goodbye”

pairing: sakusa kiyoomi x reader

genre: fluff

wc: 580+

series directory - writing fluff using angsty writing prompts

sakusa knows you love him from the way you put up with all of his peculiarities. he knows he can be hard to handle. after all, it’s not always easy for people to accept him for all of his quirks and habits- but he is thankful that you do. 

sakusa is aware of the sacrifices you make for him- from always making sure to carry an extra face mask in your purse, to offering to let him shower first in the mornings- and he’s willing to make sacrifices for you too.

when you had begged him to take you to the new cat café in town, he couldn’t help but agree. “it’ll be fun, I promise!!” you had said excitedly, eyes twinkling with excitement.  

so with nothing he could do but inwardly curse his past self, sakusa sat stiffly on a colourful plastic bench, watching in disgust as the occasional cat hair flew past his eyes. he felt like he was drowning. the irritatingly loud chatter from the other customers and the messy clatter of plates hitting the table were almost too much for him to bear. 

“hey omi, look!” 

your voice snapped him out of his thoughts and he lifted his head up to face you. a small black kitten was curled up in your arms as you gazed back at him, eyes wide with amazement. sakusa felt his heart skip and a smile tugged harshly at the corners of his mouth. 

he looked down at his wrist to hide the blush creeping up his cheeks, pretending to check the time on his watch. “y/n, should we go? we've been here for an awfully long time,” he asked gently.

“nooo, omi…” you whined softly as to not wake the kitten in your lap, lips jutting out in a small pout. “i’m not ready to say goodbye!”

sakusa sighed. there was no way he could refuse when you were looking at him like that.  

“ok, then. we’ll stay for a little longer.”

your face lit up at his response, excitedly returning your attention to the little creature. sakusa watched as you hesitated and lifted your head to face him once again, with a bashful smile. 

“are you sure it’s okay with you?” you asked sheepishly. 

sakusa couldn’t help but chuckle. of course you were thinking about him- worrying about him even when you should be enjoying yourself.  

“yeah,” he nodded, giving you a reassuring smile. “i’m having fun.”

“i know, right!! this place is so fun.” you exclaimed cheerfully.

this place was definitely not fun, and sakusa knows he would never in a million years step foot in here of his own will. 

“thank you, omi.” you hummed happily as you carefully leaned forward to give him a small kiss on the cheek.

he watched as you turned your attention back to the kitten in your arms, murmuring soft words as you stroked its fur gently. he sighed. even though this place was far from his definition of fun, it was definitely fun seeing you like this. 

for you, sakusa swallows his complaints. because to him, seeing you smile is just worth that much. if it means he has to sacrifice a little more of his time and effort to make you happy, then he would never hesitate to do so.   

after all, sakusa knows you love him and he wants to show you that he loves you just as much.

.....

EXTRA: keep reading for a lil more sakusa fluff

“i can’t stop thinking about that cafe,” you sighed happily, flopping down onto the couch. “we should definitely go back there again!” 

sakusa grimaced as he thought of returning to that hellhole. but hearing the eagerness in your voice, he gave you a small reassuring smile. “maybe.” he hummed, before joining you on the couch. 

he was tired from all the action of the day, and he wanted nothing more than to feel your touch. “i think it’s my turn to get your attention,” he mumbled, eyes shying away from yours.   

you giggled and pulled his head into your lap. he closed his eyes, relishing in the feeling of your familiar fingers gently combing through his curls. 

“you know, omi-” he opened an eye to peek at you as you grinned down at him. “you’re kind of like a kitten.”

[osamiiya]

Ksjsslsh I hope I'm not too late, it's still the 21st where I am,. But can I get an Angst with Sakusa #2 and #10 you're so good plz I love what you write < 3

Thank you so much you're so sweet 🥺🥺 Of course you're not too late at all!! Requests are going to stay open they just won't be tagged to the event :))

Sakusa x Reader

Type of fic: Angst

TW// Cheating

Prompts; #2: "I don't understand, I thought you were happy. I thought WE were happy." 10: "I didn't mean it. It meant nothing."

PART TWO

Alternate fluff ending

'He'd never cheat. There's got to be an explanation' You're biting your thumbnail, phone on your lap, a picture of Sakusa kissing another girl at a cafe bright and staring you in the face.

'Im in denial, I know I'm in denial.' Your heart is pounding, dread sitting at the bottom of your stomach.

Sakusa walks in and you're quick to turn off your phone, smiling brightly at him as he goes to wash his hands.

"Hi y/n." He kisses your cheek lightly, moving behind you in the kitchen to dry his hand.

It's like a dance, and he's leading.

"Where did you go today?" He thinks for a moment.

"Practice and then I stopped by a cafe to get you something." He grabs your hand and leads you to his practice bag.

The logo on the bag stares you in the face, taunting.

'I saw your boyfriend cheat on you.'

You smile thinly, taking the bag and looking inside.

Strawberry cheesecake.

The dance continues for the rest of the night, he showers first and wipes down his desk, you shower next, leaving your phone on the bed.

You're coming out and you see him staring at your phone, pale. He looks up and there's no more playful glint, no mischievous and witty smile.

"What..." He trails off, voice hoarse.

Your eyes travel to the unlocked phone, picture bright and easy to see.

You're silent as you get dressed, watching his pleading eyes follow you, waiting for you to say anything, to scream or cry and throw him out.

"I don't understand, I thought you were happy. I thought WE were happy."

This was so much worse Sakusa decides. Your face lacks the smile he oh so loves, the warmth in your eyes gone and replaced with the look that you would give a stranger.

He swallows his spit.

"I can explain."

"Sakusa,-" No he was Omi. Your Omi.

"- I thought I wanted you to explain, that somehow it wasn't true. But you see the photo, and I see the photo and there's nothing to explain."

"I didn't mean it. It meant nothing." He's stuttering, not something he usually did, his voice nearing a whine as he keeps his tears at bay.

"I don't care." You whisper, and you wipe a hand over your face, it's tiring.

"I still love you, I can't lose you." He's stood up from where he previously sat on the bed.

You rummage through the closet, sighing deeply when you find the suitcase.

"This is your apartment. I'll be nice enough to let you stay." You're throwing clothes into the bag, there's no time to fold them, the air is suffocating.

"Hey, hey stop that." He grabs your wrist, wanting your attention, not expecting the way you flinch away.

"Get off of me." You're crying, the skin that he touched feels like it's burning.

You claw your way out of his grip, and move away.

"I'm leaving. Don't contact me. If you see me on the streets please, please walk the other way." Your sleeves are soaked from constantly wiping the tears away.

'I can't break right now. Not in front of him.'

You're marching through the room, grabbing things you don't think you can bear to leave behind.

The two of you have started a new dance, you're spinning away out of his grip, but he dosent want to let go.

Sakusa's mind goes blank and time stops for him.

He's numb and snaps out of the trance he's in as he hears the door slam.

'Their hair is wet, they're going to catch a cold.' The thought is small, timid, and is pushed away easily.

Sakusa can't do anything but look around hopelessly, his possessions are still there, but he just lost everything.

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— characters: sakusa kiyoomi, ushijima wakatoshi, kageyama tobio, miya atsumu

— warnings: accidental flashing for tobio’s aha

— tags: fluff

a/n: the ideas are from this post! just a reminder, requests are open and there are 5 available slots atm!

— S.KIYOOMI it's the first class of the new semester and you took a seat a few seats away from kiyoomi even though he was frowning really hard and generally repelling everyone with his glare. class proceeded smoothly until your teacher decided to give an unhelpful example of a scenario using you and kiyoomi as a married couple. you swiftly turn your head to the side only to see kiyoomi has done the same and he looks absolutely disgusted. it's a horribly awkward and embarrassing ten minutes as you avoid eye contact with your teacher who continually tries to get the both of you to sit closer.

— U.WAKATOSHI you're taking a bath with one of those pretty bath bombs and decide to send a selfie to your bestie but you accidentally send it to the wrong number. you don't notice you've texted the wrong number until your phone chimes and you open the chat to see a selfie from a VERY handsome man giving you a thumbs-up. his reply? "the water looks pretty."

— K.TOBIO your cat steals underwear. it’s unfortunate but you’ve learned to live with it and most people are nice enough to let you off without any further complications. except, you didn’t expect to see a man with only a towel wrapped around his waist, chasing your cat around the corridor attempting to get his bright red briefs back. your mischievous cat however, notices your arrival and darts between the man’s legs to get to you and in the process causes the already flustered guy to fumble his grip on the towel and…. it drops </3

— M.ATSUMU it’s been almost a year since you last saw a friend of yours. and last you remembered, your friend has short hair dyed blonde. so when you see a person with dyed-blonde hair bending over to reach for something, you don’t hesitate to run over and smack their ass in greeting. you’re mortified when the person turns around, glaring at you and you realise he’s not your friend, not at all. “care to explain?” atsumu asks with an eyebrow raised as he rubs his butt with his hand. it was a pretty hard smack on his god-tier ass after all.