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[kozuwhore]

KENMA WOULD NOT BE INTO INCEST???????????

[berryblosom]

3:40AM˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

S: You wake up from sleep to admire your pretty boy

Your apartment was cloaked in the stillness of the night, the only sound was the soft hum of the air conditioner. You stirred, your mind drifting in and out of sleep, unable to fully settle back into slumber. With a sigh, you turned to your left, where your boyfriend lay beside you.

Kei’s face, usually marked by a permanent scowl and sharp, grumpy features, looked serene and peaceful in the dim light. His strong jaw was relaxed, his lips slightly parted in the rhythm of sleep. You couldn’t help but smile at the contrast. He looked so sweet and almost innocent, a side of him rarely seen when he was awake, at least by anyone but you.

Your fingers itched to reach out to him, to touch his soft blonde hair. Gently, you stroked a few stray strands away from his forehead, feeling the silky texture between your fingers. He stirred slightly, but didn’t wake up. Feeling bold you let your fingers trail down to his cheek, brushing lightly against his smooth freshly shaven skin. His eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, they were unfocused. But as he fully awoke, the sharpness returned, his brows knitting together. He blinked, adjusting to the darkness, and then glared at you.

“What are you doing?” he grumbled, voice thick with sleep.

You bit your lip, suppressing a giggle at how cute he looked even when he was annoyed. “You just looked so peaceful and pretty.” you whispered. “I couldn’t help it.”

He huffed, rolling his eyes. “You woke me up to tell me I look pretty?”

“Very much so.” you said, grinning. You leaned down to press a kiss onto his heavy eyelids.

He sighed, the irritation fading from his eyes as you peppered kisses on him. “You’re impossible,” he muttered, but there was no real heat behind his words. He reached out, pulling you closer until your head rested against his bare chest. “Now go back to sleep.”

You nestled against him, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek. “Goodnight,” you whispered, your eyes already closing.

He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Night baby.” he replied, his voice a low rumble that lulled you back into sleep. As you drifted off, you thought you heard him whisper, “I love you,” but you knocked out before you could be sure.

[stressforu]

hii! i was wondering if i could request atsumu dating headcanons? i loved your tsukki one :)

♯ atsumu miya — dating hcs

HI ANONNNNN !!!! thanks for requesting ^^ , sure here's an atsumu hcs ! tsukki hcs 𖹭

୨ৎ the whole Inarizaki team is so updated with your relationship with him like wdym the whole team already knows after confirming your relationship just a minute ago .... 🤨 (sounds fishy 'tsumu)

୨ৎ ughh atsumu always bragging how he's the only taken person in the whole team "ahh, it's nice to have a girlfriend so caring, sweet, kind, beautiful, like there's no right word to describe how perfect she is." "shin, can we kick him?" "i prefer you do not."

୨ৎ you being atsumu's profile picture on every social media he has and his username's gotta be something like "y/n's🔐" or "takenbyy/n" with a matching key emoji to it and he'll BEG you to match usernames with him like a key next to your username

୨ৎ he's such a goofball that he never fails to make you laugh even the smallest and simplest thing you'll never fail to laugh when you're with him. (he once tripped while you were walking, and let's just say you'll never let him live it down)

୨ৎ atsumu is COMPETITIVE when it comes to playing games with you especially fps games or obbies ... (prolly sulks when you beat him once in roblox tower of hell or dress to impress smh rage quits) after losing to you, he would tackle you in a hug and just put his head on your shoulder. yes, he's sulking.

୨ৎ bae... I'm sorry to say this but you can't escape from his flirty jokes >:( he'll throw in jokes you don't even know when he'll say it. You're walking with him to the vending machine, and he'll say :"I'm no photographer but I can picture us together. 😈🙏 " bombastic side eye 😐... AND HE EVEN PLASTERS A SMIRK like: 😏

୨ৎ asks you the most random things at the middle of the night, he'd chat you and you would be in the middle of your sleep when your phone rings. loml tsumu 💝 : will you still love me if i'm a roach — you: no

୨ৎ atsumu is so clingy... especially after Inarizaki wins a match, he's so tired that all he wants is a hug from you!! please don't deny this man his privileges :(( and shower him with praises !!!! atsumu LOVES it whenever you praise him you know it lowkey assures him that you're still here.

a/n : sorry it took so long, anon ! hope you love it <333 last fic b4 i review dem psych materials 😈😈😈😈💯💯

[keisgirl]

ily but…; tsukishima kei

pairing; highschool!tsukishima kei x reader

wc; 0.5k

guys should i make a masterlist again

you see, tsukishima kei isn’t the type of boyfriend you would want. he loves you, but then he doesn’t really pick up cues.

it’s not that he’s oblivious. tsukishima notices everything. he’s sharp, observant, painfully so. but emotional nuances? they slip past him like water through a sieve. he doesn’t mean to hurt you. in fact, it’s the opposite: every sarcastic jab, every carefully worded critique, comes from a place of love. he just doesn’t know how to be soft about it.

you’re sitting on the floor of his room, textbooks scattered between you. tsukishima’s knees are tucked to his chest, one arm resting casually on top. he’s explaining a math problem, his tone steady, almost clinical. you don’t even remember asking for help with this one. maybe you didn’t.

"if you just carry this over here, it’s obvious," he says, pointing at your notebook. his brows furrow slightly, his lips pressing into a line. "how did you not see that?"

your throat tightens. it’s not the words, really. it’s the way he says them, so matter-of-fact, so distant. you press your pencil harder against the page, the graphite smudging under your hand.

"maybe i’m just stupid," you mumble.

his head snaps up at that. "don’t say that."

"why not? you’re the one always pointing it out."

he leans back against his bed frame, exhaling sharply through his nose. "i’m not-" he pauses, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "i’m not saying you’re stupid. i’m just saying you’re not trying hard enough."

you laugh, but it’s humorless, bitter. "right. because that’s exactly what i need to hear right now."

his eyes narrow, his jaw tightening. "i’m trying to help you."

"and i didn’t ask for it!" the words come out louder than you intended, echoing in the small room. tsukishima flinches, just barely, but it’s enough to make you feel a pang of guilt.

you drop your pencil, letting it roll across the floor. "sometimes i just… i just want a hug from you, kei," you say softly, staring at the notebook in front of you. "thank you for tutoring me when i say i’m not good enough, but maybe all i want is comfort. not another teacher."

the silence that follows is heavy, suffocating. you can feel his gaze on you, but you don’t look up.

"i…" he starts, but his voice falters. tsukishima kei, the boy who always has something to say, is at a loss for words.

when you finally glance up, he’s looking away, his hand gripping the edge of his bed. his lips part as if he’s about to speak, but he doesn’t. instead, he shifts slightly, leaning forward until his fingers brush yours. it’s tentative, hesitant—like he’s afraid of getting it wrong.

"i’m not good at this," he admits quietly. his voice is softer now, the edges of his usual sarcasm smoothed out. "i don’t… know how to be what you need."

your chest tightens, a lump forming in your throat. "just try, kei," you whisper. "that’s all i want."

he exhales, his hand finally closing over yours. his grip is awkward, a little too firm, but it’s something. it’s enough.

"okay," he says. "i’ll try."

and for the first time, you feel like he really means it.

[autisticakaashitruther]

Their height difference makes me emotional

[leafyolive]

"smile for the camera omi!!"

[pressed-flower-journal]

INSUFFERABLE (miya atsumu x reader) • fluff

Atsumu looks up from his phone's screen as your lips part in concentration, fingers running over his untamed eyebrow. "Everything alright, babe?"

His heart melts as you tilt your head in confusion. "I just… I never noticed you had this scar."

"We've been together for three years," atsumu raised his thick brows. "And you're telling me, ya never noticed it?"

You shake your head. "How'd you even get it?"

The blond scoffs, running his hands through his hair. "Samu slammed the door in ma face when I was walking in."

"Did it hurt?"

"It was an accident, but yeah, I was bleeding all over the place," Atsumu shakes his head at the painful memory. "I had to get eight stitches."

They were three stitches.

"You're so brave Tsumu," you cup his cheek in awe. "And the scar makes you look so hot."

Atsumu is aware how hot the scar makes him look, courtesy of thirsty twitter accounts. He leans in your touch, a small smile on his lips. "Thanks baby. I'm glad ya find my pain physically appealing."

"Shut up," you softly click your tongue, leaning in his chest as his arm wraps around your shoulders. "I wish I had an eyebrow slit."

"Want me to slam a door on your face?"

You push away his arm, walking to your shared bedroom. "I changed my mind— you may be hot but you're equally insufferable."

"Hey!"

[lllunaverde]

bed chem by sabrina had been on my heavy rotation lately and that song screams issei.

—

I imagine you meeting him for the first time in friend get together outing and you’re very close friends with iwaizumi. you spot him at table far across from yours where he’s hanging with a different group you’re not familiar with and you can’t help but think he’s insanely attractive. probably the most attractive man you’ve seen up to date.

you happened to ask iwaizumi throughout the night if he was single and iwa looks at you with an eyebrow raised and you flash him an innocent smile.

he sighs and rubs his the back of his neck. well guess he’s gonna play the part of wing man tonight, so he walks you over to where issei is and he introduces the two of you.

up close he looks even better/hotter. issei stands up and holds out his hand for you to shake and your eyes follow-up his frame. holy shit… that man is BIG… your mind can’t help but wonder if he’s also big in other places…. (🤭)

as the night progresses you guys get to know a little bit about each other until a guy with pink hair you were unfamiliar with comes up to him and whispers something in his ear.

you see issei nod and he gives you an apologetic smile. “sorry darlin, but I have to get going. it was nice meeting you btw, maybe we should get together one day and go out for some drinks?” he stands up again and you simply nod. you didn’t trust yourself to say anything because your were too eager to say yes.

issei follows his pink haired friend and before you realize you never got his number, his frame is out of your view. mentally face palming you slouch in your seat feeling bummed that you might not even see him again.

little did you know the next morning you’d get a text from an unknown number

“hey it’s issei from the mixer last night. I got your number from hajime I hope that was alright?”

you drop your phone on the floor and cup your mouth in surprise.

you feel the floor vibrate as another text was sent

“so when are you free? tonight? drinks on me.”

couldn't read this properly bc i kept rolling on my bed, kicking my feet and giggling and—I LOVE IT ARGHRGRHRHRHRHR

'darlin' RAGHHJJJJJFGJGHGHGHGHGHGHGGHHGGH

૮꒰ྀི⊃ ˶ ˔ ˶ ⊂꒱ྀིა sickening man

and haji being the wingman HWHDUWHDHAHSHAHSHSH him:

[agnes-draws]

the akaashi doodles i did months ago and never posted <3

[hyuneskkami]

born to be the reincarnation of nishinoya yū and be the best libero of our times, forced to set for unskilled spikers 😐

[kiyoowomi]

anyone know where to find that sakusa x reader fic where they go to brazil to visit hinata and they end up having some fun shenanigans iykwim (😏)

[kozuwhore]

look me in the eyes and tell me that tetsuro kuroo isn't the most bisexual coded character ever

[berryblosom]

DUMPLING ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ Osamu Miya X fem!reader

S: rumours cause you to have doubts about your relationship with Osamu, he proves you wrong.

You were completely aware of what people thought of you. Growing up with the Miya twins definitely came with its fair share of attention, unwanted of course but when your best friends are as popular as they are it’s hard to stay hidden. Even till this day, 10 years later you’re still the subject of pointless gossip and rumours.

You spend a lot of time with Osamu at his shop, it was like your little haven to escape to after a gruelling day of work. Of all the rumours that went around about you the one that came up the most was that you and Osamu were dating. It’s true you were a lot closer to the younger Miya twin and compared to Atsumu who is often away, you saw Osamu almost every day but that didn’t mean you liked him.

Liar

Fine you were madly in love with the man. It was easier back in high school when you barely talked because you knew Atsumu first but without the loud mouth blonde as your buffer you were at risk of spilling your secret and ruining your friendship with him.

“You look deep in thought, what’s up dumpling?” You could just melt into a puddle right there and then. Osamu adopted the nickname name dumpling for you back in high school, it was used as a tease at first because your mom once only packed you dumplings for lunch for a whole week but now your heart lurches every time you hear it.

“It’s nothing, just work stuff.” You awkwardly lie and laugh hoping he’s doesn’t push it. Osamu notices though, you’re not asking him a million questions about how his day was and you barely touched the meal he placed infront of you five minutes ago.

“That moron from work still bother ya?” You shake your head no. The moron in question was your manager who seemed to have it out for you. When you invited your coworkers over to have lunch at Onigiri Miya, he didn’t quite make the best impression on Osamu.

“No he wasn’t in today thank goodness.”

“Then what’s got ya in such a huff?” He ruffles your hair and you swatt his hand away.

“I’m not in a huff, just….do you think I’m clingy?” You’ve gone and said it now, you peer up at Osamu hoping he didn’t find the question strange but he just looked confused.

“Of course not, at least not in a bad way.” What did that mean? You were glad the shop was closed otherwise people would hear how pathetic you sound. “Whos got ya thinking like that?”

You hesitate but decide there no use in hiding it from him.

“The other day, that girl from our high school came in remember?” Osamu tips his head back trying to remember, he gets a lot of customers so it was hard to remember them all but he does recall how excited you were to see some old classmates.

“Vaguely.”

“Well I bumped into her again and she said that I was clinging to you a lot and that she wanted to talk to you but I wouldn’t let her.” You bury your face in your hands, you didn’t have the guts to look at him. You didn’t want to tell him but if you were stopping him from talking to girl no matter how much it hurt you wanted to know.

“Why would she say that? I didn’t want to talk to her.”

“It’s okay if you did! I know I’m here a lot and she seemed really into you.” Osamu frowns at how you were pushing away and not looking at him.

“What about you?” You finally look up from your palms to see him pouting down at you.

“What about me?” You face flushes slightly as Osamu bends over the counter to come closer.

“Are you into me?” Your eyes widen and it took all the core strength you had not to fall backwards from you chair. Osamu didn’t break eye contact, he was a cool as he always was while you were spluttering and trying not to burst into flames

“W-why would you ask that?”

“Because i want to know.” He states verily. Osamu had his own speculations about your feelings for him, he hoped it was the same as the ones he had for you but he wanted to hear it coming from your mouth.

“If I said yes, what would you do.” You fleeting confidence was the only think keeping you from fainting in his moment.

“Don’t play with me dumpling.” The silence in the room was deafening. Your palms were sweaty and Osamu being so composed made you sweat even more.

“You didn’t answer my question.” He narrowed his eyes at your cryptic attempt to challenge him. The space between your faces was almost nonexistent, you eyes flickered every few seconds between Osamu eyes and his lips hoping your want to kiss him wasnt too obvious.

“I would kiss you and ask you out on a date.”

“Real-“ before you could finish Osamus lips were on yours. His cold hands come up to cradle your face and his thumbs caress your cheeks softly. You grab the back of his neck and pull him closer to you. Never in your dreams did you imagine your first kiss with Osamu would be like this let alone in his Onigiri shop.

Osamu breaks for a second, breathing heavily. “I’m sorry, you just looked so pretty.” His pecks your lips and travels all around your face. “I wanted to do this for so long.”

How long?” You we’re on the verge of tears, happy ones of course but knowing that Osamu may have had the same feelings as you this whole time was upsetting. You could’ve been together since the beginning but you were too afraid.

“Since we met.” He looks down when your eyes widen in shock. “I was just scared you didn’t feel the same or that you’d never talk to me if I told ya.” You were both such idiots.

“Oh samu, I feel the same.”

“You do?” He grins

“Of course I do, I was just afraid of the same thing.” He picks you up onto the counter and swings your legs over to the other side so he could stand between them. You lean in for another kiss, this one much deeper and passionate than the last. His hands slip to your waist, sneakily snaking his fingers under your shirt.

You break once again but keep you forehead rested on his. “Soooo if I wanted to skip the date and ask to be your boyfriend ya wouldn’t run for the hills?” You laugh making Osamu smile.

“I wouldn’t, but I still want the date.” You tease and hug him close, resting your head on his chest.

“Anything for you pretty lady.”

[keisgirl]

lowk really bad so no title

tsukishima kei x reader, angst

you already knew how this would end.

you told yourself from the start that loving tsukishima kei was dangerous, like standing at the edge of a cliff, toes curled over the sharp drop.

but you stepped forward anyway, convinced that maybe, just maybe, you could learn how to fly before you hit the ground.

and now, the ground is closer than ever.

because every glance, every quiet laugh, every moment of his undivided attention feels like a rope tying you to him, tighter and tighter.

but ropes fray, don’t they? and sooner or later, the weight of your feelings will be too much for him to hold.

and when that happens, what will be left of you?

“he likes talking to you, you know,” yamaguchi says one day, his voice soft but the words cutting deep.

you freeze mid-step, your heart skipping a beat. “kei said that?”

“yeah,” yamaguchi says, smiling like he’s just delivered the best news of your life. “he said you’re easy to talk to, that you’re different.”

your chest tightens, hope clawing its way out of the dark corner where you’ve kept it locked away.

but yamaguchi’s smile fades, and you know the worst part is coming.

“he also said he’s not sure if he’s looking for anything right now,” he adds, his tone cautious.

the words hit harder than you expected, knocking the breath from your lungs. you manage a weak smile, nodding like it doesn’t matter. “oh. that’s...yeah, that’s fine.”

but it’s not fine.

it’s anything but fine.

you try to convince yourself that nothing’s changed. that yamaguchi’s words don’t mean anything.

but you notice everything now—the way tsukishima’s gaze lingers on you sometimes, but never for too long.

the way he sits a little closer than necessary, but not close enough for it to mean anything.

and the way he says your name, like it’s a melody he can’t get out of his head, but one he’s too afraid to sing out loud.

it’s maddening, this constant push and pull, this fragile line between friendship and something more.

and it leaves you wondering: am i crazy for thinking there’s something here? or am i crazy for holding on to the idea of it?

one day, you overhear him talking to yamaguchi in the hallway.

“she’s been texting me a lot,” tsukishima says, his voice as flat as ever.

“do you like her?” yamaguchi asks, his tone hesitant.

tsukishima pauses, and for a moment, you swear the world holds its breath.

“i don’t know,” he says finally. “i don’t think i’m looking for anything right now.”

you turn away before you can hear more, your chest burning with the weight of unspoken words.

what am i supposed to do with this?

you start pulling away after that.

not all at once—because that would be too obvious, and you can’t bear the thought of him knowing how much you’re hurting.

instead, it’s little by little. fewer texts. shorter conversations. more space.

and if tsukishima notices, he doesn’t say anything.

at least, not at first.

“are you avoiding me?” he asks one day, his voice sharp and cutting straight to the point.

“no,” you lie, forcing yourself to meet his gaze.

he narrows his eyes, clearly unconvinced. “then what’s your problem?”

“i don’t have a problem,” you say, your voice wavering.

“you do,” he counters, stepping closer. “just tell me.”

you swallow hard, the words caught in your throat. you want to scream, to tell him everything, to make him understand how much this hurts.

but you can’t. because what good would it do?

“it’s nothing,” you whisper, your voice breaking.

“it’s not nothing,” he snaps, his frustration bleeding through. “you’ve been different. what changed?”

“you said you’re not looking for anything,” you blurt out before you can stop yourself. “so what’s the point?”

his eyes widen, just for a moment, before his expression hardens. “what’s the point of what?”

“of this!” you say, your voice rising. “of me sticking around, pretending like i’m okay with just being friends when i’m not!”

the words hang in the air, heavy and suffocating.

“i never asked you to feel that way,” he says finally, his voice cold.

and just like that, the fragile thread holding you together snaps.

“you’re right,” you say, your voice trembling. “you didn’t. so maybe it’s better if i stop.”

his expression flickers—shock, confusion, something you can’t quite name—but he doesn’t stop you as you turn and walk away.

and maybe that’s what hurts the most.

the days that follow are quiet, too quiet.

you still see him in class, but the space between you feels insurmountable now, like an invisible wall you can’t break through.

you wonder if he misses you, even just a little.

but then you remember the way he said, “i’m not looking for anything,” and you know the answer.

one night, you get a text from him.

kei; we need to talk.

your hands shake as you stare at the screen, a mix of hope and dread twisting in your chest.

but when you meet him, he doesn’t say the words you desperately want to hear.

“i don’t want to lose you as a friend,” he says instead, his voice quieter than usual.

and you realize, with a sinking feeling, that this is his version of letting you down easy.

“yeah,” you say, forcing a smile that doesn’t even come close to reaching your eyes. “me neither.”

but it’s a lie. because being his friend will never be enough.

when you go home that night, you collapse onto your bed, tears streaming down your face as the weight of it all crashes over you.

you wonder how long it’ll take for this pain to fade, or if it ever will.

and as you stare at the ceiling, your chest aching with the force of unspoken love, you whisper into the empty room:

“i don’t want to get too attached.”

but it’s too late.

you already have.

[autisticakaashitruther]

but not you!!!! you a homsoexual

[leafyolive]

spending the day with osamu