#and how i used to find tsukki so annoying and now hes one of my faves

[94badbye]

just found out that yesterday it was the miya twins' birthday well happy birthday osamu i wish you only the greatest things the world has to offer!!

and congratulations to atsumu or whatever

[tsxkkis]

# tsukishima kei - blue ink

a/n = a really short one i thought about while in the car, and i think like it is just such a tsukki thing to do. also two fics in one day what??? i'm really bored as you can see.

summary = tsukishima can't help but find your forgetfulness annoying.

warnings = one swear word. that's it.

"ugh, i forgot my pen again."

tsukishima rolled his eyes as he opened his english textbook, the teacher starting to read the attendance as per usual. he felt as if he heard that sentence for the millionth time already. it seemed like you always forgot the most crucial things needed for school, and it really fucking annoyed him.

he didn't even have to turn towards you to notice that one of your friends already gave you a pen to use, but he still couldn't help but be annoyed by hearing this at the beginning of every single class. how could someone be so forgetful, about the most basic things too? the blonde boy didn't understand it at all.

he adjusted his glasses, a scoff escaping his lips at his thoughts.

as you sat down in class the next morning, pulling your stuff out of your bag, you noticed tsukishima walking beside your desk, not bothering to even look your way as he put down a new pack of pens in front of you.

"now you won't have to whine about having nothing to write with every morning, tch." he mumbled, as he sat down, glancing at you for a second before pulling his chair closer to the desk in front of him.

you looked at him quite surprised, your eyes traveling from the pens in front of you to his tall figure seated in the row next to the window.

"thanks, tsukki." you smiled at him as you opened the packaging, taking one of the pens and putting the rest in your bag. "i'll make sure not to lose them!"

"whatever, idiot."

tsukishima rolled his eyes at your remark, but there was something noticeable that was different from the way he acted on a normal day. maybe it was the fact that he didn't tell you not to use that nickname on him. maybe it was the fact that he made sure to get you pens with blue ink, because he always heard how you complained when someone would lend you a one with black ink.

or maybe it was the fact that when he turned to look outside the window, there was a faint image of what was probably a smile on his face.

taglist: @ox1-lovesick @moonswolfie @wyrcan

[heartsoji]

Hello. If Requests Are Open I Have One. Tsukishima, Suna And Kenma With A Reader Who Is Kinda On The Thicker Side (Thick, Not Chubby) So She Gets Sexualized And Catcalled A Lot

HQ BOYS WITH A CURVY S/O

a/n: yes! thank u sm for submitting a request ☺︎

warnings: swearing, guys (not the hq guys) way overstepping and making reader feel uncomfortable, fem reader

tsukishima, suna, and kenma x reader

TSUKISHIMA KEI

when something happens to you, he shows his protection subtly, but he really really cares about you

would attack the weirdos and people jealous of your body

he wouldn't be the "don't worry babe, i can fight" kind of attacking guy, but the "beat them up mentally until their spirit is broken" kind of attacking guy

you were doing your work diligently at your desk when suddenly, one of your male classmates stopped at your desk.

"goddamn, girl. being serious is great and all, but would it kill you to show a pained expression every now and then?" he rested his hand on your desk, covering part of your paper.

"pardon?" you asked, not quite comprehending.

"i mean," he smirked, "can't imagine what you'd be like under me if you're so serious all the time. have you ever even felt pain?" he paused. "i can show you great pain and pleasure, babe. just gotta say the word."

you froze, speechless. how were you supposed to respond to that? whilst you were trying to come up with a response, you saw kei getting up out of the corner of your eye.

"well, cutie?" your classmate grinned widely before sliding a finger down your back, making you cringe in disgust silently. "how about it?"

"i-"

"don't you have anything better to do?"

"huh?" the guy turned around to see kei towering over him, a nasty glare in his eyes.

"i said, 'don't you have anything better to do?' are you deaf, or just stupid?" kei asked, an annoyed expression present on his features.

"what the hell are you talking about? you're just a cocky brat, aren't ya?" the guy snarled. "man, i hate people like you. so much confidence with nothing to show for it."

kei paused. "i apologize. i was unaware that you hated yourself that much. things will get better, i promise." he mocked, patting the guys back, causing an angry vein to bulge out of the guy's forehead.

"haha, very funny." the guy muttered. "bitchy beanpole brat."

"alliteration! very good!" kei applauded with a smile before sending him a death glare that could freeze lava. "but seriously, are you such a loser that your ego won't allow a hit?" he then leaned into his ear. "she. isn't. interested. scram. you're just making a fool of yourself at this point."

the guy looked around and noticed everyone staring and whispering, clearly judging him for his creepy ways. he angrily stormed out of the classroom, with kei calling out a, "nice talk! let's do it again sometime," on his way out.

once the guy was fully out of the classroom, kei grabbed a chair and put it next to yours at your desk, plopping down his work as well.

"thanks, kei." you whispered a bit shakily.

he simply gave your hand a reassuring squeeze in response. "let me know if that loser gives you anymore trouble, ok?" he whispered back. "i'll beat him to a pulp." he followed up, a terrifyingly murderous intent in his eyes.

he then gave a smile, though it was still terrifyingly murderous-looking. "verbally, i mean."

SUNA RINTARO

another guy with a tongue that could slice boulders

hes not quite as mean tho, instead choosing to go with the more "protect my girl" stance rather than tsukkis "belittle them and make them feel like tiny little idiots who have no worth" stance

he'd try to embarrass the hell out of them

he's good at manipulating people, after all. he finds their weaknesses in an instant and uses it to his ultimate advantage

and also

he loves your curves

so

much

he'd definitely come over and like place his hand on your hip or ass or smth to mark his territory

bro hes the only one who gets to say how much he likes your ass?? um who tf is this other dude

he'd probs also try and cause a scene or incorporate humor to make you feel better

you were scared

a guy from the inarizaki cheering section had been staring at you ever since you entered

though you weren't absolutely positive, you felt like you could feel his eyes scanning your curves, and it made you feel like curling away in disgust

you'd lessened your cheering ever since you realized that the screaming made your tits bounce, and his eyes were practically burning a hole through them

once the game was over, you quickly dashed off from the stands to meet rin at the bottom, but the same guy met you down there

"so, hey, i was just thinking that you're like, really hot and have a great body, you know? and not to brag but i kinda have girls drooling on my abs left and right. if we got together, we'd be the ultimate power couple! whaddaya say, doll, hm?"

you scanned the room, looking for rin, but unfortunately, the coach was giving a talk, so rin wouldn't be able to come right away

"um, thank you for your offer, but i have a boyfriend." you politely declined.

he put his hand on your shoulder, and you could feel his thumb searching for your bra strap. you leaned away uncomfortably, but he gripped your shoulder and pulled you back.

"hey, now, its ok. don't think that i didn't see the way you were showing off these pretty assets of yours to me on the stands. you were practically shaking the things in my face! i can take a hint, you know. don't worry. i understand women. you were hinting at wanting to get with me, right? i get it! promise i won't be mad if we start dating the minute you break up with whatever loser you're with right now, doll. i don't need to wait."

"i-"

"hey, bun."

you whipped around to see suna rintaro not-so-gently shoving the guy off your shoulder and wrapping his arm around you, placing his hand right at the curve of your hip, giving you butterflies.

he directed his attention to the guy hitting on you. "'sup."

the guy stuttered for a few moments before regaining his cockiness. "this your girl? sorry, man, but she was actually just hitting on me. she aint loyal enough, i guess."

"the hell?! no i wasn-"

"she definitely wasn't." rin interrupted. "she'd never be into a piece of garbage like you."

a vein popped out of the guy's forehead. he grabbed the collar of rin's shirt.

"say that again."

rin opened his mouth, and for a moment, you thought that rin was going to retaliate, but instead, a piercing shriek ran through the air.

a baby's wail? a crying girl? a dropped mic? no, it was 6"1 inarizaki high middle blocker suna rintaro.

every head in the area turned, and suddenly, at the negative attention, the guy ran off in humiliation, calling out some insult towards you like "you weren't even that hot, by the way" on his way out.

once he was gone, suna picked you up and ran to somewhere with a bit more privacy

once he had found a spot he had deemed private enough, he engulfed you in the biggest, tightest hug, burying his head in your neck

"'m sorry that happened, bun." he murmured into your neck. "and 'm sorry that i interrupted you earlier, and i'm sorry that i wasn't there sooner, and im sorry that i didn't punch that guy in his pathetic, ugly-ass face."

you hugged him back. "it's ok, rin." you squeezed tighter. "i'm just glad you came."

"anyways, at any rate, he had no right to look in your direction, nonetheless insult you!" you felt his fists tighten. "pisses me off."

"and also," he added before moving his hand downwards to squeeze your ass, "i'm the only one allowed to call your body hot. everyone else can just fuck off"

you giggled and sighed into his locks. "ok, rin."

KOZUME KENMA

he wouldn't be one for words

he'd just glare daggers into the other guys body and then drag you away

he liked to call it a tactical retreat

"hey, what grade are you in?"

you looked up from your phone to see a group of what seemed to be some middle school boys circling around you, with what seemed to be their leader approaching you.

"pardon?" you were a bit taken aback. what was even going on?

"shy. cute, i'm into that." the boy smirked. "class 3-2, izumitate junior high soccer team captain, sato emiko."

you froze. junior high? you were being hit on by junior high boys?

you really tried not to, but suddenly, you burst out laughing. "sorry, sorry, but, well, junior high? i'm a 2nd year in highschool!"

you expected him to back down after that, but to your surprise, he kept going. "an older girl, huh.. well, it doesn't bother me if it doesn't bother you. and if im being honest, i don't see why it would." he grinned cockily. "i am a catch, after all."

"sorry, i'm not interested." you declined, trying not to break his junior high heart.

to your surprise, he smirked and started approaching you. how cocky was this kid, anyways?

suddenly, he grabbed a handful of your thigh, though he was quickly met with a slap from you.

"come on," he said, walking towards you. "i know you want me."

but before he could reach for a handful of tit, he was interrupted by kenma shoving his way through the crowd.

he gently took your hand and smiled softly at you before glaring daggers at the boy and walking away.

"h-hey!" the boy stuttered, clearly a bit flustered. "you can't just walk away! who do you think you are?"

kenma turned his head to give another death glare that definitely sent chills down that kid's spine. yeah, the boy would definitely see that in his next nightmare.

once you two were out of earshot, kenma turned to you. "hey, you ok?"

you smiled warmly. "yeah. thanks for getting me, ken."

he turned away. "they were just a bunch of cocky middle schoolers. honestly, where do they get the nerve?"

the rest of the way home, kenma added in abrupt complaints about what had happened throughout the conversation. though he didn't say it, you knew that he was actually kind of scared to grab you out of there, despite the fact that the boys were "puny" and "weak," as kenma had described. you knew that though he wouldn't say, he was worried about you and was caring for you, in his own, unique, kenma way.

[hinatastinygiant]

12 | Alan Grant

Pairing: Daichi x Fem!Reader

Only in Whispers

TSUKISHIMA'S P.O.V.

Great. Just great. Of course, I get stuck with the two love birds. This sucks.

"I can find my friend on my own," I tell him. However, unfortunately for me, they insist on tagging along.

"Trust me, there's no other groups for us to go to. Not unless we want to get berated by the others or ignored by 'Tsumu," Osamu sighs. "I'm sure we can get along for a little while, Tsukishima."

"What about Ushijima? Couldn't you have gone with him?" I ask him.

"You know how he is. He probably wants to go off on his own. Plus, he was with Oikawa. You know how he is. He'll start drama," Osamu continues.

"But you caused the drama..." I grumble. They don't answer. "Whatever. If you want to stick along then follow me. I'm going to Yamaguchi's room."

"Okay, we'll follow you," Sakusa says, nodding.

"So, Tsukki, how long have you known Yams?" Osamu asks as we walk down the hallway.

"A little too long," I mumble.

"Why are you friends with him?"

"I don't know. Why the hell do you care?" I reply, annoyed. "If I had to guess, it would probably be because we have more in common than we don't. But what do I know?"

"You don't need to be so standoffish, Tsukki," Osamu tells me. "We're just trying to make conversation with you."

"Then make conversation with your boyfriend," I shrug. "I already said it before. I just want to find my friend."

After that, they stop talking to me. Finally. But, I can hear them talking about their Atsumu situation. You know what, good for Atsumu hitting him square in the face. I would have done the same thing.

The three of us are silent all the way back to Yamaguchi's room. When we arrive, I don't bother knocking. Instead, I walk right inside. That's when my whole body freezes and my jaw drops.

"T-Tsukki," Yamaguchi greets me with a nervous smile, looking up from his desk. I don't reply. I'm too busy staring at what's on his desk. It's littered with white powder and different colored pills. He looks pale. "W-What's wrong?"

Suddenly, Hinata begins stuffing the pills into a large plastic bag and stuffing it under Yamaguchi's pillow. Kageyama, on the other hand, just stands up and stares the three of us down.

"What's going on in here?" I ask no one in particular. I'm too confused to be particular.

"It's not what it looks like!" Hinata cries, jumping up and down. "I swear it isn't! We, uh, broke a bottle of protein powder and-"

"That's not protein powder," Osamu interrupts, not buying the worst lie ever.

"Looks like cocaine," Sakusa nods in agreement. "And a lot of other shit, too."

"Obviously it's exactly what it looks like," Kageyama retorts, rolling his eyes. "They've caught us red-handed."

"Is it yours?" I ask Hinata as I eye the white still on Yamaguchi's nose before he wipes it off with his sleeve.

"Yeah, it's mine," Hinata nods.

"What are you doing with that kind of stuff? Are you selling it?" I demand, glaring at him.

"No! I'm using it!" Yamaguchi quickly explains.

"Why? All three of you seem perfectly healthy," I point out. "Don't tell me you're addicted."

"It's not a big deal," Kageyama says, crossing his arms. "It helps us cope with life. And if you say anything, we'll make sure you won't get away with murder."

"Yeah, but I didn't-" I begin before I realize what they're saying. I stare at them. I can't believe this. "Tadashi..."

"I-I'm sorry! I just couldn't get the creative juices flowing otherwise! A-and now I'm hooked on it!" he whines.

"You idiot! You could lose your job over this?! You think schools want to hire a piano teacher who's addicted to cocaine and whatever the fuck else is there?!" I shout at him.

"I'm sorry! I've been buying from Hinata and Kageyama who get it from their teammates!" Yamaguchi tells me. I don't know why, though. It won't make me feel any better.

"How cliche," Sakusa shakes his head.

"I'm going to tell Daichi about this," I mutter as I reach over to him and grab his arm. "I can't believe you did this, Tadashi."

"No, don't! Please!"

"Sakusa, Osamu, I guess it is a good thing you're both here. Tell the others to meet us in the main room. If they don't go quickly, we might have a second murder on our hands," I grumble before tugging my friend out of the room.

"I don't want to go back to the main room," Yamaguchi says as we walk.

"Well, it's your own fault, Tadashi. You brought this upon yourself," I respond coldly.

"I'm sorry, Tsukki," he mumbles.

"Why? Why are you doing this?" I ask him. "And don't tell me it's to help you play the piano better. That's bullshit."

"I don't know," he sighs. "I just am."

"This is so unlike you. You're ruining your life. And for what? A new song? Do you need to be reminded of our friend who was just murdered?" I continue.

"No, I'm aware of it, Tsukki. I'm not stupid."

"Oh yeah? Well, you sure are acting like you are."

"Look, I was really freaked out about the whole Kiyoko thing. I admit I am addicted on the stuff, but I also really just wanted to forget that all of this was happening. I mean... she's really dead..."

"So you decided to get high off your ass instead? Great coping mechanism," I snap.

"I know you're upset, but please don't say anything," he tells me.

"I'm sorry," I sigh, stopping and turning to face him for a brief moment. "But it's too late. You need to be scared straight. Maybe then you'll get some help. I mean, if you ever want to get your life back on track..."

Only in Whispers

[rae-is-typing]

Being Asahi’s Crush Part Four: On the DL

Description: the team finds out. part four of four. Part one is here! Part two is here! Part three is here!

Characters: you, karasuno vbc, nekoma

Warnings: sexual harassment, kuroo’s haircut

Word Count: 1.3k

You wanted to keep the fact that the two of you were talking on the down low

Especially because you know what suga was up to

He was not as slick as he thought he was

But you still appreciated it

It wasn’t hard to keep up the act especially cause bb boy is so easily flustered

Whenever you were brought up in conversation, he blushed profusely

Like redder than pantone 18-1664 red 

That’s very red

Daichi wanted to take him to the hospital again

But can you blame the ace?

He still vividly remembered your lips on his cheek and wondered what they would feel like on his own lips

It made him so so embarrassed and it was adorable

But you are a queen that believes in boundaries and consent so you always ask if hes okay with certain things 

You want to go at his pace cause you have a sneaking suspicion that this is first time almost being in a relationship

Yet suga has not caught on yet

But kiyoko did 

What a goddess i love her so much

No one but coach, takeda, yachi, and her have your phone number

So when she sees asahi in your contact list one day when her phone died and she asked to borrow it she was like 👀 okay i see you girl

But she kept her mouth shut cause thats not her business

And she sees how happy asahi has been after the seijoh practice match and she just wants her boys to be happy 

You explained your happiness as joy from getting that stupid brace off

Suga fussed over you a bit, asking over and over again if oikawa made it worse

It was sweet then kinda annoying but you let him do it cause he has to mom someone 

The first years missed the attention just a bit lmao

Not tsukki he thanked god he was left alone

Salty bb boy let us love you

ANYWAYS

Back to kiyoko

You and her made a bet once you knew that she knew

How long would it take for the team to catch on?

She said a month

You said two weeks

It was much much longer than that lmaooooo

They are fucking clueless

So clueless

Like cher horowitz has nothing on this murder of crows

Fun fact that movie is older than me

You even contemplated walking up to asahi in the middle of practice and kissing him

But you knew that’d make him so uncomfortable so of course you didn’t

So it was a good two and a half months after the seijoh match and it was time for summer training camp

Im not quite sure about the timeline here, so pls just go with it thanks 

So 

Here you are being all gorgeous

stop arguing w me youre fucking beautiful

Trying not to melt like the wicked witch of the west in the heat

You and asahi decided to make it official

And you were so so so happy

But you still wanted to keep it on the down low cause it was just… easier

But you did have a chat before summer training camp about what he wanted you to do when you got hit on

Let's be honest my love its gonna happen

You're amazing and these boys WISH they had a chance w you

But the second you fell on your ass in front of him, you knew

You knew he was the man for you

Now he didn’t get jealous easily

But you were one to banter and laugh along with people you talk to 

And he knows a lot of the people attending the training camp interpret that as flirting, especially because asahi is acquainted with most of them

So he asked that keep it strictly platonic with firm and clear boundaries that won’t disrespect the budding relationship

You were all for it

And similarly, he asked about your boundaries 

And you basically said the same

Platonic, firm, clear boundaries

And honestly, with that anxiety out of the way, you were excited

Then you got off the bus

You and asahi sat together as always and you had fallen asleep holding hands

Again, it was incredible that no one had caught on yet

Not even suga!!!!

But he was busy so you just shrugged

Like it wasn’t a secret

But you weren’t shouting it on the rooftops

If someone asked, you would answer honestly

But the boys are dramatic and it could make them lose focus of their goals and that was the last thing you wanted for them

So you waited

BACK TO THE PROGRAM OMG

Sorry i go on tangents lololol

As i was saying, you got off the bus and you were greeted by nekoma 

Kuroo, more specifically 

He smirked down at you as you stretched. “I definitely haven’t met you before. I wouldn’t forget such a pretty face.”

You kept a straight face and noticed Asahi tense a bit behind you. “We definitely haven’t met. I wouldn’t forget such a tragic haircut.”

The boys snicker behind you

Even some of nekoma laugh

Kuroo guffawed while you walked passed him paying him no mind

Asahi doesn't know if he should apologize or laugh

But this sets the tone for the rest of camp

You always shut down all flirting attempts with grace and cheek

But then some douche from a random school does not take no for an answer 

Hes all 

“Cmon girl, i can show you a real good time…”

“Let me smack that ass like a volleyball.”

Other gross comments that men make towards a clearly uninterested party minding their own fucking business

Thats when you snap

Cause people like douche nozzle over here dont see women and femme presenting folks as people, they see us as prizes

It is an unfortunate reality 

“I have a boyfriend.” Is what you have been saying on repeat

But hes all 

“He ain’t here,” and “He doesn’t have to find out.”

But Asahi is there

And tall

And intimidating on the court

So when Karasuno is up against this fucker’s team, the gloves come off

Every single spike is aimed at him 

Karasuno wins

But this does not stop the clown

He has a audacity to ask for a kiss as consolation 

He leans in

Now the team is prepared to beat the shit out of this fucker 

Noya and Tanaka specifically

But Daichi is warming up too

But everyone is shocked at what happens next

before you break his nose, Asahi grabs this man by the back of his jersey and  d r a g s  him to his coach and says 

“Your player has been sexually harassing our manager. Fix him.” 

He tosses him down and returns to you

You smile and nod proudly as he hugs you and ask if you're okay

“I’m always okay when you’re here.”

Awww youre so cute it makes me sick

Anyways he's feeling a bit possessive so you peck each other on the lips

The team is flabbergasted

Never has asahi azumane been so bold 

Suga is a proud mom

Daichi is conflicted between shaming the pda and patting his buddy on the back

Hinata is :D cause his senpais are so cute together

Tsuki and Kags are over it 

Kiyoko is like “about time”

Yachi is blushing like mad cause pda 

Yams is too

Noya and tanaka are mourning their chances

Then noya slaps asahi on the back and is like “way to go, you snagged a hottie”

And asahi is now a blushing puddle

a far cry from the badass he was seconds ago

when they find out that you’ve been talking for almost nine weeks and made it official already everyone is like ???

How??? Did we??? Miss this??????????

They want all the juicy details but then coach is like “Get back to work >:(“ 

The rest of camp is people teasing asahi about how whipped he is and you being slightly more publicly affectionate 

Although we do keep boundaries in mind my friends

So all in all

Asahi is whipped

Operation gag needed very little outside influence cause you know what you want

Karasuno is a team of bamfs 

You are very happy you made the first move

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[8aji]

the ask game is such a cute idea! okay so

character: tsukki bc ik you love him

and random word: charging

prompt enemies to lovers! tsukishima kei x reader where you try to rile each other up for whatever reason you can find; today? the power outlet at the library.

send me a character and the randomest, first word you think of and ill write a prompt based on it! (i may write a lil blurb based on it as well!)

“What percentage is it at?”

“Low.”

Silence. Only the sound of aggressive typing, book pages being turned with such despair the fragile paper was under a constant threat of being ripped, and muffled groans of pain, filled the library—It was exam week after all—but other than that, nothing. You didn’t know if you wanted to scream at his seemingly condescending tone, though to be fair, you knew how he acted whenever you asked for anything, or existed too close to him, the mutual feelings of ugh for each other well known, so you asking to use the outlet was basically an act of self-sabotage.

“It’s about to die, Can I, please, use the outlet?”

“No,” he sighed, shaking his head, pretend to be bother by your presence but secretly enjoying it. “I’m charging my phone”

Silence, again, and this time you could clearly see the SLIVER of a smirk graze his stupidly hydrated lips, and despite his glasses blocking your view of his eyes, you’re sure they were shaped like slight crescent moons, shimmering all pretty, just like they do every time you have an unpleasant encounter and he manages to get the upper hand. Infuriating, You’re sure he’s doing it on purpose, holding the outlet hostage so you had to beg for it, but you wouldn’t falter, you’ll never falter around Tsukishima Kei. 

And now, you aren’t nosy per se, curious? Maybe curious, but definitely not nosy. Curious and incredibly smart, very ingenious if you may, which meant you didn’t hesitate side-eying his phone screen the when a flurry of messages lit up his phone. What you saw almost made you gasp.

“Its fully charged”

“Huh, I didn’t realise.”

And yet he didn’t unplug his stupid charger, he just continued writing away on his laptop, likely trying to reduce the words on his stupid essay because he’s stupid and always writes way past the maximum word count, and you know this because…?

“Can’t you just unplug it?”

“Just use another one.” He sighed, letting his head rest against the back of his chair. He was getting annoyed, at you nonetheless; good.

“Can’t, all of them are occupied”

“That’s impossible—”

“Its exams week,” you pressed, “everyone’s basically camping out at the library.”

“Then ask someone else?”

Twirling the thought in your head, sliding it side to side like a marble, you could hear it clink against your skull. Suppressing the Cheshire smile threatening to split your lips, you let out an overtly exaggerated sigh, slumping your shoulders forward just a bit, enough for him to notice.

“Okay.”

He had to do a double take, watching as your very pretty hands rolled up your charger.

“What?”

“Yeah if you wont give it up, I’ll ask someone else.” You brushed him off, taking your time putting your laptop and books back into your bag, those that you had prematurely taken out when you thought he’d give up his place easily.

“Wait!” He exclaimed. He almost knocked down his water bottle with how fast he stood up, making you jump in surprise. The noise only made him want to curl up into himself as the other students started shushing him; he hadn’t realised he spoke that loudly. He cleared his throat, feeling warmth creep up his neck and cheeks, he tried to play it off by adjusting his now crooked glasses. “I mean, yeah, you can have it,” he couldn’t help but look to the side as your eyes met, he couldn’t hide behind the lenses anymore. “I was going anyway, I don’t care.”

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[volleychumps]

« Accidentally Lashing Out at Their S/O

genre: angst to fluff

format: scenarios

- includes: Akaashi and Sakusa 

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Akaashi Keiji

“Keiji, please come to bed soon.” 

“Working.” 

The snipped reply had the beginnings of a swirl of anger within your stomach, causing you to puff out some hair in your eyes in slight annoyance. This had been a week long occurrence, and you feared Akaashi may faint from exhaustion from how heavy he took on his workloads every night. 

“Y/N, please sleep. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Akaashi attempted to soften his tone, but an edge still remained that highlighted his irritability. You gnawed on your lower lip momentarily before taking a seat on the couch not too far away, reaching for your book. 

“Y/N-” 

“When you sleep, I’ll sleep.” 

“Are you a child?” 

You scoff through your nose, feeling an argument on the tip of your tongue depending on how you responded.

“I just care about you, you haven’t slept before three in the morning in days, my love-” 

“Have you ever considered that maybe you being too overbearing is adding to my stress?” Akaashi’s voice raised the slightest in volume, making your chest sink at the rare circumstance you found yourself in. It was as if all the stress bubbling up in his stomach was beginning to simmer over. 

“Maybe if you stopped and thought for a moment you would realize-” 

You snapped your book shut. Akaashi’s pen stopped bleeding angrily onto the document as a silence of realization flooded the room. 

“Good idea. Maybe I should think more, because right now, I’m realizing how much of a prick you’ve been to me when I’ve been nothing but patient.” 

“Y/N-” 

“I change my mind, don’t come to bed. Work yourself to the point until you pass out in that desk of yours.” Your tone didn’t waver, and you tried your best to appear unbothered-

but Akaashi heard it. Your voice crack.

You rushed out of the room before the blue-eyed boy could even rise from his desk, guilty apology in his throat. He sighed, following you into your shared bedroom as you continued your novel from within the sheets, seemingly unfazed save for your watery eyes. 

“Love, please look at me.” He sat carefully on the edge of the bed as you turn another page in disinterest. 

“Keiji, you know it hurts me when you aren’t healthy right? What if you get sick?” Your eyes didn’t look up from the ink on paper you weren’t paying attention to, but a tear slipped your eye. The defeated tone in your wavering words made Akaashi’s chest tighten even more. 

“I know. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Let me sleep with you tonight?” 

The novel now laid forgotten on your lap as you allow him to move closer to you, cupping your cheek carefully before pressing his forehead against yours. “I’m sorry for raising my voice. I’ll be better. You’re right, I’m way too exhausted-” 

“Then let’s get you out of work clothes-” You unloosen his tie, using it to pull him into you to which he responds immediately. His breath fans your lips, blue eyes gazing into yours tiredly and lovingly before you kiss him quickly. “And into bed.” 

He laughs once, soft smile gracing his handsome features before kissing your lips a second time. 

“There’s nothing I’d like more, my love.” 

Sakusa Kiyoomi

 “Go talk to him. It doesn’t matter to me.” 

“Kiyoomi, please-” You followed your tall boyfriend with exasperation on your features, making sure not to trip on your dress. 

“Did you forget who you came here with, Y/N?” Sakusa’s tone was coldly amused as your cheeks flood with heat with people beginning to stare. 

“Let’s talk in private.” 

Sakusa knew he should’ve listened. The rational part of him knew that he should’ve scanned the situation better, but that rational part was drowned out by the image of a flirty Atsumu talking you up near the open bar. 

“Why? You don’t want everyone to know that my girlfriend was flirting with my teammate at Hinata’s sponsor’s event?” He scoffed, but Sakusa’s lips soon find themselves sealed tight at the sight of the tears welling up in your eyes. 

You angrily wipe at them before trying to control your emotions. “You left me alone at a party where I hardly know anyone. You went to go talk to connections or whatever, making me feel like I was nothing but an accessory for you to bring. So excuse me if I found solace in a friend because my boyfriend abandoned me at a social event.” 

Sakusa’s dark eyes widened a fraction before you brush past him, bumping him in the shoulder with your own to dash down the hallway as far as your heels would allow. 

“Atsumu just wanted to make her feel comfortable.” Bokuto approaches his teammate, feeling guilty for having shown up a little late. “We were all going to hang around Y/N because this was her first event as your girlfriend.” 

“And you shouldn’t have left her alone.” Atsumu mumbled, barely audible for the party guests who were beginning to lose interest in the sparked drama. Sakusa’s jaw clenched before he winced, remembering your hurt expression before sighing and turning on his heel. He would deal with the annoying blonde later. 

He walked the same hallway you had ran down, feeling an unfamiliar emotion of guilt eat at his stomach. Was it because you were the first girl he opened his heart to? Was he really blinded by the anger of potentially losing you to someone who could make you laugh as easily as Atsumu did? 

Sakusa stalled at the sight of your heels laying by the balcony doors. He pushed them easily, heels in hand, before finding you nursing the soles of your feet in your dramatic escapade. 

The two of you stayed silent for awhile, the dark haired spiker kneeling down to your seated height before carefully picking up one of your sore feet. 

“Kiyoomi, it’s not clean-” 

“You’re hurt.” Was his curt reply before gently massaging it. You stare at your dark eyed boyfriend before your eyes begin to well up with tears again. 

“I’m sorry-” 

“No.” He cut you off, beginning to slip your shoe back on. “You did nothing wrong. I...I don’t know how to do this. Not with someone I love. I’m sorry if I made you feel as if you were nothing but a pretty accessory on my arm.”

“Kiyoomi...” 

“Although you are pretty-” He pulls down his mask and kisses your shin, causing heat to flood your cheeks. “You are so much more than that. I know I don’t say it often, but I hate seeing you cry. Especially if it’s by me. So teach me to love you properly, because I want to know how.” 

Your smile was so gorgeous in the moonlight, Sakusa cleared his throat before blushing underneath his mask, busying himself with the straps of your heels. 

“I love you, Kiyoomi.” 

And then he couldn’t help himself, tugging his mask down a second time to capture your lips with his own, closing his eyes. 

“You make my head spin, Y/N.” He whispers, causing you to shiver as his cold fingers touch the side of your neck. 

“But I think I like it.” 

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Hey guys! I changed up the characters and I’m only writing for two because I’m easing back into writing normally. I’ve been on a break for awhile because there’s been some personal issues going on at home and in school. Thank you for reading regardless:)

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[kyuuppi]

“You lie to your best friend/crush that you have an OnlyFans just to see their reaction”

Ft. Sugawara; Nishinoya; Tsukishima; Oikawa; Kenma

Pt. 2

A/N: My bias is so obvious here LOL

KARASUNO

↳ Sugawara

➣  You are over at his house, the two of you idly watching a sitcom while browsing your phones and chatting in between; it’s comfortable, as times with Sugawara usually are.

➣  Every time Suga leans in to show you a funny meme on his phone or throws his head back in laughter at a joke from the show, you find your heart skipping a beat.

➣  He is beautiful, basically an angel in your eyes, but he is also your best friend and you don’t think he has any interest in you like that. Not in the way you do. 

➣  That’s how you get the idea to test his feelings. 

➣  Being the troublemaker you are (how else would you and Suga get along so well?) you decide to shake things up by casually mentioning you’re interested in starting an OnlyFans and asking if he thinks its a good idea. 

➣  You expect either of two reactions: either he’ll be as supportive as usual, possibly advising you to be cautious with strangers online like the mother hen he is, proving he only sees you as a friend—or he’ll tell you not to, possible evidence that likes you.

➣  The response you receive is not quite what you were expecting...

➣  Once the words leave your lips his head immediately whips around in your direction, light brown eyes looking at you with a serious expression on his face, something you’d never really seen before. It makes you uncomfortable and you begin to regret all of your life decisions.

➣  Suddenly though, he is leaning into you, his arms coming up to trap you against the couch as you try to back away. Your eyes are as wide as saucers and face completely flushed as he continues to stare you down before speaking.

➣  “Even though I’m your best friend, I’m still a man, you know. You’re being awfully cruel right now.”

➣ You audibly gulp, suddenly feeling light-headed but he keeps speaking, close enough that you can feel his hot breath fan across your cheeks.

➣ “Asking me to watch the person I like show off in front of thousands of other men? Even I have my limits.”

➣ And that marks the day of you and Sugawara’s first kiss. ♡

↳ Nishinoya

➣  Your best friend, Nishinoya Yuu, is notoriously unabashed with his affections. 

➣ The two of you have an interesting relationship—Noya has no qualms with expressing how pretty he thinks you are, borderline flirting with you at times, and you frequently return the favor. 

➣  But you don’t take any of it seriously, of course, regardless of how much you secretly wish it were real. Everyone at Karasuno knows about Noya’s undying dedication to the volleyball club manager, Shimizu Kiyoko, and he confesses his love to her at least twice a day. 

➣ Unbeknownst to you those professions became less and less frequent after he met you and now most of Karasuno thinks the two of you are basically dating

➣ The two of you are at the mall, a frequent hang out place where Noya can look at volleyball gear and you can browse manga at the bookstore, when you get the idea to prank your friend.

➣ “Hey, Noya? I’ve been thinking about finding a way to make more money but I don’t have time for a part-time job so I decided to make an OnlyFans—I already have a few subscribers.”

➣ Nishinoya nearly trips and falls flat on his face. You would have laughed if it weren’t for how he immediately grabs at your shoulders, staring at you with a mix of anger and fear. 

➣ “Absolutely not! No one should be allowed to see your beautiful body like that but me!”

➣ You immediately fluster at his loud declaration, acutely aware of how other customers in the mall are giving the two of your strange looks as they walk by. 

➣ “B-but Noya, we aren’t even dating—”

➣ “Then let’s start dating!” 

➣ And what are you gonna do? Say no?

↳ Tsukishima

➣ Being friends with Tsukishima could be frustrating at times—a sentiment you and Yamaguchi frequently discuss when the blond isn’t around. 

➣ Tsukishima likes to think most things are beneath him and he’s too cool to find enjoyment in activities most other friends enjoy, ranging from mini golf to video games. The man seems content to waste his life away studying and listening to music if it weren’t for you and Yamaguchi forcing him out of his room. 

➣ Naturally, something like a prank war would be something Tsukishima would want no part of—not that that has ever stopped you. 

➣ Usually, your pranks are failures. Either Tsukishima easily figures out what you’re doing before it can happen or he doesn’t give you the satisfaction of a reaction, chastising you for wasting your time pulling pranks when you have a failing grade in mathematics you’ll later beg him to help you study for.

➣ He still helps you though, he’s whipped

➣ Your newest prank however, you feel exceptionally confident in. Not only is it simple to pull off, only relying on your acting kills, but it also might answer your curiosity on whether you have a chance in getting your dearest Tsukki to see you as more than just a friend.

➣ The day you decide to do it the three of you are hanging out in Tsukishima’s bedroom as usual, you working on the math homework Tsukishima forced you to study while he reads a book and Yamaguchi sits in the corner reading a book.

➣ You had already discussed your plans with Yama beforehand, to which his expression looked suspiciously devious, like he knew something you didn’t know, as he proclaimed his support. 

➣ You hear Tsukishima turning a page and decide to speak up. 

➣ “Hey, Tsukki, have you heard of OnlyFans?”

➣ You hold back a snicker as you see Tsukishima visibly tense, his eyes widening behind his glasses for a moment before he relaxes. From the corner of your eyes you can see Yamaguchi smirking behind his comic, watching the blond closely. 

➣ “...yeah, I’ve heard of it,” Tsukishima simply replies. 

➣ “I’ve been thinking about making more money but I don’t have time for a part-time job so my friend suggested it. She said I could make over ten thousand yen a month.”

➣ “I think only the really attractive ones make that much.”

➣ You gasp, thoroughly offended, and Yamaguchi looks mildly annoyed by his friend’s response, already opening his mouth to chastise him for being so mean—but before he can say anything, Tsukishima is speaking again, still looking down at the book in his lap. 

➣ “Don’t do it though.” 

➣ “Why not?” You pout, refusing to look up at him when you speak. 

➣ “...I don’t want the person I like to do those types of things.” 

➣ You nearly choke on your own saliva, head darting up to stare at him in disbelief. Yamaguchi, for some reason, only smiles softly, looking unsurprised by the admission. 

➣ “W-what? You...like me?”

➣ “Oi, shouldn’t you be studying? One more F and you’re gonna flunk out of the class, dummy.”

➣ You’re slightly disappointed by the change of subject but when you notice the soft pink on Tsukishima’s cheeks you can’t help but to smile the whole time you finish your homework.

AOBA JOUSAI

↳ Oikawa

➣ Oikawa is a busy guy.

➣ You were well aware of that before the two of you happened to be paired up for an assignment and got to know each other, eventually becoming close friends. 

➣ Between volleyball practices, tournaments, magazine interviews, and appeasing a passionate fan club, Oikawa rarely has time for himself, let alone another person. 

➣ Despite all of that, you could tell he always made sure to spend time with you, dedicating a few weekends a month to hanging out, just the two of you, and constantly texting you in the times the two of you couldn’t physically be together. 

➣ From an outsider’s perspective, it was almost like the two of you were dating. 

➣ But alas, you know the sad reality is that Oikawa is most certainly not your boyfriend and you have no idea if he has any interest in your like that…

➣ ...Which is why you decide to try to make him jealous one day to push him towards confessing his feelings, if they exist. 

➣ The two of you are at a café, sipping lattes and gossiping about other students when you bring it up. 

➣ “Y’know...I’ve been thinking of making an OnlyFans.”

➣ To your surprise, Oikawa’s eyes seem to light up, his lips curving into a smile of excitement. 

➣ “Wow, really? Maybe I should make one too!”

➣ Oikawa immediately pulls out his cell phone and the color drains from your face as you realize your plan has completely backfired. 

➣ “My fans are going to love this—hey do you think we can do a collab? The two of us in one pic would make us top creators for sure.”

➣ You can only nod numbly with a fake smile at Oikawa’s enthusiasm.

➣ Oh god, you’ve created a monster…

NEKOMA

↳ Kozume

➣ Unless you’re Kuroo, becoming friends with Kenma is a nearly impossible feat. Actually making him want to spend time with you alone, even more so. 

➣ But somehow, you managed to work your way into Kenma’s tightly knit social circle more like a two point line segment of him and Kuroo and your evenings after his volleyball practice are usually spent in one of your bedrooms, playing Splatoon and Animal Crossing until your Switches die or your parents force you to come home for dinner—whichever comes first. 

➣ You love spending time with Kenma, his quiet presence somehow making you feel comfortable—but over time those feelings of ease have shifted into something more akin to nervousness and excitement as you’ve come to develop a crush on the setter.

➣ Every moment with him, watching the small smiles tug at his lips when he wins a match or his cute, frustrated pout when he can’t figure out how to defeat a boss makes your heart flutter and it’s becoming more and more painful to idly sit by without expressing your feelings.

➣ A direct confession, especially to a boy with nearly 0 social skills, is scary, so you want to be sure your feelings are returned before you even attempt to share them. 

➣ Thus, you’ve decided to take Kuroo’s advice.

➣ “Push him into a corner. Kenma will only act when he thinks he has to.” 

➣ You take a deep breath to steel your nerves before you speak, eying him sneakily from behind your Switch. 

➣ “Gamer girls and boys are kind of trendy these days; I’m thinking about starting an OnlyFans to make money to buy more games.”

➣ The only visible response you receive is a slow blink as Kenma continues to play his game, fingers tapping furiously on the keys. 

➣ “Ah...I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

➣ “Why not?”

➣ There are a few moments of silence between you two, the room only filled with the SFX of your games as Kenma seems to finish his round. You recognize the victory music as Kenma pauses to finally raise his gaze to meet your own. 

➣ “It's your body so I can’t tell you what to do but...I would feel really jealous of all your subscribers.”

➣ And just like that, Kenma returns his attention to the video game, unpausing and starting a new match, blissfully unaware of you struggling to calm your racing heart and flushed cheeks. 

[toru-oikawas-milkbread]

Incorrect Haikyuu | Pt.6

Pairing: Haikyuu boys x f!reader

Word count: 1.1K

Notes: I haven’t done one of these in a really long time, but here we are! I hope that you guys enjoy this, I’m not sure if I’ll be doing any more in the future or not, but as of right now, I have this. 

And as always, the links for the other incorrect Haikyuu is in my preferences masterlist 💕

You: “I made a little marshmallow Suna. Look, his arms are crossed because he’s mad at all the other marshmallows for annoying him”

You: “Do you like it?”

Suna, choked up: “It’s fine”

<>~<>~<>

Iwaizumi: “Why are you ignoring (y/n)?”

Kyōtani: “I’m playing hard to get”

Oikawa: “Why would you do that? You’re already hard to want”

<>~<>~<>

You: *Banging your phone against the table in anger*

Kita: “Hey, don’t be mean to the phone— how would you like it if I banged you on the table?”

You:

Kita:

You: *Smirking lightly*

Kita, softly: “Don’t answer that”

<>~<>~<>

You: “I’m doing a tarot reading for you”

Tsukishima: “These are just Pokémon cards”

You: “Oh, look, Tsukki! You got Bidoof! That means fuck you”

<>~<>~<>

Suga: “How do you describe a relationship that’s really complicated”

Daichi: “A love/hate relationship?”

Suga: “That’s what I thought, too”

Suga, turning to you: “Now tell him what you think it’s called”

You, shamelessly: “Fuck you/fuck me”

<>~<>~<>

You: “What are you thinking about?”

Kageyama, pausing his daydream about smacking Tsukishima’s glasses off his face: “You”

<>ALTERNATE<>

You: “What are you thinking about?”

Osamu, pausing his daydream about kicking Atsumu off the bed in the middle of the night: “You”

<>~<>~<>

You: *Entering the gym late*

Iwaizumi: “You’re late”

You: “You’re stunning”

Iwaizumi, looking down as he flushes: “You’re forgiven”

<>~<>~<>

Terushima, drunk: “What time is it?”

You, looking over as he walks into the room: “Hmm?”

Terushima, looking at the microwave as it counts down: “53? Fuck, it’s late”

You: “Teru, no—”

<>~<>~<>

You: “Kyō! Trust fall!”

Kyōtani, scoffing from across the room: “I’m not going to catch you”

You: “Trust falllll~”

Kyōtani: “I said no—“

You: *Falling*

Kyōtani, diving over a sofa and around 3 people to cushion your fall, beneath his breath when you smirked and peeked back at him: “I hate you”

<>~<>~<>

You: “I need you”

Akaashi: “For?”

You: “Ever”

Akaashi, voice cracking: “Oh. Okay”

<>~<>~<>

You: “Omi wants to play scrabble again”

Osamu: “Scrabble? Scrabble’s great!”

You: “Yeah, but Omi uses words like iridium and I use words like pig”

<>~<>~<>

You: “I want him to know that I love him”

Kunimi: “Sleep and then tell him later”

Iwaizumi: “Scream that you love him into his face”

Oikawa: “Go find him and confess your true feelings”

You: “It’s Makki”

Matsukawa: “Just slap him, he’ll get it”

<>~<>~<>

Iwaizumi: “Listen up you little shits— not you, (y/n), we’re thrilled that you’re here”

<>~<>~<>

You: *Says something dumb*

Sakusa: “Remind me why I’m in love with you again?”

You: *Smiling*

Sakusa: “Ah. Of course”

<>~<>~<>

You, walking into your shared apartment with a large box: “Baby, what would you say if I came home with 4 cats?”

Kuroo, peeking around the kitchen wall: “What’s in the box?”

You:

Kuroo: “What’s in the box, (y/n)?”

You: “I think that you already know”

Kuroo:

Kuroo, nodding: “Let them in”

<>~<>~<>

You: “I am a menace to society!”

Iwaizumi: “Yes, you have prevented me from doing my work by being so cute”

You, tearing up: “I am so sorry”

Iwaizumi:

<>~<>~<>

Terushima: *Staring at you*

You: “Do you need something?”

Terushima: “No, I’m just surprised that you’re here”

You: “Excuse me?”

Terushima: “Aren’t masterpieces supposed to be in museums?”

You:

<>~<>~<>

You: “Sometimes I feel like I don’t fit in anywhere”

Atsumu: “What do you mean? You fit perfect in my arms”

<>~<>~<>

You: “This is a gentle reminder not to play too many video games before bed”

Kenma: “No”

You: “That was a gentle reminder, yet your words of defiance bring me ungodly amounts of rage”

<>~<>~<>

You: “What’s his deal?”

Atsumu: “He’s in love”

Suna, absolutely in love with you: “I am not”

<>~<>~<>

Daichi, putting bread on either sides of your head: “What are you?”

You: “A snack”

Daichi, about to cry: “NO—”

<>~<>~<>

You: “I was raised to think before I act”

You: “So rest assured, if I smack the shit out of Terushima at practice today, I have thought it through and I am confident in my decision. I refuse to regret this choice”

<>~<>~<>

You: “I want to tell a joke, but I only remember the punchline”

Suna: “Go ahead”

You: “Tooth hurty”

Suna: “When is the best time to go to the dentist?”

You: “You complete me”

<>~<>~<>

Daichi: “Rules are not meant to be broken. Nothing is meant to be broken!”

Kuroo: “Glow sticks”

Bokuto: “Piñatas”

Ushijima: “Karate boards”

Kita: “Spaghetti when you have a small pot”

You and Terushima, at the same time: “Rules”

<>~<>~<>

Kageyama: “He’ll never agree to this”

You: “Sure he will”

Hinata: “He already refused three times”

You: “Watch a master at work”

You, walking over to Sakusa with puppy dog eyes: “Can we—?”

Sakusa: “Yes”

<>~<>~<>

Atsumu: “I sleep with a knife under my pillow”

Osamu: “Weak, I sleep with a sword”

Suna: “You’re both pathetic”

Atsumu: “What killer weapon do you sleep with then, Mr. Badass?”

Suna: “(y/n)”

<>~<>~<>

Kuroo: “What would you say if we did this thing?”

Daichi: “DO NOT! DO NOT DO IT!”

You:

Bokuto:

Kuroo:

Kuroo: “What would you say if we already did it twenty minutes ago?”

<>~<>~<>

Daichi: “You took advice from Terushima!?”

You: “It’s called hitting rock bottom, Daichi”

<>~<>~<>

Atsumu: “Did ya dream about me~?”

You: “Yeah. It was a nightmare”

<>~<>~<>

Kunimi: “Nobody really cares about me”

You: “Are you sure about that?”

Kunimi: “Yeah”

You, pointing aggressively at yourself: “Are you really fucking sure about that?”

<>~<>~<>

You: “Okay, who here actually thought that Kuroo was my boyfriend?”

*Training camp Arc characters raising their hands*

You:

You: “All of you—?”

<>~<>~<>

You: “Can I read your palm?”

Suna: “Sure”

You: *Grabs his hand and looks into the creases*

You: “I see something in your future”

Suna: “What is it?”

You, sliding your fingers between his own and looking at him: “Me”

<>~<>~<>

Sakusa: “You’re so petty”

You: “You mispronounced “Pretty””

<>~<>~<>

Suna: “I don’t need to go to bed. I’m not tired. I’ll be fine”

You: “But I’ll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again”

Suna: “O-oh, well— wait… are you trying to seduce me into a healthy sleeping pattern…?”

You: “Is it working?”

Suna:

Suna: “I mean— a little bit”

<>~<>~<>

Kuroo: “We just ate. Why are you making pancakes?”

You: “They’re for the cats”

Kuroo:

Kuroo: “Why are you making pancakes for the cats?”

You: “They don’t know how, Tetsurō”

<>~<>~<>

*Middle school*

Atsumu: “What’s an orgasm?”

Aran: “Where did you hear—”

Osamu: “It’s when you fold paper to look like birds and stuff”

Atsumu: “That’s oregano, you—”

Aran: “STOP”

<>~<>~<>

Suna: “You need to learn to love yourself, (y/n)”

You: “Why can’t I just love you instead?”

Suna, tearing up: “We need to stay focused”

<>~<>~<>

Atsumu: “(y/n), are you listening?”

You: “Physically, I’m here”

You: “But mentally, I’m in a mafia AU fanfic, tending to my wounded rival-turned-lover”

Atsumu:

Atsumu: “So that’s a no?”

You: “Shhhhh, he wants to be distracted from the pain; this is about to get spicy”

[missmorosis]

sick manager :)

-> feat. bokuto, oikawa, and tsukishima

part 2 with sugawara and kuroo here!

personally i loved writing these, so lmk if you want a part 2 with other characters 👀

TW: PASSING OUT :))

To sum up how you felt in one word, you were exhausted. You were physically overworked; pushed to your limit with tons of schoolwork, stress, extracurriculars, and on top of that, you were your school's volleyball team manager. You were merely a first year, but you did your job well, and the entire team loved you.

You had tried to power through the classes, running with just two hours of sleep. Work was starting to pile up, so you had no time for sleep.

You felt yourself falling asleep during lectures, curling up on the grass for quick naps during lunch, and throughout the day, you had the worst headache.

With luck, you managed to make it through, but you still had hours of volleyball ahead of you. You blinked hard, trying to get rid of the sleepiness clouding your head. Your head pounded, and nothing was really registering in your brain.

There was no denying it, you were sick.

It was bound to happen sooner or later, but it was still annoying. You didn't want to miss the day's volleyball practice, because you had an upcoming game, so you decided to just push through and deal with it. 

Ignoring how bad your head hurt, you slung your bag over your shoulder and walked out of the classroom.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Bokuto, someone you recognized as the captain of the team you were the manager for, spotted you from a distance and was already bouncing, beaming as he waved. You smiled back with a small wave. He didn't mind that you didn't match his enthusiasm; he was used to it, so he didn’t find anything suspicious about it.

The two of you walked down to the gym, Bokuto talking animatedly the whole way there in the background. You didn't mind though, it was nice to just listen. However, every word he chirped bore into your brain, seeming to echo.

You didn’t want to be rude, but you couldn’t help but try to drown out his voice by focusing on your surroundings.

A green bush. A tall tree. A group of students.

“Y/N?” Bokuto waved his hand in front of your face, and you looked up at the mention of your name.

“Hm? Sorry, sorry, I’m just... oh, we’re here!” you said, quickly changing the subject. You didn’t want him to worry, and it was no big deal anyways... You could finally see the gym, and you let out a sigh of relief. It felt like the short walk was actually several miles long. 

You finally made it- 

Shoot.

A sudden dizzy spell overtook you. Shutting your eyes tight, you stumbled on your own feet, your legs giving out beneath you. No, no, no....

"Y/N!" Bokuto yelped as he caught you. He pulled you close to him, and whimpering, you leaned on his chest, trying to stay conscious.

“Sorry...” you breathed softly, just trying to focus on the way Bokuto’s chest went up, and down.

Up... and down. You shut your eyes tighter as a wave of your headache hit. Bokuto’s arms around you were definitely helping you stay standing, and you were thankful. Up... and down.

Then you slumped into his arms.

...

The second your eyes opened again, you were knocked back with a hug. You grunted at the unexpected impact, but smiled when you realized it was Bokuto.

"Y/N! You're awake!" Bokuto yelled, his voice watery with relief. "I thought you died," he sobbed, and you hugged him tight.

"I'm fine, I promise," you said with a laugh. "Just... thirsty." Bokuto leaped to get you a glass of water as fast as he could.

While he was gone, you looked around to see that you were in the nurse's office. You could just imagine Bokuto running with you unconscious in his arms, and you smiled at the thought.

Bokuto came back with the promised water, and he lay a hand on you to check up on your temperature.

"You're really burning up... why didn't you tell me you were sick?" he asked, pouting.

"I didn't want you to worry... I thought I would be fine, and that I would make it through practice." He shook his head.

"I want to know, okay?" You nodded with a smile.

"How long was I unconscious?" He thought for a second before responding.

"Only for a couple seconds, but you were kinda drowsy so we made you rest. It's been a couple hours now." You immediately got up.

"Practice isn't over yet?" you asked, still hopeful. Maybe you could at least stay for an hour? It was better than noth-

"Y/N..." he sad warningly, and you knew going wasn't an option.

"Fine..."

"Good," he responded, satisfied with your answer.

Walking out of the classroom, you met eyes with Oikawa Tooru, who immediately lit up at the sight of you. His smile immediately turned into a frown, immediately noticing something was different about you, given how perceptive he was.

"What's wrong?" he questioned slowly, and you shook your head.

"Nothing's wrong, Tooru... I'm just tired," you said, but he looked at you suspiciously.

“You should take a break,” he reminded you gently, and you shook your head, no matter how tempted you were.

“I really can’t, I’ve got… a lot to do. But I’m fine, I swear,” you assured him, gesturing towards the gym, despite the sick feeling in your body. You swallowed, trying to swallow the dizziness. “Let’s go!” You tried for a smile, and Oikawa responded with a hesitant one, finally deciding to let it go. 

Starting to walk towards the gym with the volleyball player following close behind, you shook your head, trying to shake out the growing light-headed feeling that you dreaded. It wouldn’t go away.

Shutting your eyes as tight as you could, you didn’t even notice that you stopped walking until someone tapped your shoulder. 

“Hm?” You peeked your eyes open slightly to notice Oikawa standing next to you. 

“Y/N-chan?” His face was written all over with concern.

“Sorry, I just…” You laughed sheepishly, trying to shrug it off, but the pain was beginning to be way too much. “I.. just…” you tried to say, but you were unable to finish as you swayed to one side, tripping over your own feet trying to stay standing. You heard Oikawa's yelp as he rushed to catch you, and you blinked slowly before passing out completely.

...

As soon as you woke up, you found yourself in your own bedroom. When you got up, wondering how you got there, you were met with Oikawa's frown.

"When was the last time you had at least seven hours of sleep?" he asked, disapproval in his eyes as he pushed you back into bed. You gave a shy smile.

"Maybe... two weeks ago?" Oikawa gasped dramatically before tutting in distaste.

"You need to sleep, or else your health will plummet," he said, shaking his head. Of course, at that moment, your headache had to come back. You winced and shut your eyes, burying your face into your hands. "What's wrong?" You shook your head with a sigh.

"My head's killing me," you admitted. "It's been like this all day."

"Wha- Y/N," he scolded, leaving the room. Where was he going? Ah. He came back with some medicine and a thermometer.

"Thanks." You swallowed the medicine, and Oikawa immediately forced the thermometer into your mouth.

"103.2?! Y/N, you'll be here for a good three days. I'm not ever letting you leave your bed until you get better, and I won't leave either." You laughed at his motherly antics.

"But what about pract-" you started, but Oikawa shushed you.

"Think of it as a much needed break." You stared at him.

"Did you at least go today?"

"No, of course not! You were freaking unconscious, I can't go and hit some good serves if I know that my precious Y/N could possibly be in pain," he said with a pout.

"Aw, Tooru..." You kissed his cheek. "You're too swee-" He pushed you back into your pillows, pulling the covers up before you could finish.

"Now rest up, Y/N-chan."

You glanced at your phone; you still had an hour until volleyball practice...

A little nap wouldn't hurt, right?

You found a nice, private corner, and huddled up. Using your backpack as a pillow, you fell asleep almost instantly.

Some time later, Tsukishima was walking by, on his way to practice. His eyes spotted you asleep in the corner, and he smirked.

"Idiot," he muttered under his breath, laughing to himself softly. "Hey, get up, Y/N." He flicked his finger on your forehead, and laughed when you began to stir awake.

"Mm?" Your voice was raspy from both sickness and sleepiness, and you blinked your eyes, trying to adjust. You shielded your face from the light with your hand, and you finally made out Tsukki's tall figure kneeling in front of you. "Oh, hi Tsukki..." He held out his hand with a smug smile, offering to help you up.

You groaned when you realized that the nap didn't make your headache go away. Getting up too fast, you swayed for a good two seconds; Tsukki's hands were on your shoulders, trying to steady you.

"Ten bucks you don't make it through practice without passing out," he joked, but you had a feeling he was going to be ten dollars richer soon enough. You nodded sleepily, but quickly froze.

"Wait- am I late for practice?" You frantically dug your phone out, sighing in relief when you learned that you still had ten minutes to spare.

"What, you think I would be late?" Tsukishima said, jokingly. "But anyways, I'm not letting you go to practice today. Clearly you need rest... and..." His hand rested on your forehead, and he nodded. "Like I thought, you have a fever." You swatted his hand away.

"Today's practice is important, I can't miss it. I'll be fine, Tsukki, since when do you worry about me?" You turned around, heading towards the gym, when your head hurt just a bit too much. You winced, and faster than your brain could process what was happening, you were already falling to the ground and everything went dark.

...

"Oh, you're awake." You opened your eyes and saw Tsukishima waiting for you. You were in the nurse's office from the looks of it, and Tsukishima got up with some water and medicine.

"Here, take this." You nodded and followed his command.

"Thanks," you said, rubbing your head.

"Hm. You know how you asked when I started to worry about you?" he asked, sticking a thermometer into your mouth.

"Hm? Oh... yeah." You recalled how you had said something like that right before you passed out. You took the thermometer out and glanced at the temperature.

103.2. You hid the thermometer behind your back, knowing Tsukki would not be happy with your temperature.

"The answer was always; I always care about you, even if I don't seem like it."

"Wow, Tsukki..." It surprised you; you never thought you would hear anything nice coming out of Tsukishima's mouth.

"Also, you act like a five year old sometimes, people can't help but worry about you," he added. You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't help but smile. "Now hand over the thermometer. I didn't forget." Sighing, you reluctantly gave it to him.

"Welp, will you at least cuddle with me until I get better?" you asked with pleading eyes.

"Come on, Y/N. You're contagious..." You pouted, and he sighed. "Fine."

BUT ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU ENJOYEDDDD!! THANKS FOR READING BABE

this is 100% not edited or proofread IM SORRY- IT MAY NOT EVEN MAKE ANY SENSE HAHSJFJRI

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Razor:  Jealous HCs

Hey anon!! As much frustration I hold for crippling oblivious couples, I also love the trope so much. Plus I adore Razor. Even though I try to not call Razor a dog, I still google “jealous dog traits”. Also, I found out both Hanniejji and I secretly HCs Bennet is friends with Razor and Fischl. If genshin won’t give me character interactions then I’ll write it myself.

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Semi Part 1: General HCs

Semi Part 2: Pre-Relationship HCs

Semi Part 3: Cuddle HCs

[Masterlist]

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Razor:  Jealous HCs

Bennet and Fischl are both foaming at the mouth at how deeply in love you BOTH are and yet you’re both equally blind. Fischl wants to grab you by the shoulders and yell at you that Razor returns your feelings and you need to stop doing whatever it is you’re doing. A sad Razor looks like a kicked puppy and even she can’t handle it. But Razor absolutely refuses for anyone to confess for him because he believes that you might just genuinely be uninterested in him. Plus, it wouldn’t feel right if he couldn’t confess himself. It’s his first love, this is important to him.

Bennet thinks it’s really sweet that his friend is in love. Even if he does get a bit pouty that whenever he get’s hurt, Razor will ask if he’s alright and leave it at that. But if you accidently trip Razor is already at your side and fussing over you. Bennet uses this as physical proof that yes, your feelings are returned and this man is in love with you, but you always brush it off as Razor’s nature to be caring. He’s smiling patiently on the outside but on the inside he has his hands in his hair and he’s screaming.

God forbid anything upsets you. Razor hasn’t been around other humans long enough to pick up on most social cues but he does have a good sense of smell. If you’re happy then the wind smells like sweet flowers. If you’re upset then it smells like mint. While Razor usually keeps himself in check and is somewhat indifferent, the second he catches any signs of distress from you he’s on high alert. Until you tell him what’s been bothering you - a group of hilichurls stole your bag of snapdragon flowers - he’s going to be on guard and stressed out. He’s already throwing his claymore over his shoulder to go and fight the monsters that tried to upset you. Wow, what a good friend you say to Fischl. Fischl is ready to punt you off a cliff.  

Razor tries his best to show that he likes you by bringing the things you need and looking like such a proud pup. He looks at you with such hopeful eyes that it takes you a second to register what he’s asking before you feel your own heart rate speed up and pound into your ears. You flush pink before you move to embrace him and ruffle his hair as praise as he nuzzles into your shoulder affectionally. You assume his affectious actions are apart of his wolf nature and how they act so you try not to read too deep into things. Even if Razor seems a bit too happy to be hugging you and receiving pets. Or the fact he doesn’t let anyone else pet him...

Bennet tries his best to help his friend out by giving Razor some advice but considering Bennet himself hasn’t been in a relationship yet, it’s all practical. Telling Razor that he’s seen couples bring each other flowers as a sign of affection, maybe Razor could find some plants to bring you? It ends horribly when he offers you a wolfhook and you just stare at him. He says that these are his feelings towards you but you’re just...so confused?? Wolfhooks have thorns so does that mean he thinks you’re clingy? Isn’t that a bad thing? Are you annoying to him?? But wolfhooks also symbolize wolves so is he saying you’re like family to him??? You’re internally screaming while debating if you just got family-zoned or if Razor is trying to subtly tell you that he doesn’t like you.

Just because Razor is, somehow, unsure if you actually like him or not. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t get incredibly jealous and possessive at any unknown presence. He’s still a bit wary of the City due to all the conflicting smells and noises but he can’t help but look so sad when you have to run errands and you can’t visit him. But when you mention that a really nice knight gifted you a flower does Razor see red. He gave you a flower?? Shouldn’t you be happy with his? Why do you need another one when you have his? Is his gift not good enough? Is this your way of saying you’re interested in someone else? This poor boy is on the verge of either running off to go sulk or find the man that gave you this flower, which up until his knowledge - courtesy of Bennet - is a sign of courting, and absolutely destroy him to prove he’s the better partner.

He tries to keep it under wraps since he's been told that while in the City, he needs to exercise restrain and understand that if he enters. He's expected to at least respect the laws and people. But this poor wolf is so feral over this new development and this new smell that's been clinging onto you that whatever worries and isolation issues Razor felt about the city flies out the window as his protective instincts kick into overdrive. He sees other people and even pets as a rival for your attention and love. He just wants to scoop you up and growl at everything as a message to say “this is mine, go get your own”.

Even when the both of you are far away from the city, Razor’s continued mood seems to hang heavy over both your heads. You’re not sure what exactly caused Razor to be on high alert. He’s snapping and growling at everything little thing that comes close, even a butterfly!

You abruptly stop walking to Razor’s surprise as you whip around and frown at him. He can feel a chill run up his spine as he stands perfectly straight as you study him before you hold your palm out and looked at him expectantly. He looks at your hand with a small spark of perked attention before his nose twitches and he goes back to sulking. You’re still waiting for him as he shuffles a bit, his hair that resembled a wolf ear is twitching, before he whines and trots over and places his chin on your palm. He’s looking up at you with the most kicked puppy expression and you don’t even know what you did but you feel like the worse person in all of Teyvat.

“Razor...what’s gotten into you?” you ask gently as you rub circles into his cheek as he nuzzles into your palm. He seems really conflicted as his eyes dart away from your face and he almost looks guilty. He just whines and turns and buries his face into your warm palm. You’ve never really seen him like that before as you awkwardly try and comfort him. Until the same flower slips out of your pocket and you hear something primal growl out of Razor. His teeth are pulled back and he snarls at the flower as his pupils dilate. You quickly get between him and the poor flower before Razor tries to do anything.

“Seriously Razor, what’s gotten into you?” you asked concerned. He quickly shifts his attention to you as he pounces and knocks you over. You left off a soft noise as the wind get’s knocked out of you but you peep when his hands cage you from above. Razor’s red eyes bore into yours and you’re suddenly thinking the air is getting too hot. 

“Do you like Razor?” he asks, tilting his head in a cute pout. It makes you internally coo before you quickly snap out of it. Stay focused! 

“Of course I do! Remember we talked about this?” you say as you remember back to your previous interactions but this only seems to frustrate Razor more.

“No. Not that like. More...” Razor struggles with his words as he tries to piece together the right string of sounds to try and convey what he’s feeling. He seems so conflicted that it breaks your heart a bit. So you reach up and gently rub behind his ear as he closes his eyes and relaxes. He breathes in deeply as his eyes open and his pupils return to normal, but vastly determined.

“Together. Always. Just...us,” Razor says softly as he looks at you hopefully. There’s a small pink dust to his cheeks as his fang digs into his lip in nervousness. You’re not sure why but your heart absolutely sky rockets at it and you can feel your face flush pink.

“Um, yes?” you nod along, you think you’re understanding what he’s trying to say. Maybe he was just upset you were spending so much time in the City and away from him that he felt your friendship was neglected? That would make you really upset. But the way he phrases his words makes you believe that perhaps...

Before you can think more on it. Razor’s face breaks into a grin that nearly blinds you from the pure affection that sprouts from it. He’s already hugging you harder as he starts rubbing his nose and cheek against your neck. Making soft and happy sounds as he nuzzles you. He’s never done that before but you assume he’s just so happy. You breath a sigh of relief that it appears that your message to him was clear enough.

Yeah of course, friends always, you think

Lupical. Partner. Mate, Razor thinks.

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whistling as I pretend I don’t see your stares. Yeah ik but it’s ok. This is a sorta semi series. We’ll build upon it. But Xiao content is next lol. I’m taking inspiration from this. I mean, when I don’t feel like shit 😷

I’ve been listening to [  Softy - Dear Moon ]. This isn’t the usual kind of music I listen to but it came on shuffle and this is now my mental breakdown song.

Quick edit: Turns out this is an ost from “My Mister”. I’ve never been into kdramas (I think I’ve only seen goblin, she was pretty, and Hwarang) but the cover picture looks so upsetting? My friend is really into tgcf and I believe that had a live action as well. 

[duckymcdoorknob]

Hey listen to this while you read it’s kinda cute for the vibe of the story. It makes me fall in love as I listen to it.

HEY ALSO I’M TRYING A NEW WRITING STYLE BC THIRD PERSON IS GETTING KIND OF ANNOYING IDK WHY I EVER DID IT IN THE FIRST PLACE.

Without further adieu, enjoy some domestic Tsukki content.

Sweet Surrender

Ships: Kei Tsukishima x Gn!reader

Warnings: None!

Prompt: A little domestic fic, in honor of spooky season, in which reader and Tsukki make candied apples ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

Tags: General Taglist! @lisiwalker @koushismatchalatte @fushigum @littlebbyleesfw Plus @kal0psi-a thank you so much for including me in your collab!!

I joined a spooky collab!!! Go give some Halloween lovin’ to @kal0psi-a !

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑏 𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑘 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒!

“Oh c’mon guys! Please help us out!” Hinata begged, clutching what looked like an excel spreadsheet.

“Just because you overcommitted us to bringing treats for the fall festival doesn’t mean we need to be held accountable.” Tsukishima replied bluntly.

“Kei let’s just do it. It’ll be a fun activity for us to do to celebrate the fall.” You replied sweetly, placing a hand gingerly on your boyfriend’s shoulder.

He pondered for a second.

“I suppose.”

And off you went. You and Kei paraded around the nearest market, with you happily trodding about to grab anything you might need to make your treat, and while your boyfriend fondly smiled at your antics.

“Says we need a few pounds of gala apples.” You read out loud from your cellphone.

You and Tsukishima paused at the stall of produce, gazing upon the numerous types of beautiful apples.

Operation: get my boyfriend to stop being so fucking annoyed at life is a go!

“Mhm, yes these are splendid.” You say, picking up a Fuji Apple, putting on a faux Sherlock accent.

“Oh my god...”

“These however-“ you sneer toward the Granny Smiths to your left, “will never do. Far too sour to be covered in candy.”

Tsukishima’s lips curled on the ends ever so slightly, his chest gently heaving as a chuckle bubbled out of it.

“Ah! Here they are.” You cooed, grabbing a paper bag to place them in, “except one question!”

“Mm?”

“How many apples are in a fucking pound, my good chap?”

The subsequent events were ones you would never ever forget. Kei doubled over as he broke into uncontrollable laughter, absolutely tittering over your comment. Your eyes sparkled as your face flushed at the sweet scene. You couldn’t help but laugh with him as you saw him.

The way that the corners of his eyes crinkled, the way his face was tinged pink, the way his eyes were squeezed shut in glee, and that smile, good gods that smile made you fall in love all over again.

“Oh come on it wasn’t that funny!” You said through your own chuckles.

“I know but-“ Tsukishima regained his composure, still smiling widely and wiping a mirthful tear from his eye, “Ah I just love you so much.”

“I love you more Kei.” You smiled as he planted a kiss on your cheek, then your nose, then finally your lips. The feather light press of his lips onto yours furthered your infatuation with your boyfriend.

“Come on, love. We have to get a fucking pound of apples now.” Tsukishima said with a small smile.

You both grabbed about ten apples each and placed them in the paper bag. Next, you were to find sugar and red food dye. After grabbing all of your ingredients, you made your way to the checkout and paid, then began to walk home.

“Hey, question.” You suddenly spoke as you swung your hand, which was now trapped in Tsukki’s own.

“Hey, answer.” He replied, not moving his eyes from the road.

“Do you want to go to get lunch somewhere? I’ll pay.” You asked sweetly, turning to look at him.

“Hmm. You drive a hard bargain. What’s in it for me?”

“I-“ you made a small grunt of confusion, “Food? And quality time with your amazing s/o?”

“This is plausible.” Tsukishima placed the hand carrying the grocery bags on his chin in a thinking position, “Anything else?”

“I’ll buy us some shortcake aft-“

“Deal.”

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After a delicious lunch, you and Kei returned on the road home. It was time to get to work!

You opened the door and pushed into your family’s kitchen. After spreading all of the materials onto the counter, you rush to your bedroom to grab a speaker.

“My liege.” You bow your head and get onto one knee, holding your cellphone toward your boyfriend, “you choose the merriment.”

“You are such a dork.” Kei replies with a gentle chuckle, grabbing your phone and clicking on the playlist you both collaborate on.

“I am your dork though.”

“Got me there.” Tsukishima replies with a pleased look on his face, “Now, do you want me to make the coating and you put sticks in? Or vice versa?”

“Molten candy is hot, so we need someone who’s hot to cancel out the temperature.” You replied nonchalantly, “I’ll take the sticks.”

“Is it your goal to make me laugh today?” Kei asked gently, ruffling your hair.

“Perhaps. Now gimme sticks.”

And so you and Tsukishima ever so carefully prepared your treats. Kei was at the stove, melting sugar into lava to create the candy coating. When it was molten, he added heaping amounts of red food dye. You on the other hand were tasked with washing and sticking the apples. So you took your gargantuan bushel of apples to the sink and washed all of the wax and preservatives off of them, then jabbed each one with a popsicle stick.

“Hey the coating is done are you ready to-“

Kei’s eyebrows lifted as he looked upon your finished work: Each apple was placed on a platter and stuck with a popsicle stick, that had a little bow neatly tied on the end of it.

“I guess you are, come here.” He beckoned.

Tsukishima carefully showed you how to coat the apples, carefully swirling it in the warm candy coating. Upon his finish, he made a little platform at the bottom and placed it on the platter to harden.

“Got it?”

“Mhm!” You cooed as your eyes sparkled.

Following that, you and Kei carefully dipped the apples in the coating, making a gorgeous candied apple as a result.

Your sudden gasp caused Kei to drop the one he was dipping.

“Shit- (Y/N)?! Honey what’s wrong?” He turned to see you holding your hand out.

“This is our song. Dance with me, babe.”

(See what I mean about the song)

“You idiot.” Tsukishima hissed as he took your hand and placed the last, but also splotchy, apple on the platter, “You had me worried there. I thought you burned yourself.” He admitted as he spun you around the kitchen.

You couldn’t help but giggle as Kei lead you through an intricate ballroom dance. He spun you round and round the kitchen, as you both giggled at the event.

As the apples continued to harden, you internally thanked Hinata for giving you both the task, and quality time with Tsukishima.

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[lou-struck]

Seasonal Judgement

Kei Tsukishima x Reader

Day 15: Lights on Display

25 Days of Ficmas Masterlist

WC: 1,000+

Moving in with your boyfriend in his downtown loft has been paradise. You get to see his annoyingly smug handsome face every day and the view of the city is incredible from your window.

You find yourself looking out the window often, especially now as the holidays are fast approaching. Everyone seems to have found some way to decorate the outside of their home or business for Christmas, Everyone that is except the two of you.

You have no outdoor space at all to decorate and it is seriously bumming you out, but you were trying to keep a chipper disposition so you don’t annoy your boyfriend. However, it’s not really a secret because you are not very good at hiding how you feel, especially from Kei.

Currently, you are sitting in the living room curled up on the couch watching the local news do a story about one of the best-decorated neighborhoods in town. Unconsciously, your face twists into a very serious pout as you give the TV puppy dog eyes. Tsukishima, having enough of your antics, strides over to the TV and turns it off before turning his attention to you.

“Hey, I was watching that!” you exclaim as he takes the remote out of your reach using his stupid height to his advantage.

“Were you watching or were you pouting?" he scolds as you shrug. "Come on, we're leaving, get in the car.“ He says grabbing your hand giving you just enough time to grab your phone, a blanket and your slippers by the door as he takes you down the hall and into the elevator until it reaches the parking garage.

As you get into a stupid Kia Hybrid he blasts the heat and starts to drive away.

“Where are we going?'' you ask, cocking your head in his direction.

You’ll see, he says with the hint of a small smile on his face giving you a playful squeeze on your thigh. As he continues driving until he reaches your favorite drive-through place and orders food for the both of you making sure to get something sweet for you to eat and for him to steal from you later on.

With some food in your belly and some to snack on later he continues his drive down the road until a light flicks on both outside and in your brain. You see them, the lights from tv. Your sweet, dino-loving, kind of an asshole boyfriend decided to take you to see the Christmas lights.

Tsukki!” you squeal as he pulls in front of the first house in the large neighborhood. He sends you a smile.

“You know y/n, if you wanted to see the lights you could've just asked,” he says pretending to scold you.

“I thought you didn't care about Christmas lights?” you say trying to hug him over the center console of his car.

As he shakes his head before leaning into your extended embrace. "It means a lot to you, doesn’t it? If it means a lot to you then I’d happily do something to make you smile.“ He pauses for a second realizing that he may have shown you his really sappy side. He tries to hide it, but he can't with you, I guess you’re not alone and being bad at hiding things from your partner.

“Anyways, I thought that you would enjoy my commentary on some of these houses.“ He says looking closely at the decorations on the house in front of you adjusting his thick glasses to see it clearly.

“Commentary?“ You say raising a brow. “If you wanted to judge his house as you could’ve just said so Kei.”

“ You know me too well, it’s annoying," he retorts back, waiting for you to pass your judgment on the home.

The two of you decided to pass some seasonal judgment on the decorated homes within the neighborhood, rating I am on a scale from 1 to 10 one being terribly decorated and 10 being amazing.

As you drive past the homes that are spending way too much on their electric bill you give quick deliberations.

Being a lover of all things Christmas, you were very easy to please giving most homes a score between four and nine with a few outliers of course.

Tsukishima, being the beautiful bastard he is, is very strict in his deliberations, smiling whenever he gives a home a terrible score, never rating a home above a six. Part of you feels he is being cynical on purpose just to pick a fight with you, handing you the win every so often.

It’s truly a pleasant tradition that you have started, and you can tell your boyfriend is enjoying himself snorting aloud at his own snide comments he makes about the decorations of others. Everything is going very peacefully till he glimpses out his window and slams on his brakes, hard.

You jerk forward in your seat stopped by the locking of a seatbelt and look at him like he’s crazy. “What was that for?“

He doesn’t respond right away, appearing to be mesmerized by the lights outside of his window. Crane in your head you finally see what caught his attention, it’s impossibly perfect.

The home in front of you is decorated fairly simply, red and green bulbs on the roof and in the shrubbery. The real stand out however is the giant glowing green light-up T-Rex animatronic wearing a full Santa costume. You swear you can see its jaw moving as if he is speaking.

Your boyfriend is smiling shamelessly like he’s a little kid just so happy to see the dinosaur. As you give him a little nudge you get into your routine to judge the Home.

"Counting down from 3…2…1…"

And for the first time that night both of you gave a home a perfect score of 10.

Driving around to finish looking at the lights you are sad to say but there was only one perfect ton but you don’t mind that much, they all brought your joy.

On your way back home circus humor decides to circle back one more time just to look at the dinosaur animatronics. He decides that you should do the same thing next year, and the next, and the next...

[celestial-kit]

Halloween Night

This is part one in a two part series. All characters are 18+.

Pairing: Tsukishima Kei x reader

Warnings: minors DNI, slight NSFW themes, jealousy, alcohol consumption, slut shaming (?)

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Tsukishima never liked Halloween. As a kid, he never understood the appeal of dressing up in a ridiculous costume and going out with a pillow case to beg for candy. His disdain for Halloween did not dissipate as he got older, he just found new things to be annoyed with. He hated how his friends begged him to go out to the crowded bars, dressed up in matching costumes. He hated watching people use the holiday as an excuse to get drunk. And he hated that every year you would dress up in some skimpy outfit and find some random guy to make out with. 

He wasn’t jealous, obviously. Tsukishima just didn’t like seeing one of his close friends embarrass herself like that. He hated to see you get so sloppy drunk that you couldn’t walk home at the end of the night, and he hated seeing strangers grope and paw at you in your little skirt and grind against you every chance they got. One year he found you in a corner in someone’s lap, tongues shoved down each other's throats and your skirt hoisted up around your waist, showing off your sheer underwear and dripping pussy. He left you there, seeing as you seemed content with the arrangement, and found you the next hour in someone else's arms, their hands under your top, groping your breasts as your head fell back on your shoulders with a blissed out look on your face.  

You were a slut. Tsukishima hated to admit it, but you were. You loved the attention you got when you went out, you welcomed any advances from any decently attractive person, and you had no shame letting someone publicly defile you, as long as it felt good. 

This year, his friends decided that they wanted to dress up as the gang from Scooby Doo. Tsukishima was quick to decline, but the excited look on Yamaguchi’s face and your puppy dog eyes made him give in quicker than he would like to admit. So now he was here, at this bar, dressed in an itchy white sweater and orange ascot. He nursed his drink at the bar as he watched you, his Daphne, laugh at a joke that probably wasn’t even that funny that some guy told you as he leaned close enough to cast his eyes down your cleavage. You slapped his chest flirtatiously as he seemingly teased you for something before leaning down closer and capturing your lips in a kiss, his hand immediately running up the backs of your thighs until they were under your skirt and gripping your ass. 

Tsukishima had to look away at this point, searching the room for Yamaguchi’s green shirt. They made eye contact and Yamaguchi started making his way towards his friend, obviously noting the disgruntled look on his face. As he approached, he set the plush Scooby Doo that he’d been carrying around on the counter of the bar and leaned his shoulder against his friend. 

“Hey Tsukki! Having fun?” a wide grin stretched across Yamaguchi’s face, the alcohol he’d consumed affecting him. 

Tsukishima just rolled his eyes, “I don’t know why you always insist on bringing me out with you on Halloween.”

Yamaguchi laughed at the blonde, “You know, you probably wouldn’t be so miserable coming out with us if you just made a move on her yourself.” Tsukishima’s eyes widened a little before they narrowed at his drunk friend. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he mumbled, looking away with annoyance. 

“Aw, come on! You know she only hits on other people because you ignore her when we come out. She wants to make you jealous. I bet if you gave her some attention, you’d both have a much better time,” Yamaguchi patted Tsukishima’s shoulder with a sly grin. He knew his friend too well, but Tsukishima was stubborn and refused to give in to what Yamaguchi was insinuating. 

“She only wants my attention because she’s a slut. She’s already slept with half the town, so she’s running out of options,” Tsukishima’s words spit out like venom. He’s mad that Yamaguchi thinks he likes you, he’s mad that you always find someone to hang off of when you’re around him, and he’s mad that, deep down, he knows he’s incredibly jealous. 

“Wow,” you say behind Tsukishima’s back. He turns around, not realizing that you were standing there. You had a glass in each hand, seemingly coming back to the bar to get a refill. Your cheeks are red, and Tsukishima’s not sure if they’re flushed from drinking, kissing, or anger. You puff your chest up before setting the glasses on the bar and turning to head out of the building.

Tsukishima curses under his breath and chases after you, pushing through the crowd to keep up with your smaller form. He sees you make it past the crowd of sweaty dancers and burst through the front door. In his haste to reach you, he bumps into several people who spill their drinks down the front of his sweater. 

Finally, he makes it out the front door and sees you stumbling down the sidewalk in the direction of your apartment. He catches up quickly, telling you to wait and grabbing your arm, which you firmly shake out of his grasp. You turn on your heels to face him, face even more red and tears spilling down your cheeks. 

“You’re an asshole, Tsukishima! Fuck you,” you slur your words as you speak, but Tsukishima can still feel the venom behind them. It hurts him, and he knows that he fucked up. He grabs your shoulders and holds you firm despite your attempts to wiggle away. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he says this as calmly as he can but he can feel his heart pounding in his chest. Now that you’re closer, he can see how your mascara has smeared from your tears and sweat and he can see a bruise starting to form on your neck from that loser you were making out with not even 10 minutes ago. Tsukishima can feel anger start to well in his chest at the thought that someone had left marks on you. You scoff at him and wiggle one of your shoulders free, using your free arm to push at his shoulder.

“So what, you don’t think I’m a slut? You just said it to Tadashi as a joke or something?” you sniffle and stumble forward a little as you continue to push at him. He wraps an arm around your waist to try to steady you. 

“Well, I do think you’re a slut, but I probably shouldn’t have said it out loud,” a smirk graces his face as he sees your mouth fall open in shock. Your hands ball up into little fists and you punch at his chest to try to get out of his grasp. 

“Fuck you! I hate you, Tsukishima,” you shout at him, and he can feel his anger boil over, his feelings and the alcohol he’d consumed pushing him over the edge and causing him to do something he wouldn’t normally do. The arm he had around your waist tightens while his other hand comes to press between your shoulder blades, pushing you up into him so that he could crush his mouth against yours. 

You squeal at his sudden action, eyes staring at him as he gauges your reaction. You push at his shoulders again, and he pulls back, not taking his arms off you but giving you space to breathe. You just look at each other for a moment as you take in what just happened. It slowly clicks in your head that Tsukishima just kissed you, and you can feel warmth spread across your chest before you reach up to fist his sweater and bring him back down to kiss you again. 

This time, Tsukishima isn’t as hesitant, he’s firm as he presses into your mouth, tongue meeting yours and you moan as you feel his fingertips dig into your back, trying to pull you closer to him. In the distance, you hear whistles and cheers, and it occurs to you both that you’re still in a public setting. One of Tsukishima’s hands snakes its way up your back to bury itself in your hair, then he pulls your head back with a force that makes you hiss. You whimper and you feel your knees wobble under you and heat pool in your stomach as he glares at you with hungry eyes. 

“You’re a slut,” he whispers to you, giving you goosebumps, his husky tone giving away just how turned on he is. “But you’re my slut.” Then, he’s grabbing your hand and pulling you down the sidewalk. You stumble as you try to keep up, a little confused.

“Where are we going?” You ask, breathless. 

With a smirk, Tsukishima turns to look at you out of the corner of his eye. “Your apartment. If you’re going to act like a slut, then I’m going to fuck you like one.” 

[nixcwen]

baby now that i've found you | playlist (s.)

Tsukishima Kei

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You wanted to prepare for a quiz on the subject you're having a hard time on so you chose to stay at the library after classes. You asked your now-boyfriend, Tsukishima if he would like to study with you. Of course, he threw you some salty remarks which he always does, but he agreed, nonetheless.

You are now walking side by side with him to the library. There were a few people left after the classes have ended, but you don't have the guts to hold his hand so you resorted to a casual conversation about how was his day today.

"You made fun of Hinata again? That cute bean? You're so mean, Tsukki!" You said as you playfully punched him on his arms.

"Ha, there you go again. Go to that 'cute bean' of yours then." He retorted as he used the quote-unquote gesture partnered with the roll of his eyes.

You looked at him, head tilted to the side as if considering the idea. "Should I?"

"Are you clinically insane or just incredibly annoying?"

"I don't know, probably both."

As mean as Tsukishima can be, you can also stretch your patience, or just like how you usually do, you make comebacks from his remarks. That's Y/N for you!

Earlier in your relationship, you saw him as a challenge, but you realized later on that it wasn’t about changing him, it was about compromise. You got to know him on a deeper level. People may find fault with Tsukishima, but it’s not like he was all flaws, and it was him who saw all your faults and loved you nevertheless, not the other people.

You sure thought that bantering with him is all fun, however, when you just want his warmth to surround you and feel his affection, you're in a dilemma. Obviously, Tsukishima isn’t the type to have PDA.

That's why after you were settled at the farthest seat of the library, you grabbed the chance when Tsukishima brought out his phone and shared his earphones with you to listen to the playlist you guys made.

Your memories resurfaced once again, as the song plays your mind traveled back in time when you first met him. It was just the two of you in your little but comfortable bubble. You thought at that moment, as the sun sets behind Tsukishima with cheeks a little red than usual, everything was... close to perfect. Just one more thing.

Finally, with the sweet melody that only the two of you hear, you gently laid your head on his side. Just a few seconds after your action, you felt him move a little to look at you, clearing his throat before speaking.

"Oi." He nudged you. "I thought we were going study? You even asked to."

"I did, to my classmate Tsukishima-" you hugged his arm, looked at him, and did your best to put on a cute pleading face- "but I also want my Boyfriend, Kei. Can I ask for five minutes with you?"

He stared back at you for about a minute, you were slowly getting eaten by your shyness, but mostly by your thoughts. Am I too much? You asked yourself.

Even so, when he slowly dropped a feather-light kiss on your forehead, pulled your hand to rest on his lap with his on top of yours, and said:

"Just 5 minutes."

Everything became truly perfect.

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word count: 578

This is actually the second imagine that I've written, but I revised it, and now that it's better than before, I posted it. What do you think about our Tsukki~ here? 🤭

Sincerely, Nixxy ♡

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[volleychumps]

Hi hi! Can I get a tendou, oikawa, kageyama and atsumu after a fight where they make up? Fluffy ending please! ❤️

I BEEN WAITIN FOR THIS ONE- TURN IT UP

Aftermath of a Fight w/ Their S/O- (Tendou, Oikawa, Kageyama, Atsumu) 

Warning(s): slight angst in some of these, implied nsfw (by Atsumu ofc lmfao), but no direct nsfw themes 

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Tendou 

“...sunshine, open the door.” 

“Don’t sunshine me.” 

The snap of your voice had the redhead flinching, fist that had been risen to softly knock on the wooden door sinking along with the weight in his chest. Tendou taps his forehead against the door, hearing your soft whimpers on the other side. 

“Y/N, please-” He starts, wincing when the door is suddenly flung open, red eyes widening when you bump your shoulder with his in passing. Desperately, he reaches his hand out abruptly to snatch your wrist before you can stomp irritably to the front door. 

“Satori let go.” Heat brimmed your eyes as you refused to meet Tendou’s pleading ones, 

“Hell no. You’re going right back into that bedroom, tuck yourself into the sheets, and let me make you as many mugs of tea as you want.” 

His attempted joke had cracks in his voice, and you find yourself wavering before finally meeting his eyes, lip quivering. You wanted this to be over, and the way Tendou’s lips had stretched into a strained smile in a sad attempt to not let you see how much he really just needed you made you begin to raise the white flag. 

“I don’t want tea.” You mumble finally, Tendou’s head lifting all of a sudden as his eyes brighten. A yelp tumbles from your lips as Tendou’s long arms wrap around your waist, lifting you off the ground as he hugged you tightly to his chest, burying his face into the crook of your neck with his slender fingers entangled in your hair.

“I’m sorry for snappin’ at you, sunshine.” 

“All this because I knocked over your manga shelf?” A choked laugh escapes your lips as Tendou pulls back, mock-offense in his eyes while keeping both hands on the sides of your face. 

“They were alphabatized!” 

“Whatever.” You sniff, tears now dry on your cheeks as your thumbs wipe at the corner of Tendou’s eyes, looking up at him doe-eyed. 

“...Can we get into bed together?” 

Tendou’s grin was wide as he lifted your hand to his lips, scarlet eyes filled with now feigned sadness as he kisses your knuckle.

“But then who would bring us tea?” 

“I don’t want tea, Satori!” 

Oikawa

“They don’t mean anything to me, Y/N.”

“Hm? I didn’t say anything.” You bite back, jerking away from Oikawa’s motions to help you drape your jacket off your body as you do it yourself. The brunette sighs, slipping his frames off his face to wipe at them with the end of his shirt, not looking up.

“You don’t have to. I know when you get like this, and you didn’t have to make a scene.” 

“A scene?!” You blink in disbelief as Oikawa puts his frames back on, shaking his head slightly as if getting annoyed all over again. 

“What do you want me to do? Physically push them away?” 

“How about, I have a girlfriend so hands off?” 

“I guess there just isn’t any winning with you, is there, Y/N?” 

You chuckle humorlessly, turning on your heel to face him head-on with a lump in your throat. “Well then why keep up the flirting act right in front of me? Unless it’s not an act, then-” 

“How could you even say that?” 

Oikawa’s breath caught in his throat, watching your eyes well up with unshed tears of insecurity as you huff, throwing your jacket on the couch while turning around. 

“Because maybe they’ll be good enough for me to lose you.” Your voice came out in a whisper, but they didn’t fall on deaf ears as the tears now streamed freely down your cheeks. Gently, Oikawa’s arms pull you into his embrace as chocolate-orbs now riddled with guilt peer down at you, not flinching when you push lightly on his chest. 

His hold on you tightens, mumbling into your hair. 

“They’re not you, princess.” 

Oikawa couldn’t help smile slightly at the way you relaxed at the nickname, seeing he was no longer calling you by your given one, as he placed a gentle kiss atop your head, not minding the dampness on his shoulder. 

“No one’s like you, so don’t think for a goddamn minute that there’s someone better, because I can guarantee you-” 

You whimper a little when he lifts you by the chin, kissing one of your teary eyes now rid of any anger as his own stare sweetly at you through black frames.

“There isn’t.” 

Kageyama

“Um, is it “National Ignore Your Significant Other Day” or are you pissed at me about something?”

“Hm. Funny joke for someone who pretends like it’s that holiday every single day.”

You don’t miss a beat, not looking up from the manga you were reading as you lay on your back upon your bed. Kageyama huffs at the fact that you don’t even spare him a glance before he takes a cautious seat on the edge of your bed. 

“What are you talking about?” Kageyama just wanted cuddles. After a grueling practice yesterday and not seeing you wait up for him today, all he wanted was to fall asleep next to you. 

“Nothing.” You say easily, and Kageyama frowns when he sees the slight tremble in your hold as you flip through the pages. Your eyes stay on the inked paper as Kageyama concentrates really hard, slipping off his jacket before blue-eyed widen in realization as he stops taking his jacket off mid-way. 

“Shit....shit wait, yesterday wasn’t our ten months, was it?” 

“And they say romance is dead.” You quip, letting the manga fall to your side as your eyes lock onto your ceiling with a heat threatening to spill over. “It’s not like you stood me up or anything, so don’t worry.” 

“Oh, well that’s good-” 

“Tobio, baby that was sarcasm.” You can’t help the venemous edge to your voice before you huff, Kageyama blinking in bewilderment as you turn on your side, facing away from him. You bite the inside of your cheek. 

“I-I’m sorry...Y/N, I really forgot-” 

“Because it wasn’t important to you, right?” You laugh a little, no humor behind the sound as you trace patterns onto your bedsheets. “Not as important as volleyball?” 

“Don’t say that.” His words were harder now, and you gasp a little when Kageyama sits you up, forcing you to face him while glaring slightly at you, a blush on his cheeks. 

“You...I thought today was the date. That’s why I stayed extra hours yesterday...so I can give all of today to you, and I fucked up, but...” 

Kageyama clicks his tongue, shuffling around in his jacket pocket before emerging with a chain, a single charm holding two letters on it- kt. 

“I’m sorry I’m a dumbass sometimes. Just...can I put this on you? And then can we just sleep and then wake up so we can go to some ridulous fancy-ass dinner?” 

The moisture in your eyes was no longer of sadness as you lurched forward, kissing him sweetly on the lips as Kageyama sighs in relief at your touch, pressing the small of your back against him to close the distance even further- 

it was all he had wanted, after all. 

Atsumu

“You’re not mad at me right now, sweetheart.” 

“Oh, I’m not? Thank you for the sudden revelation!” You gasp in shock, Atsumu hot on your heels as you furiously walked down the halls of one of the Black Jackals tournaments. 

“Okay, you might be a little mad-” 

“I’m pissed, Atsumu! That was your image, and people already think I’m messing it up-” You spin on your heel, sighing when Atsumu has to physically stop himself from crashing into you. He visibly wilts, and you swear you can see puppy dog ears atop his head as his shoulders sink. 

“What happened to Tsum Tsum?” 

“That’s all you heard?!” 

“Why would I give a fuck about what the people think?” Atsumu blinks innocently. “All I care about is you...is that so wrong?” 

You bite your lip, knowing he was being cute on purpose before rolling your eyes, trying not to give in. 

“You don’t threaten the people in the audience, Atsumu!” 

“Uh, yes I do if they’re eyein up my girl, sweetheart.” Atsumu’s brow raises as if he can’t believe this is even a discussion. “That ass is mine.” 

“Atsumu!” You scold, cheeks flooding with heat as the passerbys look at the two of you strangely, prompting Atsumu to huff while crossing his arms.

“Don’t call me that!” 

You groan, knowing there was no winning with your man-child of a boyfriend before Atsumu’s lips begin to lift, knowing he had successfully dispelled of your annoyance. 

“Just...you make me so tired, you know that?” 

“Aw, darlin’“ You can’t help the smile on your lips when he kisses your forehead sweetly, trailing down to your nose while hitting you with that shit-eating smirk. 

“It’s what I do best.” 

“Is everything about the bedroom with you?” 

“Well, it is when you’re standing here in front of me looking like you want me to-” 

“Public, Tsum Tsum! We’re in public.” 

“Didn’t care then, don’t care now. Lighten up, sweetheart.” 

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