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stop this madness my iwa fic is FLOPPING this is so embarrassing

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THE DREADED QUESTION.

you face a choice: keep letting iwaizumi hajime shatter you piece by piece, or walk away from the man you love but can never truly have.

❍ features. iwaizumi hajime, gn reader, angst

❍ note. 1104 words, not proofread, iwa n reader are smokers, hahaha don't agree to be fwb w someone ur in love w guys! PLEASE REBLOG AND HELP ME GROW!

the sound of heavy rain was accompanied by the busy cars as they zoomed past the shabby but brightly lit corner store you found yourself taking shelter in. 

you went out for a breath of the cold night air after having a little squabble with your friends. you understand they were just concerned for you, that their hurtful words were only let out in the heat of the moment, but what do they know? you were only looking for words of comfort, as you always do and now all of a sudden, they’re sick and tired of hearing about your…your thing with iwaizumi hajime?

fuck that, if they were tired of hearing about it, who says you aren’t tired of living it? they were acting like just two months ago, you all weren’t giggling and kicking your feet together when you told them stories about your time with the guy. 

you sigh as you recall the words your friends said, “you’re so fucking stupid, y/n. how much are you going to let him take from you until you realize this isn’t going anywhere?”

you hate them. you hate the pitiful looks that they give you when you tell them you spent the night at his house. you hate how they always tell you to be careful around him. why would you need to? he’s a nice guy. you hate how they always say negative things about him because they’re not true at all, he just doesn’t want to commit to anyone right now!

you hate them so much because you know they’re right. you just keep letting him take and take until this is all you’re left with, an empty shell of the person you used to be. 

a cigarette makes contact with you lips as you sit down on the bench outside the corner shop. you rummage through your pockets for your lighter, cursing when you realize you left it at home. you were just about to stand up to go inside the shop to buy a new one when you hear a flick of a lighter. turning to your side, you see a person reaching his hand out to you.

“this what you need?” you hear, “c’mon, y/n, what will you ever do without me?” 

yeah, what will i do without you?

a scoff escapes your lips as you snatch the lighter from his hand, finally lighting the cigarette you kept between your lips. “how’d you know where i was?”

hajime shrugs, “intuition? i always know where you are.” he sits down on the bench beside you. “so, what are you doing here when it’s pouring like crazy?”

you take a drag before speaking, “just needed some air.” your eyes watch as he pulls out his own pack. “what about you? what are you doing out?”

his face is momentarily lit up by the flame as he lights his cigarette. “was out with the guys. maki invited us for some drinks with some people he knew.” 

you merely hum in reply, your eyes too busy drinking in the sight of his figure illuminated by the bright light above you, how his hair was damp, despite having an umbrella, how his large hand reaches up to his lips you love so much to take a drag. 

your longing gaze was suddenly met with his own as he turned to look at you. “how long are you planning to stay out here?” 

the question hangs in the air for a moment. you look into his deep and obscure cocoa eyes, and just for a moment, you felt so seen. those eyes that you’re staring into never fails to understand you so well, despite not having to say anything much. they always know what you want, even if you yourself don’t know it yet. but you know, the eyes that understand you better than you understand yourself, are the very set of eyes that you fail to comprehend time and time again.

“wanna go back to mine?” your breath hitches when he asks. you knew it was going to lead to this one way or another, it always does. that doesn’t make it any less earth-shattering for you. 

you want to say no, you always do. but the word is left at the tip of your tongue, never being uttered to him. why was it so hard to say no to him? why couldn’t you just say it? it was the easiest word to say! 

you cower from his gaze, turning to your right. you knew this had to stop. you were getting tired of this thing you had with him. and for once in your life, you felt pity for yourself. you knew you deserved better, but damn him. who else is a better fit than him when he’s everything you’ve ever wanted and more?

you curse yourself for letting it get to this point. you were nothing but a friend that he lays at night with, a hole he could fill. he tells you you’re different from anyone else in his life, that he holds a sort of affection for you. but how much of this was actually concrete? 

finally, you found the courage to speak after what felt like years. “hajime, what are we?” 

you couldn’t bring it to yourself to gauge his reaction, you already know you caught him off-guard with your question with how his breath hitched. he shuffles from his seat, moving to your right and ultimately forcing you to look at him. 

“we’re friends, aren’t we?” 

the cigarette falls from your hand to the ground, you harshly stomp your foot on it to put it out. “friends, yeah.” was all you could reply with.

“so, my place?” the nerve to ask that, the absolute nerve. tears threaten to gush out your eyes, but you try your hardest to hold them back. 

this is where you decide what happens next. you love him so much it eats you up inside every time he looks at you with those frustratingly alluring eyes of his. you love him so much and you want him to stay, to finally choose you, because you know you’re good for him. but you’re tired of blaming him for your lovesick decisions. 

so you decide that this was the last time you would share a cigarette together. this was the last time he was going to ever lay his hands on you. this was the last time he was going to charm his way into every fibre of your being.

your voice comes out in a whisper, “okay. let’s go back to your place.”

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THE DREADED QUESTION.

you face a choice: keep letting iwaizumi hajime shatter you piece by piece, or walk away from the man you love but can never truly have.

❍ features. iwaizumi hajime, gn reader, angst

❍ note. 1104 words, not proofread, iwa n reader are smokers, hahaha don't agree to be fwb w someone ur in love w guys! PLEASE REBLOG AND HELP ME GROW!

the sound of heavy rain was accompanied by the busy cars as they zoomed past the shabby but brightly lit corner store you found yourself taking shelter in. 

you went out for a breath of the cold night air after having a little squabble with your friends. you understand they were just concerned for you, that their hurtful words were only let out in the heat of the moment, but what do they know? you were only looking for words of comfort, as you always do and now all of a sudden, they’re sick and tired of hearing about your…your thing with iwaizumi hajime?

fuck that, if they were tired of hearing about it, who says you aren’t tired of living it? they were acting like just two months ago, you all weren’t giggling and kicking your feet together when you told them stories about your time with the guy. 

you sigh as you recall the words your friends said, “you’re so fucking stupid, y/n. how much are you going to let him take from you until you realize this isn’t going anywhere?”

you hate them. you hate the pitiful looks that they give you when you tell them you spent the night at his house. you hate how they always tell you to be careful around him. why would you need to? he’s a nice guy. you hate how they always say negative things about him because they’re not true at all, he just doesn’t want to commit to anyone right now!

you hate them so much because you know they’re right. you just keep letting him take and take until this is all you’re left with, an empty shell of the person you used to be. 

a cigarette makes contact with you lips as you sit down on the bench outside the corner shop. you rummage through your pockets for your lighter, cursing when you realize you left it at home. you were just about to stand up to go inside the shop to buy a new one when you hear a flick of a lighter. turning to your side, you see a person reaching his hand out to you.

“this what you need?” you hear, “c’mon, y/n, what will you ever do without me?” 

yeah, what will i do without you?

a scoff escapes your lips as you snatch the lighter from his hand, finally lighting the cigarette you kept between your lips. “how’d you know where i was?”

hajime shrugs, “intuition? i always know where you are.” he sits down on the bench beside you. “so, what are you doing here when it’s pouring like crazy?”

you take a drag before speaking, “just needed some air.” your eyes watch as he pulls out his own pack. “what about you? what are you doing out?”

his face is momentarily lit up by the flame as he lights his cigarette. “was out with the guys. maki invited us for some drinks with some people he knew.” 

you merely hum in reply, your eyes too busy drinking in the sight of his figure illuminated by the bright light above you, how his hair was damp, despite having an umbrella, how his large hand reaches up to his lips you love so much to take a drag. 

your longing gaze was suddenly met with his own as he turned to look at you. “how long are you planning to stay out here?” 

the question hangs in the air for a moment. you look into his deep and obscure cocoa eyes, and just for a moment, you felt so seen. those eyes that you’re staring into never fails to understand you so well, despite not having to say anything much. they always know what you want, even if you yourself don’t know it yet. but you know, the eyes that understand you better than you understand yourself, are the very set of eyes that you fail to comprehend time and time again.

“wanna go back to mine?” your breath hitches when he asks. you knew it was going to lead to this one way or another, it always does. that doesn’t make it any less earth-shattering for you. 

you want to say no, you always do. but the word is left at the tip of your tongue, never being uttered to him. why was it so hard to say no to him? why couldn’t you just say it? it was the easiest word to say! 

you cower from his gaze, turning to your right. you knew this had to stop. you were getting tired of this thing you had with him. and for once in your life, you felt pity for yourself. you knew you deserved better, but damn him. who else is a better fit than him when he’s everything you’ve ever wanted and more?

you curse yourself for letting it get to this point. you were nothing but a friend that he lays at night with, a hole he could fill. he tells you you’re different from anyone else in his life, that he holds a sort of affection for you. but how much of this was actually concrete? 

finally, you found the courage to speak after what felt like years. “hajime, what are we?” 

you couldn’t bring it to yourself to gauge his reaction, you already know you caught him off-guard with your question with how his breath hitched. he shuffles from his seat, moving to your right and ultimately forcing you to look at him. 

“we’re friends, aren’t we?” 

the cigarette falls from your hand to the ground, you harshly stomp your foot on it to put it out. “friends, yeah.” was all you could reply with.

“so, my place?” the nerve to ask that, the absolute nerve. tears threaten to gush out your eyes, but you try your hardest to hold them back. 

this is where you decide what happens next. you love him so much it eats you up inside every time he looks at you with those frustratingly alluring eyes of his. you love him so much and you want him to stay, to finally choose you, because you know you’re good for him. but you’re tired of blaming him for your lovesick decisions. 

so you decide that this was the last time you would share a cigarette together. this was the last time he was going to ever lay his hands on you. this was the last time he was going to charm his way into every fibre of your being.

your voice comes out in a whisper, “okay. let’s go back to your place.”

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used wheel of fortune to choose which character i'd write next 🤸

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Biblically accurate Jesus Christ

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fem. reader, not proofread, 815 words

miya atsumu has a problem.

well, multiple problems. but all his problems boil down to the teacher’s assistant in his physiology class.

it was annoying how she’d always hold him back after lectures to remind him of his deadlines, how she’s always up his ass about his test scores, and how she’d never fail to mention tutoring for him.

he doesn't need a tutor, his grades are average! and besides, he didn’t get a scholarship to be a star student, he was asked to be there to play volleyball, dammit.

his friends tease him about his academic performance, which further annoys him because again, he is not failing! he’s only missed like….five deadlines..but he still managed to submit them after a week!

he doubts he’s the only one falling behind in class, so why does that damn ta always single him out?

“i don’t know why you’re complainin’ so much ‘bout her. it sounds like you’re her problem more than anything.” atsumu pouts at this, his stupid brother doesn’t know anything.

“you don't understand. she definitely has it out for me. i don’t remember doin’ anything to her but she definitely has a grudge against me.”

sunarin chimes in, “y/n? sweet little y/n? grudge isn’t in her vocabulary, you’re just stupid.”

“and how would you know? you friends with her or somethin’?” atsumu rolls his eyes at his friend. god, even when she wasn't around, she still manages to put a sneer on his face.

“nah, we’re just cool like that. we were in a group project for biochem.” 

“let me guess, she was all strict n uptight about your part.” he has a smirk on his face, confident that y/n was as bad to suna as she was with him.

“easiest person to work on a project with.” suna counters atsumu’s smug look with his own. 

atsumu reacts to this by groaning loudly and frustratedly pulling his hair while osamu and suna snicker.

“remember, midterms are next week!” the professor’s reminder gets drowned by the noise of students’ chatter as they go bustling out of the lecture hall. atsumu scurries out with the rest, already dreading the coming week. his eyes narrow as he nears the exit, spotting his biggest headache by the doors, seemingly waiting for him. 

he lets out a loud sigh when he hears you call out his name before he could even try to blend in with the other students. he quickly wipes off his irked expression and mustered up a polite smile. 

“hey atsumu, sorry for holding you up again. i just wanted to talk to you about something.” you gave him a smile that looked sweet, and he wasn’t used to sweet.

atsumu raises a brow at this. now why in the world are you smiling like that when you’re probably just going to scold him again for his missing work?

“what did you want to ask?” he couldn’t help but feel a bit apprehensive, this was certainly not how he expected you to greet him, all smiley and upbeat, a stark contrast to your usual serious attitude towards him.

“so as you know, midterms are coming up,” atsumu internally sighs and braces himself for the usual words that were going to come out of your lips, “and i was wondering if you’d like to study together.”

now this. this is definitely not what he was expecting at all. his brows shot up at what he heard, “you mean you wanna tutor me?”

“no, not like that!” you chuckled, “just studying, but like, with the two of us.” you awkwardly explained.

is she asking me out on a date? a study date? is what atsumu thought, because his mind was so boggled that you, the annoying ta, was asking him, miya atsumu, if he wanted to study for midterms together.

“uh yer askin’ me?” his accent accidentally slips out, a telltale sign of just how puzzled he was. “i mean, yer askin’ me ‘cuz of my shit grades, right?”

your smile gets wider, perhaps too wide, but atsumu’s not surprised any more so than he already was. he watches as you erupt into a fit of giggles at his question. it’s cute, he thinks. you’re cute, when you’re not bugging him about school. he could finally see your charm, now that he actually looked at you with his mind quiet of disgruntled thoughts of you.

“no no, you’re actually doing very well recently. i know we have some classes together so i just, y’know, thought i’d ask.” atsumu sees your wide smile ease into a more bashful one. just when he thought you couldn’t get prettier. you really are full of surprises, and atsumu is so pleasantly surprised.

atsumu releases an amused breath and flashes you his famous grin, “sure, i’d like that.”

“meet me in the library later?”

“great, its a study date.”

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fem. reader, not proofread, 815 words

miya atsumu has a problem.

well, multiple problems. but all his problems boil down to the teacher’s assistant in his physiology class.

it was annoying how she’d always hold him back after lectures to remind him of his deadlines, how she’s always up his ass about his test scores, and how she’d never fail to mention tutoring for him.

he doesn't need a tutor, his grades are average! and besides, he didn’t get a scholarship to be a star student, he was asked to be there to play volleyball, dammit.

his friends tease him about his academic performance, which further annoys him because again, he is not failing! he’s only missed like….five deadlines..but he still managed to submit them after a week!

he doubts he’s the only one falling behind in class, so why does that damn ta always single him out?

“i don’t know why you’re complainin’ so much ‘bout her. it sounds like you’re her problem more than anything.” atsumu pouts at this, his stupid brother doesn’t know anything.

“you don't understand. she definitely has it out for me. i don’t remember doin’ anything to her but she definitely has a grudge against me.”

sunarin chimes in, “y/n? sweet little y/n? grudge isn’t in her vocabulary, you’re just stupid.”

“and how would you know? you friends with her or somethin’?” atsumu rolls his eyes at his friend. god, even when she wasn't around, she still manages to put a sneer on his face.

“nah, we’re just cool like that. we were in a group project for biochem.” 

“let me guess, she was all strict n uptight about your part.” he has a smirk on his face, confident that y/n was as bad to suna as she was with him.

“easiest person to work on a project with.” suna counters atsumu’s smug look with his own. 

atsumu reacts to this by groaning loudly and frustratedly pulling his hair while osamu and suna snicker.

“remember, midterms are next week!” the professor’s reminder gets drowned by the noise of students’ chatter as they go bustling out of the lecture hall. atsumu scurries out with the rest, already dreading the coming week. his eyes narrow as he nears the exit, spotting his biggest headache by the doors, seemingly waiting for him. 

he lets out a loud sigh when he hears you call out his name before he could even try to blend in with the other students. he quickly wipes off his irked expression and mustered up a polite smile. 

“hey atsumu, sorry for holding you up again. i just wanted to talk to you about something.” you gave him a smile that looked sweet, and he wasn’t used to sweet.

atsumu raises a brow at this. now why in the world are you smiling like that when you’re probably just going to scold him again for his missing work?

“what did you want to ask?” he couldn’t help but feel a bit apprehensive, this was certainly not how he expected you to greet him, all smiley and upbeat, a stark contrast to your usual serious attitude towards him.

“so as you know, midterms are coming up,” atsumu internally sighs and braces himself for the usual words that were going to come out of your lips, “and i was wondering if you’d like to study together.”

now this. this is definitely not what he was expecting at all. his brows shot up at what he heard, “you mean you wanna tutor me?”

“no, not like that!” you chuckled, “just studying, but like, with the two of us.” you awkwardly explained.

is she asking me out on a date? a study date? is what atsumu thought, because his mind was so boggled that you, the annoying ta, was asking him, miya atsumu, if he wanted to study for midterms together.

“uh yer askin’ me?” his accent accidentally slips out, a telltale sign of just how puzzled he was. “i mean, yer askin’ me ‘cuz of my shit grades, right?”

your smile gets wider, perhaps too wide, but atsumu’s not surprised any more so than he already was. he watches as you erupt into a fit of giggles at his question. it’s cute, he thinks. you’re cute, when you’re not bugging him about school. he could finally see your charm, now that he actually looked at you with his mind quiet of disgruntled thoughts of you.

“no no, you’re actually doing very well recently. i know we have some classes together so i just, y’know, thought i’d ask.” atsumu sees your wide smile ease into a more bashful one. just when he thought you couldn’t get prettier. you really are full of surprises, and atsumu is so pleasantly surprised.

atsumu releases an amused breath and flashes you his famous grin, “sure, i’d like that.”

“meet me in the library later?”

“great, its a study date.”

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hellaur..... 🧍🏻

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hmmm

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# — ;; KIA¡!

lia x tsukishima kei

now playing . . . . me and my husband by mitski!

you and kei both met when he was at an ice cream parlor after school. he was about to walk in when you were about to head out, which resulted in you dumping your soft serve treat to his uniform. of course being kei, he didn't let it slide. so he told you that all is forgiven if you pay for his order. this became an everyday thing, meeting up after school and taking turns treating each other. it wasn't long before he confessed with your favorite dessert and straight up told you his feelings. like no heads up or whatever.

@kweenbeen

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# — ;; YUCK¡!

yukae x luck voltia

now playing . . . . this side of paradise by coyote theory!

sorry bae no hc idk him 🤕🙏🏻

@yukae-rin

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hi mutuals pls send in ur selfships too n i'll make u an mb im bored :/

# — ;; ATSUKORE¡!

now playing . . . . cigarettes and feelings by the haunt!

mfs met when atsumu heard music playing from the music room and decided to check it out; there, he saw you playing your kuromi themed guitar. after that he kept coming back every lunch time and pesters you until you accepted his friendship. it takes a while for him to admit his feelings for you. actually, you were the one who confessed. you had your first gig at a small restaurant and He came for support. you performed a song you wrote about him and how much you were annoyingly in love with him.

i lov him :((

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made a sideblog for shits and giggles @aeskore

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❍ feeling at home // miya atsumu, tsukishima kei, hinata shoyo, kuroo tetsurou // fluff

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FEELING AT HOME.

❍ features. miya atsumu, tsukishima kei, hinata shoyo, kuroo tetsurou

❍ note. very first time writing pls don't bully me </3 reblogs are highly appreciated :>

⇢ . . . with miya atsumu, nothing is ever the same. from opening your eyes and staring at his face that was still in deep slumber (with a bit of drool from his lips) to falling asleep beside him as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear. though your days together were spent in many different ways, you know that your mini morning and night routines never failed to make you feel at home.

⇢ . . . there was something about tsukishima kei. or rather, something about the things he does to you and for you that makes you feel like you were the only person in the world. you tried as hard as you can, but you just couldn't point your finger to whatever he did to make you feel this way. you were convinced he was some magical creature for making you so helpless. everything he did was for you and your future together.

⇢ . . . it's common knowledge that hinata shoyo is a ball of sunshine. from the moment you laid your eyes on him, you knew that you wanted to give him the world and even more. and when you finally got to know him, god, he made you want to hold him in your arms and never let him go, too afraid that everything else in the world might taint his innocence. being with him was such a relief of fresh air, he made you forget about everything else and just live in the moment of serenity you share with him.

⇢ . . . kuroo tetsurou was a man of many words. and damn did he know it. his endless words of flattery never failed to make heat rise up to your whole body, making it hard to ignore the tenderness your heart was feeling. everyday he tells you how much he adores you yet you can never get used to it. frankly, you don't think you can ever do. everyday you think you can handle his words, but the moment words escape his lips, your whole being crumbles and your heart sings in pure euphoria.

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❍ karasuno

— hinata shoyo

— kageyama tobio

— tsukishima kei

— nishinoya yuu

— hitoka yachi

❍ aoba johsai

— oikawa tooru

— iwaizumi hajime

❍ nekoma

— kuroo tetsurou

— kozume kenma

— lev haiba

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— bokuto koutarou

— akaashi keiji

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— ushijima wakatoshi

— tendou satori

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— miya atsumu

— miya osamu

— suna rintarou

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— ukai keishin

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