#haikyuu!! romance | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

idlerin · 1 year

Text

NONSENSE

an oikawa tooru social media au

pairing. celebrity!oikawa tooru x f!reader

synopsis. you were oikawa tooru’s #1 fan, until you became his #1 hater. you hated him so much you went viral on twitter (accidentally) and literally became known as “the oikawa tooru hater”, doesn’t help that he keeps fueling the fire by subtweeting you. everyone is all in for this new drama. what isn’t known to the public, is that this particular drama’s been on hold for three years (him being your ex and all).

tags. social media au, celebrity smau, college au, exes to lovers, second chance romance, idiots in love, crack, humor (hopefully), fluff, and perhaps a little angst? ehe (groveling !!)

warnings. time stamps dont really matter unless i say so, cursing, some drinking alcohol n stuff and sometimes suggestive but nothing graphic

status. completed (01/15/23 - 02/11/24)

— playlist.

teasers

teaser 1 — teaser 1.5 — teaser 2

profiles

[name]’s pe(s)ts | in need of medical attention

episodes !

(⚘) — has narrative parts

ACT I

01. rid me of my despair

02. murder is ethically wrong

03. he’s literally everywhere

04. i’m NOT petty (⚘)

05. i think i’ve seen this film before

06. he’s back !

07. baby girl of all baby girls

08. the famous friend

09. forget me not

10. why are you running!? (⚘)

ACT II

11. blast from the past

12. i despise you (⚘)

13. villains are hot (⚘)

14. adulting and other important stuff (⚘)

15. what we look forward to

16. a nightmare dressed like a daydream

17. antithetical girlie

18. this is the tactic (⚘)

19. honey it hurts (⚘)

20. exes and ohs

21. takoyaki cravings

22. kill me with kindness

23. tell me, tell me (⚘)

24. do you think about me?

25. wish u were sober (⚘)

ACT III

26. you look like shit (⚘)

27. a taste of fame

28. reminds me of

29. helpless, breathless (⚘)

30. oh how you woo me

31. all over again

32. disconnected

33. this love is so illogical

34. don’t care if you ruin me (⚘)

35. hate clingy men

36. need you like oxygen (⚘)

37. media craze

38. hard to love (⚘)

39. coming home

40. only your love

EPILOGUE

41. new friends

42. love languages

43. utterly nonsensical

end

✦

bonus content

post break-up [name]

don’t you know that i’m intoxicated !

you said you liked the way i spoke

unsent letter #1

one of the boys

kuroo being a menace for 12 panels straight

taglist is CLOSED !

to be REMOVED from the taglist you can just send an ask or comment :)

notes. hey so i’m starting my first smau series?!!? *squeals and kicks feet in excitement* i hope i get to finish it lmao i plan to not make it that long prolly around only like 30 chaps! hope u’ll enjoy reading it as much as i’ll enjoy making it! also thank you everyone for 200 followers! i rlly appreciate it <3

icons used as pfps are not mine but the content of this smau is. please do not repost this on any other platform. © idlerin 2023

2K notes · View notes

shoyoackerman · 3 months

Text

“they’re just friends why are you shipping them” “you’ve never heard of bromance” “they’re not gay”

Tell that to the directors, writers and artist who barely put any energy into the supposed love interest of the show/movie. Like the two characters who aren’t supposed to be shipped and are friends only, are literally dying for each other and expressing love in subtle or niche ways only the other person would know.

Whilst the mc and love interest chemistry is drier than the fcking sun.

so uh blame the writes and directors for being lowkey (highkey) shippers

This obviously isn’t for every canon ship, since some are rlly well written. But like theirs a reason fans are shipping characters together.

271 notes · View notes

yenonnoff · 9 months

Text

TEACH ME HOW TO LOVE!

atsumu miya x fem!reader

⌒☆ synopsis : when y/n l/n, a rising actress, decides to star in a romance film that could make or break her career, she’s unable to showcase her skills, revealing her inexperience within the romance department instead. worst of all, atsumu miya, her co-star and the main lead’s love interest, seems to hate her guts! with absolutely, unbearably zero chemistry between the two, an idea was proposed: spend time with one another in the upcoming weeks. will y/n be able to ignore her professionalism and listen to her heart? and will she, a clueless romantic, be able to pick up on the signs her co-star is sending her?

⌒☆ content: actors/celebrity au, social media au, modern au, enemies (got off on the wrong foot) to friends to lovers, slow burn (sorry 😞), mild angst, fluff, crack/humor

⌒☆ warnings: she/her pronouns used, contains swearing, mentions alcohol/alcohol consumption

⌒☆ status: on-going (07/18/23)

🎬 chapter names may change as the story progresses + unless stated differently, ignore all timestamps

🎬🎧 — playlist

STARRING:

｡ｏ♡ HOT dummies // mentally sane + atsumu ig? ｡ｏ♡

( minor chars! )

LIGHTS:

01. vengeance (like batman)

02. vroom vroom! im here (୨୧)

03. wtf is love

04. sweet dreams (or not)

05. hi, mr. charismatic

06. give me a break (୨୧)

07. morning madness

08. you ruined my coffee with your scowl (୨୧)

09. emergency conference meeting!

10. strangers (?) at an amusement park (୨୧)

11. perhaps a malfunction?

12. a mistake, 100% a mistake

13. your words

14. message sent, message received

15. tolerate! tolerate! tolerate!

16. me, you, and a beautiful sunset (୨୧)

CAMERA:

17. snap out of it!

18. brewing up a storm

19. do not disturb

20. conversation over coffee

21. cat chase (୨୧)

22. tba

ACTION:

...

a/n: hi!! this is my first ever smau + my first time posting on tumblr so pls be patient if smth looks off (and if smth does, pls kindly inform me!!). i want to thank @idlerin for inspiring me to make this, so many thanks to syl!! u should check out her smaus and other works, theyre all amazing!! asides from that, i want to give the fattest biggest thanks to my best friend may (@kqbukimono) for putting up w/ my spontaneous questions and for giving the best advice ever (ure the best ig 😜). she also helped me choose the title! ok im being too nice, he might make fun of me. thank u so much to everyone who is planning on reading my smau!

taglist is open! dm or ask to be a part of it!

451 notes · View notes

kuroowo · 1 year

Text

Consider this:

Miya Atsumu, kicking his feet and giggling into his pillow when he sees a text from you asking him out on a date. Crushing hard and blushing even harder, as if you two haven’t already been dating for 3 years.

#ITS SO CUTE BECAUSE HES SO CUTE ABOUT ROMANCE #I STAND BY IT #hq #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyū!!#hq.stuff #hq.fics

944 notes · View notes

jahnavisurenda-21 · 22 days

Text

Haikiyu!||Waktoshi Ushijima X Reader|| Introduction to Dating Him

These click keyboards are everywhere. Introducing a new character, you can read if you watch Haikiyuu.

He's firstly usually very blunt, but somehow, you grew to love that part of him. It bothered you at first if you should ask his opinions on different date ideas, or sometimes he was just trying to sneak in a compliment for yourself if you wore a new outfit or a sandal that really suited your style.

You later realized you were worrying about literally nothing, he didn't always open his mouth and shower you with overflowing compliments, or show you off to anyone, but you never felt the need for him to do so.

It was because he was earnest, he gave you literally princess treatment and he was shocked one day,

"I wish I could like you know openly ask your opinions on certain things, but I'm afraid you would find it too clingy or annoying." That one line was sending your body to a nervous breakdown, it was as if oxygen could no longer be supplied to your cells.

For a moment Ushijima said nothing, but then, "I don't think that about you, you look beautiful... in every outfit you wear, even in your pajamas when we are watching movies together, I should have been more honest in letting you know how I feel. I'm not used to this."

You couldn't help but, let your lips curve to a smile of relief and the occasional squealing whenever you read romance novels.

Ushijima's love language was gift-giving and actions, he would support you like an actual iron wall, and he was the responsible one,

He knew how to have fun and goof around, but he also knew where to draw the line,

He's insanely protective, which is another part of Ushijima that makes you blush, he would not stand you getting bullied, or if someone takes their teasing too far.

He has the best hugs to offer you, you feel him as comfort, it's because you know that he is honest, and really kin, if it is a bad day he'll ask you what he can do for you, but, if you need time for yourself, he understands. But, before the day ends, he'll call you and ask you if you're alright again.

You never will question his loyalty. His authenticity. His awkwardness sometimes makes it hard to control your giggles, which gets you death glares, that you've never taken seriously.

He's the kind of man, who would make good husbands.

#lovestories #romance #romance fanfiction #haikyuu #haikyu x reader #haikiyuxy/n #haikyuromance #haikiyuWaktoshiUshijima #haikiyuWaktoshiUshijimaXReader #haikiyuromance #ushijima x you #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima x reader #ushijmaxreaderfluff

93 notes · View notes

captain-lessship · 1 year

Text

Random Haikyuu x Reader Head Cannons

Kuroo:

He actually doesn’t cuddle you in your sleep. Controversial, I know but given his sleeping position, he just can’t.

To every rule there is an exception: He will cuddle you til you fall asleep. After you’re asleep, he removes his arms from you.

You stay pressed to his side and he enjoys you being there

You almost always fall asleep before you. But you always wake up before him.

You peer your eye over the edge of the blanket, smile hidden as you admire his squished face he has in between pillows

Bokuto:

Surprisingly a good dancer. True he gets a little excited and spins you a little too much but he has great rhythm and timing

Loves dancing with you. Anywhere. Anytime.

Dances in public. There is so many videos of him and you that were trending do to his volleyball fame

Dances in the kitchen, til you complain that the food might burn.

He loves dipping and spinning you.

The giggles you let out are the reason he loves it.

Kenma:

no matter you cook for this man, he sees it a a five Michelin star meal

If he thinks really hard, he can almost taste the very first meal you cooked him.

You bring him hearty snacks when he’s gaming.

Has asked you to feed it to him so he can continue gaming. (you said no)

He jokes you’re a healer with your food. Stamina +10, Sadness -25

You sneak vegetables into every dish

On the *extremely* rare occasion he offers to help, you and him are quite the cooking duo

A way to a man’s heart is through his stomach

Sugawara:

Married old couple energy

You have matching chairs, they are also right next to each other

He loves to watch you do your hobbies even if he isn’t interested in them. He’s more focused on the joy that they bring you

You didn’t even confess. It was more of you spent everyday with each other and asked “Are we dating?” And he replied with “Yeah?”

Soulmates. Period.

All of your friends say your relationship goals even you just think you both are mature enough to be with each other

Even when problems do arise, it never lead to a screaming match. Instead you talk through the issue with terms like “I know you did this because of *blank*, but I did not like that/understand why because *blank*”. If you two can’t come to an agreement and are getting agitated: you both will go into separate rooms to calm down.

Healthy relationship baddies

331 notes · View notes

lssugaluv · 7 months

Text

The way he asks you to marry him.

Fem reader x various Haikyuu characters.

• Haikyuu Headcanons.

• Small Stories + Headcanons.

• Contains: Fluff, bunch of it. How long you’ve been dating for, romance, sweetness, petnames, high school to adult romance.(most of them.)

• Characters: Ushijima, Kuroo, Sugawara, Atsumu, & Suna.

Sugawara;

You and Suga have been dating for 4 years now. You began dating on your third year of high school.

You were the girl of his dreams. When he had finally gained the courage to ask you to be his girlfriend, after having the biggest crush on you since your first year, he felt like he was about to pass out.

Those nerves came again when he asked you to meet him at your favorite garden in Kokedera, Kyoto. It was just the two of you, he wanted the proposal to be as intimate as can be.

He asked you to come in a cute flowy white dress he bought for you. He wore a loose white dress shirt with kacky pants and white slip on vans.

When he saw you arrive, he swore you were an Angel sent from heaven. Gorgeous as ever. Today you were just extra gorgeous to him.

At first you had no idea why he asked you to come dressed up to the garden but you didn’t question him. Once you arrived and saw him playing with his fingers and slightly flushed from his cheeks, you knew something was up.

He went ahead and grabbed both of your hands and yelled “I LOVE YOU.”

You giggle and tell him you love him as well.

“P..PL..PLEASE BE MY WIFE!”

You open your eyes wide and grow the biggest smile you can possibly have. “Baby, you don’t need to yell.” You say as you giggle. You reach in to kiss his soft lips and place your forehead on his, eyes closed. “I would love to be your wife.” As you both give each other the biggest bear hug.

Ushijima;

You and Ushijima have been dating for 3 years now.

You two met in middle school due to your family moving to Sendai and being neighbors with Ushijima. You guys will unintentionally walk to school together and back home.

In high school, you guys will hardly talk but he had always though you were very pretty. He loved how naturally beautiful you were and how happy you seem to be. He got to know after you two graduated Shiratorizawa. You both went to the same college and pursued your dream careers.

The way he asked to marry you was by taking you to the pathway to Shiratorizawa. Compared to your middle school walk, the high school was a bit further from your homes.

You guys will have to pass through a river path everyday and gorgeous greenery.

You two were walking in silence hand in hand. He always loved how your small hand fit perfectly with his huge hand. He loved how the soft wind will blow your hair and he was able to see your beautiful side view and features. He loved how every step he’ll take, you’ll try to keep up with him.

You two finally arrived to the River pathway and he had asked you to take a seat on the grass with him. You two enjoy the nature and the sounds of the river currents. Despite your now busy lives, he always enjoyed this peace with you. With no one around but just the two of you.

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you Y/N.”

You gently smile and rest your head on his shoulder , rubbing your hand up and down his forearm.

“I do too Toshi.”

He moves in front of you, blocking the view of the river, which you didn’t mind at all. He’s the view you love to see.

“Please marry me.” He says as he opens a small dark blue cube box with a simple silver band in the box.

You couldn’t help but not hold back your tears and nod your head as in yes. You stick your hand out and he places the small engagement band around your small finger. “I love you” you say as you give him the most sweetest kiss.

Suna;

You and Suna have been best friends since elementary.

You two began to actually date on your first year of high school. You have been his high school sweetheart, his biggest supporter, his best friend, his everything since day one. He knew one day he will marry you. And the day to ask the big question has came at last.

Suna has always been one to keep to himself but when it came to the two of you being alone, man was he attached to you. He always shows his true colors when only being with you. He is crazy in love with you.

The way he asks to marry you is by asking you to come over to his apartment and making dinner together.

You came dressed in a nice light pink corset top with light washed jeans and low white heels. You always loved to get dolled up for him even when he said he preferred you in his sweater and sweatpants.

He was dressed casual, a black polo shirt and some jeans, and shoes, well he had slippers on because he was inside his apartment.

You guys decide to go with chicken Alfredo pasta since today’s date night dinner was Italian. You guys always will meet up during your busy weeks, or FaceTime when he was out of the country or town due to tournaments. You will always play “Spin the Wheel” using your phone and typing which country you guys should do date night with.

Since it was Italian night, you guys made homemade pasta, got store bought Gelato, and decided to watch “Letters To Juliet.” He knew how much you love romance movies, so he always let you choose the movies.

Meanwhile you guys were eating, you noticed he was eating slower than usual. Which you grew to worry because the food was very delicious. “Rin Rin, is everything okay?” He picked up that he was overthinking and quickly stuffed pasta in his mouth. “Yes princess. The food is delicious.” He says with a mouthful.

When you cleaned up after eating and served the gelato, you meet him at the couch with the movie ready to play on Netflix. You notice that he was on his phone, which was a rule that when on date night, no phones allowed. You stopped the movie to ask him what was wrong again.

He assures you nothing is wrong and told you to play the movie. You then notice he once again is focused of his phone when you pull the phone away from his hands. He freezes when you gasped after you read what was on the Google search.

“ How to surprise girlfriend with a proposal?”

After you finished reading, you saw he was right in front of you, both knees on the ground and one small white box on your thigh. “I panicked and didn’t know how to surprise you. But I want you to be with me forever more. Sorry you had to find out through Google Y/N.”

You place the white box on the side of the couch and literally jump on him, both of your bodies dropping to the ground. You begin to give him a billions of kisses all over his face, with the biggest smile on your face. “A millions times yes Rintarou.”

Kuroo;

As he’s pacing back and forth in Kenma’s room, he finally got an idea. “I know where! I can propose to Y/N at the beach.” He says as he grabs on to his best friends shoulders, blocking his game.

Kenma moves his head to the side to get a view of his game. “I already told you that idea.”

You and Kuroo have been dating for 2 years. You guys met at work in the office. You guys actually met at the beach. It was frustrating day for him, and he loves to cool off at the beach. You had gone that day because you were supposed to go on a date, just for the guy to stood you up. You knew of one another at work but never actually spoken until that day.

He had saw you walking alone by the waves, barefoot while you were holding your heels. It was freezing that day, which he thought you were insane walking barefoot. He walks toward you when he saw you were wiping your tears and standing in front of the ocean.

“Y/N, are you okay?” You turn to face the tall man and completely ball out crying. He invited you to eat ramen after your cried it out and took you home. He waited in the living room until you showered and had made tea for you. He then had left once he saw you fully asleep, and left a note on your nightstand giving you his number.

You meet him at the beach and you see he is standing right in front of the ocean. You silently walk toward him and stand next to him, taking in the ocean breeze. “Remember two years ago when I met you at this exact spot? You were crying for some asshole meanwhile I was having a work meltdown.” He still hadn’t made any eye contact with you but continued. “I remember thinking how pretty you looked crying and wondered to myself, man, if only a girl can cry for me.”

He takes your hand and placed a small diamond ring on your left ring finger. “Let me be the one to wipe your tears on the altar when we’re getting married. I love you, always and forever. Thank you for being my everything.”

You begin to cry after staring at the tiny rock for a good 5 minutes. He gently picks up your face with his two huge hands, wiping your happy tears with his thumbs. “Yes Tetsu. Yes.”

Atsumu;

You and Atsumu have been dating for 5 years. You began to date during your second year of high school. Everyone who knew you and Atsumu gave you 1 week for you to break up with him. They always knew Atsumu to be the dumb volleyball nerd meanwhile you were a smart straight A student. You both were pretty popular, but people thought you were too much for Atsumu.

Atsumu has always been loud, obnoxious, and sometimes an airhead. But boy did he love you. He knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you as soon as you had surprised him at one of his volleyball games. “She’s the one.” He said nice and proud to his teammates that day at the locker rooms.

During the nationals, he went out of the country and had invited you with him. It was pretty tough for you to leave due to your university schedule but you had managed to make it. You were wearing his jersey that day, cheering loud and proud for your MSBY superstar.

You hear the bell and call it game and they had won. From there , some people were leaving and you were so excited to see Atsumu to congratulate him and the team. From there, you see yourself on the jumbo screen confused. You look down at Atsumu and look back up at the jumbo screen to see Atsumu on one knee with the screen saying “Marry me baby.” The screen once again goes back to you with tears running down your face and the rest of the crowd cheering loudly.

Bokuto had ran to go get you and grabs your hand and you both run to the court. Once you guys get to the doors of the entrance of the courts, Bokuto stops and leaves you on your own. You charged towards Atsumu, jumping on him and clinging on him. You gave him a huge kiss and said “I would love to marry you Atsumu.” He then pulls your head towards him and gives you three huge kisses, carrying you meanwhile the crowd roars again and all cameras on you both.

After thoughts:

• Hey y’all. Coming back to you with some fluff because why not? And Haikyuuuu head canons are my fav. I just got married through the court. So of course love is in the air and I wanted to write about proposing.

• Not Proofread. :/

• Please enjoy, like, comment & Reblog.

• Please do not copy my work. <3

153 notes · View notes

chokochip27 · 1 year

Text

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI X READER

the little things he and you do for each other

whenever you have a hard time reaching for something. . . your gentle lover, ushijima, would immediately be the first one to help you. with his stature, he definitely wouldn't have a hard time assisting you.

"oh, thank you, toshi."

"hm."

you chuckled at his reponse. it was his saying of 'no problem' or 'you're welcome'. you are endeared as you sometimes don't know how to differentiate his hums, but it's fine as long as your partner is being him. you patted his head for another indirect and silent thank you.

the man is so much in love with you and looked up at you with stars in his olive green eyes.

whenever you want to get something that fell from the ground. . . ushijima is the first one to cover the sharp edges of the table or set a hand on your head so that you won't bump into anything.

you always notice this and turn your head to look at him properly. you smile, cupping his cheek. "thank you, as always, toshi."

"hm."

yes, he may be dense in some degree, but he's one of the most considerate people ever.

and the fact that he does not hesitate to do the same little things he does for you to other people makes you fall in love with him even more.

when you two were at the park, you were hanging on one of the seesaw's seats. of course, as playful as they are when they are young, children tend to do things that aren't comprehendible to most people.

one kid decided to crawl under your seat. you were enjoying the seesaw too much to even notice the child. so when your legs were about to touch the ground, your lover put a hand on your seat. "hey there, toshi, what's up—?" you turned to him questioningly, only to follow his impassive gaze that was blinking at the kid who was almost squashed by you.

immediately, you gasped, "oh no! i'm so sorry! are you hurt?" ushijima gently helped the kid get out of their position and even held your hands so that you can get out of the seesaw carefully. "thank you," you hurriedly thanked him and knelt in front of the dumbfounded child. "are you okay? did i hit you or anything?"

thank goodness this child was so nice and precious. they grinned and pointed at ushijima. "i'm alright! thanks to this big brother over here, i wasn't hurt at all!" they assured, grinning at you.

you sighed in relief and grasped your boyfriend's hand. "that's great to hear. thank you, toshi."

he squeezed your hand back, eyes softening at you.

"hm."

ushijima doesn't know why you're always thanking him, because he knows that what he is doing is something that is considered very normal to him.

tying your shoelaces, pulling the chair for you when you two go eat together, carrying you to your bedroom when you're asleep, holding your hand in crowded places to make sure you won't get separated and more. he does all of these because he simply wants to and because he loves you so much, just as much as you do.

these are such simple and normal things to do, so why are you thanking him so much?

and he is supposed to be the one thanking you.

whenever he says that he has practice for volleyball, you don't even hesitate to prepare his things for him. his practice clothes, his kneepads, energy drinks, water and healthy food. you even add some sticky notes on his lunch box that have the words like "do your best!", "i'm always cheering you on!", "i'm so proud of you!", or something like that.

the fact that you support his passion and you don't even restrict him for it just motivates him to treat you the best he can.

not only that, but whenever he is at home, even though he tries his best and insists that he wants to help you with the household work, you always shake your head and stroke his cheek, almost lulling him into a sleep.

"don't worry, toshi. this much is something i can handle. just rest."

and no, you never win because the man you are with is extremely responsible and attentive that he will never leave you alone in doing things that require his possible assistance.

even in work related things, he tries to help even if he doesn't understand a single thing. you smile and look up from your laptop to press a kiss on his forehead.

"i'm fine, toshi. though i admit that this is a little overwhelming, i know i'll be fine with you here. thank you always for offering help."

just like you, he is just as grateful to have you by his side and wouldn't trade anything else for you.

"(y/n)."

"hm? yes?"

ushijima stared at you before giving you one of his rarest smiles.

"thank you for being here, i love you. always."

you were astonished at the declaration, but you didn't hesitate to return the gesture. you beamed, meeting his loving gaze with an equally affectionate one.

"thank you, too, toshi. i love you, forever."

---

i wanted fluff and decided that our big waka waka would be the best fit. this is only a scenario tho and im just basing this off a little on his canon character. hope u guys don't mind and i really hope you guys enjoyed this!

#ushijima imagine #ushijima scenarios #ushijima x y/n #ushijima x you #ushijima x reader #ushijima wakatoshi #haikyuu #haikyu #hq #haikyuu x reader #fluff #romance #ushijima fic #oneshot

396 notes · View notes

ms-amaryllis · 1 year

Text

how he confesses

haikyuu boys

Featuring: Kozume, Akaashi, Miya (Atsumu)

The Pretty Setters Squad (3)

Part 1, Part 2

kozume kenma

(tw: mentions of period)

"two in mid. they're low" kenma said into his mic right after he died. "you got it kyanma" was what he heard through his earphones.

kenma, kuroo, bokuto and akaashi are playing a video game called valorant. you would've joined them but you didn't feel like playing. you were scrolling through tiktok on kenma's bed, waiting for him to pay attention to you.

then you felt it. oh god it hurts.

you immediately sit up and toss your phone to the side and rush to your bag. you had a feeling you would get it while you were at kenma's house but not now.

you grab your necessities and a towel and rush out of his room straight to his bathroom. kenma was staring at you the entire time, confused as to why you were in a hurry.

you came back a few minutes later and you sighed in relief. you walked over to his bed and got under his covers, curling into a ball to ease the cramps.

kenma muted himself then asked you "hey y/n, you okay?" you grumbled "yea.. just dealing with some cramps" you buried yourself more into his comforters.

he took a second before saying a quick "oh" then unmuted himself and told his friends "sorry, gotta go, if you lose i blame you kuroo" "HEY-" you hear slightly before it cut off.

you looked over to his monitor to see he closed the game and shut off his computer. you furrowed your brows "hey, why'd you-" he cut you off.

"do you need a heating pad? want some hot choco? watch a movie?" he asked, firing multiple questions at you while getting his laptop to let you pick a movie on netflix.

"uhm, yes please" you answered his questions with one answer and he was already on it. he placed the laptop beside you, netflix already open.

he went downstairs to get you a heating pad and two hot choco's for both of you. he closed his door and carefully placed the mugs on his bedside table.

he handed you the heating pad and you thanked him quietly, sitting up properly and placing the heating pad on your lower stomach.

he climbed into the covers and made you lean on him. he carefully handed you one of the mugs and, you took it with both hands to savor the heat since it was a bit chilly at night.

he got the other mug for himself and pressed play on the movie you picked. "wait you didn't let me finish my question." you said turning your head towards him.

he hummed then looked down at you "what is it?"

"why'd you leave in the middle of the game?"

he stayed silent before saying:

"priorities"

akaashi keiji

"y/n-san, what kind of flowers are you taking care of today?" the setter of fukurodani asks you.

you perked up and looked at the voice in surprise. it was akaashi! you smiled "keiji-san! hello. i'm taking care of some beautiful sunflowers today"

he gave you a small smile and crouched beside you "did you just finish practice?" you asked him. he nodded "yes, bokuto-san wanted us to finish early because he has a family dinner" he explained.

you hummed in understanding as you admired the sunflowers.

akaashi stared at you for a few seconds before asking "what do these flowers symbolize, y/n-san?" you grinned.

"well they symbolize loyalty and admiration. because of their association with the sun, sunflowers are well-known for being a happy flower and the perfect bloom for a summer flower delivery to brighten someone's mood"

he listened to every word you were saying, kind of seeing you as a sunflower. his sunflower.

"you know a lot about sunflowers, any particular reason why?" he loves it when you ramble about anything, so he takes every opportunity he has to hear you talk.

"i think they're just really pretty. i also learned recently that the sunflowers always face the sun but, when they can't find it, they face each other instead." you smiled "i just think it's a pretty cute fact"

he hummed "that is cute" you giggled "right?" you stood up and stretched your arms up, and sat down at a nearby bench, akaashi following you.

"you know, keiji-san, you remind me of a sunflower" you told him, and his eyes widened with surprise "how so?" he asked.

you looked at the sky "because you're so admirable and very loyal. and when i see you here everyday, you make me happy" you said honestly.

he hid his smile then said "you remind me of a sunflower too" you blushed and turned to look at him "i guess we're both sunflowers then"

he chuckled "i guess so." you then both looked up at the sky and basked in the silence and peacefulness at night.

you sighed then stood up "i'm going home, it's getting late" he stood up. "ill walk you" you smiled "thanks keiji-san"

he stared at you and you stared back, it was silent. you started getting flustered "why are you staring at me like that?" he had this certain look in his eye that you couldn't pinpoint, or you could but just don't want to assume anything.

he smiled

"because you are my sun"

miya astumu

you were having a movie night with the miya twins but osamu decided to sleep early, so it was just you and atsumu.

the movie was a rom-com. it was a cute story, a little frustrating because the guys hasn't spilled his feelings to the girl yet. honestly, atsumu didn't care about the movie.

all he cared about was you smiling and having fun, and you were doing just that.

you were hogging all the popcorn but he didn't mind. a sad part got on the movie and you held your breath while atsumu was slowly dozing off.

the people in the movie started arguing and you started complaining "what! don't fight, no, no, no, you're not supposed to fight" you whisper-yelled

"all couples fight eventually" atsumu retorted quietly, still dozing off but aware of what's happening.

you pouted "i know that but, i still don't like it." the boy beside you just hummed and stayed silent. Unbeknownst to you, he fell asleep.

a few more scenes went by and it got to the part where the girl is in desperate need of comfort and the guy finds her and does just that.

sobs came out of the girl while you watched the scene intently, waiting for the guy to just kiss the girl already when all of a sudden atsumu wakes up in a panic.

he faces you, scans your face and he exhales a sigh of relief. you rose your brow at him "woah, are you okay?" you sat up slightly, worried he had a nightmare or something.

"yea i'm fine" he snuggles back in the comfort of the blankets while you still worriedly look over at him.

"did you have a nightmare? why'd you wake up in a panic?" you asked a question after another question

he looked at you and goes:

"i thought you were the one who was crying"

(AAAA hello my sweets, i'm terribly sorry for not posting in a while, my motivation went bye bye for idk how long but heyy i'm back with the final part of the pretty setters squad <3 I had fun making this. Please give me requests because i don't have any ideas as of now sooo yea! Hope you enjoyed this! <3)

#pretty setter squad #miya astumu #kenma kozume #akaashi keiji #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu scenarios #atsumu x reader #akashi x reader #kenma x reader #romance #anime #ms.amaryllis

454 notes · View notes

yenonnoff · 6 months

Text

r. suna (oneshot) — one last time

pairing: suna rintaro x reader

content: mild angst, established relationship/ex lovers

word count: 2.4k

synopsis: unable to sleep, you impulsively decide to call your ex-boyfriend, suna rintaro

a/n: my first one shot !! thank u to everyone who’ll be reading this (this is my first time writing for suna so forgive the potential ooc)

“hello?”

the beeping ceased and a familiar voice came from the other side of your phone.

your breath hitched instantly—it’s been so long since you’ve heard his voice. slowly, you managed to respond, “hi, rin. it’s y/n.”

for a moment, a pause shifted between the two of you, neither one saying a word. you close your eyes in anticipation. perhaps you should’ve said more; perhaps you should’ve given a reason as to why you’d called him so unexpectedly, so spontaneously. you should’ve, but you didn’t.

on his end, you heard papers shuffling accompanied by the sound of a pencil dropping. he was doing homework even while it was past midnight—typical of him. you resisted a somber smile, memories of late night calls together flooding your mind.

rin’s voice cuts through the intolerable silence, something you were grateful for.

“oh, i thought i recognized the phone number,” he said.

his nonchalant tone pained you—his words hurt you even more. you knew the implications: he had deleted your phone number and had already moved on. as you squirm over your impulsive decision to call him, rin thinks nothing of it. clearly, you weren’t over him, and he knew that.

“why’d you call me, y/n?”

you almost didn’t respond, too distracted by his lulling voice saying your name.

“the chemistry professor wanted me to pass you a message. the final project isn’t due next week, it’s due at the end of the month. oh, and that you also left your notebook in his class,” you state hastily.

you had prepared precisely for how to reply in this exact situation. obviously you couldn’t call him out of nowhere—you needed an excuse. even while your mutual friends, osamu and atsumu, had warned you not to reach out, you still did. now you were going to find out whether it was worth it or not.

you heard rin release a soft breath, the sound of his squeaky chair accompanying it.

“so you called to tell me that?” he asked plainly. underneath his unperturbed tone, you sensed his confusion and mild curiosity.

when you didn't immediately respond, he continued, “you could’ve sent an email or a text message.”

you bite your lips—so that’s what he thinks of the current situation. of course you had thought about that before calling him. the fear of him seeing right through your excuse plagued your mind as you hovered over the call button. in the back of your mind, you knew you should’ve just emailed or texted him to relay the professor’s message. however, a part of you detested that idea. it reminded you of how you were just classmates now; just acquaintances with mutual friends; just strangers during passing period.

you exhaled heavily, mumbling something underneath your breath as your eyebrows furrowed with exhaustion. maybe you could be honest—was there really anything to lose? keeping your voice steady, you said, “i could’ve, but i just wanted to call you.”

for a while there was nothing but silence. you contemplated ending the call until rin asked, “is that so? or was it because you couldn’t sleep, y/n?”

closing your eyes again, you tugged your blanket closer to your body. he was correct—of course he was correct. you blame the sight of your empty bed; the sight of the neat, gray pillow that he would always hog; the sight of the uncluttered nightstand that he would constantly dump his belongings on, for your impulsive decision to call him. even now, you couldn’t sleep, haunted by the memories of him laying next to you.

your voice became quieter, your eyelids falling loose. “yes and no. you’re right, i couldn’t fall asleep and had wanted to call you, but i didn’t lie about the professor’s message or your notebook.”

“y/n,”—rin’s voice hasn’t changed ever since you’d called him—“do you want me to stay on call with you until you fall asleep? just one last time?”

you paused before replying, a bittersweet smile forming on your face. “yes, if you don’t mind.”

you hear rin pick up some papers and set them aside. you knew what came next: he would reach underneath his desk and pull out a folder containing his lyric sheets and guitar chords. pulling your knees closer to your chest, you couldn’t bear the suffocating nostalgia.

“are you still working on that new song?” you asked hesitantly.

humming in response, rin continued to scribble god knows what down on his paper. maybe they were lyrics or new ideas that had just popped into his head. even while the two of you were still in a relationship, you didn’t get the chance to ask him much about the song. as curiosity swirled around inside your mind, you found yourself in agonizing regret.

however, now you do have the chance to ask him. what genre is the song? what was the inspiration? you smiled to yourself, readjusting your position on the bed. you were filled with boundless inquiries that will never see the light of day—you made sure of it. it pained you, but you were okay with keeping your peace; after all, you didn’t want to remind him (and partly yourself) of the reason why you broke up. surely you’d discover the answers to your numerous questions after the song is released. it’d be easy: you’d just need to ask the internet and boom, you’d have your answers. still, it’s different when you’re asking him directly and hearing the answers from him, and only him.

biting the inside of your cheek, you close your eyes to the sound of rin tapping his fingers rhythmically against his desk, an old habit of his.

truthfully, the answer wasn’t very complicated: the two of you were just too different. it sounds simple, but underneath that was a challenge that even you two couldn’t overcome. your future profession requires you to be active, present in one location, while rin—an aspiring musician—plans on signing gigs and touring around the world. you loved him for that, and because of that love, you ended things with him.

you sucked in a breath.

maybe… rin also felt the same way. maybe he also loved your enthusiasm and passion, but wondered if his absence would hurt you. maybe that was why he had agreed to your breakup proposal without any ounce of doubt or hesitation. in that moment, you didn’t ask why he seemed so unbothered, you simply took your belongings and left. you should’ve asked—you really wanted to know.

when rin spoke, his voice startled your eyelids open. “have you been having trouble sleeping, y/n?”

there it was again, the sound of him saying your name. you blink away the memories, replying, “yeah. it’s just stress building up, that's all.”

before, it wasn’t so bad—you had rin after all, you would call him and he’d stay on the phone with you until you fell asleep. however, now it was different. you no longer have the comforting sound of his soft breathing lull you to sleep; you were stuck with the silence of your dorm room and the bitter aftertaste of loneliness.

still, you were going to be okay. you have to be okay—not only for yourself, but also for rin. you knew how he’d react if he discovered your numerous sleepless nights.

sitting up in your bed, your fingers traced shapes on top of your blanket. you weren’t going to fall asleep any time soon anyway.

randomly, you broke the silence, “the chemistry professor is really strict, isn’t he?”

you heard rin’s quiet voice from the other side of the phone. “yeah,” he said, “i definitely failed the presentation on friday.”

laughter seeped through your lips. you didn’t mean to, but you couldn’t deny that he did actually fail the presentation—it was the truth. catching your breath, you mused lightheartedly, “what did you expect from pairing up with atsumu?”

quietly, rin sighed—you could bet a fortune that he was currently furrowing his eyebrows. “the man was saying complete nonsense. the things he said weren’t even on the slides.”

you nodded, there was no denying that either. however, you had to give atsumu some credit for his public speaking skills. he may have received a zero in the informational section, but you were confident he aced the speaking and clarity portion with flying colors.

“maybe we should cut him some slack,” you said. “he did make the professor laugh a couple times with his jokes.”

“awful jokes you mean.”

you smiled. “extremely awful—but i’m pretty sure they helped both of you score some extra points.”

you heard rin relax in his seat, his chair squeaking with fatigue. “do you think i’d have a better chance at passing if i paired up with osamu instead?”

you groan almost instantly at the mention of your partner’s name. while dealing with osamu was 73% better than his blond haired, high maintenance twin brother, osamu was the one who contributed largely to your many sleepless nights.

“based on your groan, i’ll take that as a no,” rin remarked teasingly.

you heaved a sigh. how cruel he was for finding the situation entertaining… as you remembered all the nights where you stressed over the presentation with osamu mercilessly (and unhelpfully) watching you on facetime, you felt a cold shiver down your spine.

“hey,” rin said, his voice lacking any mirth from before. “i thought you did really well. your presentation was good, don’t worry about it.”

your shoulders relaxed and you whispered a quiet “thanks.” he really was cruel; was he even aware of how genuine and considerate he just sounded? probably not, he was like this during your relationship as well. one of the reasons you fell for him was because of how effortlessly caring he was—and it seems, still is.

after a while, you said, “well, positively speaking, osamu does his part well, i guess. he bought me a lot of food during that time too, so he’s not that bad, i guess.”

you heard another one of rin’s quiet chuckles. “you can’t compliment him and then end with ‘i guess,’ y/n.”

“why don’t you try complimenting atsumu then?” perhaps you sounded more irked than intended, but secretly, you were smiling with amusement.

there was a pause until rin eventually said, “that’s hard. he’s just an attention hogger.”

you grinned pleasingly. “that’s true. maybe that’s why he’s dragging me to that party tomorrow.”

“oh, that party? you’re going to it?”

a wave of unease washed over you and you reached to pull your blanket closer. you hummed in response, weary of where the conversation was headed.

“is that so? have fun then.” he said. “take care of yourself and wait before driving. i’m more worried about you than atsumu,” he added with a chuckle.

his voice had remained the same: nonchalant and rin-like—but this time, there were hints of tenderness in there. he really was cruel for catching you off guard like that.

“you aren’t going?” you asked.

“atsumu asked me to go, but i’m busy that day. i’m visiting the studio to finish up the song.”

your silence felt like an eternity, your words getting caught in your throat.

“are you worried about going? if anything goes wrong just call me,” he said as if it had been the easiest thing in the world.

now you really didn’t know what to say. he was so, so, so irritatingly cruel.

“thank you, rin. i’ll make sure atsumu doesn’t pass out and that we get back to the dorms safely.”

“no problem, i hope you have fun.”

you hummed, allowing silence to seep into the conversation. it was nice of him to say that, but deep down, the two of you both knew this was your last phone call together.

reaching towards your nightstand, you turned off your lamp. when you settled back into bed, you said plainly, “i should probably go to sleep now.”

you waited for him to respond, but all he said was a simple “yeah.”

“thanks for staying on call with me, i appreciate it.”

“don’t mention it.”

you smiled. “good night, rin.”

for the next couple of minutes you laid there silently, recalling the previous moments on call with him. you thought about all the laughter the two of you shared, along with all the remarks and silly comments exchanged throughout.

before, you wouldn’t have dared to call him or even speak of him, too sad to consider what it’d be like if you did. now, you wondered how your past self would react upon witnessing what you’d just done.

rin had spoken to you so kindly—so reassuringly. in reality, there was nothing for you to fuss about. to him, he was just glad to hear you’ve been doing well (minus a couple sleepless nights). it’s hard to say whether you’re friends again or not, but you were certainly more than acquaintances.

slowly, your eyelids felt heavier and you drifted off to sleep. you wondered how you’d feel in the morning: overwhelmed? energized? or would you still feel empty and stuck as if you were at a dead end? would there be a sense of accomplishment or disappointment at all the unanswered questions left after the call ended?

what was your relationship with him now?

that night you slept soundlessly, you didn’t even notice your alarm blaring at you to wake up in the morning. however, strangely you didn’t feel anything when you awoke—not even annoyance at your troublesome alarm. it was just another day, but with the exception of your friend atsumu dragging you to a party.

as you reluctantly got ready and returned to make your bed, you were reminded of your phone call with rin. what was your relationship with him? you hesitated to answer that question, freezing as you held your blanket in your hands. hastily, you tidied your sheets and rearranged your pillows.

did it really matter? all you could think about was how, regardless of being broken up, rin still cared for you enough to stay on the phone until you fell asleep. he wasn’t angry or defensive, he was just worried. what kind of relationship you had with him now didn’t matter—you and him care for one another and that’s all that matters.

a smile formed on your face and you got ready to meet up with atsumu. when you grabbed your shoes, your phone rang and you saw a familiar number.

you couldn’t help but burst into laughter. maybe you were excited to go to the party after all.

“sorry, ‘tsumu. i’m coming right now!”

additional a/n: TYY for reading this 😘😘 i asked may @kqbukimono for advice on what u’d do if u called ur ex but she said he wouldn’t have done it in the first place such great help right 😬 (jk ily) + the title is inspired by the song one last time by summer salt !!

#haikyuu #haikyuu fic #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu suna #suna rintarou #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintaro haikyuu #suna x reader #suna rintaro fic #fanfic #angst #romance #suna rintaro angst

268 notes · View notes

taeyamayang · 2 years

Text

MINE.

❀ MSBY sakusa kiyoomi x fem!reader

ㅡsakusa kiyoomi loves in private but that doesn't mean he's afraid to show you off.

not proofread. forgive me if there are mistakes will fix them soon. also, it's my first time to write for him agh!

you arrived a bit... early.

apparently from your standpoint which is the entrance of the arena, your claim is simply an understatement. you are the first person to arrive. as a matter of fact you're the first person in line for ticket check.

"are you...(y/n)?" the staff controlling the line to the entrance has taken interest in your identity rather than your ticket in his hand.

"yes. why?" you ask, uncertain of how he knows your name.

"hm, i need you step aside for a moment." he shoots you a small smile before turning his head to where other staff are gathered. he shouts. "someone call Sato, he needs to assist a lady right here!" the group of staff nodded before briskly walking away.

you observe the ticket master takes, rips, stamps a logo on a person's inner wrists, and gives their tickets back precisely like he has done this for years. he didn't question any of them, heck he didn't even spare more than a second looking at their faces unlike what he did to you which brings you in wonder.

"am i in trouble?" you ask.

"no." he side glances you for a moment before returning his focus back to his job.

"then why am i being on hold?" you didn't want to irk him by asking too many questions but he's isn't supplying you with answers that will keep you at ease.

he halts mid-air, holding a stamp in hand as he looks at you with a confused face like you uttered a statement that was too far-fetched.

"he didn't tell you?" he cocks a brow before pressing the stamp on the skin of the person waiting in line. his eyes still on you.

"who's 'he'?" the more you question the deeper the crease between his eyebrow becomes.

are you supposed to know everyone in this arena? sure, you have watched games here a couple of times but that doesn't mean you know everything that goes on in their system. he could at least let you on with a bit of information.

the ticketing master shifts his vision to the person approaching behind you. he hums.

"hm, worry not. sato's here. he will assist you inside." you don't even know who sato is but you nodded like you understood what he met. he speaks to the boy catching his breath. "she's (y/n)."

"yes! i know her face. he made sure i remember her." the man wearing a laced id with his last name, Sato, printed on it chuckles. at the corner of his laminated identification card is a job title.

"VIP staff" you read with your eyes.

"I'll lead you to your seat." Sato gestures you follow him inside.

without saying a word, even though you're dubious of what is going on, you trail behind him. he walks down a fleet of stairs, looking through his shoulder from time to time to check you.

he stops right before the barricade separating the blue and red chairs. the blue chairs dominate the arena. it's tiered starting from the barricade to the exit doors while the red chairs are numbered. it is in equal footing with the floor of the court, placed right next to the team's corner.

"you can choose whatever seat you want but i suggest you go for the one over there. that's the nearest seat to MSBY and the view there is amazing." sato directs you with full smile.

"there must be a mistake. i have a regular ticket." you decided to speak up, showing him your stub but he waves it off.

"everyone gets a regular ticket whether you buy it online or over the counter. the red chairs or the vips are per request." as sato explains the more confused you get.

"i didn't request a vip seat." you reply.

"yes, you didn't but MSBY Sakusa did." As he mentions your boyfriend's name your lids peel off and gradually everything make sense.

"i didn't know." you said in a hushed tone.

"oh! it must be a surprise!" sato claps his hands enthusiastically but you, on the other hand, is horrified of the situation.

your eyes scan the vip section only to recognize a couple of faces. celebrities, influencers, bloggers, daughters from prominent families, and so on. and you look at yourselfㅡplain white shirt tucked in a high waisted jeans. slung over your shoulder is a signature bag that took Sakusa ages for you to accept. a bag priced thrice as a regular one is a no-no for you but your boyfriend argued that it's reasonable because it's your first birthday with him (although, you have spent countless birthdays with him it was as a friend and not as a lover. he thought dating you will give him the right to spoil you with gifts). you are not prepared for this situation. you wish you pulled your best top out of your closet or caked your face with make up.

"make yourself comfortable, i'll be at entrance C if you need anything." Sato says as he walks back up.

"wait, Sato." you stop him and he turns. "is it okay if i move seats and by that i mean up there, in those blue ones?" sato pauses for a moment before he replies.

"course! you can take whatever seat you want." he offers you a gentle smile before walking out.

knowing that famous individuals that will sit next to you gives you anxiety. you don't want to be put alongside with people whom you constantly feel like you have to adjust yourself just so you could appear admirable in their eyes. you wish to spare yourself of headache. albeit, all you want to do is to enjoy you boyfriend's game and cheer for him.

with much thought, you make your way up to the blue seats. you settle in the last seat in a row and immediately pulls your phone out of your pocket. you snap a picture of the court from where you are and sends it to your boyfriend. you type in "here." before clicking send.

a few seconds to a minute, a check appears next to your message. a note that tells you he has seen it. you didn't bother waiting for his reply as you already that at this point he and his team are preparing for the match. so, you zip your phone in your bag and relax your back on the seat.

a chattering noise accompanied by steps coming from the stairs is heard as two girls wearing a Bokuto and Sakusa jersey appears. they sit next to you, giddy about the upcoming match. the other girl which is sitting farther from you notices you.

"who are you cheering for?" she asks, cheeks turning red the moment you met eyes with her. she's probably hesitant to start a conversation with a stranger but since you're stuck with them (because you're sitting in the last seat of the row) she ought to make friends with you.

"MSBY." you simply state.

"who in MSBY?" she asks.

"Sakusa Kiyoomi." the other girl turns and instantly her face lights up at the mention of her idolㅡobviously, as she's wearing his jersey.

"Oh my god! you like him too?!" she gasps, leaning to your side.

"like" is a funny word. you don't just like him, you are in love with him. you have loved him for years even before he became a professional volleyball player. you were his friend and ally, mostly when you join forces into jesting or pushing other people's buttons. your admiration for him goes beyond Sakusa as a volleyball player. you like him as the person you share breakfast with or the grumpy old man he turns to when the room gets too messy to his liking. you like him when he's unable to decipher how to bake a chocolate cake or how to callout a neighboor that's too loud. you like him in many ways others couldn't.

nonetheless, you nod to the girl and as she squeals her friend taps on her shoulder as she points to the court. "they're here!"

both you and your boyfriend's fan turn your eyes to where she is pointing. there you see his team walking from the dugout. you spot him behind the three: hinata, bokuto, and miya. contrary to the three men who never run out of energy, he walks behind them calmly almost like he's bored. as soon as he steps in the court his eyes scan the audience.

he's looking for you.

he squints to search for your face and when his piercing eyes sees you, you swear to the sky and below that you felt your whole body shiver in fear. he tilts his head to the side as he narrows his eyes at you then he jogs his way to the team's coach. they exchanged a few words and after a nod from his coach, he's on his way to you.

your throat runs dry when his long legs skip the barricade separating the court and the red seats and the red seats to the blue seats. the two girls next to you jumps in their seats in excitement as they watch Sakusa climb the stairs towards their direction.

you turn your head to the side, away from the stairs and to the two girls with owl-like eyes anticipating the volleyball player. you cover your pathetic face with one hand and after a while you feel a daunting presence next to you. he didn't do anything, he just stands and looks at you through his bottom lashes.

"hey, hey, MSBY Sakusa is here! i thought you like him? come on this is a one time opportunity!" the girl next to you wearing your boyfriend's jersey scream-shouts. thanks to her support now you're melting in embarrassment.

Sakusa clears his throat and it's about time for you tear your hand away from your face. you shoot him a sheepish smile as his brows meet at the center of his forehead.

"why are you sitting here?" your voice hitches as his cold tone reaches you.

"i, uh... heh." you purse your lips into a tight smile.

"did sato not assist you? i made sure he remembers your name and face. i reserved a seat for you at the vip section." he arches a brow. at this point, the two girls next to you are watching the events unfold with their mouths hanging. they didn't expect this at all, and it's clear with how they look.

"listen, omi. i don't want to sit there." your mention of his first name, no, his nickname had the girl sitting next to you gasp loudly in shock. her friend cupped her hand over her mouth to stop her.

"and why?" sakusa challenges as he bends his back down to match with your height. he anchors his hand on the backrest of the seat in front of you and the other on your seat. you are completely caged, trapped between his spreadout arms.

"i don't want to sit next to celebrities looking like this! we both have many things in common but we surely share the same level of hostility towards people, especially famous entitled ones. you know this."

the amphitheater is beggining to swarm with people. you and sakusa have gained a number of head turns and even some of them took a quick photo of him. the least you want right now is attention but your conversation with your boyfriend isn't ending any time soon.

"i don't even know who those celebrities are." He pauses, then adds. "i want to see your face up close when i play, baby." he never calls you with that pet name, ever. not in public places, not in front of friends, but always when he needs something from you.

"baby, can you cook me dinner?"

"you look so good. do you have spare time, baby?

"oh, come on, baby, cuddle with me won't you?"

it's totally fine when it's just the two of you in a room but when he says it with ears nearby you can't help but succumb to his request just to end the embarrassment. when he sees you slowly sinking into your seat, he already knows.

he has won.

sakusa offers a hand to guide you to the vip section but you look at him, head slowly shaking to the sides.

"you don't have to do that."

"i insist." a cheeky grin plays on his lips as he continues. "quick, you don't want everyone's eyes on us, don't you?"

hence, with a long sigh and a quick grab on his hand you flees you out of your seat like a knight saving his princess. you give the two kind girls a swift nod as a way of saying goodbye and in return they stick their thumb out, eyes still wide as a deer in headlights.

as you tail behind sakusa with your hands intertwined, you pull him back gently so he can stop and wait for you.

"you're doing this on purpose. you're enjoying my flustered face. i know you, omi." you say through your teeth and for the nth time today he catches you off guard by leaning in to the side of your face. he turns his head towards you just enough for you to feel his lips brushing against your ears.

"let me show you off." he whispers.

"i thought you said you hate attention." you reply, swallowing in air as you feel a growing grin against the shell of your ears.

"i do but i'm letting them know you're mine."

title's not the best lol but thanks for reading! hope ya like it ;)

masterlist | hq.list

1K notes · View notes

bakugoumo · 9 months

Text

Umm am I the only one who is obsessed 😂

151 notes · View notes

anystalker707 · 1 year

Text

Read before requesting

Requests' status

Meet the author

♱ MCR MASTERLIST

♱ MCR MASTERLIST II

♱ MCR MASTERLIST III

࿐ ONE PIECE MASTERLIST

࿐ ONE PIECE MASTERLIST 2

↳ ONE PIECE KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

❦︎ ATTACK ON TITAN MASTERLIST

♱ EXTRAS MASTERLIST

Includes: ⋆ HAIKYUU!! ♡ CREEPYPASTA ☽ JUJUTSU KAISEN ᯓ★DUNE

#fan fics #fan fiction #my chemical romance x reader #one piece x reader #haikyuu x reader #masterlist #gerard way #ray toro #mikey way #frank iero #roronoa zoro #sanji vinsmoke #monkey d luffy #oikawa tooru #male reader #female reader

367 notes · View notes

chattemagique · 3 months

Note

what are you waiting for to make a sequel of yandere Tendou? Happy ending for our two darlings. 😝 or if you love tragedy. They can die together but who love sad endings? We all love happy endings but it's up to you. Whatever. I love your stories.

yan! Tendou part two >"< 🩵

author's note: anon, you have a patience of gold, thank you for the request tho! hope you enjoy this little drabble of mine

tw: suggestive, overall mentions of sex, body dysmorphia, kidnapping and escaping; female bodied reader;

all characters are 18+

I DO NOT CONDONE THIS TYPE OF BEHAVIOR IN REAL LIFE

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Crazy how the person you once hated the most became your savior in these harsh times.

He became the one to comfort you when no one would, the one to take care of you, to caress your cheek when you wake up in the morning, saying, "I love you". The one who was ready to devote his whole life for you.

The sun's rays made their way into the room, illuminating part of your face. He trusted you enough to allow you to be on the first floor.

Lovingly looking into his eyes with a drop of desperation, you softly muttered,

"baby.. let's fucking run away from this place.."

***

It was a year and a half, and somehow, to your surprise, he didn't disgust you that much no more. You even started to find him attractive again - his sharp canines that'd roughly bite into your juicy skin while you both were wriggling in the sheets.

His beautiful athletic body, that would carry you to the bath after another steamy love-making session, that would chase after you whenever his attention wasn't as sharp and you could slip through the doors of the house to escape him.

His pale skin, which had your left scratches on his back, that had your hickeys and bite marks.

His red hair you loved to grab on when his tongue was exploring your pussy or run through when you were laying together.

His smile when he was watching you doing anything.

His slightly curved upwards member, that has made you orgasm and grab onto his body so many times.

"Need me so much ~?" he muttered softly, nonchalantly hitting your G spot.

Somehow, this horror at the beginning has turned into a romantic story.

At the end of the day, maybe his intentions weren't that bad. Maybe you just misunderstood him.

He actually provided for you, took care of you, healed your self-esteem and body dysmorphia. He actually loved you.

It felt like you could live again.

What once was hated now has become a sudden blessing. You were so glad to be loved by him.

"I love you, I love you," you spell countless times.

Holding his face in both of your hands, giving soft smooches over his cheeks, forehead, and nose.

He looked at you as a happy puppy meeting his new owner of heart.

Only he was thinking the same about you.

60 notes · View notes