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zmbiesuga · 7 months

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TWENTY TWENTY VISION — m. atsumu x gn!reader

sypnosis: atsumu needs glasses, but why on earth would he make his & your life easier by wearing them?

warnings: i'm gonna beat the shit out of atsumu oh my GOD he irks me so bad, post-timeskip atsumu, eensy bit of angst if you squint super super hard, osamu mention, i can't write the miya accent™ for the life of me but i tried so sorry, petnames such as baby used, he calls the reader pretty

notes: inspired by the fact that i just recently got my new glass and haven't had a pair since i was 14 so seeing the world focused fucks with me a lil bit, ALSO, atsumu with glasses has been flooding my brain, osamu is farsighted cause i said so

"I'm not wearin' 'em."

"Atsumu, please, you need to wear them, you have astigmatism in both of your eyes! And you're nearsighted!"

Atsumu lets out a soft huff as he crosses his arms, as if he isn't the reason you've been having this argument essentially since you brought up him even getting his eyes checked.

It all started when Osamu had gotten new glasses, that's what Atsumu thinks anyways, that this is all stupid Samu's fault.

Osamu came over one afternoon for a harmless visit, with new glasses on. You had asked Osamu about them, and commented that you never knew he needed glasses to which he responded:

"Oh yeah, me and Tsumu both do, he just hasn't worn his since junior high."

You swear you've never seen Atsumu react so quickly, his head snapping to Osamu and immediately telling him to shut up through gritted teeth. The subject gets dropped instantly, but now you're giving Atsumu side-glances throughout the night until Osamu leaves.

After you two are settled into bed and Atsumu is almost asleep, until your voice rings out in the dark.

"Is that why you squint so much?" you ask in a voice barely above a whisper.

"...What are ya on about?" Atsumu asks, turning to face you with a soft expression.

"Is that why you squint so much?" you ask again, "Because you don't wear glasses like you're supposed to, so the world's all unfocused for you all the time, is that why?"

Atsumu's silence and stunned expression is all the answer you need.

"That's what I thought," you mumble before turning away from him, "your eye appointment is Saturday at four."

And that puts Atsumu where he is now, sitting at the island connected to the kitchen in your small apartment, staring down the thick black lenses as if he was trying to explode them with his mind.

"I said, I ain't wearin' 'em," he huffs again vehemently, looking at you with an unwilling expression, "and that's final. I don't need no stupid glasses, I can see just fine."

"Oh yeah?" you challenge, palms resting against the island as you stand on the opposite side of it, "If you don't need your glasses, read the paper on our fridge. Without squinting."

Atsumu's face goes a little pale, his eyes widening slightly. He looks over your shoulder at the paper held onto the fridge with a stupid magnet in the shape of a volleyball.

"It, uh..." he trails off, trying to not squint as much as possible, "...it...it doesn't matter what it says! I'm still not wearin' those glasses! I don't need 'em!"

"Atsumu that paper is no more than four feet away from you, and you can't even tell me what the bolded title says," you responded in an almost pleading tone, "baby, you need your glasses, so I am begging you, please put them on."

Atsumu's face softens slightly at your pleading voice, before it turns unwilling again as he looks down at his arms and mumbles something you can't quite make out.

"What was that?" you ask.

"...They make me look dumb," he repeats a little louder, looking back up at you, "they make me look like an idiot, and since my eyes aren't used to being focused, I feel like a baby deer learnin' how to walk."

"Tsumu," you reply gently, your own expression softening, "if you didn't like the way glasses look, why didn't you ask for contacts?"

"Because they scare me," he rebuttals, "which I know is stupid because they're an easy solution to my problem, but they rip and get stuck and...I don't know, that just scares me."

You stare at him blankly before taking a deep breath, "Atsumu," you start, "I'm not...trying to make you look stupid, okay? I just know that you need them, and you know that too. It might be awkward at first, but won't it be worth it to see the world a little more clearer? So you won't have to squint to read traffic signs or drive through menus? And, glasses aren't a permanent solution, we can work our way up to contacts, but you need to wear these for now."

Atsumu looks down at the glasses again, letting out another unsure sigh as he picks the thick rims up, and places them on his face.

It's weird at first, everything is clearer. The titanium fridge, that stupid volleyball magnet and the paper it holds, and more importantly...

You.

The way your entire face shifts into focus leaves Atsumu speechless. He knows how pretty you are, he doesn't need glasses to see it, but god do they make it better.

You give Atsumu a weird look, "What?" you ask puzzled, "Can you see better?"

"Yeah," he responds with a small smile, "I can see real good, pretty."

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hoesoflamentation · 8 months

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𝖍𝖆𝖎𝖐𝖞𝖚𝖚 𝖒𝖊𝖓 + 𝖍𝖔𝖔𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖚𝖕 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝖊𝖝

FEATURING !! oikawa tooru, hinata shoyo, tsukishima kei, ukai keishin

all are gn!reader (i use "hole" when discussing penetration). characters are adults. please read the individual warnings for each character!

𝟏𝟖+ 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 (𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈)

𝖔𝖎𝖐𝖆𝖜𝖆

FEELS LIKE PENT-UP RAGE !!

WARNINGS !! dirty talk/strong language, penetrative s3x, creampie

"You miss this cock, baby?" Oikawa taunts, ramming into your aching hole from behind. "You been thinkin' about me when you touch yourself, all alone at night? Wishing I'd come over and make a mess of your pretty little hole?" Overcome with the sensation of his cock curving inside of you, all you can do is give in: "Yes, Tooru, yes!" Oikawa fucks you with all the pent-up rage he's been harboring since the breakup; all the green-eyed envy he's clung to as he's imagined you riding another man to your climax. Like you, he tried to get over you by getting under someone new... but it fills him with unspeakable anger to imagine you doing the same. Each time Oikawa has the intrusive thought of you screaming another man's name -- with the same lips you used to wrap around his cock, no less -- he thrusts deeper and harder inside of you, until your eyes fill with tears. But for all his arrogance, Oikawa has to admit he needs you just as badly as you need him. With every buck of his hips, he lets out a deep groan that betrays just how badly he's missed this... how badly he's missed you. For months, Oikawa had simply been going through the motions: swiping right, sliding into someone new, slipping his clothes back on, and sneaking out in the middle of the night. But as he pumps his cum into you in hot spurts, hugging you around the waist, he wonders if what he's really been searching for has been this -- has been you -- all along.

𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖆

FEELS LIKE MUSCLE MEMORY !!

WARNINGS !! cheating, blowjob, deepthroating

"Are you sure we should be doing this?" Hinata whispers, for what has to be the dozenth time. By now, you know him well enough to know what he's really asking: 'are you sure you want me?' And what a dumbass, you think to yourself. Even though it's wrong, even though he has a girlfriend waiting for him downstairs, you have never wanted anything more than you want Hinata right now. But that's one thing you will never say to him out loud. Instead, pressed against your ex in the confines of the closet, you shush him with a kiss and begin unbuckling his belt. "A-ah!" he gasps as his cock springs free from his jeans, surrounded by tufts of soft ginger hair. The party below is soon forgotten as you sink to your knees and take him into your mouth, caressing his shaft with your tongue -- exactly the way he likes it. You know this is how he likes it, because you remember Hinata's body as if it were the words to an old favorite song. "A-ah!" the redhead gasps in surprise as you cup his balls in your hand, your tongue dancing back and forth along his veiny cock. Hinata begins to arch his hips into the motions of your mouth, wrapping one hand around the back of your neck to press himself further down your throat. He breathes deeply, as if to commit your scent to memory, and releases a moan. "God, Y/n, I've been wanting this for so long," Hinata babbles. "I've thought about this every day since we broke up... I can't even cum without thinking about you."

𝖙𝖘𝖚𝖐𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖒𝖆

FEELS LIKE YOU BELONG !!

WARNINGS !! cheating, dubcon, making out, marking, posessive!tsukki

Tsukishima drags you out of the restaurant, away from your new boyfriend and his friends; his hand locked around your wrist like a steel cuff. Indignantly, you tear your arm from his group and shout, "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Without missing a beat, Tsukishima snaps back, "I'm taking you home with me!" Quietly, he adds, "...where you belong." You fall silent, unsure of what to say. If you weren't still in love with him, you might have turned around, gone back inside, and reassured your boyfriend that nothing was going on between the two of you. Except that wouldn't be the truth, would it? You knew it the moment you saw Tsukishima: it wasn't over yet. Maybe that's why, the moment you crawl into the backseat of the Uber, you can't keep your hands off each other. Tsukishima initiates the kiss, tangling his tongue with yours in a dance that feels like sparring. His hand slips up your thigh, squeezing it with a possessive grip; Tsukishima sucks on the delicate skin of your collarbone, leaving an abundance of hickeys as if to say 'Kei was here.' "Mine," he mumbles into your clammy skin. "All mine." And you don't correct him. Because regardless of what happens next, in this moment, your heart belongs to him.

𝖚𝖐𝖆𝖎

FEELS LIKE COMING HOME !!

WARNINGS !! penetrative s3x, creampie, cigarette smoking (ukai, not reader)

It isn't like you to show up on your ex's doorstep in the pouring rain. You feel like some kind of pathetic romcom character, but you will yourself to knock anyways. Ukai answers the door in nothing but your favorite pair of gray joggers, looking like a man who hasn't slept in weeks. "Keishin, I... I fucked up," you admit sheepishly, cheeks surging with heat at the sight of his bare torso. "I never should have left. Please, let me come home." Ukai seems surprised to see you, but not as surprised as you are when he pulls you into a deep kiss, cradling your face delicately in his hands. When you were together, the sex was always great -- but the way he holds you this time is different; more sacred somehow. Ukai doesn't fuck you: he makes love to you, his lips lingering on every dimple and fold of your bare skin; his hands tangling intimately in your hair, refusing to break eye contact with every thrust of his hips. As he's about to cum inside of you, Ukai leans in and whispers in your ear: "God, Y/n, you're perfect... I wish I never let you go." Afterwards, Ukai lights a cigarette, and the air between you grows heavy with unspoken words. "There's the door," he says, feigning nonchalance. "You can leave whenever you want." But despite the lingering awkwardness and his can't-be-assed expression, you know him better than anyone -- and you can tell from the tone of his voice that he wants you to stay. Wordlessly, you curl up on his chest, and the two of you fall asleep in each other's arms.

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rinslove · 2 years

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RANDOM HUSBAND TEXTS

pairing: suna rintarou x fem!reader

warnings: talk of alcohol consumption, mild language, one semi-sexual comment but nothing explicit.

requested by @joyfulenthusiastwitch: Hi! Can i request some husband texts from Rin and Oikawa? Thank you 💕

autumn's note: here's the one for rin! i hope you like it!

#haikyuu smau #haikyuu x gn!reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #hq x reader #hq x you #hq x y/n #hq x gn!reader #hq smau #suna rintarou x y/n #suna rintarou x you #suna rintarou x reader #suna x y/n #suna x you #suna x reader #suna smau #suna rintarou smau

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teddybeartoji · 1 month

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☆. contains: tooru oikawa x gn!reader; this is called angst i think (with comfort), reader plays volleyball and oikawa comforts them after they lost a match, reader talks badly about themselves:( i'm sorry, they swear they're just really really good friends but they're also just fucking stupid wc: 4k

in the blink of an eye the loud screams and cheers transform into a disgusting mix of muffled noises in your ears. the lights are too bright and you feel like you're stuck to the ground; stuck under hundreds pairs of eyes. you can't move, you can't breathe. your arm stings, a painfully clear reminder of your fuckup.

you should've had it, you saw it coming, you had a plan and yet - here you are, watching the colorfol ball hit the wall of the big arena with a quiet thud!. your eye twitches, locked onto the missed oppurtunity in a form a sphere sit metres away from you and your teammates.

because of you.

like a statue; turned into stone, you stand in your awkward position, unable to comprehend that it's over. that it's really over. it feels like everybody is looking at you, cursing you in their own heads. is this what drowning feels like? even if you could open your mouth to try and save yourself with a big breath of air, the stifling stench of losing would surely just make you choke harder.

a palm slaps onto your shoulder and you don't have to look at the person to know who it is – a dejected captain trying to pick up their loved teammates. you can't look at them; how could you? they're trying to cheer you up while you're the sole reason you lost in the first place. they give you a squeeze, a silent plea for you to snap out of it and you comply, not wanting to humiliate them any more.

you did well!

an arm around your shoulder, you're being dragged away from the court and you taste blood – the result of biting into the soft skin of your inner cheek in order to surpress a cry. the lights are too bright and you just want out.

after the handshakes and the formalities are done, your coach gives you all a pep talk. not that it helps but what else is there to say right now. you eat in almost complete silence; the only sounds in your ears being the chewing and the crying.

you've yet to do that. your lip wobbles and your eyes are red but so far, no tears. but you know you will – it'll be the only thing you'll be doing after you've locked yourself away into your room.

good game!

you feel sick. the food in your mouth is starting to taste like vomit and the water isn't helping either. still, you refuse to stop. refuse to raise your eyes from your table to ask whether you can leave. you will sit there as long as the others do and you won't complain. you will eat the food just like the others do and you won't complain. you don't get to do that.

the hugs feel just as suffocating as the eyes. you've never felt this bad in your whole entire life. you feel bad for thinking that the hugs feel suffocating – they're literally trying to comfort you and you're blatantly refusing it. stupid. stupid. stupid.

everyone has their own things they do after a loss. some like to be alone, some like to go for a run, some like to beat the fuck out of a punch bag and some like to do watch a comedy film with their teammates. it's silly; none of them laugh during it anyway. but it helps. you know it does because you've done it with them – not this time though. and they don't pressure you; they're not stupid, they understand how it feels. you need a moment and they will give it to you.

your captain does sit you down for a second before letting you go though, calmly telling you how it wasn't your fault and how you'll get it next time. and it sucks. it sucks that you don't hear it... it sucks that nothing will make this feeling go away. you know it and your captain knows it.

their warm hand resting on your back does soothe the shivers that have been tormenting you ever since you lost the ball. and for the first time since that moment, you crane your neck, raising your heavy head to meet their eyes and now you do feel like crying. the sadness is there, but so is the same warmth, the same adoration one has for their loved ones. nobody is upset with you, nobody blames you. their hand rises from your back and goes up to ruffle your hair as you let your head fall against their chest. "you're okay."

they hold you close as your tears soak their shirt. you hear a loud sigh and you know they're holding back theirs. the shivers are back and you hiccup out a broken i'm sorry, which makes the captain pull away immediately and grab your shoulders.

"don't. it wasn't your fault. it wasn't. you can cry as much as you want but that? you're not allowed to do that." there's a certain determination in their glassy eyes and you have no other choice but to weakly nod your head before letting it fall again.

"by the way, i saw you not eat properly, so i'm keeping an extra eye on you tomorrow morning, okay?" they poke your cheek and you're thankful. "i'm gonna watch the movie with the others but i'm keeping my phone close by, so if you want company at any time, just let me know."

you raise your head back up, desperate to show your appreciation for them and nod again, cracking the world's smallest and saddest smile and they ruffle your hair again before standing up. "you're okay."

they close the door behind them and you take a minute to compose yourself. you can't seem to stop your hands from shaking though and it makes you angry. your now empty room is too quiet and your own reflection in the window is taunting you with an ugly expression. is that really how you look like right now?

you don't wanna know and you don't want to keep looking at it either. so you grab your hoodie and your wallet and make your way to the lobby of the hotel. maybe the reflection in the vending machine won't be so mean.

and it isn't. it's not mean at all. it's the exact opposite actually. from the fact that it's staring at you with rather soft eyes to the fact that it's not your own reflection.

"good game, right?" you scare yourself with your own voice – already so harsh and raspy. it comes out mean and you wince. you tear your eyes from his, focusing on the sweet drink that's locked behind the glass instead.

oikawa is never this quiet and it makes you want to hit him. make a joke. just do it. just do it already. but he doesn't. his steps are quiet as he goes to lean on the vending machine. he's nothing if not observant; he sees your shaky hands pressing the buttons with so much effort; how the lips that are usually pulled into a beautiful grin he loves so much are now wobbling, ready to spill all of your sorrows. your clenched jaw as you try to avoid his gaze for whatever reason.

please, look at me.

the vending machine dings as the mechanics push your drink to you. his eyes are unforgiving and you know he means well. you know he's not gonna make fun of you, he's not gonna tease you – not now. but you still feel ashamed, whether he says the joke or not; the joke has already been made and it's right here, standing in front of a stupid pink vending machine.

your head shakes on it's own, casting shame on yourself on it's own. the drink falls with a loud thud! but before you can kneel down to get it, a hand on your wrist stops you.

his hand is so warm and it's unusual, considering he tends to be cold almost always. he doesn't push you and let's you take a deep breath before you raise your eyes to his.

if his heart wasn't shattered before, it sure is now. your eyes are red and glassy, but mostly tired, so tired. there's no glint in them, dull and sad. his hand slips from your wrist to your palm, intertwining his fingers with yours. "you did well."

your head falls back as you choke out a broken laugh. "oh, fuck off. i don't wanna fucking hear that. it makes me sick." staring at the ceiling, you shake your head again as if to rid of the words from your mind.

oikawa feels useless. he's been in your situation and yet, he can't think of anything good to say. he remembers how much he hated whenever people said that to him after their loss to karosuno. he tries to swallow the lump in his throat; everything he comes up with just makes him feel even more sick. he wants to cry because he doesn't know how to comfort you. how to make it all better.

"do you want me to stay with you?"

that's the best he can come up with. maybe just his presence will be enough when his words clearly aren't. but when you shake your head again, his heart sinks.

"that's alright. let's uh– ... tomorrow, yeah?" bringing your eyes down from the ceiling, you try to give him a reassuring smile that says i'm fine but it obviously doesn't work. you see the hurt in his eyes and you just feel bad. you feel bad for everything. you're upsetting people even off the court. you just can't help it can you?

"i'm good. i just need to be alone right now." you try again, squeezing his hand. his mouth opens but another voice cuts him off.

"oikawa!"

from around the corners emerges an angry looking iwaizumi. "here you fucking are. coach said it's bed time—"

when his eyes travel from his troublesome best friend over to yours, he swallows his words in an instant. you see the remorse wash over his face and you kind of want to laugh. it's all too funny in a fucked up way. "sorry for interrupting. hey, that was a really goo—"

good game!

he stops himself. fuck. what do you say in this situation?

"good game, i know. maybe next time it'll be a great one, hm?" the bitterness just oozes out of you without your consent, making iwaizumi wince. you feel bad.

pulling your hand from oikawa's, you kneel down to finally grab your nearly forgotten drink. "it's okay, really. i know what you mean."

another weak smile. a pathetic one. "see you at breakfast, yeah?"

oikawa shoving iwaizumi is the last thing you see as you're making your way back to your room. your hands still haven't stopped shaking and opening the door is so fucking hard. the key card slips from between your fingers—

breathe... in...

and out...

you kneel down and pick it up in slow motion as you're tunnel visioning on just getting inside the room. you hear the click! and you burst in, slamming the door shut. the ugly reflection is back and it's laughing at you and you can't do it anymore. your knees buckle from under you, hitting the soft carpeted floor as you weep. hunched over, you just look like a big pile of guilt.

clutching at your heart through your shirt, you cry and you cry, taking in raggedy breaths just to let out pathetic little sounds. everything hurts – your knees, your arms, your head, your eyes, your fingers, your legs, your inner cheek. you pretty much crawl to the bathroom, grabbing a handful of tissues before plopping right back down onto the floor. your nose hurts, too.

for almost an hour – you don't move from your spot, rooted and rotting into the carpet. it's pathetic. you think about how the others are watching the movie, shedding tears quietly but together, nonetheless. sick of your own actions, you push yourself up and change your clothes. you even manage to drink some water and wash your face in this half-alive state of being. a+ for effort, huh?

you bury yourself under the blanket, wishing the bed would swallow you whole instead. the tears have returned and you feel the pillow getting wetter and wetter by the second. you don't have it in you to grab another tissue though, letting the feeling of the soaked material remind you of your fuckup.

a floor and a few rooms away, oikawa can't stop pacing around. "but they said they didn't want me to go with them...."

"have you ever considered that people lie, idiot?" a tired iwaizumi replies from underneath his blanket on the bed. "especially in a situation like this. it's not like you were any better, you know."

oikawa just glares at him, although it's very hard for iwaizumi to take him seriously when he's wearing his matching plaid pj set. "but what if they get upset that i didn't listen to them?"

"but don't you wanna go and comfort them?" iwaizumi questions harshly. "don't you wanna be there for them? is your fear of overstepping more important than their well-being right now?"

oikawa thinks of your tired, sad eyes and his fingers twitch. "no."

"obviously, dick. go on, then. you have to be back for breakfast though or i'll punch you." iwaizumi states before turning away from his friend and disappearing completely under the blanket.

"you're so mean, iwa... can you not threathen to punch me every two seconds? i'm trying to be so good." oikawa mutters with a pout, grabbing his phone and his hoodie, ready to be your knight in shining armor. knight in plaid pyjamas more like.

"just go already." his friend grumbles and oikawa gifts him a small bye-bye as he's already halfway out the door. the next thing he knows, he's sprinting through the hallways, thanking himself in his head for making you tell him your room number the second he saw you this morning. he doesn't even take the elevator, instead taking triple steps up the stairs. he's also thanking himself for becoming an athlete.

knock! knock! knock!

dismissing that as just a noise from the room next door, you continue your sniffling but when the knocks repeat in a faster manner, you figure one of your teammates had forgotten their key card. so, ever so slowly you push yourself from the comfort of your bed and head over to the door while trying to wipe the tears from your eyes as to look at least a little bit more composed. you're even ready to crack a joke about them losing the card, desperate to disctract the person behind the door from yourself.

but it's not any of your teammates, nor is it your manager of your coach.

it's your oikawa instead – eyes wide open and slightly panting. "you said you don't want me here but i– fuck, how many steps can be between one floor..." he clutches his hand over his chest, the stupid comment slipping out all on its own.

for a millisecond, for a fraction of time, the corners of your lips turn upward but they fall just as fast back down, leaving you both just standing there, staring at each other.

your eyes look way worse now; way more red, way more tired, way more sad, way more dull than a mere hour ago. he should've come here sooner and he imagines iwaizumi slapping the back of his head for his mistake.

"you said you wanna be alone but i don't care."

his blunt statement catches you a little off-guard, your eyebrows furrowing but oikawa just takes it as a green light. if you didn't want him there, surely you'd tell him that right away but you've been standing here with him for a almost half a minute and nothing.

he takes a step, closing the distance between the two of you. he pushes his glasses up on his nose and fiddles with his own fingers and it's weird again. he's nervous. but this isn't about him – it's about you. whatever he's feeling right now is nothing compared to what you're feeling and he just wants to be here for you.

for a second time today, he watches your bottom lip wobble and your chest rise as you take short sharp breaths. and for a second time today, a pair of eyes feel actually comforting. he's not trying to burn you, he's not trying to take back time and alter your actions. he's merely observing instead of dissecting. he's ready to catch you when you fall.

and you do. it's hard not to when he's standing in front of you and looking at you so fondly. your head falls against his strong chest, hands tucked between your bodies as his firmly wrap around you. he takes another step inside and closes the door behind him with his foot.

he listens to you cry into him, he feels your tears on his shirt and through it, on his skin. your hands grasp onto the material, bunching it up in your fists and he just holds you tighter against him.

"you're gonna win next time, i promise" he murmurs.

but when you just sob out a but i wanted to win this time, his heart aches so bad he thinks he's going to die.

oikawa curses at himself for walking right into that one and this time he swears he feels iwaizumi slap the back of his head for real. but he has no time to pity his poor choice of words when he feels your hands clutching at him just where his heart is.

he whispers a quiet i know and you sniffle again. he starts drawing soothing circles onto your back with his palm and he feels so warm. releasing his shirt from your hold, you snake your hands around his body instead, burrowing your face even more into his chest and you faintly hear him coo. it's the first time ever that he's done it in a genuine way and it's the first time you haven't felt the need to punch him for it.

his hand rests on the back of your head, keeping you in your place as he gently sways the both of you from side to side. "i got you."

after some time, he feels you going slack against him and decides to guide you to the bed. he climbs in with you and safely tucks you into the crook of his neck and lets you cry some more as he whispers it's okay against your temple. he just hopes that he's actually helping, that his words actually have an effect. god, he hopes he's making it at least a bit better for you.

he is. he's doing more than he could ever imagine. the thick goo of guilt and shame seems to be draining out of you when you feel his lips brush against your skin. he just might be washing the it off of you with his quiet praise. his words don't sound condescending nor do they sound fake. he means it when he says that you really did do well.

the tears have dried by now and oikawa can feel your eyelashes fluttering against his neck. the long tiring day is finally catching up to you as your breathing slows. he rests his head on top of yours and presses your body indifinitely closer to his. the tips of his fingers dance across your skin, drawing little circles and hearts as he soaks in the sight of you relaxing against him under the moonlight.

"did..."

your meek voice makes him crane his neck back so he can look at you better, ready to hear out whatever complaint you have, ready to comply to whatever request you have.

"did iwaizumi send you?"

...

"WHAT?" it comes out way louder and in a way higher pitch than he'd intended it to. he immediately clears his throat but his eyebrows are still furrowed. "i wanted to come here, why would you say that..."

he still can't see your face clearly from this angle but the way your body moves, is telling him that this isn't you crying anymore. this is you laughing.

"are you– are you fucking laughing at me right now?" he questions, trying to pry you from his neck to confirm his suspicion. and he's fucking right. when you finally unlatch yourself from his body and roll onto your back, you have the tiniest, smallest smile on your lips and oikawa's mouth falls slack. "i wanted to come! i– i'm a good friend!"

it shouldn't be this funny. it really shouldn't because he is a good friend, isn't he? he's here now, holding you, comforting you; he came to you and you're now making fun of him. but you can't help it, the thought of iwaizumi "lecturing" him is silly in this moment. not that you doubt that he came here only because of that, of course. but knowing him, you just think he probably needed a push to actually do it.

oikawa holds himself up above you, observing the small freckles that adorn your face. your eyes are still red and still tired but... the small little glint is back. the same one that's always there when you make fun of him. or when you laugh.

"i literally ran here and this is how you treat me?"

"you're telling me it took you an hour to run up the stairs? i thought you were a volleyball player, shouldn't your stamina be better–" you poke at his chest (right where his heart is) and he lets out a very loud and a very dramatic gasp. "or did your boyfriend have to convince you to come over and console me?"

oikawa's lips tilt into a smirk, happy to hear you barking at him at last. "first of all, don't ever call him my boyfriend ever again–" he situates himself next to you, so his both hands are free. you should've seen this coming, too. "and second of all, you really oughta treat me better."

before you can taunt him with a good old "or what?", his hands are tickling your sides, fingers dancing along your skin as laughter bubbles up from your throat. you try to fight him off, hands clutching onto his in order to stop his torment but to no avail.

"i am... trying... to be.... a good... friend... and this is... what i get... huh..." he rasps as he continues soaking in the sound of your laughter.

"you're.... always... in it for something... that's not... a... real friend... tooru..." you breathe back with a grin and he stops. he doesn't take his hands off of you though, just resting them on your waist.

"you're spending way too much time with iwaizumi, you're both just so mean to me." he's pouting. oikawa is sitting back on his legs and he's actually pouting.

"am i gonna have to console you now?"

"yes." he deadpans.

...

you push yourself up onto your elbow and lean up to boop his nose. "you're stupid."

"no, you're stupid." he grins back.

he has his ways of getting you out of a slump, he always has. him sitting here on your tiny little bed, pouting and laughing is only merely of them. you couldn't wish for a better friend. his hands feel so warm on you and you're so grateful. sitting up, you slap your hands on his shoulders (which of course, makes him wince in a very over the top way). "thanks for coming, tooru."

he rolls his eyes. "pffft."

...

pfft?

"excuse me?" you glare at him and he decides that you and iwaizumi can never hang out ever again.

"i– i meant– yeah, of course. anything for you." he stutters out as you keep glaring at him. he then leans in closer, so much so that your noses are almost touching. "i'm really proud of you, you know."

heat crawls up from your neck and you feel the tips of your ears warm up, overwhelmed by the sudden genuine praise. but you can't let him have the upper hand. not now, not ever. he'll never let you live it down.

"your breath stinks, you know."

his eyes close with another incredibly dramatic sigh as he rests his forehead against yours but while doing so, he takes notice of your hot skin and the way you giggle, and translates it into your language –

thank you.

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kairismess · 4 months

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.•*★︎彡 multiple characters . . .

his girl. (part 1) - daichi sawamura + kotaro bokuto

his girl. (part 2) - asahi azumane + shinsuke kita

his girl. (part 3) - hajime iwaizumi + wakatoshi ushijima

haikyuu pair headcanons - kuroo + kenma

first kisses with the haikyuu characters.

i love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard? - haikyuu angst headcanons.

haikyuu teams with a foreign manager

their ideal dates. (part 1) -kei tsukishima + osamu miya + kenma kozume

their ideal dates. (part 2) - kotaro bokuto + tetsurou kuroo + tooru oikawa

pocky challenge with him. (part 1) - tobio kageyama + kei tsukishima + yuu nishinoya

pocky challenge with him. (part 2) - tetsurou kuroo + satori tendou + keiji akaashi

pocky challenge with him. (part 3) - osamu miya + atsumu miya + kotaro bokuto

pocky challenge with him. (part 4) - kenma kozume + tadashi yamaguchi + koushi sugawara

the lipstick trend challenge with him. - kei tsukishima + tobio kageyama + kotaro bokuto

his streamer girlfriend. (part 1) - tetsurou kuroo + koushi sugawara + hajime iwaizumi + osamu miya

when he loves me... - koushi sugawara + shoyo hinata + tadashi yamaguchi + lev haiba

he might've... messed up. - atsumu miya + tooru oikawa + rintaro suna

haikyuu boys when you do their hair. - tetsurou kuroo + kenma kozume + tooru oikawa + tadashi yamaguchi

the haikyuu boys at a beach resort with you. - atsumu miya + kiyoomi sakusa + yuu nishinoya + asahi azumane

how the haikyuu boys react to your forehead kisses. - shoyo hinata + tobio kageyama + tadashi yamaguchi

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touyazbbygirl · 1 month

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I ain’t sayin she’s a gold digger-

No warnings. Might be slightly angsty if you squint but very comforting and reassurance. Pro!Suna, Pro!Oikawa and Editor!Akaashi.

Ft: Suna, Oikawa and Akaashi

Requests are open and discords are linked in my pinned post💙 tip jar <3

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followmybones · 1 year

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Kiyoomi Sakusa is the type of guy who would write you poetry, sentimental notes, and the most romantic letters but never give them to you. It’s partially out of embarrassment, but mostly it is because of the anxiety of not knowing how you would respond to it. At some point in your relationship, he stops trying to talk himself into giving them to you at all. At first, he didn't know why he kept them, but at this point, it's a habit, so he continues. That changes, however, the night before your wedding when Kiyoomi hands you a box, which, to your surprise, is heavy. The two of you were spending the night apart, so it puzzled you when he said he had kept these for so long that he figured you might want them. When you opened the box, Kiyoomi’s neat handwriting stood out. The paper on the very top read: “The things I was too scared to share with you, I love you.” Page after page was filled with your life together. It was like reading your Omi fall in love with you, and it was so clear to see just how much he loved you. It was intense and passionate and so very personal, it was all the things Omi was to his very core. The cherry on top was at the very bottom of the box. It was the oldest note dating back to the day after your first date, which read: “I think this could really lead to love.”

#token of bones #x male reader #male reader drabble #male reader #male reader fluff #x gender neutral reader #gn! reader #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #hq x male reader #hq x gender neutral reader #hq x gn reader #sakusa kiyoomi x male reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x gn!reader #hq x gn!reader

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folklorebae · 1 year

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𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

meet me at midnight m.list

cast(s)/genre: gn!reader & sakusa kiyoomi/angst to fluff

wc: 0.5k

warning: swearing

You remember when your friends warned you about this arranged marriage—it’s not going to be about laughs, intimacy, or fun dates. They’re not wrong, but you like your husband, despite his initially aloof demeanor, he is a good person.

However, why have the two of you not talked for three days and slept on different beds? For some reason, there’s a part of you that knows he still cares about you, since he always makes you breakfast every morning before he leaves for work. So, the problem you two are facing isn't too serious, right?

Tearing your gaze away from the ceiling, you look at the digital clock on your nightstand. 12.02 am. “Fuck, I can’t sleep.”

You wake up from your supposed shared bed, lazily walking towards the kitchen. You’re about to look for something to eat or drink, but the second your fingers touch the fridge handle, you hear a familiar voice calling your name.

Taking a deep breath, you turn your body to face him. “Kiyoomi...”

“What are you doing?” He asks, standing a few feet away from you.

You shake your head. “I can’t sleep. What–”

“I’m sorry.” He cuts you off before walking up to you and taking your hands in his, softly rubbing the silver band on your ring finger.

You look at his face, the most beautiful face you’ve ever seen looks empty. A single tear shamelessly falls from his eye, his eyebags almost matching yours. It’s crystal clear he doesn't get enough sleep he deserves, and little do you know, he has trouble falling asleep on his own when you aren't right next to him. It’s crazy to think how things can change in less than five months.

The corner of your lips curl downward, heart shattering inside like broken glass. The idea of you hurting your own husband makes tears stream down your face, and the next thing you know, you're hanging by your feet, pinned to his chest with your arms at your sides. He hugs you so tight that you wonder if you can breathe, but suddenly you are released.

“I’m sorry too.” You sob as you wipe your tears away. “Please, don’t let us go.”

Sakusa looks at you in shock, he quickly shakes his head. “Of course I won’t! Are you crazy?”

You rest your head on his chest and slowly close your eyes, relishing the sound of his heartbeat. Automatically, Sakusa places his hand on your back. “I don’t want us to argue anymore. I’d do anything for this marriage.”

“Me too.” You smile, wrapping your arms around his waist. The comfortable silence suddenly comes in between the two of you, and somehow you find yourself starting to move your feet, slowly dancing, which Sakusa quickly follows.

He lets out a single breathless chuckle. “Why are we dancing?”

You pop your head up, looking at him straight in the eyes. A bashful smile surfaces on your pretty face. “I don’t know, do you wanna stop?”

“One more minute and we go to sleep.”

“On the same bed?” You joke, but he quickly removes himself from you and turns around, walking towards your shared bedroom.

“Kiyoomi!” You exclaim before laughing to yourself.

“It’s Sakusa to you!”

#arranged marriage + sakusa= my dream #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x gn!reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu angst #haikyuu fluff #hq x reader #hq x gn!reader #hq x gender neutral reader #sakusa x reader #sakusa x gn!reader #sakusa x gender neutral reader #sakusa drabble #sakusa angst #sakusa fluff #meet me at midnight—event!

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sunarots · 1 year

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hate you?

koushi isn't really sure on what it is that daichi and asahi are talking about because his eyes are fixed on you on the other side of the room. he's wondering what it is you're talking to kiyoko about, what kiyoko could possibly be saying to have you laughing as hard as you are. but he's not mad about it in the slightest. in fact, his heart is stuttering even though he can't hear you over the blaring music, because the smile on your face has him swooning much too hard to be able to hear anything over the beating over his own heart.

he's pretending to listen to the conversation between his friends and nods his head to whatever daichi says, but he's forced to finally divert his attention when there's an arm around his neck urging him to his feet. koushi looks at asahi in surprise and before he knows it his feet are moving in time with his friend's right towards

you.

and even though he's held plenty of conversations with you over the years of high school, it's nothing new, but now that he's seeing you so close to graduation and he may not see you again for a long time? it's terrifying. fear bubbles in his stomach when he stands in front of you and kiyoko with asahi and daichi on either side of him to prevent him from running, and it's only now ringing in his mind what it was daichi could have said, and they all involve something that makes him wish he had shaken his head instead.

you smile at him with a greeting and his head whirls at a million miles a minute because your smile is the most magical thing he's seen in his life. he smiles back at you and he knows it's nothing compared to yours, not with the way your eyes still seem to sparkle even under the led lights of the party.

your lips move and you ask a question that he doesn't hear. koushi clears his throat and apologises, asking you to repeat yourself.

you smile again and he has to will himself to listen to what it is you actually say. "do you want to get some air?"

and he does, he really does. because even when he's trying to pay attention he can barely hear your voice and it makes him sad because oh, he really likes your voice.

you follow him outside and there's very little people and the music is distant and he can see just how perfect you look under the moonlight and how lucky he is to stand here with you. but there's anxiety in your aura and he so desperately wants to rid you of it because why should you be anxious? it's just you two, and he could never find himself judging you.

and then you ask another question that makes his heart drop. "do you hate me?"

because those four words are horrifying for him to hear. hate you? how could he hate you? sugawara koushi adores you. his expression softens and he shakes his head slightly, a breath escaping past your lips at his gentle denial.

"because it seems a little like you hate me. you barely talk to me unless you're with daichi or asahi or i'm with kiyoko. i feel like you hate me and i don't want to leave karasuno without knowing what i did to make you hate me."

you hadn't been paying attention with your focus on getting across your point, but he's taken step after step towards you so he can finally look at you up close and he smiles.

you stop when he smiles at you because why should he be smiling when you're talking about him hating you?

"i could never hate you," he says, keeping his hands firm by his sides. "everything about you..." he takes in a sharp breath and considers stopping, but he can't let you think he hates you. "you're everything that i want."

those five words have you standing staring in surprise because you never would have thought koushi sugawara liked you. not when he can't look at you and he won't come near you unless there's a third person in the vicinity but the way his hands are on your cheeks and he's leaning in with hesitance- no, he can't hate you.

koushi sugawara can't hate you if his he's holding your face in his hands like he's scared you're going to break. no, he could never hate you when he's kissing you so softly, like he's trying to savour every moment. he couldn't hate you when he pulls away with nothing but care and warmth in his eyes.

"hate you?" he whispers, voice carried away into the night by the music. "i love you."

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #hq x reader #hq x you #hq x y/n #hq x gn!reader #sugawara x you #sugawara x reader #sugawara x y/n #sugawara koushi x reader #sugawara koushi x you #sugawara koushi x y/n #hq suga #hq sugawara #hq fluff #haikyuu fluff #sugawara fluff

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r4zberrygirl · 11 months

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Mr. Superior Thinkin'

miya atsumu x gn reader, slight iwaizumi hajime x reader, post timeskip, angst

cw: past relationships and breakup

an: fully aware this is shitty, i had a good vision in the beginning but totally lost it like halfway through lol ill probably edit this later, no pronouns and no physical description of reader :) -raz

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : I Bet You Think About Me

ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯

Entering the venue where Japan’s national men’s volleyball team was holding a party for all of the players and their partners to interact with one another, you take a deep breath. The music is loud and the lights are low. Everyone is having a good time, laughing with old friends, drinking with plus ones. You think you even see Sakusa Kiyoomi having fun from an assumed safe distance away from strangers. You look around, knowing you’re one of the best dressed attendees and smile seeing familiar faces. You grab a martini from the bar with the captain’s wife and chat with her about her husband as she asks you about your own relationship. You feel a pair of eyes on your back and you turn around to meet a once familiar brown gazing into your own, his new partner oblivious to his staring.

Your relationship with Atsumu lasted well over two years, carefree, loving, and happy. Yet you never felt wanted when his friends were around. You weren’t clingy. And you made sure of it by giving him space when his friends came by, but sometimes you couldn't help wanting to sit with your boyfriend while he did his own thing. Atsumu’s friends never verbalized their distaste of you being around, but you weren’t stupid enough not to notice their judgemental glances when they thought you weren't paying attention. It was clear you and Atsumu weren’t from the same crowd. His arrogant and self centered attitude couldn’t be more different from your selfless heart. But people always say, “You can’t help who you fall for,” which is exactly what came out of Atsumu’s mouth the day he asked you to be his.

The next few years with Atsumu flew by and though you both had your disagreements, you made things work. Your second year of college is where things started to go awry. School became more challenging for you, but you worked hard for your degree. Atsumu would scoff and ridicule your effort towards your goal that to him seemed worthless. Your boyfriend had his dream career on a silver platter laid out for him, needing nothing more than the talent and determination he already had. And you tried your best to be supportive of his dream but when he told you during one of your scuffles that you wouldn't go anywhere in life without someone to guide you, enough was enough. You ended your prolonged relationship with a simple, “Don’t come looking for me to apologize.” And he never did.

It took you a while to start dating again after your breakup since you wanted to achieve your dreams on your own to prove your self worth. Only one man made you feel whole again after Atsumu took a piece of your heart and shattered it, and he happened to be the one who invited you to come to this event in the first place. The eye contact you had with Atsumu crumbled when you felt a strong, comforting hand glide across your back to rest on your hip at the bar. You smiled and gave a kiss to the cheek of your boyfriend who asked if you were feeling alright. Assuring him you were, he disappeared to go talk to Kageyama and his date for the evening. You stole another look at your ex boyfriend whose eyes never stopped staring, but were now full of regret. His mind flashes back to his brother’s words, harsh but true, “Why would you let her go?” Atsumu remembers his brother’s shouting like it was yesterday and yet he still couldn't pick himself up to go after you all those years ago. All Atsumu could do now was watch in anguish as his team’s athletic trainer wraps his arms around the girl he used to call his. You leave the venue early with Hajime, feeling lucky that you met him after becoming successful, even though you're sure he would’ve loved you the same either way.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #hq x gn!reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu angst #iwaizumi x reader #raz.writes #Spotify

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zmbiesuga · 10 months

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UNLEARN MY HURT — s. kiyoomi x gn!reader

sypnonsis: growing up in a home where lashing out was normal, it's weird to have someone be so patient with you as you unlearn all those toxic behaviors

warnings: mentions of fighting, reader never learned how to properly express themselves (me), sakusa is so loving and patient that it's sickening, hurt/comfort-ish??, established relationship, use of petnames (angel)

notes: i want to preface this by saying, i used my own experience with my toxic household so i'm sorry if it doesn't resonate with everybody, i also wrote this at 5 in the morning so if there're mistakes whoopsies, i'll fix them later

something people don't realize, is that sakusa kiyoomi is a patient man.

he's patient with atsumu when he's annoying him, he's patient with hinata and bokuto as their rowdiness becomes too overwhelming for him, and he's patient with himself as he takes deep breaths to avoid snapping.

sakusa kiyoomi is in touch with emotions and is open about how he feels. he seems brooding and closed-off, but he's the last person to hesitate to tell someone how they're making him feel.

sakusa kiyoomi is your polar opposite.

it's hard for you to open up about a lot of things, especially anger. it's hard for you to keep it in check, so you push it down. the more you do it, the worse it becomes. which leads to your small irritation becoming full-fledged rage at the simplest of things.

this is something that rings true tonight as you walk through the door to you and omi's shared apartment, pinching the bridge of your nose with closed eyes as you let out a heavy sigh before you hear kiyoomi emerge from the living room.

"hey," he says softly as his eyes look at your figure up and down (that's something else about kiyoomi, he can read people eerily well), he can almost smell the anger radiating off of you, "...you wanna talk about it?"

he walks over to you and puts a comforting hand on your shoulder that you shrug off almost immediately as you walk to the kitchen, where he follows.

after a few minutes of silence as you get yourself a drink, you turn to kiyoomi with furrowed brows, "why don't you ever get mad at me?"

sakusa blinks a few times in confusion before he furrows his own brows, "...what?" he questions in that same soft tone, "you want me to get mad at you...?"

"no," you say firmly, almost in a sneer, "i said, why don't you ever get mad at me."

truth be told, you were yelling at yourself to shut up and stop while you were ahead. ultimately though, you decided to ignore your better conscience as you continued to attempt to push his buttons.

"i mean, if you shrugged my hand off of your shoulder and ignored me, i'd be fuming," you admitted, your voice slowly getting louder, "i just...don't understand why you never scream, why you never get mad at me and take it out on me as a response."

sakusa took a deep breath before he responded calmly, "because what good would that do us, angel?"

your eyes widen slightly as you look at him, searching your brain for an answer, "because..." you mumble as you trail off in useless thought.

you can't actually think of any reason, you just know that's how your parents dealt with things. pushed them away until it got too much to handle, and then snap at each other almost over nothing.

you look away from him with slight embarrassment as you swallow the lump in your throat as sakusa walks over to you, holding your face between his hands.

"it wouldn't do me any good to yell at you, even if i'm irritated with you," he said, "i just find something else to take it out on, like the volleyball court or taking some time alone. something i can do to process how i'm feeling."

you look up at him as your eyes become glossy, placing your own hands on his where they rest against the side of your face.

"angel, i love you, but pushing down how you're feeling isn't healthy," he says in a comforting tone, "and it also isn't healthy to take it out on someone who hasn't done anything. i know emotions are hard, okay? but i need you to understand that i'm here to help you through them and figure out what works best for you."

you looked up at him and nodded as you blinked, a few tears running down your face in the process that sakusa quickly wiped away.

"so how about we go sit down, and you tell me what's actually wrong, okay?" he asked again in a soft tone, a warm smile tugging at his lips.

you nodded again as you took his hand, sitting down on the couch as you prepared to open up.

he was right, emotions are hard, but having someone as patient as sakusa kiyoomi around makes them a little bit easier.

#love letters from leo #my dearest haikyuu #i need a sakusa in my life tbh #sakusa x reader #sakusa x gn!reader #sakusa fluff #sakusa comfort #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x gn!reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu comfort #hq x reader #hq x gn!reader #hq fluff #hq comfort #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x gn!reader

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undobutton · 2 years

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I HATE THE BEACH! Suna x Reader

warnings: swearing, reader doesn't like the beach, suna carries you at the end

reader: gender neutral!

genre: fluff!

wc: 363

characters: Suna Rintarou. (Mentions of the Miya twins)

synopsis: You hate the beach, there's nothing good about it really. Except your lovely boyfriend.

a/n: it's shorter than I wanted. But I'm very sleepy. also apologies for any clunky dialogue or grammar mistakes.💕

“It’s hot, sandy, and there are way too many people.”

“Tell that to Atsumu.” Your boyfriend mumbles, gesturing to the false blonde who was currently making a sandcastle with enthusiasm as his brother gave suggestions from his chair, to which Atsumu would tell him to come and build his own castle. It would only get worse from there. (Suna already has eight pictures and five videos of their arguments conversations.)

You huff, dusting some sand off your legs in attempts to get more comfortable. Deciding that staying is only a little better than trying to drag Atsumu from his fun, that would be a workout and a half.

“and if you’re hot, go into the water.” Rintarou suggests.

“to drown?”

“You can’t swim?”

“Whether I can or can’t swim has nothing to do with it!”

“I can go buy you some floaties if you need them.” Suna chuckles.

“Hardy har.”

“Or I can hold you the whole time.”

“That's a little tempting,” you say gazing at him in all his shirtless glory, as the sun gently kisses him, you sigh, wishing to switch places with it, continuing, you notice his light blue swim trunks are pulled down a bit and- you shift your sights to the water, feeling heat gather on your cheeks. It can’t be that bad right? a little fish piss never hurt anyone…

Yeah no.

“Is that a yes or a no on the holding?” Suna asks, adjusting in his beach chair, pulling up his shorts.

“No, I’m not going in there.”

“Well, I am.”

Suna stands, stretching from side to side and kicking off his sandals.

“you’re gonna leave me here?” You ask, in slight disbelief.

“mhm, go play with Atsumu, or sit with Osamu.”

“But I wanna sit with you, Rin.”

“Come into the water then."

Love makes people do crazy things, Crazy. Ass. Things.

Like going into the cold, salty, unforgiving sea. Just to spend a little more time with your boyfriend. On the bright side, he did end up carrying you bridal style back to your shoes so your feet wouldn’t get sandy. Since he too is a person easily swayed by love, his love for you anyways. No debate about that.

-button🌺

#hq suna #haikyuu suna #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintaro #suna x reader #haikuuu suna x reader #haikyuu x gn!reader #hq x gn!reader

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rinslove · 2 years

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Hi! Can i pls request some random husband texts with Atsumu? Thank you 💕

RANDOM HUSBAND TEXTS

featuring: miya atsumu x gn!reader

warnings: pet names ('darling' x8), one suggestive comment in second pic

autumn's note: atsumu is such husband material i take no criticism or anything he's so <3

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lyssasdrafts · 1 year

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— FOOTNOTE

relationship: iwaizumi hajime x gn! reader

includes: friends to lovers, unrequited love, angst (?), a little bit ooc for iwaizumi

like you always do, you wait for him at the bus stop, ignoring the sound of water hitting the shelter you’re sitting under. looking away from your phone, you check to make sure that it’s definitely raining.

hey i’m so sorry i’m running late

i’ll be there in 10mins?

you let out a sigh as you realize you’ll have to walk out in this weather, before you respond.

yeah sure it’s alright

i brought my umbrella too so

so glad to have a friend like you, thanks 👍

you consider getting up and going without him. you’re running late and you’ll be soaking by the time you make it. but you don’t. you don’t ever get up.

because you’d always wait for him. even if you know your feelings aren’t returned, you’d wait. you’d wait for him as long as it took. even if it’s raining.

“you told me that patience won’t change how you felt.”

you don’t mind sharing an umbrella. iwaizumi offers to hold over both of you, and tells you to move closer to him.

“aren’t you gonna be cold?” he asks.

“so i’ll stop being pretentious and loathing our friendship.”

from afar, you two look like a couple. his arm is around you, pulling you close enough that you can hear strangers who you nod at as you walk by whispering “aren’t they sweet?” when they think you’re out of earshot.

“let’s hope the weather is nicer than this in California,” you smile, he perks up when you mention his scholarship.

“then who’s gonna walk with you everyday?”

“i’m sure i’ll find someone,” you poke at him.

“you’d probably get lost by yourself”

“should’ve let you drown in the rain.” you laugh.

“so i’ll just take a footnote in your life.”

the truth is that you don’t want him to leave. you don’t want him to leave behind his life, the one that he shared so much of with you. you don’t want to drift apart from each other.

“we ate at a restaurant, the host said we’re cute.”

“thank you, we’re not together though.” he laughs, you don’t know if you should smile or look away from him.

“we are both good looking, though, are we not?” you wait until you’re both alone to make that joke.

he makes a face at you before he chuckles, “in your dreams, you wish.”

“we shared the moscato and laughed cause it’s true, for me.”

you’d dropped him off at the airport yesterday.

iwaizumi is the type to comfort you by taking your hand or patting you on the back. he prefers to show his affection by doing little things; he offers to carry your bags for you, he listens when you’re upset and won’t admit it, or like when he held that umbrella you shared.

hugs from iwaizumi are rare. but when it’s the last call and he’s supposed to be boarding the plane in a few minutes, your friend doesn’t know what else to do but to pull you in.

“i swear i’ll call you everyday,” he mutters as he notices you’re crying.

“you taught me a lesson, that feelings are reckless.”

and so you find yourself the day after walking alone for the first time, trying not to step into a puddle. you hadn’t realized how quick the autumn season was passing by until now. you notice how cold the wind has become while pondering about your best friend who’d just left. you stop in your tracks after you see a message from iwaizumi.

just landed. gotta unpack now 😭

maybe you’re glad you never acted on your feelings for him. that you’re not holding him back if you had confessed. you’re glad you were even able to be a part of his life, even if he’ll just remember you as “someone he used to know back home.”

“but a footnote will do. (please don’t forget me.)”

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Can I please request an urgent request about Kenma taking care of reader after their very painful stomach surgery? Thank you TT

Kenma Taking Care of Reader After Their Surgery

Pairing: Kenma x Gn!Reader

Warnings: mentions of surgery, fear, crying, vomiting, pain

Genre: Comfort

Post-Type: Oneshot

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: In which Kenma takes care of you after your surgery

[A/N: Suzyyyyyyyy I hope you get better soon! I didn't specify the type of surgery reader had, bc I wasn't sure what to add to make it that specific and this just flowed better for me, I hope that's okay. enjoy <;3]

“Are you L/N’s family? They’re out of surgery now and in a room, you can all come in to see them now, if you’d like. They’re finally awake,” a Doctor calls out to Kenma and your family who are sitting anxiously in the hospital waiting room.

His character on his phone screen dies for the nth time at the news as he jumps up from his seat. He had spent his time in the waiting room playing a game on his phone, but really his mind was completely on you the whole time, not able to fully absorb himself in his games like he usually would.

Before your surgery, he did a great job of reassuring you that you’d be okay and seemed very calm on the outside about the whole thing, but on the inside he was freaking out. He hated how fearful you were about the whole process and would come to hate how much pain you’d be in afterwards. He wished he could take all your fear away, hence why he remained calm. Him freaking out in front of you wouldn't have helped you. And now nerves were eating him away inside as he walked behind your family to your hospital room.

The white walls were suffocating, and if it weren’t for you, Kenma would have never chosen to be in a place like that. He just wanted to be back home with you like things always were. His heartbeat was up to his throat as he approached the door that was slowly opened by your mother. Your mother was the first one by your side, checking you over to see if you were okay despite the pain clearly etched on your features.

Kenma snuck beside you and gave your hand a gentle squeeze before taking a seat in the far corner of your hospital room, away from your family. As much as he wanted to scan you up and down and try to distract you from the pain you felt, he was still a little uncomfortable displaying affection in front of your family, so he waited for them to leave. His eyes were on you the whole time, trying to express his love for you through them since he couldn’t say it out loud.

After what felt like hours with you in and out of sleep and groans of pain leaving your lips along with tears falling from your eyes, your family were finally heading out for the night. They bid you farewell and even patted Kenma on the back as your mother hugged him quickly, which embarrassed him a bit, but he hugged her back regardless–and then they were gone.

Now it was just the two of you in your hospital room. Visiting hours would be over in a few more hours, but he planned on staying there with you the whole time. Kenma took a seat on the chair your mother once occupied and held your hand gently as more tears fell from your eyes.

“It hurts so much,” you croak out, your throat in pain from the tubes that were down them during surgery.

He visibly gulps at the sight of you in pain; he hated seeing you like that. If he could take on all your pain for you he would–in a heartbeat. He felt so helpless beside you as all he could offer you were comforting words and his presence, but other than that, you had to go through the pain on your own with the very weak aid of your pain medication.

“I know Y/N,” he says softly, rubbing small circles on the back of your hand that he was still holding, “I wish I could do more to help you feel better, but all I can really do is just be here for you.”

And as much as it hurt to see you in so much pain, he stayed. Every day he came to the hospital as soon as visiting hours started, to the point until they ended. He stayed through the vomiting, the crying, restless nights–he was right there by your side until your discharge day.

Going home, Kenma continued to look after you. He listened carefully to the doctor's instructions, taking notes and memorizing everything like he would with the instructions to one of his video games. He was very serious about making sure you healed properly and got better as soon as possible.

In the beginning, he tries to keep you as still as possible, getting everything you need for you so you don’t have to strain yourself. He makes sure you’re well hydrated, even when that becomes too hard for you. When the time comes for you to get up on your feet, he’d hold your hand the whole time in case you need to squeeze it for support or if a rush of pain goes through you. All thoughts of video games go out the window and you become his main mission each day. He’s not satisfied until you’re fully healed.

Spends most nights pressing comforting kisses to your face and lips, shyly. He’s usually not so forward with his affection, but he thought maybe he would help distract you from your pain, so he didn’t mind if he got a little embarrassed.

One day you ask if you can play some games with him to help pass the time. You were sick and tired of the pain and just bored of not being able to go out like you usually did.

“Sure,” he agrees, setting up his console for the both of you.

You end up playing some multiplayer game with him, but he lets you win each round, he’s just truly focused on you, glad to see you in higher spirits for a change.

“Cute…”he whispers without even realizing it, clamping his hand over his mouth once what he said sets in and your eyes meet his.

Now bright red, he refuses to take his words back because he did mean them, you were so cute to him, absolutely beautiful, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t be any less embarrassed about it. You just smile at him and lean in for a kiss, making sure to not strain yourself in the process though, Kenma jumps up and connects your lips for you in a gentle kiss full of love.

The game is once again forgotten and the two of you talk for the rest of the night until it’s time for you to sleep again. It’s probably your third nap of the day, but he tucks you in and gets cozy beside you, joining you in each of your naps so you’re not lonely.

He loves you so much, and you’ll definitely feel the love during these next few weeks together as he takes care of you.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 10/28/2022

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