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thatnewweeb · 3 days
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College boyfriend Tsukishima who sometimes acts like he doesn't really care, but you know better.
Your friends ask why you bother staying with him. You're in college, you should be having fun, they'll tell you, not being with someone who doesn't care about you and isn't even fun.
You know better than them, of course. Your boyfriend just struggles with affection.
His care for you isn't shown by spinning you around in his arms when you see each other after classes, or kissing you in front of everyone to prove you're his, or keeping his arm around you when you go out together so no one else dares to talk to you.
His care is shown in smaller ways, ways that way more caring to you.
Instead, he'll cook for you when you have a busy day. He'll let you complain to him when you have a bad day, offer you suggestions for ways you can deal with your problems, or ways you can lower your stress.
He'll help you study when you have a test coming up, even if you aren't in the same classes. He'll introduce you to his family, tell you about his childhood, even secretly brag about you to his friends from high school (not that he'd ever tell you about that).
Tsukishima is a man that can come across as cold, but you know better. He's really just a big softie when it comes to you.
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galaxynajma · 3 days
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Are you a sports manga because you’re gay? Or are you gay because you’re a sports manga?
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iinoruu · 3 days
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farmer osamu miya through the years 🤠🌽
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haikyu-mp4 · 3 days
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Wrong call turned right
word count; 662 – gn!reader I think
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“He is so cute, oh my gosh,” you whisper to your best friend, glancing to the side where two guys from the volleyball team stood a couple of meters away. Kuroo Tetsuro and Kenma Kozume.
Your friend looked at you with furrowed brows before looking where your gaze went. She perked up when she saw who you were talking about and quickly grabbed your hand. “Kuroo? I totally know him, let me introduce you!” she announced, a bit too loudly for your liking. You two were the typical trope of extrovert adopts introvert.
You tried to protest and make her let go. “Nonono, stop it.” Unfortunately, the two guys were already turned to you as you approached them. Not good, not good!
“Kuroo, hey! Did I ever introduce you to my friend, y/n?” she asked, gesturing towards you after letting go of your hand.
“Pleasure to meet yo-“ Kuroo, ever the sociable charmer, smiled at you but you weren’t looking at him at all. You were staring at Kenma, who had no idea as he played on his console, with wide eyes.
Your friend frowned at you, confused for a moment before she realised where she misunderstood and turned back to Kuroo. “Who’s your friend?” As she asked this, she harshly bumped her elbow into your arm, making you snap out of your trance.
Kuroo did the same to Kenma, who glanced angrily up at him before finally looking up. Whoever decided to flirt with Kuroo weren’t usually interested in him. “This is Kenma.”
Now Kenma was the one staring at you, hearing the sound of defeat come from his console. “Hello,” he said, shy but not above greeting someone.
“Hi, it’s nice to meet you.”
Your friend stepped closer to Kuroo, smiling at Kenma. “Let me just borrow him for a moment, it’s for biology,” she said before quickly pushing the tall guy away, but only far enough to where she could still hear you.
Kuroo looked back at his friend, suddenly realising what yours was doing. “Okay, okay. Stop pushing, we have to listen.”
Kenma blinked awkwardly as he was suddenly left alone with you. “What were you playing?” you asked, cautiously moving a bit closer in case he would want to show you.
“It’s this new game,” he said. Kenma was not a very loud person, you noticed, and you could appreciate that. With small movements, you stepped up to his side and looked down at his console. You were not that familiar with gaming.
“Will you show me?” you ask and glance up at him, before moving your eyes right back to the game after realising he was that close. Kenma thought the same thing as you did, he appreciated how you were not so loud.
Wordlessly, he started the game again, making small comments about what he struggled with and even though you didn’t always understand what he meant, you would hum as if you did and nod your head. Now and then, Kenma glanced at you. There was a small smile on his face, as he had an inkling about you not understanding it.
Behind you, your friend is clutching her heart dramatically and Kuroo scoffs. “I’m such a good matchmaker!” she said as if she hadn’t almost tried to hook you up with the wrong guy.
“They do look kind of cute.” Kuroo thought she was being a bit dramatic, but he still smiled at how Kenma was not moving away from you. Also, it looked like he was talking, which was even better.
By the time your friend had to come over and drag you to your next class, you had asked for Kenma’s e-mail and he had given it to you with that small smile. You happily returned the smile after seeing the new contact, looking at him again now that you stepped away a bit. “Maybe you can show me some other games you like sometime?” you suggested.
“That sounds fun.”
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yomiro · 22 hours
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leoppipi · 2 days
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Tsukikage when fans ask them to make a heart
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iizuumi · 3 days
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them!
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balee-art · 3 days
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Iwa gives himself up for the "good of the mission".
Bonus Kiyoko x tanaka:
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ceb0p · 3 days
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pov: they overheard u talking about volleyball
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I've realised my favourite dynamic is weirdo x weider
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queenkeiji · 15 hours
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akaashi had a hard time convincing bokuto that he’s not going to suffocate (based on the meme below)
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meleth03 · 2 days
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Atsumu: Are ya mad? Kiyoomi: No. Atsumu: So sharpening knives at 2am is just a hobby?
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eggyrocks · 12 hours
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hi! #71 (second list) with suna rintarou pls? thank you!
this one i am very very excited abt
500 followers special: #71 “Kiss me, quick!”
suna x gn reader, fake dating trope, parties, drinking, not smut but kinda slutty, suna is slightly possessive/possessive language is used, not proofread
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Suna's nursing a bottle of beer. He's leaned up against the living room wall at a stranger's house and he looks just as bored as he always does. "This is stupid."
They're in the middle of emptying a shot glass down their throat when he speaks, and once they straighten out, throat still burning, they say, voice thick with a slick coating of alcohol, "Well, you already agreed, so no backing out now."
On the opposite side of the room, stands their ex. Tall and handsome and a complete fucking dickhead. Just the sight of them makes their teeth grind together. The sound of their laughter ringing across the room is worse.
Suna notices this. He notices the way the tense up, lip furled up in disgust and frozen into place like a hissing cat. He takes a swig of his beer before he speaks. “I don’t know why you’re bothering to make him jealous if you hate him so much.”
They’re fidgety, smoothing out the front of their jeans with sweaty palms and trying not to look over in their ex’s direction. They give Suna a too-sweet-to-be-real smile. “Because. I don’t want to make him jealous so he wants me again. I want to make his jealous so it hurts his fucking feelings.”
He scoffs, and gives him a half-hearted eye roll, but offers nothing as a rebuttal, except another gulp of his beer as they lean against the wall beside him, closer than they usually would.
They blink up at him. "Is he looking? Can you tell?"
"Nope," he answers easily without having to turn his head. Suna'll know. He's felt those stares on the back of his head plenty of times before while they were dating.
It's obvious to Suna why it has to be him, out of all their friends. Because their shit ex (whose name he can't remember and never bothered to learn) never liked him, never trusted him, caused arguments over him. Their ex was obsessed with him, convinced that Suna wanted what was his.
And so what if he was right.
They groan, bottom lip out in a pout. "He was staring at me nonstop like twenty minutes ago."
"Cause you look good in that outfit," he says. "Probably planning on trying to get you back."
"Fat fuckin' chance," they chuckle.
They want to look over, want to see if he's looking yet, because they know he will be, eventually. Nervous energy has them bouncing on their heels. "Just relax," Suna tells them, leaning in closer, placing his free hand over the curve of their neck. The contact makes goosebumps erupt over their skin. "He's glanced over a couple times," he says, much softer now, "I'll tell you when he's looking."
Suna's close now, much closer than they're used to, intense eyes not leaving their face. The proximity makes their throat feel dry, and the nerves that bundle in their gut multiple.
His touch is light, and, for some reason, it makes their skin burn. His fingers on their neck and the intensity of his stare, for just a fraction of a second, makes them forget exactly what they're here at this stupid party to do.
Suna grins when he says, "He's looking now."
And it snaps them back into reality. "Fuck okay, kiss me, quick!" they command, trying to keep the panic they feel in their chest from leaking into their voice.
They can already feel the heat from Suna's breath fan across their face from how close he is, but when he lets his eyes flutter shut, they are frozen in place, eyes still wide open.
He leans in slowly, not at all rushing like they asked him to. His nose bumps into theirs, lightly knock their head back, giving him easier access to their lips. The lowest part of their gut clenches, and suddenly the noise in the room feels like a distant buzz.
Suna's eyes are still closed. His hand creeps up their neck to spread his fingers out among the roots of their hair. "You want me to?" he asks.
And they're not sure what exactly it is that Suna's asking. But they know that, no matter what the question really means, the answer is yes. They give him a nod in confirmation, not trusting their voice.
He is so agonizingly close it makes every inch of their skin radiate heat. "Not good enough," he whispers, just for them to hear. "Say it out loud for me, so I know you mean it."
They swallow. "I want you to kiss me," they manage without stuttering.
Suna's in no rush. He chuckles, eyes opening up for a second to take in their blown out pupils and slightly parted lips. And it's only after he takes a moment to savor that sight that he tightly grips at the roots of their hair, pulling their head back slightly, and leans in to kiss them.
Suna does not kiss them in a way that's meant to make someone else jealous. He kisses them in a way that's meant to mark his territory. In a way that lets everyone around them now, this person is his, no one else's.
It makes their head dizzy, like they've run out of blood, and now they're too weak in the knees to stand upright on their own, so they have to grip tightly onto the front of Suna's shirt, just so they don't collapse.
And maybe this was part of their ulterior motive, an outcome that they were silently hoping for when they asked Suna for help and begged him just to play along. But they were not expected it to be anything like this.
Suna pulls away, eliciting a small whine from them that makes him smirk. "Do you think it worked?" he asks, hand still tangled in the back of their hair.
They blink up at him, chest heaving and slightly breathless. "Did what work?"
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an: hope u enjoy <3333
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haikyu-mp4 · 19 hours
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To feel seen
word count; 680 – f!reader who wears glasses
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Tsukishima was reading a paleontological magazine he got from his brother, headphones on as he occasionally bopped his head the slightest bit as if he wasn’t sitting in his classroom during lunch period. Yamaguchi was sick today and left his best friend in his own company, which he really didn’t have a problem with.
What he did have a problem with was seeing how that guy from the class next door sauntered right through the door and over to you. Your seat was in front of Kei, and to put all formalities aside, he liked you. From afar. He would never admit to it, not to himself and not to anyone else, but the fact is that he did. So as he watched this guy approach you, he discreetly moved one side of his earphones back on his head, looking at the corner of what he was now just pretending to read.
“You look beautiful as ever, y/n,” he said, leaning one hand on your desk, which made you carefully lean back a bit and chuckle awkwardly. You adjusted your glasses and tried to be polite.
“Thank you, that’s very kind, but I am trying to have my lunch.” The corner of Tsukishima’s mouth lifted.
Unfortunately, this guy was persistent. It’s not the first time he was in there for you, but it’s the first time he brought you something. “I know, so I got you a strawberry soda.” he said, putting said beverage down on the desk and doing a little ‘tadaa’-like movement with his hands.
Tsukishima could not believe what he heard. What an idiot! She doesn’t like soda…
Why is it suddenly so silent? He slowly looked up from the magazine, and he could swear his heart did something weird when he saw your face was turned towards him and lips parted in what seemed like surprise. Both you and your admirer were looking at him because he said that aloud, he realised.
“How do you know that, Stinkyshima?” the guy said in an annoyed voice, and Tsukki could just hear from the tone that he must have overheard that nickname from Hinata. Somewhere down the hall, Tsukki hoped the tangerine could feel his curses in the form of a sneeze.
Tsukishima was about to try and excuse himself from the conversation, but then he looked at you again. Your shoulders were more relaxed and there was some kind of sparkle in your eyes he hadn’t seen before. “She says it all the time,” fell from his lips, and it made you feel so seen.
You cleared your throat, gathering some courage as Tsukishima initiated mission ‘avoid eye contact’. Turning back around to the front, you smiled kindly at the boy who had repeatedly tried to win your affection. You picked up the soda and held it up to him so he could take it back. “Thank you, but he’s right.”
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At the end of the next school day, your friends tried to quickly pull you with them so you could all go to a karaoke place like you planned, but you told them you’d catch up and slowly turned to Tsukishima’s desk where he was putting everything away in his bag at his own pace. You bit your lip nervously as you stepped up beside him, and he startled a bit but hoped you didn’t notice.
“I saw this and it made me think of you,” you said and put something on his desk before turning around and promptly escaping to catch up with your friends before you could see his reaction. Tsukishima picked it up, hooking his finger through a keychain and holding it up so he could see it. Dangling from it was a small brachiosaurus balancing a volleyball on its head.
You bet that was hanging from his bag from that day forward, and anyone who dared make fun of it would get his ugliest glare along with whatever insult he could muster up.
Soon, maybe the two of you would do everyone a favour and stop admiring each other from afar.
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catladykt13 · 2 days
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Hop hop hug snuggle!♥️ happy weekends guys!
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