𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔡

announcing the commencement of the annual purge

[ashitaroo]

ᴀʟʟ ᴇᴍᴇʀɢᴇɴᴄʏ ꜱᴇʀᴠɪᴄᴇꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ꜱᴜꜱᴘᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ 12 ʜᴏᴜʀꜱ; ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄɪᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

are you ready to cleanse your soul?

🔪 hi i'm ash!

🔪 she/her

🔪 17 years old

🔪 scorpio

🔪 i just want to finish high school, is that too much to ask? 😃

currently: rethinking my life choices

currently listening to: meet me in amsterdam - RINI

im not promoting violence or anything. purge is just my theme. i am very sorry if it offends u in any way.

[iwadori]

How they confess to you (Suna, Iwaizumi, Kageyama, Kuroo)

AN: okay this smau was funner than I thought and my laptops broke so um this is all you’re getting rn (oh and the Kuroo one was so self indulgent it was an actual conversation I had with someone 🤧)

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[beyoncebeytwice]

[iwadori]

When you do the “he’s gone come over” prank on them (Atsumu, Osamu, Suna)

genre: fluff minor angst

warnings: implied cheating (as part of the prank)

masterlist

request: can you do this tik tok please I don’t know you do write smaus but if possible could you do it in that format ?? Can I request it with Atsumu and any other characters of your choice.

My first ever smau and probably my last since this is hard and as you can see I finished these at 4Am using my mobile data so spare me if they’re bad

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[iwadori]

General taglist [1] [bold can’t be tagged]: @saxuuxi, @iimoonii @hamdehlesmis @Shoyosupremacy, @iambashfulperson @kayleighbeccaa @bakugouswh0r3 @xedspirits @borpcorp @soft-angel-clouds @foxxtrot-116 @Xogiaaa, @jesssobs @apple-poptarts @galagcica @letssssus @random-734 @rinyx @rybunie @cant-think-of-a-username @kuroohoeee @kellesvt @jojowantstocry @shinsouscatpisssmell @succulentmom @jihyunieeee @mysterystarz @flushphoria @tetsunarin @joyaphoria @elektrosonix @maizumis @fandomsgotmefucked @drageonix22 @uwu-queen-420 @crapimahuman @tesoromia @pelicanpizza @conchetucona @akaashis-wife @crystal-lilac @bokutoslittledoll @taroboba111 @asaitashi @arrogantsonofabiscuit @jihyuniepark @mariyeahh @milktyama @pansexualproblemchild @kouushiiis @erensnubs @danasaan @menheraryn @bucinhajime @primsonnn [join the taglist here]

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Boyfriend Texts with Suna Rintarou! 

pairing: suna x reader 

kuroo’s version 

oikawa’s version 

warnings: suggestive themes, cursing, (lmk if I need to add anything else) 

summary: you bullying rin :) 

a/n: no update today, sorry! enjoy these instead! feel free to request more characters! reblogs are appreciated <3 

[amezure]

Sketch 🐥🐱 | Ko-fi ☕💕

[fail-big-deactivated20231030]

4 minutes and 32 seconds.

- ft. iwaizumi x f!reader. - wc: 0.8k; angst to fluff.

iwaizumi hajime is really really smart- this fact is indisputable.

but for someone who graduated at the top of his class in university and managed to leverage a position on Japan's Olympic Team as a healthcare professional- he's also so. fucking. dumb.

you've been standing outside your apartment door for approximately 4 minutes and 32 seconds (but who's counting?), fiddling with the ring of keys attached to your wallet- far past the appropriate amount of time to actually find the right key considering there were only three to sort through to begin with.

and yet, iwaizumi says nothing as your hands finally still and you look at him through your eyelashes, batting away with your gaze shifting between his eyes and his lips.

he's simply just standing there, head cocked to the side as your blinks begin to reach 60 twitches flutters per second.

and for some godforsaken reason, you bite your lips- a conscious decision and an ill attempt at seduction. is this supposed to be sexy? because quite frankly, you feel stupid.

it should be obvious. you've made it very clear as to what you want, and have done quite literally everything the wiki how page recommended to initiate a first kiss, all but write "kiss me, you doof" in chunky block letters on your forehead.

but iwaizumi hajime still does nothing- nothing to acknowledge your attempts, nothing to initiate any level of intimacy himself, nothing to indicate that he's even the slightest bit interested in you.

of course.

gods, this is so fucking embarrassing. iwaizumi isn't the dumb one.

you are.

iwaizumi hasn't kissed you, because he simply doesn't want to. and here you are, throwing yourself at a man who clearly doesn't even like you, at least not in the way you hoped.

your skin is itchy, you face is hot, and you make a mental note to delete and block a certain iwaizumi hajime from your contact list the moment you walk through the door.

"well... goodnight, iwaizumi," you murmur, swiftly turning around and slotting the jagged piece of metal into the door.

it slams with a thud! behind you, though you're not sure if that's from the door closing or from you plopping down onto the floor.

don't cry.

don't cry.

don't cry.

fuck.

you're much too old to be crying over something so trivial as an unrequited romance. it's not iwaizumi's fault that he didn't like you like that. it's not his fault that you became infatuated far too quickly. it's not his fault that he's the walking embodiment of everything you've ever wanted in a partner, whether you knew it or not.

and you know a much younger you, a spunkier you is rolling their eyes so far back that it would put any angsty and rebellious teenager to shame. the remnants of a once roaring fire that strangely sounded like "we don't need no man" slowly fading into the ashes.

but the thing about embers is that the little glowing bit that seems to be dying is enough to bring a flame back to the lively inferno it once was. it comes to life quickly and illuminates its surrounding.

so you give yourself 4 minutes and 32 seconds to cry as much as you want, as hard as you want, and as ugly you want. you breathe in the oxygen around you and feed the flame you once thought was extinguished long ago.

but on the the 4th minute and 33rd second, you wipe away the tears and let your light show.

because you don't need a man.

you're strong, you're fierce, and you are worthy.

by the 5 minute mark, however, there's an unusual knock at your door.

"hey... i forgot something," iwaizumi says, feet shuffling against the porous concrete.

your eyes follow his to the collar of your coat, or more so his coat- the one he lent you earlier in the night.

right.

the fabric of the denim jacket feels strangely nice against your skin, but when begin to shrug it off, you notice your body feeling much lighter, and you stand a little taller.

and before you could make much progress, a strong hand pulls you in by the collar of the coat, another cupping your chin, and emerald eyes asking for permission.

iwaizumi's lips are only a breadth away from yours, and before you can even think about your tear streaked and snot covered face, he closes the gap.

you don't need a man, you remind yourself.

but iwaizumi hajime's still nice to have.

"i forgot to say goodnight."

a/n: writing this took far too many unexpected turns for me to handle, and if you're confused as to what this is- just know that so am i. also, inspired by this lovely piece by @eightonenine and a conversation i once had with @violetsoju.

thanks for reading!

m.list. | crack | angst | fluff

[zhinico]

miyas

[rkgknno]

Bedhead MSBY boys!!! I love them so much I can’t stand it.

[itachiyama-deactivated20211127]

@puptarou look at kou nsnsjsj

ksjajajdjs omi baby lemme okay with your frizzy bed hair

sobs tsumie my angel you’re so cute

[ashitaroo]

i've been gone for almost like a month nrjejskd but here i am agen 😗✌🏼

[soulaans]

happy juneteenth🤍!!! here's a list of black gfms that have yet to meet their goals! (black ppl feel free to link your or others donation posts in a reblog! reblogs from nonblack ppl appreciated!)

help teej's sister get a breast reduction.

help audi, a closeted black lesbian, move out of a toxic household.

help shay, a black nonbinary, with their moving expenses.

help gaia afford a house for her father suffering with homelessness and stage 3 colon cancer.

help a autistic transmasc lesbian move out of an ableist and abusive household.

help sapphire, a black trans woman, get out of an abusive household.

help sol, a black trans woman, with her transition and other necessities.

help melanie with her gender affirming surgery.

help a disabled incoming freshman pay for college.

help micah, a black queer transmasc person move.

help silver, a gnc black lesbian get a new camera and laptop.

help zora, a nonbinary transfem, move and transition.

help noelle, a black trans woman afford surgery and other basic necessities.

[shingia]

​⁀➷｡ CALL ME A FOOL

— timeskip! miya atsumu x reader (here’s the req!)

— angst to fluff | exes-to-lovers | 1.3k

— a/n : i fell asleep three times while finishing this but i rly wanted to post tonight so here it is, not proofread at all :>

the café next to the florist was far from being the best café you had ever been to. to be perfectly honest, it kind of sucked.

the coffee didn’t taste good, the lightning was terrible, the people were rude... it’s a shame that atsumu chose to take you there on your first date.

looking back now, he must’ve been awfully confident in his charms to bring you to such an ill-famed place and still hope to get a kiss from you after driving you back home.

but he did get a kiss. one that led him to many more throughout the years. hell, he got thousands, and so did you. but the first one had the bitterness of coffee, and the last one the saltiness of tears.

oddly enough, it was mostly his tears. yours were shed much later, when the thought that he had just put an end to everything you had built in two years started to settle in.

funny way to treat the person he had once promised to marry.

but according to his last words, he still loved you. he just didn’t think he could « handle both my career and ya ».

and it’s probably what caused you the greatest pain. along with the fact that, from what you could’ve seen in the news, he seemed to do well.

maybe a bit too well to your liking.

and that’s why, as heavy as your heart was whenever you came back to that café, you barely felt any sadness sting your heart and throat when you spotted him behind the counter ; after a year of only seeing his face through tiny pixels.

it was awfully tempting to turn back. because no matter what happened, you knew he could probably still read you better than anyone.

and you need him to know that you had kept his favorite t-shirt under your pillow, let alone that every night you spent not clinging to it was considered a victory.

but what you didn’t know is that the boy who had forgotten to leave your heart when he left your home wasn’t doing as fine as he tried so hard to make everyone believe. and luckily for him - or was it really luck? - you could read him just as well as he could read you.

« what are you doing here? »

his spine straightened up in a flash.

your voice didn’t even sound like your voice. maybe it was the bitterness of your tone, or maybe it was just time that has distorted his memories. but no matter what it sounded like, your voice still felt like home.

even better, it felt like his home. much more than any late night phone calls to his brother or even his mom when your absence made it impossible for him to fall asleep peacefully.

it was that specific feeling that he was craving when his hopeful eyes looked for your face in the stands before every single one of his serves.

« what are ya doin’ here? »

of course he didn’t really forget that you lived three buildings away from the café. it would have been weird since he could still remember how the ninth step of the hall stairs was a bit more crooked than the others.

under normal circumstances, the memories of how many times he tripped in these stairs would’ve been enough to make the you laugh. needless to say that today’s circumstances weren’t exactly normal.

« i come here everyday »

you regretted your words before even letting them out what if he started thinking that you still weren’t over him? or that this habit of yours was only a way to trick your brain into thinking that nothing had changed?

well… he would’ve just guessed the truth.

« do ya miss me? »

that was quite an unexpected question. but you knew atsumu well enough to know that you shouldn’t just pay attention to his words, but to his face as well.

eyes opened a bit wider than before, fingers fiddling with the lid of his cup, and his upper body slightly leaned towards you : he was obviously waiting for you to say yes.

« what if i do? » you asked, finally sitting down next to him with one elbow on the counter, « you have everything you’ve always wanted now, right? »

something was wrong with the way you phrased this.

sure, everything he had now, he wanted it. but it didn’t mean that he had everything he wanted.

« well, i miss ya »

you chuckled, but weren’t really amused. it’s just that his words made you remember that the bluntness of his tone was probably what made you fall in love with him in the first place.

« …and, call me a fool but i think i still wanna marry ya »

now that was a little too blunt, even for him. but he wasn’t the type to make empty promises, and you knew that very well.

« don’t say that, tsu- atsumu… » you corrected yourself.

it was probably the exhausting schedule of his athlete life that had made him say something as ridiculous as this. if it was, you couldn’t let him say one more word. because you knew it wouldn’t take long for you to place all your hopes into him once again.

that was the power miya atsumu had over you : you believed everything he said, because he believed it too.

« well, not now of course! » he exclaimed, like this was your biggest concern, « i just… i miss who i was when i was with ya. and i miss not feelin’ sad when i look at my phone »

and, very naturally, he tapped his screen with two fingers, revealing a picture that you had spent hours staring at, alone in your bed.

a picture that used to be your lock screen up until six months ago, when the urge of finally getting over him started to get stronger.

but knowing that it was still the first thing he laid his eyes on every morning made you understand something : no matter how bad you were hurt after he left, he was probably just as hurt as you.

and you knew very well that the people around him must have told him to delete that picture countless times. but in addition to being blunt, atsumu was stubborn. and that was another thing that made you fall hard for him.

« don’t ya miss my morning calls to wake ya up? or- or my cuddles? ya can’t tell me ya don’t miss these… » he asked, and once again you could tell he didn’t mean to be presumptuous. he was just as genuine as always.

and so you did say yes. because how could you still put up a brave front when he was laying himself bare?

« ya don’t have to marry me. i just… i just need to hold ya somewhere other than in my mind »

with that being said, he stood up. because no matter how blunt and stubborn he was, he wasn’t immune to embarrassment.

and now was probably your turn to say something.

« i don’t know if i’ll marry you, tsum » you finally spoke up, hesitantly grabbing his hand to hold him back, « but i know that i also need it to be real »

you didn’t need to hold his palm very tight to make him stop walking. and when he turned back around, the hopeful spark was back in his eyes.

« and i do miss your cuddles… » you then admitted with a sheepish voice, but didn’t expect him to immediately wrap his arms around your neck to pull you in for a long-awaited hug.

saying that it didn’t feel weird would’ve been a lie. but saying that it didn’t feel good would’ve been an even bigger lie. because everything from his smell to the way your palms instinctively found their way to his back made that hug feel like the greatest of gifts.

« i miss yours too » he whispered in the crook of your neck as your embrace suddenly tightened around him.

did it make you look desperate? probably. but if anything, you looked just as desperate as the fool that had just promised to marry you. for the second time.

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[ilkaillust]

and on iwaizumi day we give hugs !! ◝(⁰▿⁰)◜

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HE CATCHES SOMEONE STARING AT YOU !

anonymous requested: hello can i request iwaizumi suna kuroo and sakusa where random guys are staring at their gf from far and the guys kinda shield her from them please ?? thank you 😊

warning: none, just jealous boyfriends maybe?

characters: iwaizumi, suna, kuroo, sakusa

IWAIZUMI HAJIME !

iwaizumi was fondly smiling down at you as you stepped out of the dressing room with the clothing you’ve been wanting to buy. so far, you’ve been coming in and out about five times now and hes noticed someone watching you with an interested gaze which made him glare. not discreetly at all yet the other person refused to acknowledge your boyfriend. coming out once more, you did a cute twirl to show him the whole outfit and he chuckled, “ you look cute. “ your cheeks warmed up, growing shy under his gaze, “ really? “ he got up from the bench and shot the guy a glance, making sure he’s watching and holding your cheeks, “ really, angel. “ with that, ended it with a chaste kiss then turned back to glare at the person who sighed in defeat. you teased him on your way home for what he was doing earlier— he denied it.

SUNA RINTAROU !

suna was really crouching with his phone capturing every angle of you. you asked him to take pictures of you today since you really liked your outfit and he whipped out his phone so fast. but it seems that you brought out an audience— not really, it was only one guy checking you out and smiling amusingly at your actions. suna casted a glance at the guy then fully turned his head, just to stare. no words, just stare. “ rin? “ “ … “ “ rin. “ “ … “ the guy slowly turned to meet suna’s eye and flinched at the cold exterior that your boyfriend had. the guy watched suna stand to his full height, towering him with his large exterior and height overpowering and walked over to you, engulfing you towards his chest to shield you from that guy’s vision and he then huffed, “ mine. “

KUROO TETSUROU !

kuroo was coming up with strategies with kenma and the coaches to share with the team. you were with the rest of the members, tossing them the balls to warm up and so far— you were oblivious to the stares that you were gaining from a player from the opposing team. as kuroo was listening to the exchange of plans, he glanced over at you with a soft smile on how supportive you were being to his team and helping them out but his eyes wandered to find the enemy team’s player staring at you. he glared but of course, it didn’t reach the guy so he waited till the planning was finished— kenma was snickering to himself as he watched kuroo discreetly fume. once it was finished, the captain navigated to you and placed his jacket over your shoulders to wear and blocked you from the player’s sight. “ cheer extra loud for me, kitten. “

SAKUSA KIYOOMI !

already despised the idea of being out in public, but it was mandatory— considering it was during a game. it was a short break, teams strategizing and his own plotting their next move. he was listening in as he was drinking from his water bottle but you— the manager, was elsewhere then where the team was. his eyes narrowed onto you, speaking with a player from the opposite team and pointing away as if you were giving directions but sakusa caught the way the guy was staring at you. it was more than friendly. sakusa excused himself, parting from the team who trusted that he wouldn't need to listen in because he always made it up to them. reaching you, he took your wrist then glared down at the guy as if he were literal scum. he was cringing on how he’s sweaty and touching your clean skin. “ do not speak to the enemy team, darling. we don’t know where they’ve been. “

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