Hey guys! I’m feeling really inspired to write after reading some stuff for my fiction class, and just for myself, so I’m opening requests back up BUT only for imagines, dabbles, and headcannons. I don’t know that I have the time or patience to make text scenario’s again yet.
a/n: just a quick little story for some content, I hope y’all enjoy!
You’d never really been much of a party person but here you were, letting your boyfriend drag you to a college party in honor of his volleyball team’s recent win. The only reason you’d even agreed to go was because he wouldn’t stop bugging you about it and you knew the support would make him happy.
“Are you ready yet?” Atsumu said impatiently, leaning against the door frame. You rolled your eyes at him.
“Yes, but you know I don’t even take that long right?” You had only taken 30 minutes to get ready for the party. You had settled on wearing your favorite casual outfit, one Atsumu thought you looked beautiful in. You watched as he eyed you up and down.
“You look good,” he smiled at you, stalking over slowly. You rolled your eyes at him again, but a smile still graced your face at his words. He pulled you tightly to his chest, swooping you into a dominating kiss. Just as you started to kiss back, he released you and pulled away, starting to walk back from the direction he came. You made a noise of complaint.
“Are you sure we have to go?” You tried one more time, just wanting to spend the night in with your boyfriend and celebrating his win in… different ways.
“One party won’t kill ya,” Atsumu chuckled as you followed him through the shared apartment to the door, “Besides, once it’s over you have me all to yourself for the weekend.”
“I don’t know if that’s a blessing or a curse, probably curse,” you mused, smiling up at him as he feigned a hurt expression.
“I’m the best damn curse you’ve ever been with then,” he replied cockily before leading you out the door and off to the party. You let out a soft laugh at his comment, not choosing to deny it. Atsumu meant the world to you, he’d been your boyfriend for three years now and it had been the best three years of your life. He had done more for you than you could have ever asked for. Yet another reason you had agreed to go to this party with him.
When the two of you arrived, the party was still getting started. Most of the volleyball team had arrived first, as the party was being held at one of the older player’s homes. You were relieved to see a smaller crowd and plenty of friendly faces as you walked through the door. Atsumu kept a hand around your waist as you breezed through the main room and made your way to the kitchen for some drinks.
“Y/N! Atsumu! You made it,” an already tipsy Hinata cried joyfully, breaking out of conversation with Bokuto who grinned brightly at the two of you. You returned his smile, and gave the two a friendly greeting.
“Barely. I thought I’d have to drag Y/N here,” Atsumu commented, he groaned as you elbowed his side, “Ow! Babe, what was that for?”
“He didn’t have to drag me, I’m just not a huge party fan,” you said, finding a clean cup and pouring yourself something to drink. The juice in your cup barely tasted of alcohol, but from Hinata’s tipsy state before the party had even reached full swing you knew it would pack a punch.
“Neither am I, but somehow they managed to get me here,” Sakusa grumbled in annoyance as he walked up from behind. You gave him a smile and look of understanding. Somehow out of all of Atsumu’s current teammates, Sakusa became your closest friend. You two had similar views on these types of things, although it was for very different reasons.
“Hey I’m going to go talk to a few people, you’ll be okay here right baby?” Atsumu looked at you with a cup in his hand, already half way through the door of the kitchen. You turned to look at your friends before turning back to him and giving a nod.
“Yeah I’ll be fine, go have fun,” you waved him off, diving into conversation with Sakusa for the time being.
As the night progressed, more people had made their way to the party. The small house was now packed with people, many of whom you didn’t know. You sat on the couch quietly with Atsumu as he and the rest of his team boasted about their game. You frowned at the girls who were ogling him, asking for more details, leaning in closer. He didn’t even notice as leaned in himself, obliging and giving in to their silly girlish giggles. You knew he wasn’t doing it on purpose, he loved talking about volleyball. He would talk to you for hours after a game, asking if you’d seen him do this or do that. But it still got under your skin, the way these girls pulled his attention to them so easily.
This was why you hated parties. You could see the way those girls would occasionally look past him to you, quietly sitting there as he told the room about his victory. The distaste in their eyes at you were the girl at his side, not them. Usually you didn’t let it bother you, usually Atsumu wouldn’t even give them the time of day to begin with. However, the alcohol coursing through your system was allowing you to let their stares get under your skin. You quickly excused yourself before making your way to the kitchen for a water.
As you closed the fridge, water in hand, a group of the girls from the living room walked into the kitchen. They hadn’t noticed you and continued whatever conversation they had been having. You were about the walk back through the now too crowded kitchen before you heard it. Comments that tugged at your insecurities.
“I don’t see why they’re even together. They’re complete opposites and you can tell she doesn’t even want to be here,” one girl stated.
Another girl chimed in, “Yeah, Atsumu could do so much better.”
“I bet he doesn’t even know what it’s like to be with a real college girl. I could show him a way better time,” a third one said, she seemed to be the ringleader of the little group, “In fact, maybe I’ll show him tonight.” Your heart crumpled at their comments, even more at the last one. Realistically you knew Atsumu would never do anything to hurt you, he loved you and only you. But the slightly drunk party of your brain was taking over along with your deeply hidden insecurities that maybe you really weren’t enough for the handsome, confident setter.
You hear a cough from behind you and turn to find Sakusa standing there, motioning to the back door with a nod of his head. You slightly follow after him, the tears you hadn’t even known were forming started to fall as he shut the door behind the two of you.
“They’re wrong you know,” he stated simply, standing next to you as you tried to reign in your emotions. You look up at him, a frown still present on your face.
“What if they’re not?” Your voice cracked and you internally cringed at how weak you sounded. You didn’t like crying over these silly girls, knowing they were just jealous that it was you and not them at Atsumu’s side, but again you couldn’t help it.
“If you don’t realize that he’s like a love sick puppy for you, then you’re even more of an idiot than he is,” Sakusa’s tone sounded annoyed, but you knew he meant well. You sighed and looked out at the night sky and the quiet backyard.
“I bet he hasn’t even noticed that I left the room,” you wiped away a few more tears. Just as the words finished left your mouth, the back door opened again. You chose to ignore whoever it was, instead you kept your focus on the yard in front of you.
“Are you sure about that?” Atsumu’s voice rang out from behind. You tensed up, not wanting him to see you upset at a party that was meant for celebrating him and his team. You quickly wiped the remaining tears from your eyes as Sakusa excused himself and returned to the party. Atsumu turned you around to face him, “What are you doing out here?”
“Nothing, I just needed some fresh air,” you gave him a smile, but he easily saw through the facade.
“What happened?” His voice became darker, more menacing. It sent a chill down your spine. You knew better than to argue when he used that voice. So you told him everything, how you felt in the living room down to what those girls said in the kitchen about you. His expression only darkened as you finished, “Those girls are idiots I wouldn’t want to waste my time on them. Not when I already have the best girl around.”
Your heart leapt at his reassurance. It wasn’t often he had to reassure you of your place in his life, but it still meant a lot when he did. He pulled you to him and into a deep, possessive kiss. Another reminder that you were the only girl for him, a wordless reminder that had butterflies dancing through you and your knees turning to jelly.
A breathy whine left you as he pulled away from the kiss, but he kept his arms secured around you, “I love you, okay? Those girls have nothing on you, they’re a bunch of --”
“Atsumu!” You cut him off before he could finish, knowing whatever he was about to say wouldn’t be very nice.
“What? It’s true,” he smirked down at you, pulling you in closer.
“Whatever, I love you too, ‘Sumu,” you giggled at him, pulling him down for another quick kiss before asking, “Can we go home now?”
You slowly let out of huff of air, watching your own breath as it spread through the cold night air. As you went to pull your jacket closer to yourself, another, much warmed jacket was placed over your shoulders. You turned to look at the boy next to you who had been quiet through your walk home from the gym.
“Thank you,” you smiled gently at Tsukishima. He just glanced at you before facing forward again, “Aren’t you going to get cold though?”
“I’m fine,” he said lazily, still focused on the road ahead as he walked. You knew not to push the subject anymore so you simply grab his hand and pulled it into a jacket pocket, holding it with yours.
“What are you doing?” Tsukishima eyed you suspiciously but didn’t move to pull his hand away. You see a light blush dust his cheeks.
“Keeping you warm,” you replied. He didn’t say anything, he simply turned his head to the side away from you and kept walking hand in hand. Little did you know, the smallest of smiles graced his face as he looked away.
[2:26am] a/n: back at it cause im thirsty for this bby rn. This was in my drafts from months ago so uh here ya go!
[tw: smoking, mentions being high]
“Kou?” Your voice sounded groggy as you nervously called to your boyfriend driving the car. He didn’t answer so you kept going, “Are you mad at me?”
“No,” Bokuto let out a deep sigh and turned to look at you briefly before turning back to the road, “I was just worried about you.”
“I’m sorry,” you whispered as guilt overtook you. You had been out smoking with some friends and had gotten too high to feel comfortable driving.
“It’s okay baby bird, at least you called me instead of trying to drive yourself,” he glanced at you again out of the corner of his eye. He didn’t mind you smoking that much, it was more of an occasionally thing with friends in a safe setting. He did, however, worry about you just a tad bit more whenever he knew you were out smoking. You’re his everything he can’t stand the thought of anything happening to you.
“I know you worry about me. I hate making you worry,” you sigh and look out of the passenger side window, away from Bokuto. He reached over to grab one of your hands with his, intertwining your fingers as he did so.
“I’m always going to worry about you y/n,” Bokuto’s voice was so warm, sincere and full of adoration for you. You turned and looked at him with tears starting to well in your eyes. “I love you,” he smiled softly.
“I love you too, so much,” you wiped the unshed tears from your eyes before they could fall and squeezed his hand holding yours.
Hello hello, I haven’t died ! I’ve been getting a lot of things together in my life and I’ve been trying to get back into good habits and such.
I want to write again... I may be slow releasing some things, but I want to encourage myself to write something at least once a week. Then once school is over in May I plan to continue writing more frequently.
Hopefully I can put some good content out for you guys to enjoy!
However, if I’m going to do this I am not going to take requests for while since it may be hard to keep up with them through the school semester.
ohh?? i see i see,, I hope you’re okay!! i’m a bit tired,, ooh! i got a new drawing tablet and i’m having sm fun on it! 🥺💖 - 🍡
Ooh I love drawing I do most of mine on paper in sketchbooks though!! Also I’m sorry it took so long to answer, classes started so I’ve been a little all over the past few days! I hope you’re doing good ✨💗
ahh sorry I haven’t been too active!! i’m here and i’m here to say ily 🥺 and ask how your day was ? - 🍡
Awh it’s okay I haven’t been as active the past few days. I’m stuck inside waiting to see if my covid test comes back positive. I feel fine though so I don’t think I do or if I do I’m asymptomatic 😅 How are you? 💗
100% Kenma is in the stoner squad, he is always zooted why do you think he’s so chill all the time, Dabs, bong, blunts, he does it all, has a medical card (if that’s a thing in Japan???) for his anxiety, also I read a headcannon once that said he brings a grinder with him in public and plays with it when he’s nervous and I fully support.,,,also him and kuroo hotbox together
Yesss omg I fully support this lmao. I think Kenma would be a heavy stoner too. I’d be so down to hot box with those two it would be such a blast!?!
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