REAL FLY B*TCH.

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༊*·˚ 𝐋𝐀𝐈 — twenty — she/her

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 — mlist . dni . carrd [coming soon]

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 — burning blue : mariah the scientist

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 — surviving college

༄ 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 — coming soon

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[hajimesweetheart]

ughhhhh i miss my man aka hajime iwaizumi (27) athletic trainer.

[tsumuus]

random texts w/ random HQ boys | v.

characters koshi sugawara, kei tsukishima, tetsuro kuroo, kenma kozume, hajime Iwaizumi, wakatoshi ushijima, atsumu miya, osamu miya, kotaro bokuto

parts: i. ii. iii. iv. v. vi.

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[hajimesweetheart]

i love bokuto w all my heart 😭

[rinsoap]

boys who get clingy when they smoke. cocky at first, blowing the smoke into your mouth before capturing it with a kiss. "y'like that, pretty girl?" he says softly, giggling against your lips, his arms resting on your shoulders. you playfully push him off of you, making him laugh harder. "hold this for me" when look at him like that, who is he to say no?

"yes ma'am" he says and parts his lips to accept the blunt you place between his teeth. he would do anything you asked, the only thing on his mind how you make opening a window look so beautiful. he is truly convinced it’s his love for you in his heart making his chest so warm. you turn around and walk back to the bed he’s now laying down on with the blunt in hand, flopping down next to him and taking it from his fingers. you take a hit as you stare at the ceiling. you're saying something about a new anime you're watching, but he's too focused on the way your lips just looked so good. you turn your head to face his to see him already staring at you intently with the goofiest smile of admiration. "you have the prettiest way of speaking, y'know that?" you shake your head and sit up with a chuckle. "you're out of it"

“it’s not the weed baby i’m just so in love with you” he muses before pulling you on top of him and smothering you with kisses.

all he wants to do is stay in bed n nap with you among other things sleeping half on top of you, trapping you in his big arms, face buried in the nape of your neck. he whispers lazy mumbles of how good you smell before trailing off to sleep as you stroke his hair. when he wakes up he begs you to let him roll it on your stomach

the song that played in his head when he was staring at you: at your best (you are love) by aaliyah.

atsumu. SUNA. bokuto he just gets even more touchy. brazil! hinata. MATTSUN. makki. kyotani it's lowkey tho. SEMI. konoha.

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PERFECT! AYEEEE, HAVE A GOOD DAY!!!!

[earthtooz]

x : LUNCH BREAK :*+ﾟ

in which: you don't visit wriothesley during his lunch break after last night's argument, so he goes to the court of fontaine just to see you.

warnings: approx. 1.9k words, PURE FLUFF, gn!reader x pathetic and soppy and lovesick wriothesley, canon setting, reader works at the court of fontaine, post-argument so very minimal angst, probs not in character LOL

a/n: there's not a lot of content regarding fontaine or wriothesley rn so i apologise if this isn't completely in character. what i do not apologise for, however, is the urge to make him as lovesick as possible.

There is a notable tension in the Fortress of Meropide, and although a prison isn’t a place for rainbows and sunshine, today it feels especially devastating. It seems that the lord of the prison is the one responsible for it.

Brooding at his desk, Wriothesley glances occasionally at the clock on his desk, growing more and more impatient with each document he has to read through. He is waiting for something: a knock on his door. He is waiting for the call of his name, the reason for their interruption, then your name will reach his ears and an unmatched excitement will bloom in his chest. Then you’ll slip through the doors with lunch for two, he’ll pull out a chair for you right beside him, and mask professionalism that betrays the eagerness your presence always brings out. 

Your absence must be because of the argument that happened last night. One that remained unresolved because he went to bed before you, too furious to try to talk it out. Yet, when Wriothesley woke in the morning, a wave of guilt washed over him when you weren’t pressed against him like usual. Instead, you were on the other side of the mattress, further than an arm’s length away whilst turned away from him and Fontaine’s chilly mornings had never felt colder.

If he didn’t need to go to work much earlier than you, he would have waited until you had woken up to leave, but being the lord of the Fortress of Meropide meant that his presence was demanded. So, with a lingering kiss to your cheek and then your temple, he leaves into the dewy mornings of Fontaine, looking forward to his lunch break that the two of you often share together.

Except now, lunch is almost over and there hasn’t been a knock on his door. No one has called his name- not people he cared about, at least. You haven’t slipped through the heavy set of doors. You haven’t come down from the Court of Fontaine to visit him, and Wriothesley’s patience is thinning.

His fingers itch with the need to hold you, to tuck you close to his chest and just keep you there for a few moments as time pass by. Especially after last night, Wriothesley needs you now more than ever. 

By the time there’s only one hour left in the work day, he snaps. Stands up from his seat with an unmatched sense of fervour because of the unnervingly quiet day and snatches his coat from the hanger, leaving documents unread as he makes a beeline for the exit of the prison. The guards listen attentively to Wriothesley’s final commands for the day in his absence and once the information is cemented, the dark-haired is off without another second wasted.

You, on the other hand, sit in your office drowned in piles upon piles of papers. Wriothesley is a passing thought every now and then, the memories of last night’s harsh argument settling like weights in your stomach. You miss Wriothesley, very dearly, and all you want is to settle things with him. However, the image of his furious eyes and clenched jaw terrifies you beyond belief, you’re not even sure if he’ll be calmer by the time you get home, so for the first time ever, you dread the idea of going home. 

What you are completely unaware of, however, is your lover that is storming your way, desperate to receive the medicine that will cure his moodiness and irritation. 

The knock on your door distracts you from the piles of papers on your desk. 

“Who is it?” you call out, voice reverberating around the spaciousness of your office.

“It’s Wriothesley, can I come in?” His tone is sharp and leaves no room for you to reject him, but the mere sound of his voice causes you to stiffen, grip on your pen tightening as the papers before you lay forgotten. 

What is Wriothesley doing here? He normally never comes up to the Court of Fontaine just to see you because leaving the prison would be far too neglectful. There was also half an hour before he was done for the day, so could there be official business that needs to be discussed? Something urgent, perhaps? 

If it was urgent, then why come to you and not Monsieur Neuvillette- or even Lady Furina?

“Yeah- yes, you can come in,” you mutter.

When the door clicks open, Wriothesley practically barges through, door shutting behind him as he marches towards you. Getting up from your chair, you’re frightened with anticipation due to  how intense his stance is. 

“Is something the matter?” You begin, panic seeping into your voice as he pauses before you, determination setting his eyes ablaze as he eyes you down like prey. “Wriothesley, you’re scaring me, did something happen at the prison-”

“Where were you at lunch?” He demands.

You blink. “Excuse me?”

“Why didn’t you come visit?” 

“Is… is why you came up here? To ask why I didn’t visit you during lunch?”

He nods, expression stern as usual save for a small pout.

“I was swamped with work,” you half-lie, gesturing to the desk behind you and although there is clear evidence on your table through the form of stacked folders and paper, a storm of uncertainty brews in his blue eyes. “I couldn’t visit if I wanted to get these done, I apologise.”

The dark-haired frowns. “Is that it?”

“Yes. That’s all.” His eyebrows furrow, creating crease marks in his forehead that you want to kiss away, alleviating his worries, but you hold yourself back from doing so in fear that Wriothesley does not want you touching him. 

However, a switch is flicked when Wriothesley’s stern expression softens, melting into one resembling a kicked dog. “So you’re not upset with me?” 

“Oh, is that also on your mind?”

“Of course, I don’t like it when you’re upset with me,” your lover mutters, looking away bashfully to conceal the reddening of his cheeks. “You aren’t though, right?”

“No, not upset. Scared, maybe, but definitely not upset.” 

His eyes are glossy when he looks back at you. “Scared, why are you scared?” 

“W-we didn’t end on a good note last night,” you rub your wrist nervously. “I didn’t know if you would be happy with seeing me. On top of that, you can be really intimidating sometimes, so admittedly, I was a little scared to come see you just in case that you did not want me there.”

Wriothesley visually deflates with your last statement, shoulders dropping and eyes glistening as he murmurs a small, pathetic, “is that so?”

He wonders what part about him ever made it seem like he never wants you beside him, and the thought that he had frightened you enough to prevent you visiting him is an upsetting one. You must see it in his eyes with the way you frantically begin to explain yourself. 

“Oh no, darling, I didn’t mean it like that-”

He turns his head away again, disappointed in himself. It’s one thing for his prisoners to consider him intimidating but it’s another for you, his own lover, to think so as well, and the thought that he had scared you creates insurmountable shame to swell within him. Yet, his whirlwind of anxieties ceases when your hand goes to cup his cheek, gently prompting him to look at you. Then, a kiss is pressed to the corner of his lips, and his heart skips a beat at the sensation, love blocking his airways when you pull away to smile up at him. 

“As scary as you might be, oh great lord of the Fortress of Meropide, I also know you will never hurt me,” you reassure. “Rather, I feel safest when I’m around you, please never doubt that.”

Wriothesley sighs, hand snaking up to grip your waist and pull you closer to him. “Thank you, my love. But I beg, even if you assume I am upset with you, please keep visiting my office during lunch, it is the part of the day I look forward to most.”

“If that is your request then maybe you just need to be good and listen to me instead of arguing until your head pops off,” you tease, patting his face twice and he huffs before muttering an ‘understood’. Anything to see you. “Is there something else you need from my office?”

“No, just wanted to see you,” he looks at the brown paper bag in his hands. “I brought you lunch, just in case you didn’t eat.” 

“Wriothesley,” you melt, “how thoughtful of you. I’ll make sure to eat it when I finish reading those contracts.”

“You should eat now, though. Don’t drown yourself in work, it’s not healthy.”

“I wish it were that easy, but these piles were dumped on my desk this morning and were assigned to be done by the end of the week.”

The hand that was on your waist comes up to gently hover over your cheek and Wriothesley studies you, icy eyes hardening due to the fatigue present in your expression. You grab his wrist, trying to diverge his attention, but you should know better than assuming that your wellbeing isn’t of utmost importance to him. “Unacceptable, I should have a word with your supervisor-”

“-no, no, Wriothesley! I insist, this is manageable.”

He frowns, deep and serious before surrendering to your pleas. “Fine, but if it doesn’t get better by the end of the week, then I will be interfering.”

“If you do so, my supervisor will be too scared to come in for a month,” you squeeze his wrist and gently guide it away from your face, ignorant to how your neglect for your own health hurts Wriothesley as well. He knows you love your job, but he still thinks that you deserve to live life carefree, that you should get everything you want without ever lifting a finger. “It’s alright, dear, you mustn’t worry about me when your work is a thousand times more stressful.”

“Impossible.” He worries about you every second of the day. Telling Wriothesley to stop fretting over you would be like telling him to stop breathing. “Now eat.” 

You yelp when he pulls you towards your chair, sitting you down. From the paper bag, he takes out a sandwich, one that you recognise is from one of fontaine’s favourite cafés, and he carefully unwraps it before raising it to your mouth.

“Wriothesley… this is a little embarrassing,” you whisper, wrapping your arms around yourself.

He doesn’t say anything, just persistently stares at you, gaze intense enough for you to give in. As you lean in to take the first bite, you are bashfully looking away from your lover, who wears a pleased expression, satisfied with the fact that you’re letting him take care of you. 

The tension from last night’s dispute hasn’t completely melted away, there are still things that need to be discussed calmly, but as you keep trying to push his hand away and battle Wriothesley’s indestructible stubbornness, he knows it will work out in the end. You love him and he loves you, and if you ever forget to visit him during lunch break again, then he’ll have to tear himself away from the prison and come up, just to meet you.

© EARTHTOOZ 2023, do not steal, translate, repost my fics and do not recommend my fics onto any other site.

[hajimesweetheart]

AND MY MAN , THANK YOU TO MY MAN !!!

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ೃ⁀➷ spoil you, plug!eren

eren hated when you spent your own money, but you don’t listen.

thinking about the way plug!eren would take you on his drops with him. you were so quiet and in your own world, he never minded the fact that you had your freshly white painted toes resting against the dash of his mercedes AMG coupe. the entire car was blacked out with expensive ceramic tints, protecting you both from your usual…late night activities.

your glasses rested on the cute bridge of your nose as your left leg was sat in eren’s lap while your right rested against the dashboard. eren was lucky that he fucked with most of his customers heavy…you two had been waiting for the dude to meet y’all for nearly thirty minutes now, and had it been someone else, eren would have sped away long time ago.

eren comfortingly rubbed your baby soft feet in the grasp of his tattooed hand, one with beautiful realism art of your own eye. with a turn of his head, he could see you practically nose deep in the bright screen of your phone illuminating through the car. “you growing bored mama?” his voice is concerned. “ian think we was gonna be waiting this long on dude…my bad baby.”

you hadn’t said much since you’d gotten in the car, just wanting to hurry and add all of your things to your shopping cart on the skims website. “nah, ‘m just…trying…to do somethin’ real quick,” you bite your lip as you tap away on your phone. you were trying to add as many things to your cart before it was gone. “before this shit sell out.”

eren being the nosy boy he is leans against your shoulder to see what you were doing. but the moment he’d seen you type in numbers that belonged to what he knew as your own debit card, he kissed his teeth in annoyance. “man how many times i gotta tell you to stop using your card to go shopping bae?” you roll your eyes at his words. “i’m serious, you got all three of my cards on ya phone for a reason. fuck is you typing in your info for?”

don’t get him wrong, eren loved the fact that you were independent and knew how to handle money almost perfectly now that you were in your twenties. but being together with you for so long, he continued to step up with his provider capabilities by always taking care of you. whether it was paying your bills, rent—everything in between.

but of course it was a struggle when ms. i can do it all by myself meets mr. i know you can but let me do it for you

“because i’m spending like 600 dollars,” you point out to his previous question with an obvious scoff. “i’m not asking you for that.” eren mirrors your actions and rolls his eyes again.

eren looks at you as if you’re insane and suffered memory loss for the past four years you’ve been together. “babe…i make that shit in one night. actually—fuck a night—i make that shit in two hours!”

it wasn’t like he was lying either, with the way that eren was one of the only trusted plugs in town, it was very easy that he’d bring at least a band a night on a consistent basis. selling for almost six years was finally paying off.

you two hardly ever fought, but if you did, it was always about money. eren knew how long you’ve had to do things on your own physically and financially. you couldn’t go to your mom for help, you didn’t have a dad to beg, so it was all on you since you’d been 16. but now that he had eren, he’d just wish you’d let him take the burden of money of your shoulders and take care of you the way you take care of him.

after a few minutes, your boyfriend holds his hand out. you give him crazy eyes, but eventually follow orders by putting your phone in his hand. “don’t know how many times i gotta tell yo stubborn ass, forreal,” he grunted. “‘s never a problem spoiling my baby. you don’t ever ask me for nothing. let me feel useful and get you stuff, mama.”

with a sigh, you nod your head, like you always did. there was no way eren was gonna take no for an answer when it came to spoiling his wife.

in response, eren uses his free hand to delete your information and instead place the correct numbers—the information to his amex black card. all the money he has, he sits and does nothing with it, so why not buy you all the things you’ve never had before?

when you hear the chime of your phone confirming your order, eren hands you the phone back and goes to look out his dark window.

with your acrylics, you grab eren by the neck and slowly turn him back to face you. “thanks papa,” you gave him genuine eyes.

eren leans forward and pecks your lips. with a serious face, he pecks you one more time before wrapping his tatted fingers around your neck erotically. with a look in your eyes he tells you, “always tell me what you want, no matter how much, mama. you know daddy gonna get that shit for you one way or another, regardless.”

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Damn, what a fucking week (me at 11:35am on a Monday)

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my arlecchino obsession going crazy rn!

[shoulmate]

Miya Atsumu doesn't know how lucky he is, Sakusa sourly thinks to himself.

The sea of people attending the JVA gala churns and flows, moving under the influence of an invisible natural current and there's a moment in which the crowd parts and Sakusa catches a glimpse of you. From that fraction of a second he notices several things:

First is that dressed in black with subtle gold accents, a thoughtful tribute to MSBY, you're stunning. Easily the most stunning person here even with that sour, bored-almost-sullen expression which is the second thing he notices.

Whether you're scowling because you're alone--because your date, your best friend, is off somewhere else--or you're scowling to stay alone, to keep the 'vultures' away, he's not sure but he definitely notices you're alone.

Again.

Why does Miya keep inviting you when he ignores you all evening?

Sakusa's dark gaze sweeps the gala and finds the setter grinning as the group surrounding him laughs. There's no sign of interest from Atsumu in where you are or what you're doing.

You dutifully attend nearly every mandatory event for Atsumu even though you clearly don't enjoy the event itself and it always baffles Sakusa.

Why do you keep coming when you're so uninterested?

From the elegant waltzing on the dance floor to socializing you're not enjoying this gala any more than you have in the past, not to mention the countless other MSBY events like dinners, charity fundraisers, camps, nothing.

You're always here but never...involved.

Not that Sakusa complains.

More than once he's ended up at your side making unhurried, unpressured conversation as you both avoid the main event.

He's actually started to look for you at events.

He knows the blonde's going to drop you at the first chance he gets and it helps that you're one of the few people he doesn't mind.

Maybe...more than...doesn't mind.

But he's reluctant to identify feelings beyond that.

You're here with Miya.

And despite your insistence that you only show up as Atsumu's friend--to 'provide a consistent, polished public image' you once told him as you rolled your eyes--Sakusa can't help thinking that you wouldn't be here if there wasn't something more to it.

He wants to join you.

He wants to go over there where you stand a few feet away from the bar, close enough so you're not sticking out of the crowd as you stand there staring into your glass but not too close that invites anyone to talk to you, but he can't.

Watching you from the corner of his eye, trying not to be the 'aloof but completely obvious block-head' as Atsumu called him, Sakusa tries to figure it out, what's holding him back.

He doubts your reason for being here, for always being here just as Miya's friend, and, more than that, he doubts himself.

He doubts his ability to interact with people outside of volleyball; is he talking too much? too little?

Is he making too much eye-contact?

Is his eye-contact too intense? Is it not enough? Is he standing too straight? Is he slouching? What's his expression look like right now?

Something occurs to him, a name for this feeling:

insecurity.

It's...unusual.

He rarely doubts himself because he rarely cares about how he's going to be received.

But he cares what you think.

He cares what you think because he likes talking to you.

He wants to talk to you so badly, just be around you, and he wishes he was already with you. That he didn't have to wonder if he was bothering you every time he went up to talk to you.

He longs for the assurance that you want his company, too. That you want to talk to him just as badly and it's the kind of reassurance he would only get one way...

With nauseating understanding, he realizes he doesn't want you to be here with Atsumu. He wants you to be here

with him.

He wants--

And then it hits him with blunt force as the feelings he's refused to acknowledge nearly knock the wind out of him.

He wants you to be with him.

The feelings fill his head so swiftly, so completely that he feels like he's been flipped over and he has to grip the back of a chair to stay upright.

He maintains just enough awareness to notice you casting one last withering look at your date waltzing someone else around the dance floor before putting your glass back on the bar and heading to the door.

Sakusa urges his feet to move and they do but he's not fast enough.

Atsumu's already cutting through the crowd.

Sakusa almost freezes in surprise that Atsumu noticed you at all, let alone was chasing after you with such determination, but the way you've looked like you were slowly imploding tonight keeps his own feet moving.

From his angle on the dance floor Atsumu has the advantage as they both weave toward the exit after you. He gets through the doors first, quickly weaving into the elegant foyer; Sakusa makes it there in time to see Atsumu dash down a hallway. Not outside, as Sakusa expected, but down the dimly lit hallway toward a smaller, unused ballroom.

"You told me it would be different this time!"

Something squeezes Sakusa's heart and tightens his throat as he hears your distraught voice through the thin opening of the doors. He walks up as quietly as he can.

His thoughts are all over the place: pain at your distress, irritation at Atsumu for making you upset, a sick hope that you'll tear into Atsumu, anxiety for how Atsumu's going to respond.

"An' I thought it was gonna be." Atsumu's voice is tender but he sounds...confused.

Almost confused as you.

Sakusa frowns as the blonde adds "I don't know what's goin' on either."

"I shouldn't have come." You sound so frustrated. "I shouldn't have let you talk me into this 'Tsumu."

"Are ya kiddin' me?" Atsumu snorts. "Don't act like yer a victim here. Ya practically threatened my life if I didn't bring ya."

"Well--I--Whatever!" you snap indignantly. "You could have at least given me a heads-up that I was going to be alone all night!"

"How was I suppost'a know ya...would...be..." Atsumu's voice trails off in a moment-of-realization and the other side of the door falls silent with a cold fury.

"Atsumu." Your voice is hard. "You told me you would--"

"Talk ta him, I know! I know! Buy ya don't understand how cranky 'Omi" --Sakusa feels like he's been dunked in ice at the sound of his name-- "can get! Especially when it's me talkin' ta him about somethin' he doesn't like!"

You let out a half-desperate, half-frustrated groan. "Atsumu! You PROMISED me you were going to talk to him!"

"Well-whua--what are we, in middle school?!" he poorly defends himself. "Yer both adults!"

Sakusa feels like he left his stomach back in the main gala because of course Atsumu was supposed to talk to him about something but didn't and it was probably to tell him to leave you alone and stop bothering you at all these events even though he looks forward to seeing you every time and hopes you'll be there and was hoping against hope that maybe you would, too, but no you don't feel anything like that about him or toward him and oh god he spent the whole night staring at you like a fucking creep--he almost dry heaves because Atsumu's right. You're an adult and he's an adult.

So instead of sneaking around and eavesdropping like a child Kiyoomi pushes through the doors.

Atsumu stops mid-sentence, "if ya wanted--" and whips around, eyes bulging as he gags on his words "-'O-'Omi--"

Sakusa forces his stony gaze to shift from Atsumu's guilty expression to your blank, unreadable one.

"Talking about me?" he asks; can you hear the hurt in his voice? Or does he just sound indifferent? Cold?

Your mouth opens and closes as your eyes widen, darting around as you try to assemble your thoughts.

Atsumu protectively steps forward. "'Omi it's not what it--"

"Can it, 'Tsumu!" you snap and shove him out of the way. "Move. You just called me out for not acting like an adult so don't butt in now." The scowl you give Atsumu melds into something else, something still fierce but not angry.

"Sakusa," you say, the fists clenched at your side betraying your determined calm. "Have I done something to upset you?"

Sakusa jerks back in surprise, confusing contorting his features. "What?"

You resolutely search his gaze. "Have I done something to upset or offend you? You usually talk to me...at least for a little bit...at these events but you've been avoiding me all night....Did I do something? Or say something that's upset you?"

Sakusa is dumbfounded. He scrambles to answer because his stunned silence your features crease with worry. "N-No."

"Then...were you...avoiding me?" you ask, unassuaged.

Atsumu's gesturing weirdly behind you, a partner in the world's worst game of charades, and Sakusa glances at him reflexively. You look over your shoulder and the blonde hides his hands but not quickly enough.

"Leave," you flatly demand.

"Huh?! Wha?!!! I wasn't even doin' anythin'!!"

"'Tsumu. Now!" you order and the blonde petulantly sulks out.

You wait a moment, slowly exhaling to reset yourself before turning back to Sakusa with that same anxious, determination. "Sakusa," you start again, "it feels like you're avoiding me tonight...is that true?"

"No."

You frown. "Oh...okay." Your eyes shift away as you rearrange your thoughts and feelings.

"I wasn't," he adds with surprising fervency, drawing your gaze back to him. "I wanted to come talk to you. I was just...nervous."

"About what?"

"If you wanted to talk to me."

"Oh." You look away, eyes widening with something he doesn't understand. "Um..."

"Fer god sakes--"

You and Sakusa flinch as Atsumu bursts back into the dark ballroom looking exasperated.

"JUST TELL HIM!" orders the fake blonde.

"Atsumu!" you snap, lunging at the blonde as Sakusa asks

"Tell me what?!"

Years of fist-fighting his twin make it easy for Atsumu to keep you at arm's length but you make it as difficult as possible for him to get the words out.

"Been--askin'--me!--Every--time!" Atsumu yelps in pain as a slap connects with his face. "GEEZ. JUS' Tell! Him!"

"FINE!" You huff and stop fighting, letting him shove you away. You straighten your fancy clothes and square your shoulders. "I...I only come to these things..." You only look at Sakusa in fleeting glances. "To...See...You."

"Guuhhhohmygosh," Atsumu says dropping his arms from their dramatic gesturing. "That was painful." He exaggeratedly walks out. "Spent all'a this time--" his complaints are cut off by the door clicking shut.

Something melts in the wake of Atsumu's exit. "Okay, that was kind of painful," you say with a sigh and turn back to Sakusa, a small smile pulling at the corner of your mouth. "I'm sorry, Sakusa--"

"Kiyoomi." Now he can barely look at you. "Please."

"Kiyoomi." Your smile bashfully deepens as if you liked the taste of his name on your tongue. After a moment you look up at him and the earnest sincerity pulls his gaze to you. "I like you. A lot. The first time I went to an event with Atsumu it was because he asked... The next few times I went because the MSBY manager asked me to...To keep Atsumu on his 'best behavior'," you say in a bad imitation.

Sakusa doesn't react; he's not sure he's even breathing anymore, too afraid that the most delicate disturbance will destroy the possibility.

You're watching him intently. "But I started enjoying them for myself...Not the events...But seeing you." You take a tentative step forward, testing. Sakusa's heart skips a beat. "I...I liked the way you kept me company." Another small step. "I liked being around you."

Sakusa has no idea what his face looks like right now, what you see as you're searching his expression.

"Do you like hanging out when we see each other?" you ask with cautious hope.

His voice is hoarse when he answers "yes."

"Do you..." you swallow thickly, "like...me?"

Sakusa can't bring himself to speak this time; he simply nods.

Heart throbbing in utter disbelief, ears ringing as he hears you whisper "I'm going to kiss you now...", eyes falling closed as his head swirls with the surprising series of events, Sakusa feels your lips softly press against his. He kisses you back for a moment before the world turns off.

Sakusa wakes up on the floor, his head pounding.

Something softly brushes his hair and he realizes his head's in your lap; you're looking down at him with fond concern.

"Feeling okay now?" you ask without judgment.

In disbelief he asks "did...did I faint?"

You nod, looking shyly pleased. "Yeah."

Sakusa quickly assesses himself and, after not feeling any pain, asks "did...you catch me?"

You lightheartedly laugh. "'Tsumu's always acting like a dramatic ass so I've gotten pretty good at catching people. You're lucky it was me."

Sakusa lets his eyes fall closed. "Yeah."

He smiles, feeling himself blush but not caring.

"I am lucky."

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OMG I LITERALLY LOVEEEEEEE THIS!!

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finally playing the new archon quest, and why i’m about to be the olivia pope of fontaine…..

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— haikyuu boys as campus crushes

(gn!reader) | iwaizumi, bokuto, akaashi, atsumu, suna, sakusa

note from nia: my classes got moved online until the end of february so i will live vicariously through my own writing! </3 (not proofread lolol)

✧* IWAIZUMI bumps into you after leaving the gym causing your notebooks to fall and drink to spill. he mutters a curse before apologizing and bending down, offering to buy you something at the café nearby that he likes. your hands brush against each other while you reach for the same stray paper, and if you weren't so flustered maybe you would have noticed the pink dusting his own cheeks. he makes small talk on your way there, asking for your name and where you were headed, telling you about his classes and how his workout went. he pays for your drink and seems unsure of what to do after handing it to you. having mercy (and not wanting to take up more of his time), you thank him and he offers another apology before starting to leave. when you joke and say "hope you don't run into anybody else. don't want to spend more money, do you?" he blinks before laughing, "yeah, guess so. wasn't too bad meeting you, though." you can't help walking by the gym the next day, hoping to catch him on his way out again.

✧* BOKUTO isn't hard to spot at the main quad. it's the beginning of the year club fair and he's charming everyone who walks by, despite any lack of initial interest. you aren't an exception, you realize, when he spots you and flashes a big grin, "hey! d'you wanna hear about the volleyball club?" he tells you the basics and boasts about how good they are, how hard he's been training himself. he even offers to spike a ball for you, backing up into a bigger area with another player. everyone around claps after he hits the ball with ease, but he turns to you for your reaction first. his friend pokes him, a signal that he's been talking to you long enough, and he pouts a little before realizing he did have a job to do. "i—we'd love to see you at tryouts!" he says. when you show up, maybe not for the club, but to see a specific white and black haired player, the same smile reaches his face as he jogs over. you're not sure if his flushed face is because of warm-ups or something else.

✧* AKAASHI is the well-dressed guy sitting by the window of a coffee shop, notes strewn in front of him and fingers typing away. he looks away from his screen and stretches, finally taking a break. as he glances around, he can't help but make eye contact with somebody at the table in front of him. his face flushes as you turn away and he decides the people walking outside are more interesting. but after a dozen more glances, a few close calls of being caught, 20 minutes of overthinking, and a text from his friend saying "GO TALK TO THEM!!! >:(", he starts shifting to get out of his seat—all before his heart drop as he watches you get up to leave. he keeps coming back, about to accept he'll never have another chance until he spots you a few days later. when you get back from a washroom break you notice a sticky note next to your drink with a phone number, user, and smiley face scribbled down. you look around and see the same cute guy from before watching your reaction, blushing then scribbling notes down a few seats away.

✧* ATSUMU is the guy who sneaks into class just late enough to have missed the first slide of notes, sliding into the empty seat next to you. he wouldn't have been so loud if it wasn't just the prof speaking, his noisy jacket, and backpack hitting the floor. he sheepishly taps on your desk to get your attention, holding a laptop charger for you to plug in. you think that'll be your last interaction for a while until you watch him start up a game (valorant, probably) and take out a bag of gummies. he's chewing on one when he notices you looking from the corner of his eye and he turns the bag so you can grab one. you spend the rest of the lecture switching between trying to pay attention to the professor and holding in your laugh as he dies again. he sends a joking glare your way and hastily switches to a tab to write "do YOU wanna try then??" in the search bar. you're pretty sure everyone around you turned when he snorts at your panicked rejection. after class ends and you pass his charger, he doesn't forget to turn around and say "see ya next class!"

✧* SUNA replies to your question in the class discord about a project due date. he makes a comment about the prof's bad teaching style in the safest way possible to avoid getting in trouble, sending a friend request after you laugh and agree. as soon as you accept, he dm's and says "our prof is complete ass lmao." instead of dropping the class you make a deal to stay and get a good grade purely out of spite—the loser would buy lunch at the end of the semester. you become each other's class life lines. the semester's filled with complaining, loopy 2am conversations, working through questions, secret looks when the prof said something incoherent, and high-fives. the first time you decide to sit together, you didn't expect him to be that attractive when he poked your shoulder and you turned around, though you can't really complain. he sends "😐🖕" when you get your final grades then immediately asks when to meet up. you have a sneaking feeling he tried harder with his outfit than usual, but he just teasingly sighs, "i guess i owe you a lunch?"

✧* SAKUSA sits alone at the last table with free seats in the library during finals season. he watches you pace around, trying to find an empty spot with no luck. he stares until you look in his direction then moves his things out of the way for you to take a seat diagonal from him—it's far enough that you won't bother each other, he thinks. you whisper a small "thank you" while placing your things down and he nods before returning to his project. his thought was proven to be wrong three times. once when you excuse yourself to plug in your phone by the port next to him, another time when his pencil accidentally rolls against your things and he mutters an apology, and a third when you both look up and at each other at the same time. you offer an awkward but sincere smile, and his eyes widen before he clears his throat and looks away. despite it all, he's at the same table the next day, and he moves his things again when you walk towards him.

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there you sat in kazuha’s arms as silence swallowed the room; a comfortable silence that you both enjoyed. listening to the breathing patterns of one another. it was dark except for the moon light peaking through the open window, as the curtains blew in the light breeze. he wanted to stay like this forever, never letting you go. the comfortable silence soon became awkward when he realized he was all alone. a single tear had slipped from his eye as he let go of the pillow he was holding, it wasn’t you. you were never there to begin with.

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now that i'm a college student, expect most of my content to be college/university related lol

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— things haikyuu characters do when they like you I

. suga remembers everything you tell him. from how to almost tripped going the stairs at school one time to you having a whole crisis because you couldn’t turn your project in on time. even in a casual conversation he’ll bring up something that you forgot about and it’ll warm your heart.

. everytime suna sees or hears something he’ll immediately thinks “y/n would like this” or “they would love that” to himself. sometimes he just gifts you random things at school and you never know what their for. “you lost your other bracelet band, so there have a new one.” or “listen to this song, lemme know if you like it.”

. when iwaizumi sees you he becomes really nervous and can’t get his words out. he’ll almost never  approach you, you’ll have to do it for him by talking to him first.

. his friends notice that hinata brings you up in every conversation he’s in. it could be minor stuff like ‘oh y/n has one too’ or like ‘did you know that they did such and such’ and they are tired of it.

. yachi will share her snacks with you and once she notices you like something she’ll bring extra just for you next time. she wouldn’t tell you how to make it because she wants to keep bringing you some of whatever it is herself.

. nothing major but everyday you’ll receive a thoughtful good morning or night text from kenma. he doesn’t like being on the phone so this is his best way of speaking to you on a day to day basis.

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🪩: 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐄 !༉‧₊˚.

༄ 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

coffee, sushi, candles, traveling, make up, victoria monét, fashion, sunsets, women, the gym, self care, purses, horror movies, frank ocean, weed, mariah the scientist, pinterest, flowers, romanticizing my life, shopping, and pink

༄ 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒

shows: sex and the city, euphoria, & gossip girl

animes: jujutsu kaisen, attack on titan, & soul eater

games: sims 4, genshin impact, & overwatch 2

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𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧 if you (are) ...

➪ racist | i don’t play that shit over here

➪ ableist

➪ sexist / misogynistic

➪ transphobic / homophobic

➪ have pedophilic ways

➪ don’t respect people’s preferred pronouns

➪ body shame

➪ victim blame

➪ support ppl who are demeaning to any group

➪ against the blm or stop asian hate movement !!!

𝗕𝗘𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧

➪ this blog is SFW w/ suggestive themes

➪ i will try to keep it spoiler free for everything

➪ my writing is not always consistent !! my apologies

➪ lastly i am black so i tend to lean more towards writing for black!readers ;p

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— seijoh miscellaneous headcanons

. matsukawa blasts i luv dem strippers by 2 chains through his headphones during morning practice

. sometimes makki, mattsun, and iwa go out without oikawa because they don’t want his judgement on everything

. kindaichi has a photo of kunimi in full glam makeup done by his sister

. mattsun and makki knows almost every city girl song by heart

. kunimi pretends not to hear people so he doesn’t have to do anything

. a picture got leaked of makki wearing a bra, kunimi leaked it

. for every fangirl that comes up to oikawa, someone on the team goes “OMG, oikawa is that your girlfriend???!!”

. maddog doesn’t acknowledge anyone on the team except iwaizumi, everyone else is just ‘you’

. kunimi will literally let his phone ring at full volume just to stare at it and not answer

. kyotani has stuff animals, he told me himself

. oikawa and iwaizumi has matching smiley stick n pokes, but it’s faded bc they did in middle school

. yahaba is a loud chewer plus he talks with food in his mouth, someone has the tell him to shut the hell up at the lunch table every 5 mins

. iwaizumi has stretch marks on his inner biceps from gaining muscle quickly and he likes his tiger stripes

. kyotani used to chew on the collar of his shirts until his first year of high school

. they all definitely slap the back of oikawa’s neck before a game as a sort of good luck charm

. kunimi makes deez nuts jokes and watari falls for every time

. iwa is a blushing mess when it comes to talking to people he likes, one time he told a girl “you look so titty, i mean pretty!” and the team will never let him live that down