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hi, you can call me Haya ᯓᡣ𐭩
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I’m going to absolutely scream about sakusa 🤠
me every day
for @beezerz <3 | event masterpost
you’re curled up on the couch with the tv on low, feet tucked beneath you and a blanket draped around your legs. the apartment still smells faintly like ocean air and sunscreen.
iida walks in from the hallway, his hair is damp, holding the aftersun cream like it’s something he needs to apologize for.
he hesitates a second before sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of you, tall even now, posture still impeccable despite the way his shoulders are visibly pink.
he holds up the bottle without looking at you. “…i think i miscalculated.”
you blink down at him, squinting. “oh no. how bad does it hurt?”
“tolerable,” he says, though he winces slightly as he adjusts. “but definitely not comfortable.”
you lean forward, brushing his hair away to get a better look. his shoulders are definitely sunburnt, and the edge of his back, too. the kind of red that means he’ll be grumbling about his shirt collar all week.
“i thought you re-applied.”
“i intended to,” he says. “but…you went to get your strawberry mojito, and i stayed with our things. and then…i may have fallen asleep.”
you pause. “i saw you sleeping. you looked so peaceful i didn’t want to wake you.”
“that was a grave tactical error.”
“i told you to keep reapplying.”
he groans softly, tilting forward a bit as you start to work the cream into his shoulders. “i had reapplied. just not enough, apparently.”
you hum, smoothing the cool cream over the worst of it. he tenses under your hands at first, then slowly eases into it, his breathing evening out with every pass of your palm.
the show keeps playing in the background — something neither of you are really watching. you move gently across his back, pressing lightly at the sore spots, the aloe scent drifting through the room.
after a while, he speaks, voice lower. “thank you. for letting me rest. and…for this.”
you smile, fingers stilling between his shoulders for a moment. “you’re welcome.”
he leans into your hand just a little. lets out a quiet breath like it’s the first full one he’s taken all evening.
“you can finish your show,” he says, not turning around. “i’ll just stay here. like this.”
you lean forward, kiss the back of his shoulder, and whisper, “fine. but next time — more sunscreen. no naps.”
he nods and stays exactly where he is.
© everything here is written with care — please don’t repost, copy, or alter my work without permission.
TENYAAAAAA i love him so much
timeskip!sakusa x f!reader, fluff, slightly suggestive (morning after) but nothing specific/explicit at all
sakusa kiyoomi, msby's #15 and now olympian, cannot believe his fall from grace. the olympics ended just a few days ago, they threw a huge celebration last night (which he honestly really enjoyed), and by some twist of fate—he's here.
he paces around the living room of his hotel suite for half an hour before finally deciding what he needs to do. he never thought he would resort to this, but he figures that desperate times call for desperate measures.
to his surprise, miya atsumu answers the facetime call after just a few rings.
"omiomi!" atsumu greets, "you seemed to have a lot of fun last—"
"i'm about to ask for your advice and if you speak a word of this to anyone, i will end you." kiyoomi says sternly.
"woah, woah, relax man," atsumu says, putting his free hand up in surrender, "what's up?"
no backing out now, kiyoomi thinks.
he's literally my everything
sakusa knows he’s a bad date.
he’s quiet, timid, doesn’t speak much, and asks all the wrong questions at the wrong time.
he’s not very good at eye contact and a lot of the things he wants to say he feels he can’t say at all either.
(partially due to the feeling that everything he says when he talks to you ends up embarrassing him, and partially due to the fact that talking to you for long periods of time make him tongue tied).
(not that he’d ever admit that).
despite all that though, he does know the basics when it comes to going on dates:
he buys you flowers (and forgets it by his doorway), he opens the car door for you (and apologizes when it almost hits you as he opens it), and he makes dinner reservations at the restaurant you mentioned to him in passing three days ago (he did a good job with this one).
so yes, him being a bad date is not unbeknownst to him. quite the opposite in fact, it’s not only something he knows about himself, but it’s also something that he thinks about all the time.
or at least, all the time ever since he’s met you.
that’s how the two of you end up here — the evening of your first (and probably last) date, sitting on a porch step of an empty building, a bloodied handkerchief filled with crushed up snow pressed against sakusa’s left cheek, and a few missing buttons from your favorite winter coat.
sakusa always knew he was a bad date, but he never thought he would be this bad.
I HEART LOSER KIYOOMI HE IS TOO CUTE </3</3
・❥・lovesick sakusa, f!reader, one-sided pining, brief description of non-sexual nudity, alcohol mention, wc: 627
best friend sakusa kiyoomi who comes to pick you up from the party he told you not to go, knowing you’d end up drunk and heartbroken, crying over some guy who isn’t even worth your time or your light.
it’s always the same. you, getting ready while facetiming him, using the small tile of your screen to apply your lip gloss while kiyoomi’s eyes follow the contour of it, imagining his thumb tracing the outlines of your pretty mouth. by now you stopped asking him if he wants to come, already knowing he’s gonna decline. instead he watches you flip through your wardrobe, holding up dress after dress only to end up wearing the one you always go for.
what can he say? it’s a nice dress, it suits you. kiyoomi and you bought it together once, back when you were his plus one for his sister’s wedding and it was out of question he’d bring anyone but you. you’re his best friend. of course he’s gonna bring you to an event where love is being celebrated.
it’s a nice dress. it’s killing him softly.
a few hours later you’re sniffling against his shoulder in the back of a cab, his jacket wrapped around your form. your eyes are closed, a little red and puffy from all the crying, your mascara smudged and your lipstick almost gone. he has a good idea where it went and it lights a fire in the pit of his stomach. kiyoomi got you water and rolled the window down for some air, his hands resting on your thighs because he doesn’t know where else to put them when you cling to his arm like this. if you were his, you’d never have a reason to cry ever again, he thinks. he’d make sure of it.
kiyoomi my beloved boy <𝟑
LIs comforting MC with astraphobia? <:]
I have a really bad fear of thunder... Lighting, too, but the thunder is the worst part.
We've got a pretty bad storm right now, and while I was hiding under the covers I tried to think, 'How would they react?'
I figured you might have some brain sparks on it.
I feel like all around the five of them would take it seriously and figure out ways to keep you comfortable during the storm!
Xavier would initially be surprised when he sees how scared you get when the first crack of thunder rumbles the sky. He’ll question if you are alright “did it catch you off guard or—“ before he can even finish, another rumble hits and your covering your ears with a small whimper. “—it’s okay, I’m right here.” He stops asking questions immediately, hugging you to his chest and resting his chin on top of your head. He might not be loud enough to fully block out the sound, but he’ll start to hum, turn the tv up a little, even glance around to see if he has some headphones within reach to block out the sound.
Rafayel initially starts to tease you. Though, don’t hold it against him, he thought you just got surprised and reacted in such a way. It’s not until he sees tears gleaming in your eyes as you press your hands to your ears that he realizes it’s a genuine fear. “Hey, hey… it’s okay…” he’s kneeling down beside you, hands moving to touch yours but you only hug them tighter to your head. “You’re scared of the storm?” A feeble nod, and he watches you brace for impact as lightning illuminates his studio. “Why didn’t you say something so—“ but the crack of thunder has you letting out a scared squeak, eyes squeezing shut as he cradles you to his body. “It’s alright, it’ll be over soon. You’ve got me right here with you, yeah?”
Zayne is reminded of your phobia the second the lightning streaks across the sky. Mid-appointment and the two of you lock eyes, Zayne’s heart aching as genuine fear blossoms across your face. “You’ve still got that—“ it’s meant to be sympathetic, a gateway to ask what he can do to help you through this, but the thunder rattles the entire hospital and he watches you flinch and curl in on yourself. Before you can open your eyes, Zayne is scooping you up, hugging you tightly and carrying you over to his couch. “It looks like it will be a short storm, but in the mean time, tell me about your day.” He holds you through it, trying to distract you through the whole thing.
Sylus doesn’t ask any questions, perfectly understanding your reaction to the sudden thunder and deciding not to push you on the subject. Right now, his main objective is comforting you and helping you through the next unknown amount of minutes. “How about this?” Sylus leaves you on the couch briefly, setting a new record on his player and turning it up to max volume. Between the music filling the space and the roaring fireplace, the storm beyond his windows is considerably muffled. Still, he returns to your side and pulls you close, one ear is pressed to his chest, the other is pressed over your ear. He cradles you to his body, humming to add some extra noise and effectively drown out most of the raging storm.
Caleb never forgot your fear, and is more than prepared to get you through it. He can recall from childhood the amount of times he’d find you huddled somewhere, hands pressed to your ears while you sniffle and try and be brave. Yeah, no. You don’t need to be brave when he’s around. He can do that for you. So it’s no shock that at the first flash of lightening, Caleb is slipping some headphones over your head and smiling sweetly. “Just try and take a nap, pip. Relax with me.” A gentle tug and you’re falling into his arms, one of your favorite playlists filling your head with sound and effectively blocking out everything else. A gentle kiss on your forehead and you’re relaxing, when Caleb is around, you really don’t have anything to fear.
this one hits close to home 🫂
𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 ⋯ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐌𝐈𝐃-𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓
𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑
The tension between you and Xavier had been building for the past ten minutes. The living room felt smaller with each passing second, the space between you charged with unspoken frustrations. He remained still as always while you gesticulated wildly, your frustration mounting as you paced back and forth.
“You can’t just disappear for hours without telling me, Xavier! I was worried sick!” Your voice cracked on the last word, betraying how genuinely frightened you’d been.
He stood with perfect posture by the window, hands clasped behind his back. “I apologize. I was helping a neighbor downstairs with their computer system. Time escaped me.” The words were perfectly reasonable, delivered in that maddeningly measured tone he always used.
looove this
when azumane asahi knelt in front of you like that, you couldn't wait for the day when he'd ask to marry you.
he hadn't yet bound his hair back, so it was cascading down to his shoulders in beautiful locks, tucked behind his ear. he hadn't yet put his glasses on, too, allowing you study his strong eyebrows, the curve of his nose, the slight dimple in his right cheek as his teeth absentmindedly held quilting pins between his lips, his shadowed jaw.
"stand straight, baby," he mumbled, his voice deep and slightly raspy, sleep still clinging to his baritone.
"sorry."
he removed the pins from his mouth, before pressing a chaste kiss to your clothed knee in lieu of replying; his hands quick and nimble as they folded the hem of your too long pants, securing them. his fingers brushing your ankle felt like a love confession, and the care with which he looked up to you to ask you whether you wanted the material to be longer was a promise to always mind your needs.
"it's perfect like that."
"mhm, you can take 'em off, then," he gave you a smile, crooked and lopsided and so very gentle, it hurt your heart, "it'll just take a mo'."
your hand found the scruff of his cheek and like instinct, he leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering close, eyelashes long and pretty as they brushed against the apple of his cheeks. his large hands found the back of your legs, roaming to hold your flesh, the span of his fingers covering you with warmth.
"it's gonna be cold, though," you stepped up closer to his body heat and his cheek found your thigh, fingers squeezing.
asahi's voice rumbled against your skin, "you can wait in bed until i'm done, baby."
when you gave your okay, his hold on you tightened around your legs and then he was hoisting you up, his biceps bulging, arms strong as he carried you to your bed. one hand of his let go and found your nape, secure, warm, his other arm wandered up when he laid you on his side, his scent surrounding you as he leaned over you to settle you in properly.
"won't take long, alright?" he murmured against your mouth, breath warm, hands finding the seam of your pants to tug them down, "at least i'll try not to. okay, okay, one last kiss— hmm, no, changed my mind, give me another."
when you finally let go of him, lips swollen and hot, he smoothed out the fabric of your pants with a dopey smile, and you buried your face into his pillow, wrapped tightly with the blanket, inhaling deeply.
oh, you so were going to say yes.
TAGLIST | @takes1 @classicalelephant
@screamin-abt-haikyuu (for you <3 hehe)
MY HEART CANNOT TAKE THIS </3 What a man...
Literally
“kei, do you ever think about how strange it is that we've never fought?” you ask, limbs tangled with his as you cuddle on his bed.
it’s 10:03 PM and you’re doing your best to fight against the chilling, icy atmosphere of tsukishima’s room. for some reason, he likes to sleep like a vampire.
“do you want to?” he offers with an arm wrapped around your shoulders. tsukki doesn’t even open his eyes when he responds, too sleepy to entertain another one of your late night overthinking sessions.
“no,” you say calmly, “but we’ve been together for 7 months. we must either be like, the greatest couple of all time or the exact opposite.”
you feel his chest rise and deflate against your head as he lets an overly dramatic sigh.
you knew tsukishima kei wasn’t one for pda. hell, it was one of the things you loved about him. he knew how to make you feel loved without having to scream it to the world.
like that one time on one of your first dates, when you had accidentally fallen asleep on the soft grass of the park while waiting for his weekend practice to end. you woke up with a hand massaging your scalp.
“how long have you been waiting there?” you giggle, rising from your slumber as you rub your eyes awake. he pulls away, casually avoiding your gaze. “why didn’t you wake me?”
kei only shrugs, “you looked peaceful.”
or that other time you got sick for a week and couldn’t make it to school, so he immediately visited you as soon as you got better and brought his backpack with him.
“i got two copies of all the homeworks due next week, so you don’t have to ask the teachers for them.” he unpacks his notes and fishes out two pens from his bag before turning to you. “come, i’ll teach you everything you missed.”
your teachers praised you for how responsible you were, and told you how much they appreciated that you took the initiative to study.
yeah, you totally did that.
or like right now, and all the other nights you’ve spent at his place. because unbeknownst to you, tsukishima kei sets up his bedroom every single time you visit. he tidies up, cleaning even spots that you would never think to look at. but most importantly, and tsukishima knows this routine by heart, he turns the a/c to the highest setting so you’d be forced to cuddle against him underneath his sheets.
“the former,” is all replies with, and you scoff, rolling your eyes.
“but seriously though. how lucky are we to never have fought even after seven months.”
tsukki sighs again, before reluctantly revealing, “we don’t fight because i make it a point to always agree with you.”
you’re taken aback by his words, sitting up slightly as you look him in the eyes, though his are still closed as he tries to focus on sleeping.
“...huh?”
“idiot,” he teases. maybe he thinks calling you names will cover up for how unbelievably sweet he’s being right now, “why would i want to argue with you?” he shifts, trying to subtly move his face away so you don’t see him fully.
“but i can’t always have my way, you know. a relationship should be 50/50, right?”
“not ours.” he presses your head back against his chest, and you hear his heartbeat fasten a little. “you’re the boss.”
BONUS: “and you’ve never paid in your life anyway. you don’t believe in that 50/50 bullshit.” “hey!” “i don’t even know what your wallet looks like.”
@kokokoula this one’s for u <3
HE'S SO AAAGJSJSHSJSJ love him
Observant | Sakusa x Reader
Of course you charmed Hinata first, always matching his energetic and early morning greetings. Although the wing spiker was also easy to impress and even easier to like so it wasn’t too surprising.
Similarly, Sakusa wasn’t that shocked when Bokuto became putty in your hands. He always perked up like a little flower whenever you’d shower him with praise, your tone sincere but words firm; never going as far as to baby him but helping to get him back up when he dramatically fell down.
Atsumu did take a bit longer than he had anticipated to come around. At first he was acting like a high schooler with a crush, avoiding you at all costs until you offhandley mentioned having lived abroad. Afterwards, he became the most smitten.
Despite all your newfound connections, you had kept your distance from Sakusa, which he preferred and appreciated. During the brief moments you two did interact you always kept it professional, offering a polite greeting followed up by helpful advice. There was no pressure to become fast friends and you were really good at your job, having been handpicked by Iwaizumi himself.
While he did come to silently admire your professionalism, and Iwaizumi-seal-of-approval, he still found your ability to seamlessly switch gears between him and his teammates to be a bit…off-putting.
How was it that you could get along with him and Atsumu? It was unprecedented and you were also the newest addition to the team, so he couldn’t help himself from questioning your authenticity.
lads LIs when you're hesitant to initiate kisses
sylus understands your hesitancy to make yourself vulnerable, but he also can't stand to see you unfulfilled. the first couple times he catches you staring at his lips, he offers nothing but lazy blinks and slow smirks, challenging you to come to him first. but when you look away in uncertainty one too many times, seemingly content to watch your own desires slip away as long as it saves you from embarrassment, he saunters toward you, maintaining eye contact all the way. placing one hand on your hip and the other on your chin, he bends to capture your lips with his, making you stumble with his intensity. his grip on you only tightens when he breaks the kiss, and before you can ask what he’s doing, he tugs you toward his lips. when you lose your balance and fall into his embrace, you realize his game: he’s making you kiss him first
zayne empathizes with your shyness and hesitancy, afraid to so much as look at you the wrong way in case he offends you. since you’re both too frozen in overthought to make the first move, you don’t become intimate as quickly as most couples, trading physical closeness for emotional understanding. when he walks you to your door after a visit to the bakery, he leaves you with a warm goodnight hug, and you both assume the other is satisfied. only when you think he’s asleep on the sofa one evening and press a fond kiss to his cheek does he realize you share his private desires. the next day, after stoically psyching himself up for 20 minutes, he finds you in the kitchen and kisses you deeply, a pink tinge on his cheeks when he pulls away
hot sexy and unbothered king – the ONLY pisces man i’ll ever allow in my entire existence
THAT'S MY MANNNNN
A gentle knock on the bedroom door made you look up from your book. It wasn’t new that your husband asked for permission to enter this way and you had long stopped to tell him that it wasn’t necessary and he was always welcome in your space.
“Yes, honey?”, you called and his head poked in.
“Darling, can we talk?”
Your heart jolted at his serious tone. Trying to not jump to any conclusions, you sat up a little with your back against the headboard, nervously smoothing out the blanket over your chubby tummy to have something to do other than panic and nodded, making him come in and sit at the foot of the bed, a notepad and pen in his hand.
His eyes flickered to the book you’d closed in your lap, “You like these stories.”
It wasn’t a question, so you quickly hummed in agreement for him to continue.
“I know that the male character is very desirable to you and I also understand that you possibly prefer him over me, since I have been too busy to pay the right amount of attention to you lately.”
“Oh! Honey, no! That’s not-“
“Don’t worry, darling, I got your hints.”
“My… my hints?”, you asked carefully.
“You’ve been reading one of these books every one to two days now. I must have neglected you a lot. I’m sorry.”
“But you didn’t!”
He set the pen on the notepad and held your confused gaze.
“This… “shadow daddy”…”
“-where did you learn that term?”
“What does he do that I don’t?”
And with a mixture of horror and hysterical amusement you realized, he wasn’t accusatory, but waiting for an actual list.
characters: Kita, Ushijima, Kageyama, Aone, lowkey Kenma, your stoic fave
a/n: inspired by this reel and thank you to @haikyu-mp4 for the addition of “the hints” xD
this is too cute ㅠㅠ
Tobio Kageyama
Words of Affirmation
Then
"You look... nice." Tobio's slowly trail down your form. His cheeks are pink, but his tone is harsh, almost... like a question?
"Thank you?" You ask back, slipping out of your shoes. "I've bought new trousers. It's hard to find good ones, most of them make my ass look fat."
"It is fat," Tobio points out, almost going cross-eyed as he tries to look both at you and your behind at the same time. "It's nice."
You stop, one hand in your purse, and stare at him.
"Tobio?"
"Yes?"
"Are you trying to flirt?"
He jerks his face away, but you've seen enough of the nervous blush covering every spare inch of his usually pale skin.
"Forget about it!" He barks as he stomps off, your giggling the only sound in the empty hallway.
AGSJSHSKSJKSJSKSSJJSKSJSHSKSJ I'm literally kicking my feet giggling over this one I love him so much 😭🫂
Period duty – Sakusa x reader wc 468 – f!reader
Sakusa worried a lot about your first period while in a relationship with him. He was never particularly naturally coddling, his hands were usually cold, and he was practically married to his routine. Things like this sometimes made him wonder if he could be a good boyfriend for you, but you sent him so many sad emojis that he promised to at least stop by your apartment on the way home.
He stood in line at the supermarket with a balanced mix of good and good for you. This meant chocolates, fruits, hot cocoa, and medical drinks. His heavy, nervous breaths dampened the mask on his face, and his eyes constantly ran over the stuff in his basket to try to think of anything he was missing.
“Kiiiiyoooooomiiiiiiiii!” you squealed happily and ran towards him at full speed, dressed up in his most comfortable hoodie and some sweatpants that were so old and torn you couldn’t remember where you got them from.
Sakusa looked up in surprise, holding his hands out so you wouldn’t reach him. “I haven’t showered yet!”
You snuck past his arms when he stopped fighting it, forcing your cheek against his chest in a squish. “I’m so happy you came.”
And Sakusa could almost cry. Was that really all it took to make you happy? “You haven’t even seen what I got you yet,” he mumbled, cheeks flushing at the endearing look in your eyes.
“You brought my boyfriend safely to my place. Thank you for your service.”
You grabbed the reusable grocery bag from him so he could finally take his shoes off and come inside.
“You even got fresh fruits!” he heard you screech from the kitchen. His pulse slowed to match yours as he finally settled into the air of your appreciation, figuring that he would at least do his best for as long as you’d let him.
After his shower, Sakusa spent minutes with his hands under the faucet, letting warm water wrinkle his skin until it turned red. He didn’t want to startle you with his cold hands.
Imagine his surprise when you easily cuddled up against him on the couch with two hot water bottles resting against your stomach. He pouted without even meaning to, awkwardly trying to adjust in a way he imagined might make you more comfortable.
Tilting your head up, your eyebrows were furrowed to mirror his concern. “Are you comfortable?”
“I was just about to ask you the same thing,” he admitted.
“I’m not injured, babe. But craving cuddles, so get comfortable because we’re staying here the rest of the day.”
Sakusa mentally checked his calendar, but you quickly interrupted him by snuggling into his side and adjusting the hot water bottles before finally relaxing.
His schedule was cleared. Sakusa was on period duty.
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/tagging @cottonlemonade because she's great and encourages my writing a lot<3
so fitting to read this right after I started mine 🤧🫂