she djās at āthe maneaterā every weekend, and sheās the highlight of iwaizumiās bouncer shift.
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pairing: iwaizumi x f!reader
status: in development
tags/warnings: reader is a dj at a night club, iwaizumi is the bouncer, enemies to lovers, smau, alcohol/drinking, language, slightly suggestive, smoking, arguments, very slight angst buried under humor, probably will be out of character, please note warnings may change as story progresses, and to check each chapter for individual warnings
you achieve iconic wag status when, during an especially hot game where thereās a shortage of water available for the players, you lend your boyfriend your stanley of ice cold water. now, online forever, are images of your hot, sweaty boyfriend sitting on the bench, clutching your pink tumbler for life as he drinks out of the straw like an overgrown toddler and his sippy cup. after heās done, heās well trained enough to put back the silicon straw cover, which is in the shape of a pink bow. his teammates never let him hear the end of it, but he gets the last laugh because heās the only one completely hydrated
ā Ā Ā tags Ā Ā fem reader, Ā fluff, Ā roommates to something close to lovers, Ā timeskip kiyoomi
ā Ā Ā notes Ā wc is 1.8k, Ā i wrote this on a whim so please forgive ooc kiyoomi, also please forgive any grammar mistakes lmao
you and sakusa have been communicating through notes for the past three months.
at first, you had mindlessly written down a few groceries you needed to buy on a sticky note, pasting it onto the fridge so you wouldnāt forget. it included some of the basics; eggs, flour, rice, milk, and other necessities for you and your roommateās fridge.Ā
then, the next time you came home, you were greeted by a bright yellow sticky note seated next to your pink one. it said:
protein powder
lettuce
masks (the white ones)
between your full-time job and sakusaās hectic schedule as a professional volleyball player, the two of you hardly saw each other, if at all. especially with sakusaās new status on the olympic team. it wasnāt bad, per se, as youād never been the closest to him ā he was closed-off and, frankly, intimidating. it was like the man would go to any lengths to avoid interacting with others. regardless, his small addition to your grocery list had made you laugh.Ā
you checked off the items he wanted, and the sticky note was gone the next day.
from then, the two of you only ever communicated with each other this way. one of you would write the groceries they needed to get that weekend, and the other would make their additions to the list. it was effective, simple, and considering how the only post-it notes the either of you owned were offensively bright colors, hard to miss.Ā
after a while, you began adding little comments in addition to the list of items you needed to buy. they were short and sweet, like a thanks! written in the corner of your post-it detailing the items you needed sakusa to buy, or there are leftovers in the fridge after you made too much for dinner. you werenāt expecting sakusa to respond to them, given his stand-offish nature. so, when he did, you were surprised. no; scratch that, you were elated. although his replies werenāt anything extraordinary, just a simple youāre welcome or thank you for the food written in his neat handwriting under your own, it felt like a break in your relationship with sakusa.Ā
despite knowing him for a while now, the two of you stayed as acquaintances and nothing more. but, you couldnāt deny that you wanted to know more about him. and though unconventional, the sticky notes worked perfectly for this.
writing to each other using post-its became such a habit that sakusa bought a magnetic whiteboard. you were only made aware of it when you walked into the kitchen to see it set up. there was a note already written in black marker on the board, stating that the post-it notes were beginning to be a waste of paper. you made sure to write a large thanks, sakusa! with the same marker, adding a few hearts around it.
(and if sakusa flushed red at the sight of his name with hearts surrounding it, only he would know.)Ā
whenever your friends came over, they would question the purpose of the whiteboard. you couldn't blame them; it did take up the better half of your fridge's surface. they had a good laugh when you explained the story behind it, but some asked why couldnāt you just text each other?
and, honestly? you didnāt know either.
you knew it would be more efficient if you were to text sakusa instead of patiently waiting for his replies on the dry-erase board every day. but, if you wanted to, you knew you wouldāve done it a while ago; before he even had the idea of buying the whiteboard, back when the two of you were conversing through neon sticky notes and wasting an unnecessary amount of paper.Ā
you surmise itās because you didn't want to ruin your and sakusaās relationship ā if you could even call it that. texting him would forcefully pull him into your orbit. though youāve been regularly interacting with him for the past few months, you were aware that you hardly knew anything about the man; small notes and lists only gave you so much information about a person. the whiteboard was a safe in-between ā you learn a little more about him and his habits, while not forcing him to interact with you.Ā
well, you think, heās not obligated to answer my texts, either. you have his number, and itās not like you havenāt texted him before. there was only so much you could do when you werenāt home to pick up packages or forget to inform him of a repairman coming over.Ā
you mull over the decision, a short text already typed into your conversation with sakusa. your finger hovers over the send button, before you furiously spam the delete key and put your phone down. no, nevermind.Ā
your plan of staying content with your relationship fails miserably.
itās been a hard few weeks at work, with seemingly endless deadlines you have to meet and an equally endless amount of meetings youāve had to attend. you feel as if you havenāt had a moment to yourself in forever.
so, when you submit your most recent project to your boss and shut your laptop closed, the first thing on your mind is to go home and rest. your mind is on auto-pilot as you pack your belongings, spitting out noās to your co-workers' offers to go out drinking. when youāre this tired, the last thing you want to do is wake up with a splitting headache and an awful hangover the next day.
you stumble into your apartment, hastily toeing your heels off. a sigh leaves you, the harsh pressure of the shoe finally being relieved. theyāre thrown somewhere in the corner, probably not anywhere close to where they should be, but youāll deal with that tomorrow. all you want is some sleep. you consider just crashing on the couch and dealing with the consequences tomorrow.
ārough day?ā a flat voice asks. you jump at the noise, not expecting anyone to be in your apartment. when you look up, youāre greeted by a tall figure standing in front of you. your eyes take a moment to rack over them, not completely registering that the only other person who has access to your apartment isā¦
sakusa.
āhuhā¦?ā you mutter, blinking a few times to will the tiredness from your eyes. it doesnāt work. sakusa only sighs, stepping from the doorway and further into your home. thereās a look on his face thatās telling you to follow, but when you donāt out of pure shock because heās here? like, actually here? at home? he rolls his eyes.
ācome on,ā he says, āthereās food on the stove already.āĀ
you continue to stay silent, causing sakusa to raise an eyebrow. your face is scrunched up, a hand on the wall next to you to support your weight.
āare youā¦am i hallucinatingā¦?ā you mumble, internally debating if you wanted to pinch yourself to make sure that youāre not dreaming in any way. āi thought you werenāt going to be back for a while?āĀ
in response to your delirious rambling, sakusa laughs. itās rather quiet, but you know he does. you hear the rapid exhalation of air accompanied by a deep rumble coming from his chest, and you can see his shoulders shaking.Ā
he steps closer to you, forcing your bag from your shoulder and practically pulling you with him into your shared living room. youāre tripping over your feet, mind still fuzzy from your tiring day.Ā
āleave it up to you to not be able to think properly after a long day,ā he murmurs, setting your bag down on the couch. in your half-awake daze, youāre unable to form a proper response. āi guess youāre not hungry then.ā
āwellā¦ā you stammer, still trying to get your bearings. āyouāre like, never home, sakusaā¦so how am i supposed to react when you practically teleport in front of me?ā you finish, a yawn escaping you. that makes sakusa laugh again.Ā
āfor your information, i didnāt teleport in front of you,ā he replies, āi heard the door open, so i went to greet my roommate. now, go get ready for bed.ā
you disregard what he says, opting to groan when he orders you to get ready for bed. it just seems like so much work. you have to take off your makeup, change, brush your teeth, do your skincareā¦you think youād rather crash face-first on your couch, like you were planning on doing earlier. you tell him that much.
sakusa rolls his eyes again. he pushes you towardsthe bathroom, telling you to take off your makeup, while he goes to rummage in your room for sleepwear. what?Ā
you don't have much of a choice, so you follow his directions. beginning with your meticulous skincare routine, you cleanse off your makeup. while youāre drying your face, sakusa knocks on the bathroom door with a fresh pair of pajamas for you to change into.Ā
once youāve completed your nightly routine, you wander out of the bathroom to find sakusa sitting on the couch. he seems preoccupied with something on his phone, and you have to admit that the sight of him concentrating is rather charming.Ā
thankfully, the cold water youād splashed onto your face woke you up, so youāre more awake than you were when youād entered. youāre still horribly tired, and you want nothing but to sleep in the comfort of your bed, but you feel bad going straight to bed without even thanking sakusa for taking care of you. the only way the two of you talked for the last few monthsĀ was over post-it notes, for god's sake!Ā
āhey, sakusa?ā you call, and his attention snaps from his phone to you. āthanks for uhā¦taking care of me. sorry about all that, i was really tired. or, er, am really tired.ā you awkwardly stutter out.Ā
he hums in response, standing up from the couch and taking long strides towards you. thanks to his height, heās face-to-face with you in no time. heās close ā maybe a little too close for someone you think probably doesn't even consider you a friend. that leads you to another realization: for someone that you knew disliked social interaction, heās also talked to you an awful lot today.
āif you were really thankful, youād go to bed right now and eat what i made tomorrow. youāre exhausted.ā he bluntly replies. you gape at him for a moment, about to reply, but he cuts you off. āiāll be home more often. volleyball is in the off-season now.āĀ
you know you should just nod and turn on your heel to go to bed, but thereās a question on the tip of your tongue that slips before youāre able to catch it.Ā
āso⦠no more whiteboard notes?ā you question. sakusa laughs for a third time that night, and you think youāve hit the jackpot in your slightly delirious state.Ā
he shakes his head. āno more whiteboard notes for now.ā
you wake up the next morning, and when you enter the kitchen, you see a yellow sticky note pasted onto the whiteboard. on it, it reads:Ā
we can make these lists together now, so there's no need for either of these.
i imagine iwaizumi is the kind of guy that pays for your nails and never lets your hands leave his lips on the drive home from the salon.
i also like to think if you ask him to help put a necklace on or zip up your dress/tie your top he always leaves a kiss on the back of your shoulder after.
or when youāre on dish duty heāll collect the dinner plates and stack them for you and dries them off after youāve washed them.
this was supposed to just be a brain dump but !! after awhile you ask him to come in and get a manicure with you and he happily obliges.
at first he's just getting clear coats but then he branches out and gets little simple designs to match with you .
i also feel the need to add that 1000%% bokuto also matches nails with you actually it was HIS idea to go in with you. he's all in as soon as he sits in the chair and lets you tell them what design you're both going for and you always end up getting his initial on your ring finger:PPP and he never really cares too much about the design as long as he's the other half of your matching set
i imagine iwaizumi is the kind of guy that pays for your nails and never lets your hands leave his lips on the drive home from the salon.
i also like to think if you ask him to help put a necklace on or zip up your dress/tie your top he always leaves a kiss on the back of your shoulder after.
or when youāre on dish duty heāll collect the dinner plates and stack them for you and dries them off after youāve washed them.
on the table ā” miya atsumu x gn!reader (a little angsty)
Atsumu swore he never looked so stupid. Wearing a red felt headband with glitter-covered hearts sticking out from the band on silver springs because Hinata said it was a part of the dress code for his valentines day party. Then, he found himself standing in front of your door, in the same headband, flowers he borrowed from Hinata's table decoration in hand, and he has never wanted the ground to open up and swallow him whole as much as he does now.
He feels like this is a setup, a joke for the guys to laugh at while theyāre in the car waiting for him as he makes a fool of himself trying to get closure from his ex, on Valentineās day of all days.
Maybe you werenāt going to answer the door if you see him through the peephole, or you're out on a date with someone who can treat you better than he did, someone who didnāt have to make excuses for not spending enough time with you. All the possibilities as to why you still havenāt answered your door after three knocks went circles in his head.
Atsumu turned around to look at the parked car and shook his head. Suna rolled down the window and Hinata poked his head out of it, āBROOO YOU GOT THIS!!ā he said, Bokuto wolf-whistled and pumped his fist as they attempted to hype up their friend. Atsumu didnāt even notice you standing in the doorway until the wolf-whistling stopped and Bokuto and Hinata slid down their seats to duck and hide from you.
āEverything okay out here?ā
Atsumu nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of your voice. He had planned out what he was going to say to you, and then his mind drew blanks when he turned around and saw you. All the planning he had done sitting in the car, making up scenarios of you rejecting him or you jumping into his arms and even had Suna pretend to be you, had all gone to waste.
He stood there dumbfounded and watched as you furrowed your eyebrows and leaned your head against the door frame waiting for him to say something.
He got out of his head and realized it was now or never, āThese are for youā, he said as he offered you the bouquet.
As you accepted the bouquet he felt the weight on his shoulders lift a little. He was not one to be overly nervous but seeing you did a number on him.
He cleared his throat, āCan I come in?ā
You hesitantly nodded and made room for him to come in. Atsumu hadnāt been to your place since he walked out. He couldnāt help to feel guilty as he noticed the changes in your living room.
The knitted throw blanket you kept on the arm of the couch he used to wrap around you two while you watched tv was no longer there, the msby letterman jacket he gave you to keep yourself warm while he walked you home from a date used to stay on the coatrack by the door, was nowhere to be seen.
He took a seat on your couch and noticed you scooched over the opposite way. He let out a small laugh and rubbed his palms against his thighs even though the motion did hurt him deep down.
As you two sat in silence for a minute you took it upon yourself to break it, āYou gonna tell me whatās going on? Or am I going to have to imagine the worst-case scenario?ā. He did show up on your porch unexpectedly, after all, the least he could do was say why.
Atsumu took inhaled deeply, alright you came here for a reason he said to himself.
He turned to completely face you, āI think weāve- well I made a mistake, and there are some things we both have to say to each other, and we should just...put it all on the table.ā
He watched as you shifted in your seat and placed a pillow in your lap, something you always did when you felt on defense. He began to regret showing up here and trying to revive the relationship you had. He felt selfish, coming into your safe space because he wanted you back, but he had to know if you felt the same.
You took a deep breath and huffed, āAlright, letās lay it out.ā
Atsumu took a few seconds to gather his thoughts, he had one more chance and he wasnāt going to take it for granted.
He scooted over closer to you and took your hands into his, āI know that when we broke up, we both agreed it was for the better. I thought that giving you the chance and space to date other people was the right thing. I was wrong. And Iāll admit that Iām being selfish, Iāll proudly label myself as selfish when it comes to you.ā, he paused and took a breath as he figured out what to say next.
With as much confidence he has on the court and with everything else he does, you never wouldāve expected to find Atsumu as tongue-tied as he is now. The once flamboyant and show-off about himself who could go on forever talking about anything, now struggled to find the right words to say to you.
āWhat Iām trying to say is, we should give it another shot. If youāve already moved on, Iāll back off but if you havenāt, Iām still here.ā He held your hands a little tighter as he awaited your response.
You tried to move on, you really did. He suggested it after all. Dating other people didnāt seem that bad until you found yourself comparing everyone to him. Others had more time to give you but no one could give you the same feelings he did.
Maybe you were being a bit mean, putting everyone on the scale from 1 to Atsumu, never really giving anyone a chance to replace him. And what would be the point of trying to find someone to replace him, when you could actually have him?
āNot trying to interrupt ya deep thoughts or anything, but ya know Iām still here right?ā
You quickly got out of your head and gathered your thoughts to answer him, āI tried the whole dating thing. It didnāt really work out. I guess I found myself wondering if we could make us work rather than trying to work things out with someone else. And I think...we can.ā
Before you could even finish off telling him you wanted to give your relationship a second chance, he had lifted you off the couch, spun you around, and pressed kisses all over your face.
āI..promise..I..will..do..everything..to..make..this..work..ā he said between each kiss.
You laughed at how each one tickled and when he finally stopped spinning you around. āOkay okay, before I get dizzy.ā He put you back down on your feet.
āCouldnāt contain it any longer, Iāve missed youā Atsumu said as he took your face into his palm. He leaned in to kiss you, and then his headband slid down his face. āI shouldāve given this back to Shoyo before I came in,ā he huffed.
You readjusted the headband, ā ām think itās cute. You gonna tell them they donāt have to sit in front of my house anymore?ā
āTheyāll be alrightā, he took the headband off his head and placed it onto yours, āitās cuter on you though.ā
a/n this is a repost from my ao3 ! i know vday has already passed :PPPP
š¦¹his hands are worn from years of volleyball. herās are worn from years of playing guitar š¦¹
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status: completed, but i reserve the right to post bonus content at random
tags: kuroo x f!reader, one sided enemies to lovers, serendipity, university au, reader is a musician in an indie punk band
warnings: language, alcohol use, violence, adult themes, mommy issues im giving yn mommy issues forgot to mention that, grammatical mistakes probably, everyone probably will be out of character, please note warnings may change as story progresses, and to check each chapter for individual warnings
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each part is named after the song i listened to while making it
playlist one playlist two
introductions: the band | the team
track one: dumb fucks
track two: hair of dog
track three: monkey jaw
track four: hooked fish [ā]
track five: magnet
track six: the the empty
track seven: heaven
track eight: bag of worms
track nine: all i think about now
track ten: rigid
track eleven: the shadow baby
track twelve: waiting so long [ā]
track thirteen: trace me onto you
track fourteen: enumerating
track fifteen: kute
track sixteen: drunk voicemail [ā]
track seventeen: all this love [ā]
track eighteen: cream of gold
track nineteen: liar's love [ā]
track twenty: kill me
track twenty-one: anything [ā]
track twenty-two: just like heaven [ā]
bonus content:
band lore
nishinoya + hinata lore
mommy issues lore
tanaka + kiyoko lore
bloody nose (extra chapter)
yn style guide
daily click for palestine šµšø
moodboard/description on calloused hands from @causenessus
"inner child healing, DEF vintage core, lowkey 10 things i hate about you "do you like the girl? is she worth all this trouble? either she is or she isn't" type beat in my very humble opinion. big grunge vibes. throwing rocks out your window. sneaking out of the house. the kind of couple to pack their bags and run away from home together/just leave everything behind to start a new life. definitely a kind of looks like they could kill you and would kill you (yn) and looks like they could kill you but won't (bc he's kuroo i'm in love with my girlfriend and everything i have is her's and i will only fight for her tetsuro). cigarettes after sex (sunsetz) for sure and CURRENT JOYS (honorable song mentions: kids, new flesh, my motorcycle, you broke my heart). ALSO ALSO other really specific kind of references they give me lockwood and lucy (lockwood and co.) vibes except for y/n is lockwood with her kind of i'm not living for anything vibes before kuroo comes into her life I HOPE SOMEONE GETS THIS. OR they're nico and libby "you're a fire hazard. stop apologizing for the damage and just let the fucker burn" (which i interpret as "i'm going to love you no matter what. just be yourself") nico and libby (atlas six) kind of dynamic I DON'T KNOW"
bokuto doesnāt like to stare, he knows itās considered rude and he hates the awkward air afterwards when heās caught. but he just canāt help himself from staring at the pink sheen glazed across your lips.
he should be focusing on the words coming out of your mouth and he has a little bit of shame for thinking about if your lip oil has a flavor (and how many kisses it would take for him to guess it).
but how was he supposed to know youād be this enticing while simply giving him the rundown of your work day? bokuto desperately wants to shut you up. not that heās uninterested, he just really would rather feel them move against his.
he doesnāt know what to do. heās done the triangle method four times , look into your eyes, down to your mouth, and back up to your eyes again and heās not sure if heās doing it right or if youāre just not picking up what heās putting down.cheeks heating up as heās thinking about another way to get the green light from you to make a move. and then he feels it.
bokuto almost believed he was having phantom pressure on top of his lips. yours are soft, the lip oil you use definitely works. and he feels himself melting with each movement against yours and thanking whichever deity above for you finally getting the hint.
his hands found their home holding your cheeks as yours played with the smalls hairs across his neck. and he wants to stay like this forever and wishes the deity granted you both the ability to not have to come up for air. but heās not that lucky.
strawberry is his new favorite flavor.
a/n its currently 2:40am and i havenāt written anything in two years but i was listening to kiss by dojaejung and my brain went bonkers
bokutoās son is a carbon copy of him and youāre certain others have noticed. his son takes much after him, including hair, eyes and energy. it was overwhelming and exhausting at first, having to deal with two of him while you ran on little sleep.
you didnāt realise that their similarities could actually be used to control both of them simultaneously. bokuto would be watching tv, a bowl of popcorn settled on his stomach as he slumps into the couch. his son coos at the sight of his dadās large eyes as they focus on the screen, as well as the little puffs heās eating.
so, his little hands start to grab at bokutoās beefy arms to steady himself. he stands on shaky legs but steeled drive, giggling as bokuto guides him on his stomach, removing the bowl of popcorn before doing so. the little boy slumps into the dips and curves of his dadās torso the same way bokuto is slumped into the couch.
he makes the cutest coos and squeals when heās interested in something, the same way bokuto gasps and amazes over things heās interested in. one of his sonās tiny hands grabs at the popcorn bowl and makes bokuto grin at the aimless grabbing he does until he grabs a single popcorn.
that single popcorn becomes his emotional support. the little boy stares at it sometimes, entranced by it, or squeezes it subconsciously when heās too dazed by the tv to do anything else. when bokuto cheers or reacts to the match on tv, his son squeals and throws his hands in the air, just like his dad.
and at the end of the night, you find them curled up asleep, bokuto hugging his sonās tiny body to his chest as the latter lays on his back. tiny snores emanate from both of them, creating a harmonisation of their complete reflection of each other.
Rintaro Suna believes there are absolutes in life. For example, he'll never score higher than a 75 in social studies, or that chuupets taste best on a hot day... Oh, or that you are totally and completely unavailable.
You call Kita, Shin. You always have ever since he met you. He calls you by your first name as well. He always has ever since Suna knew of your existence.
It's impossible to missāKita lives in such a methodical way. Like clockwork you show up in the gym just as practice ends. You help clean up. You make small talk with the team. You wait until Kita is done. Then you walk home together.
Suna didn't think much of you at first, just another person in his orbit. But then, during practice on a particularly hot day you showed up with popsicles and watermelon for the team. Kita scolded you for it, talking about how you spoil them. You shrugged it off, saying you have the right. The rest of the guys rushed to get their treats, Suna gave it a second, too sluggish in the heat. Something cold pressed against his temple. It was you, poking him with a pack of chuupets. You'd gone out of your way to refrigerate them. "You like these right? I saw them on sale so I got you some."
That day, something in his brain stuttered. But not that it mattered because you were taken by the captain of the volleyball team. Even if Kita is a bit of a weird hardass robot kind of guy, Suna likes him. Respects him too much to even entertain the notion of flirting with you.
"Maaaan!" Atsumu whines in the locker room. "I wanna show off my service ace." He's been complaining about you not coming to watch a practice.
Akagi rolls him eyes. "Some people actually study, y'know. Apparently Kita-san is eyein' some fancy university in Tokyo."
"Yeah, Tsumu." Osamu drawls. "Kita-senpai doesn't have volleyball brain like you. So studyin' ain't a lost cause."
Suna pauses halfway through putting on his jacket. "Kita-senpai?" The words are foreign in his tongue.
"Huh?" Gin looks at him. "Yeah. You know. Kita-senpai. They're cousins. We call 'em Kita-senpai so we don't get confused with the captain."
Suna appreciates another absolute as he throws on his shoes and sprints down the stairs to where he knows you're waiting for your cousin. The fact that he is an absolute idiot.