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i’m amazed...you write so often and post so much and your fics literally NEVER disappoint, WHERE DO YOU GET THIS GODLY ENERGY FROM‼️‼️❤️❤️❤️❤️
aha- i actually started this blog during summer break when i had a lot of free time and more opportunities to daydream/ be creative. but, as the school year started to kick off i’ve been a little too drained to write anything. hence why i’ve been lagging behind. thank you for your support though, it really means a lot. it’s actually sweet comments like this that drive me to hang on just a little bit more. <3
hey do you know any accounts similar to yours? i love your kind of fluff comfort content but dont follow many hq blogs like that. any recommendations?
initially i did have a couple of blogs in mind that have a lot of fluff and angst content, but i’ve kind of fallen out of the loop a little. but if it helps, here’s an old list of recommendations- i’ll try to make a new compilation soon.
I just wanted to say I'm absolutely in love with your writing. Several of your posts have moved me to tears and so far I've already replayed some of the moments in them in my head cuz they're just so good and comforting. I just really love them a lot! 💞💞💞
i’m so sorry for not responding, i saw your message a long time ago and it made me really happy. unfortunately, the school year has been kicking my butt and i haven’t had time to take care of this blog :c. but regardless, thank you so much for your support and kind words. it means a lot to me :)
- ➣. . . ❝ Hey bby ~ ive got a request if its alright! A scenario for making up after a fight with Oikawa please! Tysm! 🤍🤍 ❞
― 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢: @ anonie ―
- ✎ 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 ❝ oikawa, atsumu, and sakusa ❞
- [ 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐(𝚜): heavy mentions of fighting/arguing ]
- ⚘ 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎 ❝ fluff, angst ❞
❝ hi everyone, i’m not dead- c: ❞
-yoomi ♡
Reconciling with Oikawa takes time
He has a lot of pride and often refuses to admit he’s wrong
Hates apologizing first, but will begrudgingly do it if he has to
It may take time but when he does come to you, he comes to you completely raw and vulnerable
He’s someone emotional and speaks with his heart when it really matters to him
Overall, he’s stubborn and prideful, but at the end of the day he recognizes that none of it is worth losing you.
After making up he’s very clingy and wants to spend as much time with you as he can.
Expect lots of love and tears because he will cry if you cry, and even if you don’t he will still cry
.·:·.☽✧☾.·:·.
The little tap that comes from the window pane is the only thing that draws your attention at this time of night. Turning your head to look at the clear glass, you’re thoroughly surprised to see Oikawa’s face, his cheeks slightly puffed out as he struggles to hold himself up against the window sill.
You’re quick to hop up from your bed, rushing to open your window as you hurriedly wipe away the trail of tears that have stained your face for the past 2 weeks. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss him or that you weren’t happy to see him. However, while that may be so you were still mad at him.
“What are you doing here Tooru.” You huff, arms crossed over your chest as you try to uphold your stern exterior.
“I came to apologize-” He freezes, eyes squinting as he scans your appearance with nothing but the small glimmer of the moon, “Have you been crying?”
Eyes wide and mouth almost agap you frantically shake your head, “No.”
Oikawa feels his chest tighten, guilt consuming his entire being as he takes in your exhausted appearance. It’s pure instinct, but he feels himself reach out to brush your cheeks, the slight tenderness left after so many spilled tears only breaks him further.
“I’m sorry y/n… You’re sad because of me and I promised myself I’d be the reason why you smile.” He scoffs, disappointment in himself evident in the way his eyes stare into your own. Crystal like tears welling up in pools of chocolate.
Sighing you offer him the best smile you can muster, “I will always be worried about you Tooru. You push and push until you can’t take anymore and it scares me. I know volleyball is something you love, and I support you in your goals. But you have to know your limits.”
His tears finally spill, painting his cheeks in clear streaks, “I’m sorry…”He chokes out, the longing and desperation seeping into every word.
“It’s okay.” You hum pressing a kiss to his forehead, “I forgive you.”
...
“-Now that you guys are finished can you please get off my shoulders Shittyawa.”
Through grateful tears and a snotty nose Oikawa glances down at his best friend who is currently supporting said setter on his shoulders.
“Way to ruin the mood Iwa-chan you brute.”
“Shut up.”
Atsumu is childish to say the least. He has pride, and much like Oikawa he doesn’t like admitting he’s wrong
Arguments are one thing, but when Atsumu fights he fights with his whole being saying what he thinks only to feel guilty later
Him and Osamu argue and fight a lot, and when they apologize it’s always indirect or silent
He’s use to quickly sweeping things under the rug because of that
At first he kind of expects it to be the same with you, until he realizes that simply isn’t the case
Nevertheless it’s still pretty easy to make up with him because he’s not one to hold grudges. Plus he’s clingy and would probably die without constant affection
.·:·.☽✧☾.·:·.
Atsumu can’t help but wonder exactly how he had gotten into this position. Perhaps it’s his knack for being an asshole, or maybe it’s the jealousy he feels towards other guys despite the fact that he has fangirls trailing after him like lost puppies. Nevertheless, he finds himself missing your presence, craving your touch and attention.
“What do ya mean?”
“I said no Atsumu.”
He’s confused to say the least, why won’t you hold him? Are you still mad? It’s been awhile hasn’t it?
“y/n… Are ya really still mad?”
“Yes I’m still mad Atsumu, what you said really hurt me.” You can feel it bubble within you. The frustration and the hurt that has lingered, harbored in your mind for days on end, “I don’t care much for your jealousy. But it's the fact that you think our issues can just be pushed aside. You always ignore the problem, and I’m tired Tsumu… I’m tired.”
Your words set his body ablaze. Atsumu feels breathless as he hears the slight choke of your voice. He reaches out to you, uncertain in his touch as the pads of his fingers meet your uniform. His fingers grasp the fabric, desperate in the way that they curl so tightly around your shirt.
You miss him, you really do. His touch, his smile, his antics. Miya Atsumu’s presence is addicting and you find yourself craving him everyday, even more so now that you’ve spent so much time pushing him away.
“I’m real sorry y/n- I really am. I pulled a shitty ass move and I shouldn’t have treated you that way. I just-” He inhales tilting his head back to hide away the tears that build in his eyes, “I’m an ass and I know that so If you’re done with me, I’ll respect your choices...”
Fighting with Atsumu isn’t an entirely rare occurrence but you always find a way to reconcile. However, this time feels different. A blooming fear settles itself in his chest. The thought of you leaving terrifies him, but for once he lets go of his ego, his pride. If it’s what you want he’ll live with it. Just as long as you’re happy.
Sighing, you turn to look at him, “I’ve missed you Tsumu.” You hum softly as you gently place your hand on his cheek.
Atsumu leans into your touch, basking in your warmth, as he feels a rush of relief flood through his body, “I’ve missed ya too baby…”He feels like he can breathe again, his body slumping against your own in his moment of shock.
“You’re such a jerk you know?”
“Only yer jerk- I really do love ya y/n.”
“I love you too Atsumu.”
Much like Oikawa and Atsumu, apologies take time with Sakusa
Not because he refuses to admit he’s wrong, but simply because sometimes he doesn’t know nor does he realize that he’s being a bit much
It takes time for him to register that he’s being an ass, because while he can be a bit dense he’s not completely oblivious
Reconciling is a quiet, long, and slow process, neither one of you knowing how to approach the other
But nevertheless, both of you are still there quietly mending things as you go
Though it’s a frustrating process. You don’t know where either of you are standing. It’s one big mystery that lingers in the form of tension as you sleep with your backs to one another
Touches filled with longing and days of silence grow tiring. One of you has to crack before things return to how they were
.·:·.☽✧☾.·:·.
Sakusa knows he’s not the easiest person to be around, and that only makes him that much more grateful that you love him so willingly, so easily. It makes him feel full, filled to the brim with the warmth that you give him.
So at first, he doesn’t understand why you turn your back to him, why you won’t look at him, why you don’t speak to him properly. You’re there but you're not, and he admits he’s the same. It’s straining. Both of you are physically there, but it feels so empty and lonely, like falling into a void of nothing.
He misses you, more than he knows how to say. Especially now as he watches you get ready for another night of silence.
And he’s right, the room falls into a daunting quiet. The tension in the air is so thick it’s almost suffocating. His body aches to hold you close against him- the only person he feels comfortable embracing so dearly.
“Do you plan on staying so far away?” The sudden break of silence is almost startling. It leaves your body tense, even Sakusa himself is shocked.
“I don’t know Kiyoomi…” And you really don’t. Granted even if you are upset with him you can’t bring yourself to resent him, you know you would be lying to yourself if you said you did. However, at the same time you don’t know if you could let yourself cave so easily.
Sakusa acts faster than he can think, shifting to face your back. Hesitantly, he reaches for you. Fingers delicately brushing against the fabric of your shirt, “I’m sorry.”
It’s overwhelming, all the emotions that flood through your very being. Your body begins to shake as you’re racked with tears, quickly turning to bury yourself in his much needed embrace, “I’m sorry too Omi.” You sob, soaking his shirt much to his distaste- though he can’t bring himself to comment.
And you stay like that for the rest of the night. Basking in the warmth of one another. Holding on so tightly as if to make up for lost time.
He wonders how he was lucky enough to find someone like you.
- ➣. . . ❝ hey i was wondering if you could do a kenma kuroo and bokuto (separately and if u do that many😂) where they try to ask their crush out but since the crush had been bullied in middle school, she thinks it’s a prank and kinda gets upset? thank u sm! ❞
― 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢: @ anonie ―
- ✎ 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 ❝ kenma, kuroo, and bokuto ❞
- [ 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐(𝚜): there aren’t any explicit mentions of the bullying, however there are references to insecurities ]
- ⚘ 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎 ❝ fluff, angst if you squint ❞
❝ sorry for the long wait anonnie, but hopefully this is to your liking <3 ❞
-yoomi ♡
The experience as a whole is new to Kenma. He had never taken interest in people before, always wary but never seeking.
He didn’t understand the clench of his heart, or the flush of his cheeks. He doesn’t know why you make his heart thunder in his chest, beating so quickly he fears it might pop out.
He doesn’t get it, so he ignores it, let it be the way it is because thinking about it too much gives him a headache, it fills him with anxiety.
On the other hand, Kuroo, he notices, sees the lingering glances from his friend and the gentle pink that dusts the apples of Kenma’s cheeks. He’s probably more excited about the whole ordeal than Kenma himself is, and he definitely can’t help that he feels he has to meddle a little, because at this point he fears Kenma will let the opportunity slip. Especially now as he inwardly cringes at Kenma's lack of motivation, despite the obvious (to him at least) longing in Kenma’s eyes.
“Kenma-”
“No.”
“You didn’t even know what I was going to say.”
“I don’t have to… I already know it’s going to be a bad idea.”
“Ouch, I was just going to say that you should tell y/n about your little crush, ya know before someone beats you to it.”
“I do not have a crush.”
“You do.”
“Do not.”
“Do too~”
“Whatever…”
“So you do!”
“... No.”
As the day draws to a close, Kuroo somehow manages to recruit Lev into his little devious scheme. The poor tall unsuspecting kitten is oblivious to the dangerous glint in Kuroo’s eyes. Even now, as the two peer around the corner of the entryway, eyes locked onto the pudding haired boy they call their fiend.
Their attention quickly snaps to you as you enter the scene, walking at a mild pace as you go to meet the unsuspecting Kenma, who stiffens at your sudden appearance, shoulders visibly tensing.
You were never close to Kenma, you were in the same grade and shared some classes, but the interactions remained limited, only ever resulting in conversations regarding schoolwork, or the occasional greeting.
Even so, you had found yourself engrossed by the boy who spoke so little some didn’t think he had a voice. He was in a way enchanting, to you at least. And perhaps you had grown a little too fond of him, admiring from afar, but keeping distance out of fear.
So it truly did surprise you when you received that little piece of paper, words written just a tad bit messy, and the words nothing short of sweet and endearing. The piece signed with a simple “from Kenma”
“Kozume-san I received your letter, it was very sweet.”
“...Letter?”
“Your love letter…?”
“Why would I send you a love letter?”
Kenma knows, as soon as your brows pinch, frown etched into your features he had messed up. He didn’t mean to sound harsh but your sudden appearance, and the mention of a love letter from him nonetheless startled him beyond belief. He liked you of course, but he needed time to ease into it, and this sudden crash of feelings and uncertainty filled his entire being with anxiety.
“I see… I’m sorry to have bothered you Kozume-san. Forgive me, I should have known better.”
He doesn’t miss the little scoff that falls from your lips, or the way that tears threaten to spill from those eyes that he’s grown to love so much.
“Have a nice day.”
“-Wait l/n-san.”
Kenma is surprised he can even hear his own voice, especially as his heart beats faster than it ever has before. He must’ve been a little loud, he concludes judging by your surprised expression.
“I...Eh…”
“Kozume-san?”
“I do like you… I just didn’t send that letter.”
An eruption of feelings explode within you like fireworks lighting up the night sky. You feel your breathing suddenly stop as your lungs suddenly find themselves unable to function properly as your brain malfunctions. He likes you back.
“l/n-san?-”
“I like you too!”
The sudden outburst leaves behind an awkward silence, both faces flushed hands sweating as you stare at one another unsure and panicked.
“Just y/n.”
“What?”
“Please just call me y/n.”
“Then please call me Kenma.”
And as you gently grasp onto his hand, the two of you become too distracted to notice the grinning cats just around the corner.
“KISS ALREADY!”
“Oh my god…”
Kuroo Tetsurou is nothing short of honest, he knows this, and deep down it’s something he prides himself in. However his current predicament is churning the little devious gears in his head.
Something as simple as an ex-girlfriend who can’t seem to take a hint has been driving him up the wall, and he is more than tired- he is downright exhausted.
For weeks on end it seems as if she’s around every corner, lurking, waiting, watching. Just to pounce on him, begging to get back together. And being the honest man he is, he tells her the same thing over and over.
“I’m sorry, I’m not interested.”
And today she seemed to be especially present, tailing after him when she could and bothering him to the point where he felt like he might explode.
Don’t get him wrong, he still cared for her to an extent, she was a friend before she was someone he had romantic feelings for and he didn’t want to burn that bridge between them. But still, things were getting out of hand and maybe a little push would stir her away.
Peeking around the corner he makes a break for it, however, despite his best attempts at hiding it seems that his height and unmistakable rooster bed head places him at a disadvantage.
“Tetsu-kun!”
Quick, he thinks as his eyes dart around the hall, landing on face after face until he recognizes someone he knows.
Dodging bodies and receiving dirty glares from students who were nearly trampled, he swiftly makes his way over to you.
You had known Kuroo Tetsurou since your first year of highschool, the two of you were friends, and you often hung out with him and the other third years on the Nekoma volleyball team, but your platonic feelings for him soon grew into something much more.
He was sweet after all, a genuine person with good intentions even if his face and his naughty grin said otherwise.
You were never sure if your feelings would be returned so you kept quiet, admiring from a distance as he held the hand of another girl, because you didn’t feel like he would spare you a glance in terms of romance.
But as he comes barreling towards you, his frame pinning you to the wall, face much too close to be played off as anything but romantic, you hope that maybe, just maybe there might be something there that isn’t platonic, that isn’t him looking at you as if you were just a friend.
“Tetsurou-”
“Shh…”
Flustered and embarrassed you stay quiet hiding your face away from the prying eyes of students who are curious at the scene playing out before them.
Much to your dismay and relief, the moment lasts for only a mere fraction of a minute, and Kuroo releases you with a sigh.
“Thanks for playing along y/n.”
Your hopes are immediately crushed, but at the same time you chide yourself because you should know better. Someone like Kuroo Tetsurou would never admire you the way you admired him.
“It’s… No problem.”
And you don’t mean for your voice to waver, or for your hands to tremble as you become flustered beyond belief for thinking otherwise.
“If you don’t mind I need to go.”
You speak hurriedly because you fear that he’ll see the way your eyes water, or hear the way your voice wavers.
“Wait y/n!”
Despite the call of your name you don’t stop, you can’t stop, you can’t let him see you like this because he’ll see right through you with those perceptive eyes.
It’s only the gentle grip of a hand around your wrist that brings you to a halt, hazel eyes peering down at you as you struggle to gently tug away from his hold on you.
“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable”
“It’s okay Tetsurou, really.”
“No, I clearly upset you and what I did wasn’t cool…”
“That’s not why I’m upset.”
You huff, the tears you tried so hard to hold in spilling down your cheeks and landing on the linoleum flooring in small puddles. You inhale shakily eyes closing for a moment to recoup, you decide that it might as well be now than never.
“I just- really like you. And I don’t know, I felt I had a chance a second ago. It was silly of me to think that. It’s okay if you don’t return my feelings- or heck if you don’t want to be friends anymore I get it.”
Kuroo is shocked, eyes wide and mouth almost agap. He’s almost speechless, after months of pinning he thought it was obvious.
“You’re so dense you know that?”
“.....What?”
“I like you too. I thought I was making that obvious.”
His obnoxious laughter that you’ve grown to love fills the now empty halls.
“How about I take you on a proper date, this weekend?”
“I’d like that.”
If there was one way you’d describe Bokuto Koutarou it would be sunshine. Sure he had a knack for falling into his so-called “emo mode” but even then he seemed to pick himself up just as quick as he’d let himself fall.
It was something you admire most about him, his endless bounds of energy that seemed to radiate from his dazzling being. Bokuto Koutarou is nothing short of a ray of sunshine.
On the other hand another word you’d use to describe him would be dense.
Could he really not tell your interest in him? Or was it that he chose to ignore it? Did he purposefully disregard your lingering glances, your shy touches, or you softening eyes? He had no obligation to return your feelings, you understood that. But that factor didn’t ease the continuous chipping curiosity had at your mind.
Even now, as Bokuto comes bounding up to you, frame as broad as always and grin stretched wider than the sea.
“y/n~”
He calls before completely engulfing you with his whole body weight sending both of you tumbling to the ground.
“Koutarou you can’t just do that.”
Your whines of disapproval trail through one ear and out the other as his bubbling laughter sounds throughout the gym.
“I’m sorry y/n I’m just so happy to see you.”
You can feel your cheeks heat up, your palms becoming sweaty at his sudden declaration. You knew Bokuto was always open with his affections, always one to be friendly to anyone and everyone, but the thought of him being happy to see you seemed to set your heart aflutter.
Nevertheless you try to brush those feelings aside, gently ruffling the hair atop his head, something that had quickly become a norm after he expressed his fondness of the action.
“I’m happy to see you too Kou.”
“Let me just grab my stuff and we can get going.”
He chimes happily as he releases you from his hold, bounding off to the locker room to retrieve his belongings. His broad shoulders face you, and it’s then that he doesn’t see the look of yearning in your eyes.
“You should tell him how you feel.”
A voice suddenly states, startling you from your trance, Their words registering in your head quickly, sending a flare to your face.
“I don’t know what you mean Akaashi.”
You stutter out, though Akaashi doesn’t seem to be the least bit convinced. His emerald eyes hold clear skepticism as he quirks a brow at you.
“l/n-san, you’d have to be blind not to see your clear infatuation with him. But if you’re not up to it I won’t intervene. It’s not my place.”
His damage is swift and powerful, leaving you in a state of bewilderment despite him leaving just as quickly as he arrived. Akaashi Keiji could be scary…
“ y/n, is something the matter?”
“Ah-Kou. No, just some stuff of my mind I guess…”
“Kay… But I hope you know I’m always going to be here, so you can tell me anything you want.”
And for what seemed like the millionth time that day, your heart began beating rapidly, pounding in your chest to the point where through the duration of the entire walk home you couldn’t hear anything but the constant thumping in your ears despite Bokuto’s ramblings. Akaashi’s words playing in your mind like a broken record “You should tell him how you feel”
“Koutarou I like you.”
For the first time silence falls between both of you and you fear you may have ruined one of the best friendships you’ve ever had.
“As in like like?”
“I mean… What other like is there…?”
His laughter feels the air, and suddenly you feel the world around you crashing down.
“I like you too. I thought I was making it obvious.”
Your head whips around to meet his gaze, golden eyes emitting pure happiness.
“What?”
“I like you too y/n… I guess we’re both a little dense huh?”
hey i was wondering if you could do a kenma kuroo and bokuto (separately and if u do that many😂) where they try to ask their crush out but since the crush had been bullied in middle school, she thinks it’s a prank and kinda gets upset? thank u sm!
Leo, did you really design a whole encyclopaedia just to put Tsukishima Kei in it? Yes. Bean pole deserves this. Also, this is the only way short-ies like me can establish dominance hhhh. HMU if any of you find yourselves unfortunate enough to be making a textbook,, and don’t tell my lecturer I forgot my weight units!
a/n: i’m sorry for starving you guys- school has just been so hectic, and while I can’t promise that there will be an update everyday, or maybe even more than twice a week, i will say that i am trying to make more of an effort to get something out as often as possible.
[ 1:49pm ]
“I told you not to do it”
“But-”
“Tetsu…”
Kuroo sighs, cheeks flushed pink as he averts his gaze away from your disapproving one. He can feel your fingers working diligently. Your soft pads running over the skin of his hands, bringing about a wave of comfort despite the slight stinging sensation.
“Remind me again what happened exactly?” You hum, eyes trailed on his hand and the varying scratches that mar it.
“Bokuto and I were playing tag and I fell in a rose bush,” Kuroo grumbles, lips turning downward into a pout. He looked quite cute honestly, but you wouldn’t tell him that- especially after poor decisions such as this.
Giggling you continue treating his hand. There were only minor injuries, but it was better safe than sorry, “And what did I tell you about playing tag with Bokuto?”
“That if we’re going to play, play away from the rose bushes…”
“Exactly. Now you see what happens?” You grin, bringing his bandaged hand up to view, “Gosh, sometimes you act more like a child than children do.”
Groaning Kuroo covers his face with his free hand, “Don’t remind me.”
Shaking your head, a smile still present you huff, “Want me to kiss it better?”
“-What?” His attention is suddenly drawn to you. Cheeks flaring once more at the sight of your mischievous smirk.
“Do you want me to kiss it better?” You repeat.
He’s shocked, eyes wide and mouth almost agape- he knew he was childish, but surely this was a bit too far? Nevertheless, the offer is more than tempting, and Kuroo quickly finds that he more than likes the idea, “Sure? I mean if you can’t resist me that much then who am I to refuse your offer?”
Rolling your eyes you gently smack his thigh, “Shut up you dork…” You mumble, but even so, you bring his hand up to your lips, pressing gentle butterfly-like kisses against each wound.
He holds back a hiss, catching his lip between his teeth. It stings, but he can’t bring himself to stop you.
“Have you learned your lesson?”
“Yeah... But if you kiss my wounds every time I get hurt-”
