[wellitseugi]

It's not just about living forever, Jackie. The trick is living with yourself forever.

. . . "Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End"

Eugi, 18, 01/01, ukrainian, ua/eng, she/her, infj.

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[wellitseugi]

Guys, ONE MORE WEEK and the semester is over. I promise to answer all of you as soon as everything's over and to start writing again 🥹

[purplewormy]

WILDFLOWER ✶ — sugawara koushi

INTRODUCING the etsy witches

✩ FACTS

· y/n is a florist here. and her daughters name is rue!

· oikawa is basically the long distance friend who's coming to japan after three years.

· rue is five years old.

· slight iwaoi and kagehina will be mentioned.

· oikawa and tendou were basically y/n’s friend but they didn’t know each other and y/n was tired of yapping to them about the same stuff separately so she just decided to make a gc with them, and somehow they all got along.

· oikawa introduced shoyo to the group and they all loved him.

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[wellitseugi]

Me, when it's my friends joke-bullying ME and not me joke-bullying THEM:

[akaashiit]

lover girl

𝒕sukishima 𝒌ei x fem!reader

𝒃lurb ﹕ based on laufey's lover girl ! ╱ 𝒘𝒄 # 1.2k

— 𝒂uthor's 𝒏ote ﹕ someone didn't get tsukishima on my laufey x haikyu event.. so they get this @wellitseugi this one's for you <3 yn likes to talk to herself

requested ☆

tokyo stretches endlessly outside the window, and for a second you press your palm to the glass to steady yourself. everything feels too big. the buildings, the city, the amount of time you're stuck here.

"twenty seven days," you mutter under your breath.

you aren't supposed to miss him like this – you lean your forehead against the cool glass and groan softly. this is ridiculous.

because the problem's not the distance it's what lies in between**. the problem is that your brain will not shut up about tsukishima kei.

if you try to work, suddenly you're thinking about the way he tilts his head when he's unimpressed. you try to sleep, and you remember the quiet way he says your name. even now, staring at the skyline, your thoughts spiral back to him just like they always do.

"you've actually ruined me," you mumble, cheek smushed against the glass. before, you would've laughed at someone acting like this. you used to be the one rolling your eyes when your friends got dramatic about crushes. lovestruck girls waiting by their phones, sighing over texts, daydreaming during conversations – you'd tease them endlessly.

and now here you are. fate is a cruel, twisted thing.

somehow tsukishima – annoying, sarcastic, attractive too tall tsukishima – has managed to turn you into exactly that.

your phone buzzes on the table behind you, and you spin around so fast you almost trip over. then you stop. it's just a group chat notification.

your shoulders sag. "wow," you say flatly to the empty room. "that was embarrassing."

see, you're even talking to yourself–

you flop onto the couch and stare at the ceiling.

you imagine tsukishima sitting across from you like he did at the cafe last month, long legs stretched under the table as they play footsies with yours.

"stop looking at me." he'd said without even looking up from his drink.

"i'm not–"

"you are."

"maybe you're just very stare-able."

he'd given you that unimpressed look. "you're weird."

and somehow you'd felt proud about it.

you bury your face in the couch cushion with a loud groan – now the memories won't stop coming.

tsukishima leaning down slightly so he could hear you over the crowd. tsukishima adjusting his glasses while explaining something you weren't really listening to. tsukishima smirking when you tried to argue with him and failed. tsukishima–

you roll onto your back and grab your notebook from the table.

it started as more of a joke three days ago — writing down your thoughts so they'd stop bouncing around your head. technically, the book was for writing down lyric ideas, but..

it did not work.

if anything, now you just have pages full of tsukishima related rambling.

you flip it open. there's a half written paragraph where you tried to analyse why he makes you so nervous. another page is just a list of moments you like about him, which you absolutely didn't mean to write. you stare at it.

"wow," you mutter slowly. "the independent woman in me would be disgusted."

because you're normally not the type to spiral over someone. but apparently that version of you has vanished, like poof.

you close the notebook and grab your phone again. no new messages.

you stare at his contact for a second, then you toss the phone onto the couch beside you like it personally offended you.

"get it together," you tell yourself. you stand up and start pacing the room. "it's just tskishima, out of all people."

you sigh and flop back onto the couch.

—

hours later you're standing backstage at the venue, fiddling with the sleeve of your outfit. your phone is in your hand, and you inevitably check it again. still nothing.

you lean against the wall and close your eyes, your brain doing its usual trick.

you imagine tsukishima showing up out of nowhere, tall and unimpressed like always. you look stressed, he'd say. you're the reason, you'd reply. i doubt that.

groaning, you rub your face in exasperation. now you're hallucinating him too. great.

a stagehand passes by. "two minutes!"

"thanks," you murmur offhandedly, and check your phone one last time. then you shove the phone deep into your bag, where you (hopefully) won't think about it again, and step toward the entrance.

"–are you always this dramatic?"

you freeze mid step. that voice.

slowly, you turn around.

and surprise surprise.. tsukishima kei is standing a few metres away, hands in his pockets, glasses askew and catching the light. in the flesh, standing tall and looking mildly amused. for a moment you just stare at him in disbelief.

"i need more sleep," you mutter, and he raises an eyebrow. "are you hallucinating again?" he asks, and you blink. "wait." you take a cautious step toward him. "you're real?"

tsukishima sighs like this conversation is already exhausting him. "yes."

"as in.. you're actually here?"

tsukishima sighs again. "that's what being real implies, yes."

you stare at him for another second, then grab his sleeve. "okay, good," you say quickly. "er– just checking."

he looks down at your hand, still on his sleeve, then back at your face. "you waited by your phone, didn't you."

your eyes widen. how did he know?

"it's you. obvious."

wait, did i say that out loud?

"and that too." the corner of his mouth lifts.

you cross your arms, trying to recover your dignity. "you're very annoying, you know that?"

"and yet," he says calmly, that tsukishima smirk still on his handsome face, "you seem happy to see me."

you open your mouth to argue, but nothing comes out, clearly, you have nothing to argue. tsukishima watches you, apparently entertained. "quite the reaction," he snickers.

you shake your head, half laughing, half mortified. "yeah," you admit. "you've done something terrible to me."

"what's that?"

you gesture vaguely at yourself. "you know! this whole.. situation."

tsukishima tilts his head. "hm.. no, i don't follow." oh, yes he fucking does.

sighing, you say, "you've basically taken over my entire brain."

tsukishima blinks, then he chuckles softly. and somehow, that makes everything worse.

you point at him. "see? exactly that."

"exactly what?"

"being a lover girl is the worst."

he studies you for a moment, and very casually, he reaches over and flicks your forehead. "you'll survive."

you rub your forehead, glaring at him. "i hate that you're right."

"of course i'm right. i'm your boyfriend."

grinning softly, you step closer to him, then pause, tilting your head.

"you're here," you repeat, the reality finally sinking in. "but.. why?"

tsukishima looks away, his hand going to the back of his neck, his tell tale sign that he's nervous. "because twenty seven days is a long time, y/n. even for me."

the admission hangs in the air, heavier and sweeter than any lyric you've written in that notebook.

he looks back at you, cheeks reddening but expression still trying to remain adamant. "i didn't come all this way to watch you stand backstage and stare at me. go do your job so we can leave." tsukishima pauses, then adds in a low voice, "i missed you, too. obviously."

**epic reference anyone..

okay so i hate the ending idk why i made reader an artist but it just kinda popped into my head 😭😭 anyway hopefully that wasn't too bad, i've been lacking motivation lately but i promise next few updates will be better 🫶🫶

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[wellitseugi]

NO THAT'S LIKE LITERALLY ME

[wowbyselene]

Cool card trick or just sly?

kei tsukishima x reader

summary ☞ Kei Tsukishima is roped into a meetup with his high school teammates, and a cool card trick seems enough to rizz him up.

wordcount ☞ 1.5k+

warnings ☞ fluff, timeskip au, bad description of a card trick, not implied kagehina but feel free to pair them together, illit’s iroha and twice’s sana cameo

mene's notes ☞ previously posted on @/selenewowww. this was requested by @/wellitseugi, but i unfortunately don't have the ask anymore! tobibobio honourable mention

dividers by ☞ @cursed-carmine and @cafekitsune

Never, ever underestimate a girl’s stubbornness and determination.

Kei Tsukishima, a college boy studying art, had found himself without any other possibility than to meet up with his high school friends. “Friends”. He barely liked them. Just played on the same volleyball team back in school, and sometimes studied together. Only when he was forced by the captain, Daichi, to give some mercy to two souls without hope and spare them only a small portion of his time to tutor them. As he expected, they were indeed hopeless, and he wasted too much time on them idiots for his liking. Their ugly faces scrunched in intimidation before him was slightly worth it, though.

In all the places they could have chosen, the one those crackheads picked out was truly something that made Tsukishima want to throw up. Completely yellow, including tables and chairs, and covered from the floor to the ceiling with plastic plants and ivies. Horrible.

What was even unpleasant was seeing Shoyo’s bright orange head snapping to him and lightning up like a kid on Christmas, all the way from the tables in the back. He considered turning on his heels and ditching them, choosing a day of studying over silliness and annoyances. But the damage was already done.

Hinata was flailing his arms around over his head, looking like a video game character when you set it on fire. “Tsukishima! Heeeeey! We're here! Shoyo and Kageyama! Heeeeey!”, he called him over in a loud voice, alerting whoever hadn't noticed yet that Kei had arrived.

Internally, Tsukishima was damning everyone and everything for making Hinata so loud. On the outside, he only pulled an irritated face and dragged his feet to their bright yellow table.

“Tsukishima!”, grinned Hinata. “You're here! What took you so long, eh?”

He decided to completely ignore that question and took a seat across from him. Beside the human tangerine, was idiot #2, the human blueberry. Tobio greeted him with a flat ‘hi’ and a brief wave of his hand, a stark difference from the overly enthusiastic boy sitting on his right.

“This place is puke–inducing”, he commented, inspecting the café with a frown.

“Hinata chose it”, was quick to say Kageyama.

“I find it very cute, okay?!”

“Your taste is debatable”

“Your taste is debatable!”, fired back Shoyo. “And–!”

“–Sorry, can I show you guys a magic trick?”, interrupted a female voice from behind them.

As if in a movie, they turned their heads to the voice in slow mo, coming face to face with a grinning girl holding a deck of cards close to her chest.

“Um, who are yo–”, raised his eyebrows Kageyama, before Hinata talked over him, slapping his hands on the plastic of the table, nodding enthusiastically. “–Oh, yes please!”

Kageyama shot him a glare, which resulted in an elbow in the ribs. That led to Kageyama almost choking Hinata and the older boy trying to choke him back.

“Boke, Hinata boke!”

“Bakageyama!”

*Still a bunch of kids*, sighed internally Tsukishima, while the girl turned to him after staring at the two fighting guys with a mix of what could have been concern and confusion.

“Uh… Do you? Wanna see one?”, she asked him, holding up the deck with a small grin.

He shrugged and leaned back. “Yeah, whatever”

She grinned and immediately went to fetch a chair, and when she was seated, she started.

“So, I'm gonna do a simple trick, yeah handsome?", she winked and shuffled the deck. “You're gonna choose eleven cards from this deck, and I'm gonna guess them. Real simple right?”

He nodded, unfazed by the flirty comment and watched closely as she shuffled the cards, eyeing her every move. Even Hinata and Kageyama put a temporary truce to observe.

“Great”, she smiled and placed the fanned deck on the table. “Choose your cards, and look at them. You gotta remember them, yeah?”

Tsukishima leaned forward, and studied the deck laid out in front of him. “Why eleven?”, he asked as he picked them out from the deck laid out in front of him.

“You'll see later”, she waved him off.

“Show me! Show me!”, begged Hinata, looking over the blond’s shoulders. “Hinata, don't be a kid!”, scolded with a snark Kageyama.

“Leave me be, Tobibobio!”

“What did you call me?!–”

“Gosh, you two are childish”, grumbled Kei, having finished picking out the cards. “I got them”

She smiled and grabbed them, adding them to the deck. “Alright! Now I'm gonna shuffle them again… Then, with your help, I'm gonna make eleven small decks. You cut them”, she explained thoroughly, sneaking some glances at him. When she was done, she passed him the deck. “Okay, now you make the decks”, she instructed.

With his eyebrows furrowed, he took the cards from her. One by one, eleven decks were carefully created on the yellow table. In some, he added a few more cards, and in some he took them away, all in an attempt to confuse her and therefore ruin her magic trick. But when he, too, sneaked a few glances at the girl beside him over his glasses, she was smiling. Calm, almost confident. And pretty. A group of girls giggling and whispering a few tables away.

“–Well, then! Since you praise yourself oh so much on your silly little card tricks”, announced exasperated one of her friends, Iroha. “I challenge you to bag yourself a date with one of the guys here using only your tricks!”

“Yeah! Bet they'll all burst out laughing the moment you start!”, teased Sana.

She rolled her eyes at her friends, scoffing. “First of all, you two should be supportive of my interests. And secondly, I'm not doing it if I won't get something from it”

“But if you succeed–”

“–If you succeed”*, butted in Sana with a teasing smirk, making her roll her eyes again.

“Yes. If you manage to succeed, you'll get a date!”, reminded her Iroha. “Isn't that what you wanted? You've been complaining about being single for too long!”

“And I'm sick of it!”, whined Sana on her left.

She groaned at their antics. “Alright! Fine! I'll do it. Happy?”

“Not yet. I wanna see you get rejected. Or fail your trick”, piped up her friend on her left.

“Geez, you're always so sweet, Sa”

“Done”, said Tsukishima, looking at her expectantly. Eleven, even groups were formed in front of them.

“Okay!”, she clapped her hands once. “Listen carefully: The first card on each group, is one of your cards”

“That's impossible, but sure go on”, stated Tsukishima with his arms crossed on his chest, trying to look bored despite his attentive eyes betraying him.

“I'm gonna color you shocked, blondie”, she smirked. And one by one, she revealed each first cart. Three of Spades, four of Hearts, nine of Diamonds, five of Hearts, eight of Clubs, two of Spades, seven of Clubs, six of Diamonds, ace of Hearts, ace of Spades, four of Diamonds.

And as she turned the cards upside down, one by one, he widened his eyes. She was grinning smugly now, watching in pure amusement as he realised he's wrong.

“Impossible”, he scoffed under his breath, adjusting his glasses up his nose.

Her eyes sparkled mischievously. “Are these your cards, handsome?”

He abruptly leaned back on the chair, frowning and glaring at the turned cards on the yellow table. Each seemed to laugh at Tsukishima, making fun of his earlier denial.

“She got you, Kei!”, exclaimed Hinata laughing at him, even Tobio shamelessly smirking.

“Shut up, you idiots”, he grumbled without taking his eyes off the cards, probably glaring a hole through them.

Kageyama turns to her, blinking a few times. “But why eleven cards?”

At the question she snorted, hand flying to stifle her laughter, in vain. Her snorts could be heard all the way from the back of the café. And at that, Tsukishima shifted his glare on her. Though, it softened noticeably when his eyes fell upon her. If she was pretty before, now she’s gorgeous.

“What are you laughing at, eh?”, he mumbled, still burning from the humiliation.

She only started laughing louder, her hand doing little to stifle the sound. “Sorry–”, she wheezed, eyes crinkling and crying.

“Quit it”, he furrowed his eyebrows. He was trying so hard to stay mad, but she was making it extremely difficult. And he couldn't even stop a pink hue to cover the apple of his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

Eventually her laughter died down, and still holding her chest, she grinned and leaned over to Kei. “That's my number”, she nodded to the cards. “Take me on a date? I'm free Wednesday. Text me the time and place”

And with that, she stood up and left to her friends’ table. Behind her, she left an open–mouthed Hinata, gripping the edges of the table to contain his surprise, a wide–eyed Kageyama, staring at her and Tsukishima incredulously and most importantly a speechless, pink–faced Kei.

“Awwww, Tsukki!”, squealed Shoyo.

“Don't even try, Hinata”, he grumbled and picked up the cards, sliding them in his jeans pockets, averting his eyes to look outside instead.

Pretty, funny and sly.

Yeah, he's gonna text her.

. haikyuu ₊ ݁. @wellitseugi, @toorubae, @akaashiit, @starletstarx, @tc-selmarillian (lmk if you don't wanna be tagged!!!)

[wellitseugi]

Guys, I promise, I write my Ushijims fic. It’s just LONG. I didn’t expect to be so into it, I’d gotten carried away lmao

[oikyawa]

O QUE EU QUERO É SAMBAE

kei tsukishima x reader

SYNOPSIS kei wants you with him even when he’s in brazil, so naturally he makes sure you catch the next flight out.

apart of my 𝒪𝒞𝐸𝒜𝒩 𝐵𝐿𝒰𝐸𝒮 & 𝒴𝒪𝒰 𓇼event

tsukishima left for brazil two days ago, along with his former highschool teammates hinata and kageyama.

they’d been planning the trip for a few weeks prior, what places to visit, where they’d stay, and all that stuff.

and being the most thoughtful girlfriend ever, you helped them with all of it. the two that aren’t tsukishima knowing very little about itineraries and how to book flights.

even if you aren’t coming along, tsukishima was brooding with irritation at how clueless they were with everything. so it couldn’t hurt to help.

anyhow, everything went smoothly, no issues with their flight or their hotel booking, thankfully.

it’s a twelve hour time difference with japan, so when you’ve just woken up, he’s already sitting somewhere for dinner.

there’s around a three hour window when you’re both awake, and the time isn’t too weird. so those are the hours you two text or call.

but he’s not always available, since he gets dragged everywhere by a certain ginger, causing him to nearly drop his phone out of his hands everytime.

it’s seven in the morning for you, which is earlier than you typically wake up, but whatever.

that means it’s the evening for him, probably getting ready to go out for dinner.

y/n: hi kei!

kei <3: hi, it’s early. why are you up at this hour

y/n: it’s 7 am, pretty normal time to wake up

kei <3: not for you, you’re always up later

y/n: so? first thing i do when i wake up is text you, and you give me this treatment 🫩

y/n: anyhow, how’s everything with you ☺️

kei <3: fine, we’re going out for dinner in a few

y/n: a dinner date without me huh, i see how it is

kei <3: it’s not a date

you leave him on delivered after that, ignoring the flood of messages that he’s sending you, choosing to get ready for your day.

he knows you’re joking when you sent that, but something in him takes it seriously.

you joining them wouldn’t be a bad idea at all, you’re pretty well acquainted with hinata and kageyama, so how about you also come?

he misses you, alot. not that he’ll flat out tell you, or even admit it to yourself, but he misses your presence.

even if it’s only been two days without you, he misses being able to reach for you in his sleep, he misses the pecks you’d give him on his face out of the blue, even if he claims he hates them.

he wants to walk hand in hand with you through the lively streets of rio, he wants to scurry through the markets for fresh fruit with you, he wants to take pictures of you when you’re not looking, and set them as his wallpaper.

and that’s why he’s buying you a plane ticket right this moment, for a flight that leaves tonight.

he’s calling you immediately to let you know, but it’s not like you have a choice anyway.

you’re in the middle of sipping your coffee, when your phone starts to ring.

you jolt, nearly spilling the coffee all over your lap, but you steady yourself the last second.

‘kei?’ ‘i bought you a plane ticket for tonight, i’ll send it to you.’ you nearly spit out your coffee, but you swallow it and half choke on it instead.

‘you what?!’ you practically yell at him, and he physically pulls away from his phone at the loud voice coming out of the device.

‘don’t overpack, i’ll transfer money for your train ticket.’ before you can ask again, what the hell he’s done, he hangs up on you. leaving you with too many unanswered questions.

then, you get a message with all the details.

the flight leaves at ten p.m, which means you should arrive at the airport around eight, and you’ll have to be at the train station at around three. which gives you enough time to prepare everything but your mental state.

it’s insanely spontaneous, not thinking you’d be catching a flight at the end of the day, but hey, that’s how life goes sometimes.

you’ll give him an earful about it when you’re actually there with him, but you don’t have any complaints about going to brazil, i mean who wouldn’t want to go there.

it’s sunshine, sea breeze, cheap bikini’s and everything else.

and to experience that all with your boyfriend, is just a dream in itself, except it’s become reality now.

it would’ve been even perfecter if there weren’t two additional.. guys, there. but you can’t have everything now can you.

but now, it’s time to stress yourself out to the maximum with packing.

packing your suitcase has never been, and never will be an easy task.

you have too many cute clothes to wear, and too little opportunity to wear them all.

there’s no one you could ask for advice, since all your friends are either working or at school, and kei really isn’t someone you should ask for fashion advice, not because it sucks, because he won’t indulge anyways.

which is also why you never bring him shopping, which also means he has no clue what outfits you have up your sleeve.

and boy do you have a few.

tops with an open back, even one dress with an open back, low cut tops that almost show too much, but not quite, and so many other clothes that’d make him short circuit.

you start packing the other things you need, your toothbrush, a few makeup products, skincare, travelsize shampoo and conditioner, basically all the necessities.

you hope your suitcase won’t go over the weight limit, since that has happened a few unfortunate times. but you can still carry it without breaking too much of a sweat, so you’re good.

it’s now twelve p.m, which gives you two and a half more hours before you have to leave for the train station, and yes, packing did take you several hours.

you still have to, pack your carry on, get dressed since you’re still in your pajamas, and pack snacks for the flight, cause airplane food is not always the best.

and that’s exactly what you do in two hours, still having thirty minutes to spare before you have to leave.

so you tidy your place a little bit, closing all the windows, closing all the doors and making sure you haven’t forgotten anything, and off you go.

carry on bag slung over your shoulder, already anticipating the soreness there, and your suitcase that definitely won’t go over the weightlimit in your other hand, rolling it over the pavement and cringing at the loud noise.

at the station you get your ticket to narita airport, and then start your long journey to your boyfriend.

it’s quite the journey, you’ll be sitting in a plane for a whopping twenty six hours total, having to catch two flights, since there isn’t directly a way to go from narita airport to rio de janeiro.

you’ll have to make do with it. you’ve downloaded a few movies you can watch on the flight, even brought a book with you, and you can always sleep. time’ll fly by like that.

and time does fly by just like that, because before you know it, you’ve landed in the warm and sunny rio. four p.m local time, the next day.

a wave of warm air hits you as soon as you step out of the plane, finally being able to stretch your legs after sitting down for so long, your muscles crying out for help for how much they ache.

but god, you are so relieved to have finally arrived. and over the top excited to see tsukishima again, even if it’s only been three days since you saw him last.

and the long haul flight has made you even more tsukishima deprived, all you want to do is throw yourself in his embrace and never move an inch again.

you send him a text as soon as you’ve arrived at the baggage claim, and he texts you right back, telling you he’s waiting near the exit of the airport.

you get your suitcase from the designated carousel, and make a beeline for the exit, trying your best not to bump into anyone on your way there, since the airport is packed.

and through the crowd, you find one specific blonde sticking out.

and the blonde also notices you through the mount of people, his face brightening up the tiniest bit when he sees you.

you make your way through the crowd relatively fast, nearly tripping a child on the way.

tsukishima’s arms are already open as you jump in his embrace, nuzzling your face in his chest, suitcase left a little behind you.

you exhale loudly, melting in his warm embrace. ‘i’m here,’ you sigh, your knees nearly buckling under you from sheer exhaustion.

he hums, code for i missed you, and i’m glad you’re here with me again. well not really, that’s what you made up on the spot.

‘kei? i missed you y’know.’ you murmur, looking up at him with exhausted eyes, you’re one second away from falling asleep on the spot.

‘i missed you too, now let’s go. they’re waiting for us.’ you nod, and hesitantly pull away from his embrace, your hand back on your suitcase handle.

before you can so much as even blink, he’s got your bag slung over his shoulder like it weighs nothing. holding his other hand out to you.

you take it, and finally exit the airport. unbeknownst to you that you’re about to suffer from heatstroke in a few minutes.

because the uber you enter is hot. and there’s no air conditioning available other than opening the windows.

it’s a five seater, three seats already occupied by the obvious driver, hinata and kageyama.

hinata sits in the front, very engaged in conversation with the driver, although there’s a huge language barrier, the amount of hand gestures hinata does makes up for it.

‘hey, y/n!’ hinata greets you with the same excitement he’s had since forever, his brightness having never faded over the few years. kageyama just gives you a nod, then staring back outside the window.

the driver just smiles, angling his rear view mirror for no reason.

he gives everyone a thumbs up as if to say, ‘ready to go?’ and you all nod, some a bit more ferocious than the others.

and only ten minutes into the forty five minute drive, you’re already sweating in places you didn’t know you could.

your choice of clothing isn’t helping, a pair of fold over pants and a black tee being way too hot for the weather.

but you’ll have to endure it, focusing on the voices on the radio whilst trying not to faint from the heat.

and time passes by fast enough, you scramble out of your seat as fast as you possibly can, although outside isn’t much better than inside the uber, the breeze makes up for it.

the first thing you do when you enter the hotel room, is flop yourself on the neatly made bed, not planning to get up for the next five business days.

‘we’re going to the beach, change your clothes.’ tsukishima says blankly, laying your suitcase on the spare bed and zipping it open, like he’s planning your outfit.

‘already?! i just got here!’ you groan, begrudgingly lifiting yourself off the mattress.

the beach would do you good though, taking a dip in the sea water sounds really pleasant right now.

he’s rummaging through your suitcase like it’s his own, ruining the way you perfectly packed it. ‘here,’ he hands you a short dress and a bikini, looking for your beach towel next.

‘what are you, my mom? telling me what to wear.’ you chuckle, but still taking the clothes from him.

he definitely picked the first thing he could grab, the bikini top and bottom don’t even match, a beige top with pink bottoms isn’t exactly a set.

‘atleast give me a matching set, unless you want me to look like an idiot.’ you go for the beige set, reaching in your suitcase for the matching bottoms.

‘i’d rather you look like an idiot than everyone ogling at you with those bottoms.’ he says without even glancing your way, slinging your beach towel over his shoulder.

you roll your eyes at him, reaching for the hem of your shirt to take off your shirt. ‘hey, no looking.’ you throw your shirt directly at him, and he catches it with ease.

‘like i haven’t seen everything already.’ he teases, but still turning around anyway.

you change out of your nasty airport clothes, and tug the bikini on, and the dress over that, throwing your dirty clothes on your bed, that’s a worry for later.

‘i’m done, you can turn around now.’ you tell him whilst straightening your dress a little, trying to flatten the creases in it, courtesy of your rapid folding skills.

he turns back to you, his breath hitching at the sight of you.

you’re wearing a completely different dress than he handed you, but boy does it look so good on you.

‘you’re staring,’ you state, somehow catching him off guard in the way his eyes snap to your face, previously lingering on your body.

‘i’m not,’ he scoffs lightly, although it’s not as snarky as usual.

you chuckle, finishing up packing your bag for the beach. ‘i’m done, or do you need more time ogling me?’ you’re the one teasing him now, tilting your head.

‘tch, let’s just go.’ he rolls his eyes at you, brushing past you to leave the hotel room.

you laugh at his uncharacteristic shyness, normally he’d give you a response with more fire in it, so such a lame one doesn’t suit him one bit.

and again, not that he’ll ever say or show it, but he’s really glad you’re with him again, he almost died without you, yes it’s that bad.

a/n: this took me so long and i rushed the ending 😔

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[wellitseugi]

WE'RE IN LUCK COS I STILL HAVE THAT TSUKKI REQ I SENT YOU

WE ARE, HOW SMART OF U TO SAVE IT 🥹

[sunnykeiji-deactivated20260510]

husband… wait, me? ˙⋆✮

—accidentally calling them your husband

warnings: f!reader, some p-ts career spoilers(?), none

includes: miya atsumu, miya osamu, suna rintarou, kita shinsuke

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MIYA ATSUMU ᯓ★ˎˊ˗

₊˚⊹♡ “babe, remember, two extra sauces, okay?” atsumu reminded you, holding his fingers up as he leaned his body on your shoulder, browsing through the movie selection on your tv. 

“yeah, yeah, i know what you want, tsumu,” you laughed, bringing your phone up to your ear and speaking, “hi, can i place an order for 2? yeah, i’ll get the #3 classic… mhm… and then the #6. and can i get a couple extra sweet and sour sauces? my husband wanted some more… oh, okay, no worries. that’s fine.” 

you leaned further back into the sofa and gave them your address as your eyes wandered around the room, finally landing on your boyfriend, who was fully sat up with eyes wide as ever and mouth agape. from an outside perspective, you would have thought he just won an award of some sort. ignoring his expression, you turned away and continued.

“35 minutes? yeah that’s perfect. okay, thank you so much. mhm, you too, bye.” you hung up with a soft tap of your finger, mumbling, “can you believe they charge for extra sauces now?” you paused, looking up from the lack of response when you finally saw how distraught the blonde was. “tsumu, what’s wrong? was that not the right sauce?”

“husband,” he whispered quietly, blinking a few times before repeating it a little louder. “husband. ya called me yer husband. like, the title.”

“what? no i didn’t,” you denied, trying to recall the words out of your mouth. 

atsumu leaned closer, blinking a few more times as his lips curled into a smile.

“ya did, and i’m gonna be riding that high fer the rest of my life, babe,” he whispered, quickly pecking your cheek and wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you flush against his chest with a big sigh. he reached out and singled out your ring finger. “but don’t worry, i’ll get a pretty rock on this finger soon. a stone so radiant everyone’s gonna know yer mine,” he mumbled.

something in your heart fluttered at his quiet promise and you relaxed in his arms, humming contently as you flexed your finger a little and hooked it onto his.

“i’ll be looking forward to it.”

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MIYA OSAMU ᯓ★ˎˊ˗

₊˚⊹♡ you were at onigiri miya, helping your boyfriend out with a seasonal dinner rush by working the register, when a customer asked about any recommendations. 

“honestly?” you began, looking down at the menu pasted on the counter, “you can’t go wrong with anything here. my husband has magic onigiri-making hands or something.” you both shared a laugh as they continued with their order, but behind you, osamu whipped his head around, dropping the rice ball in his hand and doing a double take.

then, he nonchalantly walked up to the front counter before casually standing behind you, close enough to where you could hear his breathing over the music in the shop and feel the heat radiating off of his chest. 

“but, if ya wanted to know, my wife’s favorite is this one,” he simply stated with a smile, pointing to one of the options and turning around to continue making the onigiri as if he didn’t drop a bomb and walk away.

you had to pull it together to finish the rest of that rush, doing your best to ignore your racing heart as you brushed past your boyfriend every now and then. soon, it was only you and osamu left in the shop, finishing up with cleaning and prep for the next day.

“so,” you started, taking hesitant steps closer to him as you bumped him with your shoulder, “since when am i your wife?” you asked, your voice going up a register. osamu let out a small huff.

“dunno, since when am i your husband?” he replied smoothly, reaching past you to grab a towel with a knowing smile as he saw the realization hit your face, your cheeks blooming red. “i actually quite liked the title… husband.”

“hubby and wifey?” you suggested, trying to mask how flustered you were.

“hubby and wifey,” he repeated back, gently untying your apron and pulling it over your head. “sounds like a plan to me.” he paused before looking down at you with a cheeky smile. “it’s actually been the plan, though, so i guess there isn’t a change with anything.”

“you’re so ridiculous,” you giggled as he folded both of your aprons and set them aside. 

“yeah, and i’m going to be your extra ridiculous hubby one day, so i would get used to it while you can, because it only gets more ridiculous from here,” he replied, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. meanwhile, in the back of his mind, he made a mental note to order that little ring box he had saved on his computer. 

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SUNA RINTAROU ᯓ★ˎˊ˗

₊˚⊹♡ you were at his game, ecstatic to see your boyfriend play, and spent your time afterwards at the gift shop, waiting for him to finish up with his interviews and the swarms of fans.

""he's would love this one," you mumbled to yourself, pinching the ears on the stuffed fox you were holding. "but there's so many colors..."

"can i help you with anything, miss?" a sales attendant asked, glancing over at you.

"oh, yes, actually," you smiled up at them and held up gestured over at the plushie display. "my husband resembles foxes in a really endearing way, but i just can't figure out which color looks better with the team colors."

as the attendant pondered and considered the options, suna walked up behind you and reached around, grabbing the darker one.

"i think the husband in question would prefer this one," he said, a small smirk curling on his lips. "and i have to say, i can really see the resemblance between us."

the sales attendant smiled brightly and nodded, but you stared up at your boyfriend, your cheeks bright with color at the realization of your slip.

"oh- yeah... husband," you murmured quietly and gave an awkward smile to the attendant as they checked the item out for you. suna, however, slid another item in at the last second.

"so sorry, but do you mind if we also add this one?" he requested, sliding a small keychain labeled "Proud EJP Raijin Wife" onto the counter, avoiding your surprised eyes as he simply tapped his card and grabbed the gift bag. "thank you so much."

he then reached for your hand, leading you out of the shop despite your quiet stammering and staring, a sly grin on his face.

"rin, what's with the keychain?" you asked, trying to calm your heart as he gently swung your hands back and forth.

"you called me your husband, so you gotta play the part, too," he stated quietly, glancing down at the bag. then, a little quieter, "you'll be needing it eventually anyways, so i consider it a long-term investment."

"what did you say?"

"nothing."

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KITA SHINSUKE ᯓ★ˎˊ˗

₊˚⊹♡ you were seated on the porch of the town's cafe, drinking tea as you watched your boyfriend unload large sacks of rice off of his flatbed to various residents, his typical saturday routine.

"he's a good man, that shinsuke," a grandma at the table next to you observed with her friend. "diligent, kind, respectful. his wife is lucky to have him."

"she's at the table next to us," her friend pointed out, nodding her head over to you and catching your attention. "dear, is he as good of a husband as we all see him to be?"

you smiled and nodded, assuming they thought the two of you were married based on the promise ring you wore.

"yeah, he's a great husband," you replied, not noticing him walk up to the porch with two large bags on his shoulder. "i don't think he has a single fiber in him that doesn't scream 'husband material,' so i'm very blessed to have him."

"ladies, pardon me for interrupting," kita began, politely bowing as best he could to the grandmas and subtly smiling at your surprise, "but did ya want me to set yer preorders in the backseat or trunk of yer cars?"

"trunks, please," they responded, watching him like he was their own son as he nodded and walked back. "never let go of that man, dear," one of them said, looking at you. "i could see the love in his eyes when he came over and saw you."

you laughed and nodded, taking a sip of your tea as you waited for him to finish. when he was done, you set your drink down and walked up, a cool bottle of water in hand.

"the older ladies in your neighborhood are so nice, shin," you stated, handing the bottle to him and brushing some dust off of his shirt.

he nodded in agreement and hummed, taking a swig. "yeah, but i'm glad that ya think i'm a good enough husband to talk about with 'em," he added, glancing down at you with a warm smile.

"wait- i didn't- that was-" you started, but he shook his head and rubbed the back of your head affectionately.

"i'm just messing with ya, sweetheart," he chuckled. "i would never want to pressure you like that, but this?" he lifted your left hand up and looked down at your ring. "i intend to be everything and more than what this represents." he murmured.

you swear you felt the butterflies in your stomach flap away and into the clouds as he pulled back, casually opening the passenger door for you and buckling your seatbelt before driving off. the whole time, he kept his free hand on yours and his fingers lingering on the promise ring he had a perfect replacement for hidden away in his closet.

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note: did you guys know that suna is the only one on inarizaki to not speak in the kansai dialect?

© sunnykeiji

[wellitseugi]

HELLO I LOVE THE NEW THEME ??? the light colours are looking sososo pretty

THANKS I tried my best 😋

[wellitseugi]

YOUR THEME IS SO CUTE 🌸💗💓💖💕

Hey um you made me SHY OK TYSM 😭🫶🏻

[sunnykeiji-deactivated20260510]

say it back ˙⋆✮

—when you don't say "i love you" back to them

warnings: f!reader, p-ts career spoilers(?), none

includes: iwaizumi hajime, oikawa tooru

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IWAIZUMI HAJIME ᯓ★ˎˊ˗

₊˚⊹♡ "babe, i have to be early to the game for prep so i'm leaving now, okay?" iwazumi called from the front door, slipping his shoes on and grabbing his backpack. "i love you!"

"okay, see you later, hajime!"

a beat.

“babe?"

his bag dropped to the floor as he footed out of his shoes and peeked his head into the living room, seeing you reading your book, your knees comfortably tucked to your chest on the sofa.

"babe." he called out, more of his body coming into frame. "aren't you forgetting something?"

you glanced up at him, brow furrowed before looking around, patting the sofa as if there was something to find there.

"um, i don't think so?" you questioned, looking back up at him and tilting your head. you knew exactly what you were doing.

iwaizumi frowned before plopping next to you, inching closer and closer.

“i said i love you.” he murmured, leaning in.

“i know.”

silence. 

“did i do something?”

he checked his watch, then whipped out his phone, frantically opening his calendar app to make sure it wasn’t a particular day.

“it’s not our anniversary… your birthday isn’t for another few months, it’s not my birthday…” he mumbled, looking up at you. “and we don’t have a date today... babe, what did i do?” his voice softened as he reached forward, fingers brushing against your forehead as he moved a strand of hair out of the way.

you stared at him, lips curving into the slightest hint of a smile as he kept rambling on about gifts, extra cuddles and kisses galore, not even realizing you had broken out into a full grin until a few moments later.

“whatever it is, i promise i’ll make it up to- why are you smiling?” he asked, his frown deepening.

“hajime, honey, i’m totally messing with you right now,” you whispered, reaching up to cup his cheek. “i love you, too.”

his heart nearly exploded from sheer relief as he let out the biggest groan and rubbed his face with his hands. 

“you’re the worst,” he mumbled, but underneath his muffled voice, you could hear the faintest smile on his lips.

“i loveeee you,” you said in a sing-song manner while ruffling his hair.

“i love you, too,” he said quietly, bringing his hands down before leaning forward and pressing a lasting kiss to your lips. then, he stood up, walking out of the living room with a small huge. “i’ll be back soon, love you,” he repeated out of habit.

silence.

“babe, please don’t make me come back in there.”

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OIKAWA TOORU ᯓ★ˎˊ˗

₊˚⊹♡ the two of you were on a video call, still trying to figure out the time management with long distance. oikawa leaned his head back to lay on his pillow as he held his phone up with his arm above him.

“but yeah, that’s how practice went today. i really need to work on my spanish and portuguese, though,” he grumbled, using his free hand to rub his eyes. “totally screwed.”

you gave a sympathetic hum and offered a small smile as he continued.

“anyways, i think i have to get going. we got practice at, like, 5 in the morning tomorrow and these time zones are still kicking my butt right now.” he made eye contact with the camera and gave a weak wave. “goodnight, i love you.”

“goodnight, tooru.” you waved back and blew a small kiss.

click.

the call ended, but just moments later, your phone was ringing again. caller id? take a wild guess. you answered, doing your best to hold a bewildered face.

“tooru? what’s wrong? why is your forehead red?”

he stared at you like you just asked him the dumbest question in the world. 

“you didn’t say it back,” he said flatly, his brows furrowed. “and i dropped my phone on my forehead when you hung up out of pure SHOCK.” he squinted at you with a half-hearted glare that could maybe take out a small child, perhaps his cousin. 

“what are you-“

“you know exactly what i’m talking about!” he whined, bringing the phone closer so that his whole face took up the screen. “say it back!”

“tooru-“

“i’m on the other side of the WORLD and my own girlfriend won’t tell me she loves me!” he exclaimed, tossing the phone to his side and imitating a fake crying sound. “i shouldn’t even bother coming back. iwa won’t answer my memes, you clearly don’t love me- the world is ending.” 

“i love you.”

you could have sworn the phone went flying from the weight shift on his bed, quickly seeing his forehead and eyes pop into view.

“WAIT. you cut out!” he complained, mouth right by the microphone and a bit glitchy.

“i love you, too, tooru,” you laughed, bringing your phone closer as well. “i love you so so much.”

then, you saw his whole face show on the screen, a big, near glowing smile on his lips.

“i love you too, my beautiful, marvelous, gorgtastic girlfriend,” he replied, “but do that again and i might actually pass away.”

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note: i love harmless tiktok pranks

© sunnykeiji

[wellitseugi]

New theme, my beloved ones!! Hehe, I love it 😼

[oikyawa]

ii ) THE CUTE BOY FROM THE BAKERY

keiji akaashi x reader

SYNOPSIS you meet the cute boy from the bakery again, to return the coat he borrowed you, but it goes a little differently than you’d anticipated.

LOVE WITH FLOUR AND A PINCH OF SALT ♡

it’s been three hours since you were last at the bakery, three hours since your ‘incident’ happened, and three hours since you met the cutest boy ever.

and in those three hours, you haven’t been able to get your mind off of him.

you ran through the downpour, took a well needed shower, aggressively scrubbed your skirt in an attempt to get the stain out, but to no avail, spent two hours rewriting your notes that got trashed earlier.

and all that was on your mind, was the cute boy from the bakery.

you wished you’d gotten his number or something, atleast his name would’ve been nice.

but no, all you got was his jacket.

you lay flat on your bed now, eyes fixed on the now dry jacket— slung over your chair.

you think back on your interaction with him, his eyes were soft, although his brows were slightly furrowed, likely from his boss’s intense reaction to him being late.

his voice was soft, dipping lower when he’d told you where to meet him to give back the jacket.

it’s a voice you’d be able to listen to on repeat, and never get tired of.

you’re trying to remember, that maybe you heard his name being called, by his boss more or less.

but your mind only draws blanks.

you were more focused on cleaning the coffee spill, and on the boy himself, watching him clean the spill on your table with care.

he was cute, really cute. and also really nice, and it didn’t seem like typical customer service behavior, he genuinely seemed like a nice guy, polite too.

he’s basically perfect.

anyhow, you continue with your day, well, evening.

you eat dinner together with your parents, avoiding telling them about your ‘incident’ at the bakery, also careful not to let them notice the trashed skirt, throwing it out very discreetly.

you spend even more time rewriting all your notes, your fingers beginning to grow sore from the amount of time you’ve held a pen between them without a break.

and then it’s already time to go to sleep, which means you’re also closer to meeting the cute boy again.

although this time you won’t be drenched in coffee, or atleast that’s what you hope.

it’s 7:30, five minutes before you need to leave for school, but you’re having another predicament.

how will you take the jacket with you without your parents noticing?

they’re both sitting at the dining table, and they leave later than you do, and there’s no way you’ll be able to get to the door without passing them both.

you hadn’t told them about the encounter with the boy, not in the mood for your mother’s endless prattling about ‘teenage love’ and ‘how cute your generation is’.

so it’d be really weird if you came trudging past with a man’s jacket.

even if you’d run past them and leave the house before they’d ask any questions, they’d ask about it after you’ve come home again anyway.

but you really need to leave for school, and you can’t just not bring the jacket with you.

so you decide on your last option, stuff it in your bag the best you possibly can.

it’s a pretty big jacket, and your bookbag isn’t very large or spacious, so the zipper is seconds away from flying off.

but you successfully got it in, although your bag looks more like a ball than like a bag.

it’ll have to do for these two minutes that you’ll have to pass by your parents, then you can take the jacket out and sling it over your shoulder, not wanting to wrinkle it, nor destroy your bag.

they’ll definitely question why your bag looks like a ball, but you can use the excuse of needing lots of books today, and that you brought a sweater with you.

they do exactly what you expected, commenting on the abnormal size of your bag, but you mutter something about nearly being late so they’ll let you go in peace.

and thankfully, they do.

you quickly tug on your shoes, check your hair and makeup one last time, and off you go.

bag slung over your shoulder, a small pep in your step, extremely excited but also extremely nervous to meet the cute boy again.

you think it’s fascinating how you’ve never seen him before, maybe you have, but it didn’t stick.

anyways, you walk to school with too many thoughts in your mind, some good, some bad, and some completely irrelevant to the others.

does he think you’re an idiot? his smile was adorable, i’d like to see it more often, his voice was nice to listen to, what if i ruined everything with that horrible first impression? what should i get at the cafeteria today? what will i say when i meet him again?

your mind runs a mile a minute, overthinking all possible scenarios to seeing him again, and returning his jacket.

you’re too deep in thought to notice you’d already arrived at the school gates, barely any students there— except for him.

he stands near a bush, hands clasped together and looking around his surroundings. a content expression on his face, although not quite smiling.

that is, until he sees you. the corners of his mouth tugging upwards slightly, almost barely noticeable. but it’s definitely there.

his hair looks neater now, not damp and messy like yesterday.

he’s clad in the fukurōdani uniform, grey blazer, striped blue tie, white dress shirt and black slacks. his bookbag slung over his shoulder, just like you and literally everyone else.

you jog over to him, jacket in hand and a nervous smile on your face.

‘hi! um— here’s your jacket! thanks again for letting me borrow it, and for helping me clean up that mess.’ you laugh awkwardly, holding out your hands to give him the jacket.

‘hi, it’s no problem, really. you looked like you could use some help back there.’ he smiles, your hands brushing as he takes the coat back from you.

‘yeah— and your name is? i hope you don’t mind me asking.’ you mutter, scratching the back of your neck to make it less awkward than you make it be.

‘keiji akaashi, class 2-6, i’m also a member of the volleyball team.’ akaashi? that sounds oddly familiar, was it the name being called by the lady at the bakery? how did you not catch that was his name all along?

you seriously spent a whole eighteen hours calling him the ‘cute boy from the bakery’ in your mind, when you knew his name all this time.

never mind that, you have his name. his full name matter of fact, and it suits him so well. a pretty name for a pretty boy.

‘ah, it’s nice to meet you, akaashi. i’m y/n l/n, class 2-4.’ his name rolls off your tongue so smoothly, like you were meant to say it all your life.

you clutch the strap of your bag like it’s a lifeline, the anxiety swirling in you increasing every second.

‘likewise, i’m sure i’ll see you around more often.’ he smiles softly, ‘yeah! i’ll make sure to say hi when—‘ your sentence gets cut short when someone bumps into you, rather harshly.

you stumble foward, and nearly trip. right into his arms.

and your lips come in contact with eachother, more than just brushing against eachother.

his lips are soft, really soft. exaclty what they look like, not that you’d been looking though. that’s weird.

his hands are on you, one on your arm and the other on your waist, steadying you from your fall.

you both pull your faces away as quickly as humanly possible, although you don’t remove your hands from his chest yet.

‘are you alright?’ he asks, voice soft and laced with concern, slightly loosening his grip on you. ‘huh- yeah i’m fine! sorry about that,’ you titter, giving him the most reassuring smile you can.

‘don’t apologize to me.’ he says firmly, glancing at the guy you bumped into you. squinting his eyes when said guy looks back at him.

you nod, now pulling your hands off of him and taking a step backwards, to not make it even more awkward.

you hope no one saw, but that thought quickly dissipates as someone calls out to the boy infront of you, rather loudly.

‘AKAASHI!’ akaashi looks to the direction his name was being called, and his face slightly drops when he sees who it s.

‘bokuto-san, you’re early.’ he deadpans, voice now lacking the softness that he gave you.

‘well— i thought i’d come by a little earlier today, is that so wrong?!’ the boy with frosted tips exclaims, his facial expression as loud as his words.

you glance between akaashi and the bokuto guy, wondering if these polar opposites are friends.

‘anyway, enough about me. what were you guys doing?!’ oh god, he saw the closeness between you and akaashi, didn’t he?

‘nothing, someone bumped into her and i managed to catch her.’ you wince at akaashi’s bluntness, it’s like he changed personalities all of the sudden.

‘hm, okay then. must’ve seen that wrong!’ bokuto brushes it off, thankfully. ‘so.. it wasn’t a kiss then?’ he blurts out, not even twenty seconds after claiming he saw it wrong.

‘no, it wasn’t.’ you both say in sync, your voice high pitched and cracky, and his shyer. lacking the bluntness from earlier.

you notice the way he’s shying his face away from you two, hiding the pink that’s creeping up on his cheeks.

‘okay, i believe you!’ it’s funny how gullible this bokuto guy is.

you don’t even know if it was a kiss. it seemed very close adjacent, but then again. it wasn’t intentional, so it doesn’t count, right?

did akaashi think of it as a kiss? surely not, right?

your mind is running a mile a minute, again. still akaashi related thoughts, though.

‘we’ll talk about it later, yeah?’ akaashi whispers in your ear, trying to ignore the intense stare bokuto is giving him, and you.

you nod, smiling at bokuto, who smiles back at you ten times harder.

‘i’ll see you later, y/n.’ bokuto’s already tugging him by his arm, leaving him little room to say a proper goodbye.

you wave, keeping your expression calm like the rest of you isn’t a storm right now.

and now you’re mentally preparing on another ‘confrontation’ with akaashi, although it’s going to be way more awkward than handing a jacket.

a/n: chapter 2 is out! i’m really happy with the ending— and sorry if some things don’t align with chap 1.. i didnt reread that

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[wellitseugi]

WHISPER IN THE EAR...........

[akaashiit]

incomplete

ushijima wakatoshi x fem!reader

more characters here

𝒃lurb ﹕ a 'secret' relationship between a manager and an opposing team's captain doesn't exactly remain secret for long.. ╱ 𝒘𝒄 # 1.3k

— 𝒂uthor's 𝒏ote ﹕ the ushijima version of distraction is here!! oh i love toshi sm ;) this one is shorter than oikawa's hope you don't mind

requested ☆

"why is he looking at l/n-san like she's a particularly difficult math problem?" tanaka whispers, shielding his eyes with his hand as if ushijima's gaze is the sun (theyre indoors..). "it's unsettling. he's trying to psych us out by targeting our managers!"

"maybe he's trying to intimidate our support system," nishinoya hisses back, puffing out his chest and stepping slightly in front of you. "don't worry, l/n! we'll protect you! he might be a very strong, but he hasn't met the power protection of the guardian deity yet!"

you sigh heavily, clicking your pen repeatedly and focusing very hard on your clipboard.

you try to keep your expression neutral. "he's just.. looking, guys. he's a very observant player. focus, come on – we're down by five points and the set is almost over."

tsukishima, however, is even more observant than usual today – and trust me, that's saying something. he leans back against the bench, intelligent eyes darting between you and the giant across the court.

he'd noticed the way your hand trembled slightly when ushijima had stepped up to serve, and he'd definitely noticed the nearly identical sports watches on both your wrists – a brand that was notoriously hard to get in this prefecture.

he hasn't said anything yet, but the smirk playing on his lips suggests he's putting the pieces of a very scandalous puzzle together.

and that's not a good sign.

the whistle blows for a timeout, and the gym goes quiet. as you step forward to hand daichi a water bottle, a large, looming shadow falls over you.

everyone – karasuno and shiratorizawa included – freezes in place. a hush has fallen across the gym.

ushijima wakatoshi had walked across the court, which certainly wasn't allowed. he was so tall that you have to peer up just to see his face, which remained as expressionless as a stone wall.

"y/n," he says. his voice is deep, carrying across the entire gym like he's announcing a royal decree.

"ushijima-san," you reply, your voice cracking slightly as you try to maintain a professional, 'manager to opponent' distance. you widen your eyes suggestively at him, 'ushijima-wakatoshi-you-better-shut-the-fuck-up-right-now'-i-swear-to–

you and your boyfriend had been doing a pretty good job at keeping things on the down low. so why was he acting like this now? "you're, erm, on the wrong side of the net. your coach is staring daggers at you."

but he doesn't move. he doesn't even acknowledge the rest of your team, who are currently staring with a mix of fear and confusion, which isn't exactly surprising since ushijima wakatoshi just walked across the court like it's nothing.

including tanaka and nishinoya. especially tanaka and nishinoya.

instead, ushijima reaches out, and for a terrifying second, tanaka and nishinoya look ready to launch a physical assault to save you – but ushijima merely reaches out and tucks a stray lock of hair behind your ear ever so gently.

"you forgot your lunch on my kitchen counter this morning," he rumbles matter of factly. not a question. "i brought it. it's currently in my gym bag. you should eat it. nutrition is vital for a manager's best performance, and you mentioned you felt off yesterday."

now, we all hear about silence being described in stories all the time, but they can't compare to the one that follows this. you can hear the distant sound of a bird chirping outside because no one in the gym is even breathing.

"kitchen.. counter?" hinata squeaks, tilting his head in confusion. "this.. morning? like.. the morning that happened today?"

tsukishima tuts, rolling his eyes. "no. last year's."

kageyama frowns. "that lunch must be very mouldy then, if it was from last year. l/n-san shouldn't eat it."

"idiot, i was being sarcasti-"

"wait," sugawara says, his eyes intrigued as he looks between your beet red face and ushijima's non expressive one. "you two.. live together? is that what 'kitchen counter' implies? ohoh-"

"our families are neighbors!" you blurt out, trying to save whatever scrap is left. "we've known each other since we were kids!"

ushijima frowns slightly, looking at you with a hint of disapproval. "that is an incomplete and flawed explanation, y/n. we've been in a relationship for fourteen months now. why are you omitting the truth?"

why are you telling the truth? you think sourly, but you're not too mad. in fact..

"it is inefficient to lie when the evidence of our cohabitation – even if only for breakfast somedays – is so apparent." ushijima finishes.

yeah.

"FOURTEEN MONTHS?!" the karasuno bench explodes in a flurry of pure shock.

on the other side of the net, tendou is doubled over laughing, slapping his knee as if saying, 'oh, what a kneeslapper!' "oh, wakatoshi-kun! you're so blunt! look at them, they look like they've seen a ghost! you really know how to kill the vibe, you ju-"

"ushijima-san," daichi says, stepping forward with his left eye twitching uncontrollably. "you can't just.. cross the court and claim our manager during a match."

ushijima turns his gaze to daichi, looking at him with the same interest he might show a mere weed. "i'm not claiming her. she's a person with her own thoughts and has chosen to remain at an underperforming school despite my advice. she should have come to shiratorizawa – the volleyball program here is superior, and the commute would be shorter for us both. it'd allow for twenty more minutes of sleep per day."

he then looked back at you, ignoring the collective gasp (mainly from tanaka and nishinoya) from the karasuno team at the underperforming comment.

"i'll wait by the bus after the match. i have the salmon onigiri your mother made for me to give to you. i also have the sweater you left in my car."

"wakatoshi, go back to your team!" you hiss, pushing at his solid chest with your face red. no use, though. it's like trying to move a brick wall.

"very well," he says, nodding respectfully to kiyoko, who watches with an amused smile.

as he walks back to his side, tendou drapes an arm over his shoulders, whispering something about romantic dominance, while ushijima just looks confused.

the match resumed, but karasuno was a wreck. every time ushijima spiked the ball, tanaka would scream, "GET YOUR HANDS OFF OUR MANAGER, YOU MOUNTAIN!" which only resulted in ushijima looking bewildered because, technically, he wasn't touching you at the moment.

even hinata was distracted, whispering, "ushijima? boyfriend?" every time he rotated to the front.

when the game ends, with shiratorizawa unsurprisingly taking the win, the teams begin to pack up. you're just trying to avoid the interrogation glares from your teammates.

"so," tsukishima drawls, walking past you. "he.. is your boyfriend? i have to say, your taste is… interesting."

"he's very sweet once you get to know him!" you defend, narrowing your eyes at the blond.

just then, the gym doors open. ushijima's standing there, already changed out of his jersey. he's holding a small, insulated lunch bag with a little cat pattern on it – your lunch bag.

"y/n. the rice will get cold," he calls out across the gym.

you sigh, waving a hand to your 'are you guys seeing what i'm seeing' eyed team. "i'll see you guys on monday. don't.. don't make this a thing in the group chat, okay? please."

"it's already a thing!" nishinoya wails as you walk away. hinata nods in agreement. "he stole our manager! how are we supposed to win against a guy who gives our manager salmon onigiri?!"

as you reached ushijima, he takes your bag from you without a word, swinging it over his shoulder alongside his own.

"did you find the match satisfactory?" he asks, looking at you as you walk toward the gates. "your team has improved, though their defensive positioning is still quite erratic."

"it was fine, toshi. a bit dramatic, though, thanks to you."

"i don't understand," he says, looking perplexed as he blinks at you.

"yeah.. don't worry about it."

sooo hope that satisfied you and i'm so sorry you had to wait two whole months 😭🙏🙏 i didn't know what to do for the title so erm

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[wellitseugi]

LMAO WE'RE NOT OIKAWA, USHIJIMA

[akaashiit]

incomplete

ushijima wakatoshi x fem!reader

more characters here

𝒃lurb ﹕ a 'secret' relationship between a manager and an opposing team's captain doesn't exactly remain secret for long.. ╱ 𝒘𝒄 # 1.3k

— 𝒂uthor's 𝒏ote ﹕ the ushijima version of distraction is here!! oh i love toshi sm ;) this one is shorter than oikawa's hope you don't mind

requested ☆

"why is he looking at l/n-san like she's a particularly difficult math problem?" tanaka whispers, shielding his eyes with his hand as if ushijima's gaze is the sun (theyre indoors..). "it's unsettling. he's trying to psych us out by targeting our managers!"

"maybe he's trying to intimidate our support system," nishinoya hisses back, puffing out his chest and stepping slightly in front of you. "don't worry, l/n! we'll protect you! he might be a very strong, but he hasn't met the power protection of the guardian deity yet!"

you sigh heavily, clicking your pen repeatedly and focusing very hard on your clipboard.

you try to keep your expression neutral. "he's just.. looking, guys. he's a very observant player. focus, come on – we're down by five points and the set is almost over."

tsukishima, however, is even more observant than usual today – and trust me, that's saying something. he leans back against the bench, intelligent eyes darting between you and the giant across the court.

he'd noticed the way your hand trembled slightly when ushijima had stepped up to serve, and he'd definitely noticed the nearly identical sports watches on both your wrists – a brand that was notoriously hard to get in this prefecture.

he hasn't said anything yet, but the smirk playing on his lips suggests he's putting the pieces of a very scandalous puzzle together.

and that's not a good sign.

the whistle blows for a timeout, and the gym goes quiet. as you step forward to hand daichi a water bottle, a large, looming shadow falls over you.

everyone – karasuno and shiratorizawa included – freezes in place. a hush has fallen across the gym.

ushijima wakatoshi had walked across the court, which certainly wasn't allowed. he was so tall that you have to peer up just to see his face, which remained as expressionless as a stone wall.

"y/n," he says. his voice is deep, carrying across the entire gym like he's announcing a royal decree.

"ushijima-san," you reply, your voice cracking slightly as you try to maintain a professional, 'manager to opponent' distance. you widen your eyes suggestively at him, 'ushijima-wakatoshi-you-better-shut-the-fuck-up-right-now'-i-swear-to–

you and your boyfriend had been doing a pretty good job at keeping things on the down low. so why was he acting like this now? "you're, erm, on the wrong side of the net. your coach is staring daggers at you."

but he doesn't move. he doesn't even acknowledge the rest of your team, who are currently staring with a mix of fear and confusion, which isn't exactly surprising since ushijima wakatoshi just walked across the court like it's nothing.

including tanaka and nishinoya. especially tanaka and nishinoya.

instead, ushijima reaches out, and for a terrifying second, tanaka and nishinoya look ready to launch a physical assault to save you – but ushijima merely reaches out and tucks a stray lock of hair behind your ear ever so gently.

"you forgot your lunch on my kitchen counter this morning," he rumbles matter of factly. not a question. "i brought it. it's currently in my gym bag. you should eat it. nutrition is vital for a manager's best performance, and you mentioned you felt off yesterday."

now, we all hear about silence being described in stories all the time, but they can't compare to the one that follows this. you can hear the distant sound of a bird chirping outside because no one in the gym is even breathing.

"kitchen.. counter?" hinata squeaks, tilting his head in confusion. "this.. morning? like.. the morning that happened today?"

tsukishima tuts, rolling his eyes. "no. last year's."

kageyama frowns. "that lunch must be very mouldy then, if it was from last year. l/n-san shouldn't eat it."

"idiot, i was being sarcasti-"

"wait," sugawara says, his eyes intrigued as he looks between your beet red face and ushijima's non expressive one. "you two.. live together? is that what 'kitchen counter' implies? ohoh-"

"our families are neighbors!" you blurt out, trying to save whatever scrap is left. "we've known each other since we were kids!"

ushijima frowns slightly, looking at you with a hint of disapproval. "that is an incomplete and flawed explanation, y/n. we've been in a relationship for fourteen months now. why are you omitting the truth?"

why are you telling the truth? you think sourly, but you're not too mad. in fact..

"it is inefficient to lie when the evidence of our cohabitation – even if only for breakfast somedays – is so apparent." ushijima finishes.

yeah.

"FOURTEEN MONTHS?!" the karasuno bench explodes in a flurry of pure shock.

on the other side of the net, tendou is doubled over laughing, slapping his knee as if saying, 'oh, what a kneeslapper!' "oh, wakatoshi-kun! you're so blunt! look at them, they look like they've seen a ghost! you really know how to kill the vibe, you ju-"

"ushijima-san," daichi says, stepping forward with his left eye twitching uncontrollably. "you can't just.. cross the court and claim our manager during a match."

ushijima turns his gaze to daichi, looking at him with the same interest he might show a mere weed. "i'm not claiming her. she's a person with her own thoughts and has chosen to remain at an underperforming school despite my advice. she should have come to shiratorizawa – the volleyball program here is superior, and the commute would be shorter for us both. it'd allow for twenty more minutes of sleep per day."

he then looked back at you, ignoring the collective gasp (mainly from tanaka and nishinoya) from the karasuno team at the underperforming comment.

"i'll wait by the bus after the match. i have the salmon onigiri your mother made for me to give to you. i also have the sweater you left in my car."

"wakatoshi, go back to your team!" you hiss, pushing at his solid chest with your face red. no use, though. it's like trying to move a brick wall.

"very well," he says, nodding respectfully to kiyoko, who watches with an amused smile.

as he walks back to his side, tendou drapes an arm over his shoulders, whispering something about romantic dominance, while ushijima just looks confused.

the match resumed, but karasuno was a wreck. every time ushijima spiked the ball, tanaka would scream, "GET YOUR HANDS OFF OUR MANAGER, YOU MOUNTAIN!" which only resulted in ushijima looking bewildered because, technically, he wasn't touching you at the moment.

even hinata was distracted, whispering, "ushijima? boyfriend?" every time he rotated to the front.

when the game ends, with shiratorizawa unsurprisingly taking the win, the teams begin to pack up. you're just trying to avoid the interrogation glares from your teammates.

"so," tsukishima drawls, walking past you. "he.. is your boyfriend? i have to say, your taste is… interesting."

"he's very sweet once you get to know him!" you defend, narrowing your eyes at the blond.

just then, the gym doors open. ushijima's standing there, already changed out of his jersey. he's holding a small, insulated lunch bag with a little cat pattern on it – your lunch bag.

"y/n. the rice will get cold," he calls out across the gym.

you sigh, waving a hand to your 'are you guys seeing what i'm seeing' eyed team. "i'll see you guys on monday. don't.. don't make this a thing in the group chat, okay? please."

"it's already a thing!" nishinoya wails as you walk away. hinata nods in agreement. "he stole our manager! how are we supposed to win against a guy who gives our manager salmon onigiri?!"

as you reached ushijima, he takes your bag from you without a word, swinging it over his shoulder alongside his own.

"did you find the match satisfactory?" he asks, looking at you as you walk toward the gates. "your team has improved, though their defensive positioning is still quite erratic."

"it was fine, toshi. a bit dramatic, though, thanks to you."

"i don't understand," he says, looking perplexed as he blinks at you.

"yeah.. don't worry about it."

sooo hope that satisfied you and i'm so sorry you had to wait two whole months 😭🙏🙏 i didn't know what to do for the title so erm

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[wellitseugi]

HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA TSUKISHIMA MY KING 😭 I love Ushijima but would it be surprising for you if I told ya I'm here for Tsuki?

[wellitseugi]

I wanna say a few things to my one of the first muties who deactivated her acc. Selene, I love you. Genuinely. I'm crying and I'm so emotional right now. I'll miss you a lot, you were indeed friend of mine. I hope you'll see it when you check my fics :(

It was such a good kind of relationship I couldn't imagine it ever stopping. The spectrum of emotions I feel right now is so huge and fragile. I don't know, I just wanna tell you how precious you are to me. I'll never forgive about you. It's really sad that I have to change our mutual pfp like that. I'm also so sorry that I didn't see your post on time. It breaks my heart.

Well, as Winnie the Pooh once said, "How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard." God loves you, girly. And so do I. I hope your life will get better. I'm praying for ya 🫶🏻