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#suna x reader #negan x reader #thoma x reader #kaeya x reader #sugawara x reader #haikyuu kuroo #the walking dead

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hi guys im alive and more down bad than ever

my acc is gonna slowly become a twd fic acc jsjsjsjsjsj

but im still gonna be writing for all the other stuff from before just probably mainly on request :)

#negan x reader #childe x reader #kaeya x reader #kuroo x reader

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#kuroo x reader #iwaizumi x reader #suna x reader #kaeya x reader

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im opening requests for 7 people rn if u wanna send anything :)

here are the rules

not doing matchups rn tho :((

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im opening requests for 7 people rn if u wanna send anything :)

here are the rules

not doing matchups rn tho :((

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UGH STOP THIS IS ADORABLE GJHSJDBD <333

happy valentine’s day everyone!

“iwa, i’m tired.”

“just a few more minutes…”

“but it’s getting dark!”

“shh!”

oikawa crosses his arms over his chest, huffing (as quietly as he can manage as to not get yelled at). “why do you care so much about catching this stupid bug?”

“it’s not stupid,” iwaizumi argues, peering through the leaves of the bush they’re hiding behind, net poised over his shoulder. “it’s for…you know.”

his friend trails off, but even under the low light of the sunset, oikawa can see that his cheeks are tinged pink. “you already gave her the biggest valentine card in the box, iwa. i think she knows you like her.”

“i don’t like her,” he lies anyway, as if oikawa hadn’t been there to witness his best friend writing your name repeatedly on a scrap piece of paper to impress you with how neat and tidy he could write. as if he hadn’t seen him sneak you an extra hershey’s kiss during the movie in class that afternoon. “we’re just friends.”

because when you’re seven years old, not only are cooties very much still a thing, but iwaizumi hajime is probably the stubbornest person oikawa’s sure he’ll ever meet.

which is why they’re sitting in the woods near the park in their neighborhood, even though it’s nearly curfew and their mothers will have both their heads if they come home late. all because iwaizumi is looking for a bug.

iwaizumi, who suddenly slaps a hand over his mouth so hard that his teeth rattle a little as he whisper-shouts, “there it is!”

he uses the handle of his net to point at some moving, fluttering thing that oikawa fully thinks is a leaf for twenty seconds.

“get the jar ready,” iwaizumi instructs, lifting his net off his shoulder and creeping towards the bug.

oikawa just sighs, untwisting the lid on the jar as he watches him leap out of the bush and swing the net around a little frantically. he really needs to make some new friends.

so he’s astounded, really, that when you open the front door and see iwaizumi standing there, covered in twigs and leaves and dirt, to give you a bug for valentine’s day, you squeal in excitement rather than turn your nose in disgust.

unbelievable.

even more so when iwaizumi, the toughest kid in the second grade, looks uncharacteristically shy. the blush on his cheeks deepens when you take the jar, staring at the blue bottle-something butterfly fluttering around inside.

“it matches your hair clip,” iwa mumbles, obviously trying to fight his smile and keep up his so-called bad boy facade (which is a little hard to do, when you’re chasing butterflies all day for your crush). “and you said— you said you liked butterflies, so…”

your hand comes up to touch the delicate little butterfly clip pinning aside your bangs that oikawa himself had never really noticed before.

but then you’re saying thank you, pressing your lips to iwaizumi’s dirt-streaked cheek, and oikawa?

well, to this day he still can’t believe that iwaizumi had his first kiss (if you could even call it that) before him.

–

“iwa, can you just pick one already?”

“i’m trying, but none of these are right. maybe we should go to–”

“but we’re going to be late for practice!”

iwaizumi barely pays his panic any mind, way too absorbed in the variety of grocery store chocolates that probably taste the same as he chuckles, “that sounds like a you problem.”

“of course you’d say that,” oikawa huffs, glaring hard at the back of his friend’s head. “i don’t get a free pass because i’m not allowed to kiss our manager into forgiving my transgressions. so unless you’d let–”

the look his friend shoots over his shoulder is dark. it’s not even a warning look, it’s a threatening one. “if you even try finishing that sentence, i’ll throw something a lot heavier than a volleyball at you once we get to the gym.”

“oh, im so scared,” the setter deadpans. he’s known iwaizumi long enough to no longer be phased by his harsh words, simply reaching over his shoulder and grabbing the first box he sees and dropping it into his lap. “there, can we go now? i’ll even pay.”

but iwaizumi just scoffs, placing the box back on the shelf before rising from his crouch with a frown. “she’s allergic to peanuts, idiot, and she likes dark chocolate more than milk chocolate,”

“well, it doesn’t have to be perfect,” he groans, hand on his hip as he stares at the endless rows of valentine’s treats. “isn’t it the thought that counts?”

just like that, iwaizumi’s harsh glare withers, turning red in the face as he looks off to the side. “it’s our first valentine’s day as a couple. i want it to be.”

oikawa doesn’t even get the chance to argue, shoulders slumping as he trudges behind him out of the store. he really regrets the decision to let iwa drive today.

but it’s worth it, he supposes, when they finally show up for practice - late, obviously - and your scolding is cut short when iwaizumi hajime shyly places a bouquet of roses and box of chocolates in your hand.

it’s worth it, he chuckles to himself, seeing his friend so flustered and happy as you set aside your clipboard and gifts to wrap your arms around him, pressing kisses to his face.

making everyone else in the gym feel very single.

–

it’s not your first valentine’s day, or your second, or third. by now, the concept of celebrating the most romantic day of the year is well-worn like a pair of old yet comfortable leather gloves.

yet when you wake on february 14th - a monday, this year - there’s a vase of pale pink and white flowers sitting on your nightstand, along with a card and a little box of chocolates from your favourite shop downtown for the two of you to share.

well-worn as this holiday might be, the sight never makes your heart flutter as you nudge your warm face deeper into the pillow.

you hear him before you see him, the door creaking open and the bed dipping behind you as he slides back under the covers.

“happy valentine’s day,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. “i love you lots.”

you roll over to face him, and your big, strong athletic trainer whines a little, wrapping his arms around your waist before burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“happy valentine’s day, baby,” you sigh, the cool stroke of the wedding band as he slides his hands underneath your shirt, gently smoothing over your spine making you feel unreasonably giddy. “you want me to make breakfast? i’ll do blueberry pancakes.”

“with cinnamon?” he asks, though you know he knows the answer. “and can you–”

“make them into the shape of a heart? yes, hajime, i will.”

your husband just hums happily, holding you a little tighter as he goes over his plans for your picnic at the park later today, not wanting to keep the butterflies waiting.

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AND I NOW HAVE AN A IN BOTH THOSE CLASSES BEBDHDNDJDJD IM SO HAPPY

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STOP THIS IS SO CUTE ALL I WANT IN LIFE

office christmas party + kuroo for everyone who loves the office rivals series 🎁 song rec: wrapped in red - kelly clarkson

“ugh,” you scoff, peeling a string of red tinsel off your monitor. “who keeps putting these decorations up?”

“akari from hr,” kuroo pipes up from his cubicle, his own space decorated with tinsel, mistletoe, and ridiculous gingerbread cutouts. “it’s christmas, ebenezer. get in the spirit.”

you toss a stem of fake pine needles and small red baubles into your trash can. “christmas is nothing but a capitalist holiday where people spend exorbitant amounts of money purchasing gifts to please oversized social circles. telling me to ‘get in the spirit’ is just telling me to go out and spend.”

“yikes, you’re tart this morning,” he chuckles, resting his forearms on the top of your shared wall. “and we’re literally in sports promotion. it’s marketing, which is the backbone of capitalism. our entire job is to stimulate buying interest.”

“hey, as long as i’m not the one doing the buying,” you shrug, plucking a pen from your organizer and scribbling on a loose sticky note. you grimace when you realize it’s dry, chucking it into the trash with the decorations. “god, the pens here are so cheap. ink is so much better than gel.”

still leaning on your shared wall, kuroo hums in agreement, apparently having decided that work was out of the question today. “what’s with your aversion to the holidays? it’s a great time of year! snow is falling–”

“and melting,” you huff, trying another pen. “then freezing and turning flat sidewalks into hazards.”

“well, what about christmas music? can’t say no to mariah.”

“good, but really overplayed,” you sigh, tossing yet another pen. kuroo finally takes pity on you, handing you one of his own. “hearing songs about kissing santa claus in november kinda takes away from it, you know?”

your coworker grimaces, trying again. “okay, you can’t complain about roasting chestnuts on an open fire, can you?”

“i’m allergic to tree nuts,” you deadpan.

kuroo groans as if you’re being the difficult one right now. “what about mistletoe? nothing says christmas like a plant that demands the sharing of affection. i’m pretty sure akari put a few sprigs up around the office…”

you roll your eyes at that. “mistletoe is a sexual harrassment report waiting to happen.”

“you’re just saying that because you don’t have anyone to kiss,” he teases, that insufferable smirk playing on his lips. “tell you what, if we ever end up under the mistletoe, i’ll kiss you.”

you almost laugh out loud at the idea of kissing him. “in your dreams, maybe, but i am not that desperate!”

he throws his hands up dramatically. “well damn, is there any part of christmas you like?”

“i like getting gifts,” you shrug.

“so, you hate giving, but love receiving?”

you glance up at him briefly. “doesn’t everyone?”

“point taken,” he agrees with a small grin. “then secret santa seems like it’d be your thing. i mean, a spending limit and a guaranteed gift. why didn’t you sign up?”

“no one here knows me well enough that it’d be worth it,” you answer honestly. it’s not like you wanted a gift card to a restaurant on the other end of town, anyway.

“bullshit,” he scoffs, a little louder than acceptable. “we’ve been working together for a year and a bit, i know you.”

“you do not know me,” you actually laugh, finally turning your chair to face him. “maybe how to piss me off, but other than that? i seriously doubt it.”

“i’ll prove it to you,” he shrugs easily. “make sure you show up at the christmas party this weekend, and i’ll blow you away with my superior knowledge of your preferences.”

“if this is going to be like the framed selfie you gave me on my birthday—”

“don’t act like you don’t have it on the corner of your desk right now!”

“yeah, as motivation to do better so i can have an office with actual walls away from you.”

-

at the christmas party one week later, the first thing kuroo shows you are his socks. they’re burgundy, printed with little cats wearing reindeer headbands.

so sexy.

the second thing he shows you is the present sitting on your desk, a little package wrapped in bright red wrapping paper.

“i wonder who it’s from,” he grins slyly, dropping himself into your chair as you go to unwrap it.

“if that chicken scratch you call writing is any indicator, i think i might have a clue,” you sigh, pulling at the ribbon and tearing the wrapping aside, brows raising in unexpected delight when you see what’s inside.

he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “well? did i get it right?”

it’s a pack of new ink pens.

BONUS

kuroo is bugging you by the refreshments table when somebody whoops loudly, the two of you startling when people point up, shit-eating grins on their faces.

you’ve ended up under the mistletoe together. what an awful cliche.

“well, i did promise you a kiss, didn’t i?” your co-worker chuckles, popping the candy cane from his mouth.

“you did,” you answer a little stiffly, every muscle telling you to move, but something stronger rooting you in place.

and suddenly he’s leaning in, and what’s more shocking is that you are too. your heart thumps loudly in your chest, breath catching when his lips are about to brush yours–

you jerk your head to the side at the last second, instead hiding your face in his shoulder, inhaling cologne you’d never realized smelt so good.

kuroo hesitates for a moment before chuckling, letting his hands rest gently on your waist and his nose nudge into your hair, breathing you in. you swear you feel his voice cracks a little when he whispers,

“merry christmas, babe.”

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Literally all I want is to spend Christmas with iwa :(

iwaizumi loves christmas season. the lights, the hot coco, the matching pajamas, and his all time favorite, you. he constantly hint that he wants to get matching pjs and mentioning “look at these!” whenever he goes to the store with you. he bought hot chocolate already, marshmallows and whip cream for it. for his special christmas date, he plans on going to the christmas lights and ice skating. he loves you and christmas.

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obsessed- yandere!suna x fem!reader

back from the ded :p

hi so in my class we had this suspense writing thing? I had written this but like the names were changed and I was like "o why not post it as some yandere!suna thing or whatevar"

lol so this is absolute trash

i dont write yandere often so pls bare with me -o-

anyways i hope u enjoy :)

warnings: yandere behavior, character death, mentions of blood, knife, beheading of a character is mentioned, stabbing, suna is rlly ooc im sorry but he just fit the bill for this so yea, shitty writing and plot, grammar mistakes sjsjsjjsjsj my english teacher prolly hates me lmao, pretty long story ig

fandom: Haikyu!!

summary: suna's willing to do a lot of things to keep you with him, and he just doesn't like atsumu

We were in the school gym, per usual, on a Friday after school. It was me, the twins, and Suna. Kita should be coming soon. He’s probably finishing some dumb unit test. It's too bad he got behind in his work. It’s not like it was his fault his cousin died and he had to miss school for the funeral. I remember meeting him once, Kita had brought him along to hang. He was a pretty sweet guy. I remember Atsumu kept teasing Kita’s cousin about liking me or something. I guess you can’t miss someone you didn’t know that well though, but I can’t imagine how Kita is feeling. You know he is always like a pillar for our group. I hope he knows that he can open up to us about the whole thing. I don’t know what I would do if I lost someone close like a family member or one of my friends.

Then I was knocked out of my trade of thought by a dodgeball to my head.

“What the heck! Who was that?” I exclaimed.

Suna, who was sitting behind me on the bleachers, looked up from his phone. He looked at me, then to the twins on the court. Who were surrounded by dodgeballs. Of course it was them.

I calmed down pretty quickly realizing it was probably an accident. I don’t think Suna did though.

“Who did that?” Suna said from behind me.

The twins pointed to each other, but it was obvious it was Atsumu since he is a compulsive liar, can’t forget his frantic expressions though.

“Hey Atsumu, if you're gonna lie about hitting Y/N with a ball you could at least do a decent job at it,” Suna said.

Suna then rolled his eyes and leaned over to me and asked if I was okay.

“Don’t worry I’m fine, it was just a dodgeball.”

I laughed a little, he was always so protective of me. It was funny how worked up he would get if something small even happened to me.

Atsumu came over and nudged me in the side

“Heh, sorry Y/N, but it’s not like it hurt or anything.”

He laughed, resulting in me rolling my eyes at his playfulness. Just as I was about to respond, Suna spoke up and glared at Atsumu.

“It doesn’t matter if she wasn’t hurt. What if it was a volleyball or something hm? She could’ve gotten a concussion.”

He stood up and walked towards Atsumu.

“Woah dude calm down I didn’t mean to I was trying to hit Samu-”

“This is always like you, never giving a crap about anything or anyone besides yourself and whatever is going on in the moment.”

Suna then grabbed Atsumu by the front of his shirt. Me and Osamu quickly went over to them to try and prevent anything from happening.

We were too late though, Atsumu already got defensive and landed a punch on Suna.

“Well, I'm sorry ‘Mr. Attend Y/N's Every Need’ it’s not my fault you baby her all the time! Heck, I’m sure she’s pretty sick of it if you ask me! Probably doesn’t even want you around at this rate!”

Just as Suna was about to hit back, Kita came in. Thank god.

“Hey! Cut it out you two!” he exclaimed.

They both let go of each other real quick. Kita always had this intimidating aura.

“Can you guys ever get along? Hm?”

The gym was silent with Kita’s voice echoing off of the walls.

Atsumu shoved past us all and walked out of the gym with a huff.

Osamu spoke up, “I’ll go after him, it’s not like this is the first time.”

“Hey Osamu, let Atsumu know it was an accident and that I'm not upset, okay?” I said.

“Sure thing. Also, you might wanna go find Suna,” Osamu signaled to the spot behind me and I realized Suna must have gone somewhere else too.

“Sorry about this, probably not what you wanted to walk into huh?” I said to Kita with an awkward laugh.

“No worries, I’ll go with Osamu to talk with Atsumu. You know how stubborn he is.”

I smiled. “Yeah.”

I left the gym to go find Suna. I think I’ll check the rooftop garden. After all, he did tell me that it was a calming place for him when things get too much.

I decided to stop by the culinary classroom to grab some ice from the fridge. He’ll probably need it after getting punched in the face. Honestly, this whole thing could’ve been avoided if I didn’t react so strongly at first. At the same time, Suna didn’t have to get so defensive after I made it clear that I was perfectly fine. Atsumu and him never see eye to eye though, so maybe this was all just pent-up aggression. Still, I feel like this is my fault.

I then made it to the door to the roof. I opened it and saw plants everywhere, but no Suna. Maybe he just wasn’t somewhere I could see him. I then walked around some more, hoping to find him.

“Suna? Hey, you up here? Suna?”

Then I heard a quiet “yeah”.

I followed the voice and found Suna. He was sitting against a wheelbarrow with his knees to his chest. His eyes looked a bit red and puffy too. Wait, was he crying?

I took a seat next to him and rested my head on his shoulder.

“You okay?”

“M’ fine”

“You sure? Your face says otherwise.”

“Sorry about what happened there.”

“It’s alright, but maybe you could apologize to Atsumu too?”

He looked at me with a pout. It was pretty cute I had to admit. I laughed a little.

“Alright, maybe later. Sounds good? Anyway, I brought you some ice for your face. Does it hurt at all?”

He nodded slightly and took the ice from my hand and held it to his face. He shivered from the cold a little bit. We sat together in silence for a little while. I could begin to see why he likes coming up here so often. It’s like an escape from the world, so peaceful.

“Hey, Y/N?” Suna said.

“Yeah?”

“If you don’t want me around or anything you would tell me right?”

“If this is about what Atsumu said, then don’t take any of it to heart. He was probably just upset or had a bad day. I’m sure he didn’t mean it-”

“Y/N.”

He looked at me so helplessly.

“You’d tell me right?”

His voice broke halfway through his words and I could see tears begin to form in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, I- I don’t mean to get all emotional about it. I probably look really stupid right now.” He tried to wipe the tears from his eyes. “I just don’t want to feel like a bother to you or overbearing. It’s just- I, look you’re my best friend and I-”

I pulled him close. “Hey, hey, hey. You aren’t a bother to me. You’ll never be a bother to me. You aren’t overbearing either. I really do appreciate how much you care, I do. I always think how lucky I am to have you as my best friend. I promise and I swear that you’ll never have to worry about any of that changing.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. You have nothing to apologize for. I appreciate you being vulnerable with me. If you ever need to talk about anything, you can always tell me okay?”

He looked at me and smiled.

“Okay.”

We continued to sit in silence again and before I knew it I began to fall asleep.

I do remember waking up a little and feeling like somebody had lifted me up, but I think I was too tired to care. The person did look familiar though from what I could tell. I’m sure it was fine.

I woke up in my bed and was very confused about how I got there. Wait? Wasn’t I on the roof? Where was Suna? I looked out my window and noticed it was dark outside, so I checked my phone and looked at the time. It was around 11 at night. Just as I was about to wonder how long I was on the roof I noticed that someone had sent me a text around 8:30. The message was from Suna.

It read “You fell asleep earlier. I didn’t wanna wake you and it was getting dark so I took you home. Hope you have a good weekend.”

I smiled. That was sweet of him to do.

Just as I was about to head back to sleep, I heard a pounding at the front door of my home. I walked towards the door, and as I did the pounding did not stop. I wondered who was out there trying to get in. Once I neared the door I checked the small window near it. It was Osamu. Why was he out here so late? I opened the door.

“Hey Osamu, why are you out here so-”

“Tsumu is dead.” He said abruptly.

His eyes were bloodshot from what looked like tears. He stood lifeless in front of me as he uttered those words.

“What..”

"Y/N, he's dead.”

I shook my head in disbelief. He couldn't be dead. He wasn’t dead. This was all just a bad dream. In a few minutes, I’m going to wake up and none of this will be real.

“No, no, you're lying. Please tell me you’re lying.” Tears began to roll down my cheeks and Osamu began to speak up with a shaky voice.

“I-I had been in the kitchen and I told Tsumu to-to go take out the trash. He had complained, but he-he went and did it an-anyway. I had heard a noise outside, it sounded like a yell, but I just thought it was some kids messing around outside or something. Playing a game you know? I- I don’t know. I just- it had been about 15 minutes or so and he wasn’t back yet. So I went outside and… that’s… when,” he paused in his words.

“He what?”

“He… was lying on the ground... and his head…” He couldn’t utter the last words.

I looked him in the eyes. It couldn’t be. No, none of this was real. It couldn’t be.

“No..”

Osamu looked to the floor as he spoke again, “It just sat there Y/N. He just sat there Y/N. HIS HEAD JUST SAT THERE!”

He fell to the floor breaking down. He cried at the top of his lungs, mourning the loss of his brother and trying to suppress his last image of him. As my tears began to fall once again, I kneeled to the floor and held him. No real words were spoken. The only sound you could hear was incoherent cries of grief.

The front door then opened. It was Suna and Kita. Behind them you could hear police sirens, all rushing to the twins’ house. Suna looked at me and my tear-filled eyes, then his gaze was to the floor, with his hands clenched into fists. He looked to be fighting tears. Kita saw me and Osamu and gave us a knowing look. He showed us the screen of his phone which showed a local breaking news article about Atsumu’s death.

“We rushed over here once we saw,” Kita said quietly.

Kita kneeled and held us close, as he too began to cry. While the three of us sat together with watery eyes, Suna stood there refusing to look at us and instead to the floor. I could see teardrops fall from his face to the ground. I stretched my arm and offered him to sit with the rest of us, but he turned me away.

“I’m sorry,” was all Suna said as he walked out the door.

As confused as I was, I let it go. I knew people went through grief differently than others. Some needed to be alone, some needed to be with people for comfort. Perhaps he needed to be on his own to mourn.

As the night carried on, Kita and I eventually got Osamu to talk with the police. It was hard, but it needed to be done sooner rather than later. Osamu and his parents were taken to the police station while Kita and I stayed behind. We both looked at each other with the same thought.

“What now?”

There were so many unknowns and so many things we would find out in the coming days, but all we could do was wait for what was to come.

The rest of that weekend was like a bad dream you couldn’t wake up from, probably because it was reality. It took a while for Atsumu’s death to really set in for me at least. After Kita went home, I sat on my own in the same spot I held Osamu a few hours prior, though instead of consoling him, I was trying to console myself. I sat there quietly staring at my living room, but then the brutal way Atsumu went out and the fact that he was gone hit me like a truck. I yelled and cried, begging myself to wake up or for Atsumu to just come back.

“IT’S NOT FUNNY! IT’S NOT FAIR! WHY?” I yelled, hugging myself. I knew that crying wasn’t going to change what happened, but it was all I could keep doing. I continued to cry and scream until my throat hurt, and I fell asleep.

The day after I met up with Suna and Kita. The night before an officer had told me and Kita that we and any other close friends of the twins needed to be brought into the police station for questioning as soon as possible, so that’s what we had planned to do.

Every one of us was silent except for a quiet “hello” when we met up. The ride to the station was silent as well. Suna looked tense, so I gripped his hand gently to assure him that everything was going to be alright. He smiled at me a little, to which I responded with a gentle nod.

When we arrived we were each individually questioned. The lady questioning me said I wasn’t in any trouble unless I gave them a reason I should be. She asked me things like my relationship with Atsumu, where I stood with the twins, what happened the days and hours before his death. She asked if I had seen any behavior from peers of mine that could raise any suspicion at all. She asked if Atsumu had confided in me with anything at all that may help. I couldn’t think of anything so I said no. Finally, she asked me if I had anything that I needed to say.

“Please find who did this,” was all I said as I began to cry. She offered me some tissues and gave me the okay to leave. Suna and Kita were waiting for me, so we all left together.

Kita went home and said he needed to be alone for a little while, but told me and Suna to not hesitate to reach out if we needed to. Suna had offered to keep me company for the rest of the day, to which I accepted. I didn’t want to be alone.

Monday came around and I went to school as usual, but everything was different. Instead of hallways full of conversations from every student around you, it was silent, except for a hushed whisper every few minutes. Everyone obviously knew about Atsumu. I tried my best to walk through the crowd of students in front of me, all I wanted to do was find Suna and Kita. Osamu too if he was even here, to which I doubted. I managed to make my way to my first class expecting to at least find Suna since we shared the first period of the day.

When I made it to class and sat down, people I barely spoke to began to come up to me and offer their sympathy and condolences. As much as I appreciated the gesture I was already holding back tears from the moment I stepped onto campus, I didn’t want to cry in front of everyone, but to nobody’s surprise, I did. As I did, a boy who sat next to me offered me some tissues. I offered him a soft thank you.

The teacher came in and said that we would be having a free period today, “a moment of silence,” as he put it. I was indifferent to the news, I just wanted to get the first period over so I could move on to the next and ultimately finish the day and go home.

I soon got a text from Suna. It read “do you want to go to the roof and talk?” I responded with “yeah” and got up to ask for hall passes from our teacher.

Once Suna and I left the class, he offered me some tissues too. It seemed as if I would need more than just a few for the coming while.

“Are you doing alright?” he asked me.

“I’m doing okay, I just want to go home.”

He nodded at me. And grabbed my hand and offered me a sad look.

“I’m sorry all of this is happening. I hate seeing you like this. If you need to talk, you know you can come to me and I’ll listen,” he said.

“Yeah, and you too. You can talk to me. Always.”

I smiled. I was grateful to have a friend like Suna at a time like this. We continued to walk up the stairs of the building towards the roof, but a group of people came towards us. Most likely coming from the library. As they went past us, one of them accidentally bumped into Suna, resulting in him dropping his backpack. He quickly picked the contents of his backpack that fell out. Once he did we went on our way as before.

When we made it to the roof we sat near the garden. As I was about to speak, my phone began to ring.

“Huh? Who’s calling me?” I said as I reached for my phone. I grabbed it and answered the call. It was Kita.

“Hey Y/N, are you on speaker?” That was the first thing Kita asked me.

“No, why?” I responded.

“I can’t say, but you need to come to the gate of the school right now. Y/N, make sure you’re alone. Whatever you do, don't bring Suna.”

I was confused, to say the least. “Okay I’ll come, but gosh you’re worrying me,” I said laughing nervously.

“Y/N, this is serious, please hurry,” he said ending the call.

“Okay, that was odd…” I said to Suna whose face was written with slight concern.

“Who was it?” Suna asked.

I paused. Kita said not to bring Suna, but he didn’t say I couldn’t tell him anything. Should I tell him where I’m going though? He’s going to want to know.

“Oh, it was Mina. She wanted to meet up with me for a little bit to talk,” I lied.

“Like student council president Mina?” He asked, confusion written all over him.

“Yeah, we never talk much anymore, so I was confused too. Maybe she just wants to check up on me with you know...” I continued.

“Uh-huh. Well, do you want me to come with you?”

“No, I'll be fine. She said she wanted to talk in private. She also said that she wanted to meet as soon as possible, so I’m going to go,” I said while standing up and making my way to the door back inside. “Oh and thanks again for wanting to come here with me. It really helped even though we barely got to talk. We’ll talk more in a little while though,” I said, closing the door.

Once I did I rushed down the stairs. Kita wanted to see me as soon as possible, so I made it my goal to get to him quickly. I made my way through the campus until I reached the gate. Kita was there waiting for me. In his hands was a green composition book. He looked panicked. Like he saw a ghost. I began to feel nervous. Whatever he had to tell me wasn’t going to be good.

“I’m here. What did you need to tell me?” I asked. I began to get scared, something in my gut was telling me that nothing good was about to happen.

“It’s Suna.” He said.

“What about him?”

“He dropped this,” he said, pointing to the notebook in his hands.

“Oh, did you need me to return it to him?”

“No Y/N, he killed my cousin.” He said looking me in the eyes.

I was in disbelief. “Kita, how could you say that! Suna wouldn’t do that! I know he wouldn’t! You know he wouldn’t!”

“He killed Atsumu too.” Fear was evident in his eyes. Kita was in pure shock that the person he and I grew to care for could do this.

“No. He didn’t do it. He didn’t do either. I’m sick and tired of all of this. It’s not funny Kita! Stop lying!” My voice grew louder. Kita put his hand over my mouth to quiet me down.

“Y/N you need to be quiet, someone will hear. Look, it’s all here,” he showed me the notebook, it was full of entries from months ago to now. It was a journal. Suna's journal. Kita flipped to a page that reads with three large words filling the space. It read, “I killed him.”

I wanted to scream. I was going to be sick. I was going to cry. I couldn’t believe any of this was happening. It felt like my entire life was crumbling before me.

“There’s more,” Kita said, flipping to another page. It was stained with red prints. It was blood. The date of entry was Friday. It was the day Suna killed Atsumu. The things written described Suna's thoughts and how he did it, it described the scene. Suna's written thoughts were the entire opposite of what I knew him to be. I saw Suna as my best friend, somebody I could trust with my life, but now I only saw him as a monster I needed to get away from to save my life.

I choked on my words. “But...why? Kita, why did he do it?”

I could’ve never prepared for what he said next.

“You.”

“What?”

“Y/n, all he ever wrote was how he was obsessed with you. It all adds up. He’s always been overprotective of you, he often accompanies you wherever you go. It’s not that you guys are inseparable, he is inseparable from you.”

I couldn’t speak. No words were coming out.

“He killed my cousin because Atsumu commented that my cousin thought you were cute, he killed Atsumu because he jeopardized your safety according to him. Y/N, he is obsessed with you and is willing to kill anyone who gets in the way of you and him being together one day.”

“No, no no, no,” was all I said as I tried to process Kita's words.

Kita shoved the book in my hands and began to speak once more. “Y/N, you need to listen to me: take this and run. Run to the police and give this to them, and if you can’t, run as far as you can from here. After everything I found out from reading what I did and knowing Suna, he’s probably looking for you already. Y/N, you have to trust me and-”

Kita paused in his words as the sound of a blade in his back replaced it. As Kita fell to the ground. Suna stood in front of me. My senses then became overwhelmed with a fear I had never felt before.

“And what? Run?” Suna said while drawing the blade of his knife out from Kita’s back. “You wouldn't run from me? Would you, Y/N?” He hummed as he took the book out of my hands with ease. “You know, I didn’t want to kill Kita. Aside from you, he’s always been one of my favorites. The only few people I can tolerate. It’s too bad he had to ruin things for himself. Don’t you think so?”

“No…” I whispered, scared for my life.

“You know I wanted to kill Atsumu for the longest time, he’s always been annoying. A bother to be around. I only kept him around for you though. Friday must have set me off, I hate to picture you getting hurt. Physically or emotionally. Especially by guys like him. As for Kita’s cousin, well, I guess you can’t miss someone you didn’t know that well. Right?” He smiled.

“Suna no…”

“What? I didn’t do anything wrong? All of this came from a place of love. Y/N, I love you. I love you so much. Do you know that? I wish I could’ve told you under different circumstances, but it’s not like it will matter now that the truth is out.” He reached for my hand. I pulled away from him and yelled as loud as I could.”

“NO!” I kicked him in the crotch and began to run off of the campus. I didn’t know where to go where he wouldn’t find me, but I needed to get away from him.

I heard Suna groan and yell, “Y/N STOP! I KNOW WHAT’S GOOD FOR YOU! DON’T BE SCARED! JUST COME BACK HERE NOW! YOU DON’T WANT ME TO HURT YOU RIGHT?”

I didn’t look back and kept running. My mind was clouded with fear. All I thought was: if I didn’t run I was going to die. I kicked dirt behind me to hopefully block Suna's view from finding me, but it didn’t help. I heard him quickly approaching.

“Y/N DON’T RUN! IT’S GOING TO BE OKAY! JUST STOP RUNNING AND COME WITH ME!” He yelled, tone growing angry, causing my legs to only go faster.

Still, I didn’t look back. Instead, I looked forward, hoping to see someplace I could escape to, anywhere that I couldn’t get him off my trail. I noticed the forest approaching, so I ran to it. If I lose him there, he’ll never find me.

I could hear him getting closer and closer and I began to become tired and found myself not being able to go any faster. With the forest, my last source of hope so close, I began to beg my body to just keep going a little longer, but as I was about to enter what I could call hope, fate had other plans. I tripped on a huge rock and fell to the ground. I tried to get up, but I couldn’t. I heard Suna's footsteps slowly near.

“Thank you, Y/N. You’re so kind. I hope we can work this all out another time, after all, you did say I could always tell you anything. Now this will only hurt a little, okay? You won’t even remember hopefully. See you soon,” Suna said looking me in the eyes, with a gentle smile.

I last remember him kicking me in the head before everything around me went completely dark.

ty for reading <33

#beansleepy #suna rintaro x reader #suna x reader #suna x you #haikyuu suna #atsumu x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #kita shinsuke #suna rinatro #miya osamu #miya atsumu #haikyuu x you #yandere hq #yandere suna

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I WANNA DO THIS NOW OMG SJSJSJSJ

some please write iwaizumi x reader angst where y/n starts to slowly realize that iwa is actually in love with oikawa despite being in a relationship so y/n breaks up with iwa and encourages him to go after the one he truly loves while still mourning over what they could of had.

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honestly it was probably kuroo, idk something abt him lmao just had me interested

although i think it was the hair covering the eye first bc when i think back on it i always found those types of characters interesting jsjjsjs

anyways he is still my fav <3

reblog with answer: which haikyuu character did you have a crush on first?

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ugh but why is tbhk such an adorable anime?! like i've gotten such a boost of seritonin from watching it :'( <33

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literally what i needed right now thank you <33

Maybe it's good for those who readed angst :") so get your love bestie and dont forget to drink, eat and sleep enough <3

Also I love to give some comfort ✋😔💜

Warning:just a tiny bit suggestive I think? but mostly fluff hehe no proofreading!!! It nearly midnight and I didnt even get enough sleep today upsie

HQ boy x gn.reader

How your HQ boy would react to your Insecurities

Friendly remember that your 2d bf wouldn't cheat nor leave your beautiful ass for somebody else. Seriously, they have better things to do than ruining a relationship with you like this duh

He would love everything on you:

you are chubby and insecure about it? Dont have a flat tummy or six pack? Love, he would LOVE it, he would kiss your body till he dies and he would do it over and over again just to show how beautiful your body is

Insecure about your acne or having some bad pimples? he doesnt care at all. It's a normal human thing! Most people have it and he woudl tell you everytime that he loves you no matter what even if your skin breaks out. He would support you with your skin care if you want!

You saw some models on Insta and get sad about your body typ because of beauty standards?:( Babe, no matter how your body looks like, he will treat you like the most beautiful thing on this world. He will cup your head with his hands and tells you that you are the most beautiful person for him and he wouldnt change it at all ( he would even yell:" fuck beauty standards!")

Even if you dont have a big butt or boobies, he would love to grab it 🏃‍♀️

Body hair and get scared that he will be disgusted about it? Remember that body hair is so normal for a human! Everyone has body hair, some have thick hair and the others has more thin hair, other people has dark ones and the others has more ligh hair. But to the question, no he wouldnt be disgusted about it. If you have arm hair, leg hair, tummy hair, it just normal and even he has it

Scars because of ( can put the reason to it)? And you think that he think it doesnt look good? Nonono, as someone who has scars because of different causes, it doesnt matter at all! It's your body, right? It healted from what ever the cause was and it amazes him! He would kiss your scars and praises you, to let you know that he loves your skin ( maybe it sounds weird akndjs) and he hopes that you dont hate it becaus of it

Remember that it is your body, love! Stay healthy and dont bring yourself down because of some beauty standards!:( Now, let me give you some love and kisses !>:(

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suna with an s/o who sings

hi hi hi!

alright so i thought this would be a cute idea (and a little self indulgent too jsjsjjsjsj)

But yea :D

I sorta just remembered having this idea and was like "mm ok i should write something lol"

so here we are

i wrote this on a whim too so its probably rlly bad jsjsjsj im sorry :')

i hope you enjoy <3

warnings: probably typos lmao, little suggestive but not rlly

fandom: Haikyuu!!

summary: suna who loves you and your pretty voice :)

suna loves you a whole lot, but when he hears you sing his heart just soars its so cute

hes usually always messing with you or like trying to get you to sing to him because he knows you can get a bit shy abt it

so its usually like you humming a bit of song and hes like "c'mon I know you can be louder than that. Lets hear that pretty voice of yours."

he loves how flustered you get because he knows all the other ways that could have been interpreted

so you just walk away but he will just pull you back into him just to hear your voice again

and then ofc there are other times when he just really wants to hear your vocals so if you are on your phone or sum and suna really wants you to sing to him hes all like

"Y/NNNNN, can you sing for me???" Pleaseeee."

he gets so whiny its adorable

but during the times when he really just needs you to be there for him or if he's getting emotional, you will usually wait for a good time and began quietly humming or gently singing a song

it helps him a lot because your voice calms him down :)

he also likes it when you sing him to sleep <3

we love our sleepy sunarin

he loves walking around places and hearing your soft humming or just sitting near him and hearing your voice fill the silence of the room

he loves how you send him a new song or add it to your shared playlist

he also likes doing this as well and seeing you get excited when you really like the song

may i also just say that I have this headcanon that suna plays guitar

so im just gonna add that here

when he notices you really like a song and cant get it out of your head he will make it a goal to learn it on his guitar

he loves how your face lights up when he sings with you

especially while playing his guitar

you and him singing a song together while he provides the acoustic instrumentals is always a special moment that he loves

being with you and constantly surrounded by music is something that he feels he could never grow tired of and he loves every second of it <3

ok but imagine singing "still into you" by Paramore with him but like its slowed down and its acoustic ugh <3

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IM CRYING THIS IS THE MOST WHOLESOME THING IVE SEEN ALL DAY JSJSJSJSJJS :')

kuroo at five y/o, @ohajime​​ (i was supposed to do it with 29, but i mixed it up with another one skjfd)

kuroo is nervous.

not about presenting, but about the presentation itself.

he isn’t afraid of getting up in front of the class, because his dad told him that kids his age can smell each others fear. as long as kuroo isn’t afraid, everyone will love him.

but his dad didn’t say anything about his presentation when he helped him practice, never said anything about what he thought. maybe he didn’t want to discourage him.

nevertheless, little kuroo’s mind is already made up. he’s been ready to do it for a long time now, and he’s a big boy; he isn’t afraid of anything.

well.. sorta.

“kuroo! it’s your turn.” his teacher calls out to him, and like the little cocky boy he is, kuroo gets up from his desk and shoves his hands into his pockets, walking towards the front of the class.

his friend whispers, “you can do this! she’ll love it.” and kuroo nods excitingly.

with his teachers help, kuroo places his giant poster board in front of the class, and takes a deep breath. “i chose the word: friends.”

the entire class claps to encourage him, and kuroo smiles even wider. “my older sister says that there are a lot of different kinds of friends. there are best friends, close friends, family friends, and even friend groups.”

he looks at his teacher, who nods in agreement.

“there are also friends that are called boyfriends and girlfriends.. they’re like special friends in love!”

the class goes ouu, while the teacher presses the back of her hand against her mouth, trying to hide her laugh.

kuroo’s eyes dart across the room, until they finally land on yours.

your eyes are wide and your cheeks are flustered as you stare at kuroo’s poster board, where he attempted to draw a stick figure of you, the words ‘can you be my special friend, y/n?’ written in big messy letters on top.

everyone’s eyes look to you, as you slowly say, “my daddy says that i can’t have a special friend until i’m 36.”

the class lets out a sad ‘aww..’ as you frown.

“i can wait until you’re 36!” kuroo shouts, his eyes glazed over, yet still furrowed in determination. “i can wait forever!”

the entire class goes ‘aww!’ again, but this time in a happy way, an ‘aww!’ that only gets louder when you nod, and get up to give kuroo a hug.

when kuroo went him that day and told his dad about what he did, his dad patted him on the back and told him that he would grow up into a ‘fine man’.

kuroo, with a missing front tooth and lips smeared with ice cream, replied with, “i’ll be y/n’s fine man!”

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pink paint- iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader

i'm so sorry i haven't written in a while, it was due to some personal matters but i am now back for a little bit before classes start up again yayyy :))

im such a sucker for domestic couple activities :c

anywho i thought this would be a cute idea

i hope you enjoy <3

warnings: nope! just fluff and a few typos haha

fandom: Haikyu!!

summary: "Pink is a good color for you Haji."

Being pregnant was great and all, especially with all the new joys your baby was going to bring in your life, but of course preparing for your baby girl was going to be no easy task.

There was the worry of not having enough clothes for the baby.

There was the worry of having enough diapers for her.

There was the worry of were you going to be a good parent and role model for your baby.

But what you were so grateful for, more than anything, was your husband.

Hajime has always reassured you when you began to worry or doubt yourself as a future parent. He reminds you about how lucky your baby girl would be to have you as her mother. He tells you exactly how happy you've made him and how happy you are going to make your child. He tells you that he is always going to be there for you and that you don't need to carry all of your emotions alone.

Your baby is going to have an amazing dad.

You don't know what you would do without him.

Kind of like today.

You had just had your baby shower a few weeks ago and with the gifts you received along with shopping you and Hajime had done, you were both ready to finally start decorating the nursery.

Since your pregnancy was a little farther along, certain tasks had become harder to do.

Plus Hajime was constantly worried about you over working yourself.

So while you sat in a rocking chair folding some clothes to put in the dresser, Hajime was painting the walls.

And it seemed like he was having a bit of trouble.

"Haji? You doing alright?"

"Stupid paintbrush.."

You giggled.

"Baby? Do you think the roller would be easier?"

"Hmmm. You're probably right."

As he began to resume painting you went to look for some of the story books to put on the shelves.

When you came back into the room you couldn't help but stare lovingly at Hajime, admiring his hard work and how sweet he was for taking on the project.

You set the books down and walked over to him to peck him on the cheek.

But you must have startled him instead resulting in him dropping the paint roller.

"Huh? Doll-"

The paint on the roller must have shaken when you startled him because now your husband was adorning some pink paint on his hair, shirt, and a bit of his face.

"Oh sorry!- um Haji... Baby.... you got just a little bit of.."

Your thumb reached for the paint droplet on his face.

"Paint.. right here!"

Then you placed a kiss to his cheek once again while he just stared at you lovingly and laughed.

"God, you're cute."

"You know the pink is cute too. On the walls and on you! Pink may just be your color Haji!"

"Think so Pretty?"

He said while ruffling your hair.

"Mhm!"

He kissed your forehead and picked up the brush.

"I love you baby."

He then crouched lower to be at the same level of your belly while you smiled.

"And you as well"

I hope you guys enjoyed :)

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