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i am the most inconsistent blog ever, i swear. i announce an event and then drop of the face of the earth lol. anyway, hope everyone is doing good. i might actually start writing again soon, you never know

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late night giggles, ft akaashi keiji [requested by anon]

were you not in a state of near delirium from lack of sleep, the act of akaashi walking - more akin to hobbling - to the toilet would not have sent you doubling over in laughter. nor would akaashi have looked over at your hunched figure on the sofa and released a snort of his own.

on a normal day, neither of you would have been up this late. on a normal day, you would have been curled up in bed asleep, his arm slung over your waist, a heavy yet comforting weight. on a normal day, akaashi would not have insisted on breaking the routine. he thrived best in an environment where he could control what happened, usually sticking to a strict schedule within his daily life. it was the main reason he had been drawn to the role of setter in volleyball. but you had encouraged him to break the schedule just once.

that's how he found himself sat on the sofa with you, eyes wet from how much he had laughed. he leant forward, head resting on your shoulder as his body shook with laughter.

"you're telling me that you just walked backwards?" he spluttered. "keeping eye contact the whole time? and this happened today?"

"you're engaged to a walking, talking mess," you grinned, running a hand through his hair affectionately. his palm was warm where it rested against your exposed thigh, a comforting touch.

"a mess that i'm in love with," he grinned, head lifting from your shoulder, hand squeezing your thigh gently as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

"this mess is in love with you too, pretty boy," you beamed, watching the flush that spread across his cheeks at your words. he kissed you again, longer this time, his lips impossibly soft as they teased yours open.

you dug your fingers into his waist, tickling furiously. he flinched away, letting out a gasping laugh as your fingers kept moving against his skin. akaashi considered using his strength to flip you over and return the favour, but the way your eyes lit up, the gleam in them, made him pause. he chuckled, "i was trying to be romantic."

"not tonight, keiji," you said. "tonight i want you to be as stupid as you can be."

#3k followers: moments with them #haikyuu x reader #akaashi x reader #akaashi keiji x reader #akaashi keiji

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walking the city at night, ft kageyama tobio [requested by @etherealtobio]

you had never seen the city look so enchanting and peaceful. the day time seemed to hide a whole part of koganei that only came alive at night. it was beautiful. the opportunity to see the city from new angles, under a new light, was one that you would not take for granted, not when kageyama had a hold of your hand.

his thumb stroked the back of your hand gently. his fingers tightened occasionally on yours, giving them a squeeze that you were quick to return. glancing over at him, you caught his eye, face lighting up in a grin.

"i'm kind of grateful your game ended later than expected," you admitted, the statement shocking him. kageyama had promised a quiet evening in, only for neither team to be able to gain a convincing lead in the game and for press to take longer than expected. "it means i get to experience this with you, and how many other times would we walk around at this time?"

"not many," kageyama admitted. whenever he got home from work, the last thing he felt like doing was going out for a walk. all he really wanted when he walked through the door was to relax (be that on the sofa, in your bedroom, or standing with you in the kitchen) with you in his arms. he pressed a kiss to your cheek then, his lips warm against your cool skin. "i guess i'm glad we get to do this too."

silence fell between you as you both looked around, taking in the stars in the sky above you, the shapes of buildings, their edges more muted in the dark. words weren't needed. they weren't spoken for fear that they would break the tranquilty, this perfect moment that existed between you and him.

the length of his body was warm against yours, and you pressed closer. kageyama's reaction to your movement was as natural as breathing. he released your hand, wrapping an arm around your body and holding you to him as you walked. in return, your arm went around his back, hand curling into the material of his hoodie. despite the frigid chill to the air, he still refused to wear a thicker coat, insisting it was far warmer that the mountain air he was used to.

on walks, you rarely had the chance to walk this close to each other, to truly just exist in the other person's presence. it was a beautiful thing, one that had you coming to a stop to look off at the shapes of houses and trees in the moonlight.

"it's beautiful," you sighed, not sure what it was you were referring to. was it the view? was it the feel of kageyama's warm body pressed against yours? the utter ease you felt at that moment? the way that all the things that had made you fall in love with him were so clear to you then?

kageyama could hear it in your voice, how many different thoughts were contained in that one sentence. he pulled you closer, pulled you in front of him, your back pressed against his front. wrapping his arms around your middle, he rested his head on your shoulder, turning his face to place a soft kiss to where your neck and shoulder met. "it really is."

#3k followers: moments with them #haikyuu x reader #kageyama tobio x reader #kageyama x reader #kageyama tobio

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ramen after school, ft iwaizumi hajime [requested by anon]

iwaizumi would never admit it, but your ramen tradition had been his idea. every tuesday after school, you and iwaizumi would head to your local ramen shop.

the tradition had started when you had been walking home together on a tuesday afternoon. iwaizumi was listening to you talk as his eyes scanned the area, thinking about how much simpler it would be to have a conversation over good food. then, he had grabbed your upper arm and pulled you to a stop, steering you towards a ramen shop that you had mentioned on occasion. the ramen, according to you, was some of the best you'd had. iwaizumi was inclined to agree with you.

he definitely agreed with you after the first bowl. maybe it had been a mixture of the company of a good friend and a delicious bowl of ramen, but the place soon became a firm favourite of iwaizumi, clearly evidenced by the tuesday afternoon visits.

"you know, it's so funny to me that you were the one who started this tradition," you laughed, placing your chopsticks back down on the table. "tooru always complained about how you never took him out anywhere, yet here we are."

"did we have to mention, 'kawa?" grumbled iwaizumi. "just speaking his name usually summons him."

"not to here though," you said, leaning in to whisper conspiratorially. "this is our place."

that was true. while iwaizumi wasn't sure about you, it had never crossed his mind to bring any of his friends here. it was so rare that he got to sit and enjoy your company that he feared the introduction of his other friends to the restaurant would somehow taint the peaceful atmosphere. maybe it was selfish, but he was glad there was somewhere that only you two shared. he loved the rest of his friends, he did, but you were the only one whose focus wasn't on volleyball, who he could talk to about his plans for the future, his dream of studying abroad.

"am i paying this time?" you questioned, reaching into your pocket to pull out your wallet.

after the first couple of visits, where you had paid separately, you had both decided a rota would make more sense.

iwaizumi nodded, though reached for his own wallet all the same. if you were paying, he was responsible for leaving the tip, a responsibility neither of you took lightly. you loved the ramen shop far too much to risk falling out of favour with the staff.

#3k followers: moments with them #haikyuu x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x y/n #hajime iwaizumi x reader

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congrats on 3k!! could i ask for daichi, friends, 3am convenience store run?

3am convenience store run, ft sawamura daichi

thank you!!

not sure how i feel about this one. it's a bit meh if i'm honest. only thing i will stand by is that daichi hates the taste of coffee. it's too bitter. he'll only compromise if it's some kind of mocha or has a crap ton of sugar.

#3k followers special: requests

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3am convenience store run, ft sawamura daichi [requested by anon]

were you walking in the night at any other time, you would have taken the opportunity to admire the sky. you would have allowed yourself to amble onwards, gazing upwards as you tried to locate constellations or made up your own, pointing out the different shapes to whoever your companion might be. however, this particular late night excursion was an emergency, one you had dragged your friend out of bed to accompany you on.

"we need eggs, sugar and cocoa powder," you explained as you walked down the street with a speed daichi rarely saw from you.

"i still don't really understand why you need me with you," he stated, easily keeping pace beside you.

"i figured you wouldn't be asleep," you explained, reaching out a hand to grab sawamura's wrist as you turned suddenly, stopping outside of the shop, "and this is a good a distraction as any. plus, you're going to be a police officer. you could consider this training: how to protect a young, defenseless university student whose on an unnecessary, yet somehow important, late night shop run."

"i think i've already had that class," he teased, following you as you entered the shop. you grinned back at him, glad to see the lines of tension that bracketed his face finally relaxing.

"then consider this a recap lesson," you said, clearing your throat. "step one, help the defenseless student locate the items they came for."

as it were, the items really weren't that difficult to locate. the shop had a small baking section at the end of an aisle, an aisle which was beside the eggs. while daichi went to grab the eggs, you scanned the shelf, adding the cocoa powder and sugar to your basket. at the sound of daichi's arrival, you looked over to face him.

"you want anything else?" you asked, already walking to where the drinks were. daichi followed, seeming to think for a while before he picked up an iced coffee. your eyebrows rose. daichi wasn't a big coffee drinker. personally, he had always found it too bitter, and couldn't understand how people could drink it so obsessively.

"i'm tired, and there's no way i'll be getting any sleep if i'm helping you with your baking," he said, the corners of his mouth tugging upwards sleepily.

smiling over at him, you took the drink from his hand and placed it in the basket. "come on. let's pay for this and then go home."

#3k followers special #moments with them #haikyuu x reader #daichi x you #daichi x y/n #3k followers: moments with them

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sleepover, ft suna rintaro [requested by anon]

"i can't believe i let you convince my parents and yours that this was a good idea," drawled suna, surveying your room with a bored look. "i still don't understand why they agreed. we're not ten anymore. we've got hormones and shit. what if i suddenly find you so sexy i can't control myself?"

"i'd kick you in the balls and throw you out onto the street," you grinned, taking the opportunity to throw one of the many cushions you owned towards him. he caught it deftly, a definite negative of being best friends with an athlete. it was rare that you could hit them with surprise flying projectiles. "anyway, they trust you, and have good reason to. you would never hurt me."

that final statement was said with confidence. there was no reason for you to doubt that statement. in all the years you had known each other, suna had never done anything to hurt you. he was certainly the cause behind most of your feelings of annoyance, and would not hesitate to embarrass you by treating everyone to a photo you hoped would never see the light of day, but he would never hurt you.

suna gave a nod, finally doing what you had been waiting for him to do since you lead him upstairs. he threw himself down on your bed, tucked one arm behind his head and draped the other one across his stomach.

"you need me, i'll be here," he announced, letting his eyes shut.

"fucking typical," you muttered, giving him a hard push that sent him teetering on the edge of the bed. "you are not here to sleep. you are here so we can eat rubbish, watch films and talk shit about people. i already know how much material you've got locked up in that phone of yours and i want you to show it to me."

"don't shove me again, and you've got a deal," suna decided, letting himself drop gracefully to the floor. he stood, turning to face you and sticking out a hand.

agreeing on what food to order was not so easily resolved. you bickered back and forth for almost an hour before you threw down your phone with a huff. instead of communicating with suna about what you were doing, you walked out of your bedroom, stomped down the stairs and into the kitchen. grumbling angrily to yourself, you yanked the frozen pizzas from the freezer, jumping to avoid a tub of ice cream that had come flying out in response. pots, pans and trays clattered as you rifled through the drawers looking for the pizza trays. suna watched all this with an amused smirk: one, because he had already ordered food (and it had been your original choice), and two, because he was currently documenting this moment on his phone.

turning to face him, you spat out, "at least be helpful and taking the fucking pizza from the box."

your eyes narrowed when he walked forward and carried out your request with zero protests. it was suspicious. he was never one to quietly obey.

"what did you do?" you questioned, edging closer to where he had propped up his phone. it was placed at the perfect angle to film the whole thing, a fact that did not escape you. "you... you ordered a takeaway, didn't you?"

his grin widened as he nodded in confirmation and it took all your will power not to close the distance between you and punch him. drawing in a deep breath, you forced yourself to give him a polite, fake smile. your words and tone of voice were far from polite, however, as you commanded, "put the pizza in the fucking oven, dick."

suna had the good sense to listen to you, but only after he had ensured the video was saved on his phone and his phone was out of your reach.

as luck would have it, the amount of food you ended up with was consumed between you two easily over the course of the night. it kept you sustained during the hours you spent talking, ensured that no stomach grumbles could interrupt the films you were watching.

you fell asleep to the sound of explosions and laughter (a weird combination for any movie, but this movie had been the compromise between the two genres you had been torn between), and suna's occasional murmur as he commented on something happening on screen.

it was some time later when you felt a blanket being tucked around you, a hand smoothing back your hair and the gentle press of lips to your forehead.

"good night, ugly," mumbled suna sleepily.

you felt the mattress shift beneath you before you were pulled back into sleep once more.

#just a cheeky lil reblog #actually really like this one and how it turned #definitely not because suna is one of my favourite characters #yep definitely not because of that #this man could insult me and i'd probably still be hopelessly simping for him

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Omg hi! Congrats on 3k! You deserve it so much🥳 I've been following you since i started using tumblr not long ago, and I'm so proud of you!🥺🥺🥺 Kithes to you😘

I really wanna send a request for your event so suna+friends+sleepover

Again, congrats on 3k!!!!

sleepover, ft suna rintaro

thank you! it's honestly kind of surreal tbh, especially because it happened while i was still on my break.

also this was so fun to write! my favourite type of friendships are the ones where you insult the hell out of each other but the love you have for each other is clear through your touches and familiarity, so i based suna and y/n relationship off that

#3k followers special: requests

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sleepover, ft suna rintaro [requested by anon]

"i can't believe i let you convince my parents and yours that this was a good idea," drawled suna, surveying your room with a bored look. "i still don't understand why they agreed. we're not ten anymore. we've got hormones and shit. what if i suddenly find you so sexy i can't control myself?"

"i'd kick you in the balls and throw you out onto the street," you grinned, taking the opportunity to throw one of the many cushions you owned towards him. he caught it deftly, a definite negative of being best friends with an athlete. it was rare that you could hit them with surprise flying projectiles. "anyway, they trust you, and have good reason to. you would never hurt me."

that final statement was said with confidence. there was no reason for you to doubt that statement. in all the years you had known each other, suna had never done anything to hurt you. he was certainly the cause behind most of your feelings of annoyance, and would not hesitate to embarrass you by treating everyone to a photo you hoped would never see the light of day, but he would never hurt you.

suna gave a nod, finally doing what you had been waiting for him to do since you lead him upstairs. he threw himself down on your bed, tucked one arm behind his head and draped the other one across his stomach.

"you need me, i'll be here," he announced, letting his eyes shut.

"fucking typical," you muttered, giving him a hard push that sent him teetering on the edge of the bed. "you are not here to sleep. you are here so we can eat rubbish, watch films and talk shit about people. i already know how much material you've got locked up in that phone of yours and i want you to show it to me."

"don't shove me again, and you've got a deal," suna decided, letting himself drop gracefully to the floor. he stood, turning to face you and sticking out a hand.

agreeing on what food to order was not so easily resolved. you bickered back and forth for almost an hour before you threw down your phone with a huff. instead of communicating with suna about what you were doing, you walked out of your bedroom, stomped down the stairs and into the kitchen. grumbling angrily to yourself, you yanked the frozen pizzas from the freezer, jumping to avoid a tub of ice cream that had come flying out in response. pots, pans and trays clattered as you rifled through the drawers looking for the pizza trays. suna watched all this with an amused smirk: one, because he had already ordered food (and it had been your original choice), and two, because he was currently documenting this moment on his phone.

turning to face him, you spat out, "at least be helpful and taking the fucking pizza from the box."

your eyes narrowed when he walked forward and carried out your request with zero protests. it was suspicious. he was never one to quietly obey.

"what did you do?" you questioned, edging closer to where he had propped up his phone. it was placed at the perfect angle to film the whole thing, a fact that did not escape you. "you... you ordered a takeaway, didn't you?"

his grin widened as he nodded in confirmation and it took all your will power not to close the distance between you and punch him. drawing in a deep breath, you forced yourself to give him a polite, fake smile. your words and tone of voice were far from polite, however, as you commanded, "put the pizza in the fucking oven, dick."

suna had the good sense to listen to you, but only after he had ensured the video was saved on his phone and his phone was out of your reach.

as luck would have it, the amount of food you ended up with was consumed between you two easily over the course of the night. it kept you sustained during the hours you spent talking, ensured that no stomach grumbles could interrupt the films you were watching.

you fell asleep to the sound of explosions and laughter (a weird combination for any movie, but this movie had been the compromise between the two genres you had been torn between), and suna's occasional murmur as he commented on something happening on screen.

it was some time later when you felt a blanket being tucked around you, a hand smoothing back your hair and the gentle press of lips to your forehead.

"good night, ugly," mumbled suna sleepily.

you felt the mattress shift beneath you before you were pulled back into sleep once more.

#3k followers special #haikyuu x reader #suna x reader #suna x y/n #suna rintaro x reader #moments with them #3k followers: moments with them

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first kiss, ft miya atsumu [requested by anon]

there was a comfort which came from knowing someone for a long time, a comfort that put you completely at ease around a person, that allowed you to relax in an embrace given by them.

that comfort, that ease, had never existed between you and astumu.

you were friends, as close as two people could be. osamu would state that you felt like extended family, a sister he'd never had, while your family would embrace the sentiment, treating atsumu as one of their own.

but you lacked that ease of physical contact, and you didn't know if it was because the feel of his arm around you made you think about what it would be like to be his or if he was simply adverse to physical contact towards you.

atsumu rarely hesitated to hug a fan, giving them a friendly squeeze before releasing them. he would gladly put up with their demands for kisses on the cheek, or a photo of them holding hands. with you, a moment of contemplation was required before he would embrace you, his hands carefully placed at the centre of your back. it was never for too long, just long enough to be considered a hug, before he pulled away. at times, you had to fight the urge to clutch at his top and hold onto him. other times, you stiffened in his hold, unsure of how to respond.

he treated you with so much care, so much tenderness, you often found yourself wondering why. but, the idea that it could be because he was in love with you never crossed your mind.

"y/n?" questioned atsumu, reaching over to adjust the blanket currently draped over the both of you. you turned to look at him, eyebrows furrowed. "have ya ever been in love?"

you hesistated. he could see the conflict in your eyes, the confusion. he could see the exact moment you decide to answer his question with one of your own. "have you?"

"i asked ya first," he protested, letting out a laugh as he moved closer, letting his shoulder rest against yours. "i'm curious."

"well, i'm-i-i don't really know how to answer that question," you stammered, heat rushing to your cheeks. all you could focus on was his nearness, the press of his shoulder against yours.

"we'll answer it together," he decided, watching you carefully. it took you a moment before you nodded, gathering your thoughts and deciding on an answer. "ready? three... two... one... yes."

"yes," you breathed, voice barely above a whisper. it took you a moment to register his response before you blurted, "who?"

in all the years you had known atsumu, he had never been in a serious relationship, only over engaging in casual hook ups according to a reliable source called miya osamu.

"was it unrequited? are you together? how have you managed to hide a relationship from everyone?" you continued to fire questions at him.

"to answer one of those questions, we're not together," he admitted, those honey brown eyes still watching you, still trying to gauge your reaction. "i'm not really sure how they feel. i hope it's not unrequited. i'm plannin' on finding out soon."

"do i know them?" you asked.

"you do," he replied. a slight smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. "i'd say ya probably know them better than i do."

"oh," you said, unable to hide the bitter note of disappointment in your voice.

"can i ask ya a question now?" he asked. he'd moved closer to you, was leaning in to peer at your face, his hands twitching at his sides. "who are ya in love with?"

"um, i-i-i..." you trailed off. it was silent between the pair of you, the only sound that of your breaths and the gentle murmur of the television.

"fuck it."

warm, calloused hands cupped your face as he brought his lips to yours. it was just a kiss, a simple press of his lips against yours. they were softer than you thought they'd be, and he was gentle, so gentle as one hand slid back to cup the back of your head, the other moving down to hold your waist, pulling you into him. his lips coaxed yours open, encourging you to return the kiss. you found yourself sinking into the feeling of being held by him, your own arms reaching up to twine together around his neck.

he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours. "just in case you had any doubts, the person i was talking about was you."

#it's that time for reblogging again

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atsumu, friends to lovers, first kiss ahjejqjskwk

first kiss, ft miya atsumu

also know as the first atsumu post of many to be released on this blog in the future.

#3k followers special: requests

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first kiss, ft miya atsumu [requested by anon]

there was a comfort which came from knowing someone for a long time, a comfort that put you completely at ease around a person, that allowed you to relax in an embrace given by them.

that comfort, that ease, had never existed between you and astumu.

you were friends, as close as two people could be. osamu would state that you felt like extended family, a sister he'd never had, while your family would embrace the sentiment, treating atsumu as one of their own.

but you lacked that ease of physical contact, and you didn't know if it was because the feel of his arm around you made you think about what it would be like to be his or if he was simply adverse to physical contact towards you.

atsumu rarely hesitated to hug a fan, giving them a friendly squeeze before releasing them. he would gladly put up with their demands for kisses on the cheek, or a photo of them holding hands. with you, a moment of contemplation was required before he would embrace you, his hands carefully placed at the centre of your back. it was never for too long, just long enough to be considered a hug, before he pulled away. at times, you had to fight the urge to clutch at his top and hold onto him. other times, you stiffened in his hold, unsure of how to respond.

he treated you with so much care, so much tenderness, you often found yourself wondering why. but, the idea that it could be because he was in love with you never crossed your mind.

"y/n?" questioned atsumu, reaching over to adjust the blanket currently draped over the both of you. you turned to look at him, eyebrows furrowed. "have ya ever been in love?"

you hesistated. he could see the conflict in your eyes, the confusion. he could see the exact moment you decide to answer his question with one of your own. "have you?"

"i asked ya first," he protested, letting out a laugh as he moved closer, letting his shoulder rest against yours. "i'm curious."

"well, i'm-i-i don't really know how to answer that question," you stammered, heat rushing to your cheeks. all you could focus on was his nearness, the press of his shoulder against yours.

"we'll answer it together," he decided, watching you carefully. it took you a moment before you nodded, gathering your thoughts and deciding on an answer. "ready? three... two... one... yes."

"yes," you breathed, voice barely above a whisper. it took you a moment to register his response before you blurted, "who?"

in all the years you had known atsumu, he had never been in a serious relationship, only over engaging in casual hook ups according to a reliable source called miya osamu.

"was it unrequited? are you together? how have you managed to hide a relationship from everyone?" you continued to fire questions at him.

"to answer one of those questions, we're not together," he admitted, those honey brown eyes still watching you, still trying to gauge your reaction. "i'm not really sure how they feel. i hope it's not unrequited. i'm plannin' on finding out soon."

"do i know them?" you asked.

"you do," he replied. a slight smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. "i'd say ya probably know them better than i do."

"oh," you said, unable to hide the bitter note of disappointment in your voice.

"can i ask ya a question now?" he asked. he'd moved closer to you, was leaning in to peer at your face, his hands twitching at his sides. "who are ya in love with?"

"um, i-i-i..." you trailed off. it was silent between the pair of you, the only sound that of your breaths and the gentle murmur of the television.

"fuck it."

warm, calloused hands cupped your face as he brought his lips to yours. it was just a kiss, a simple press of his lips against yours. they were softer than you thought they'd be, and he was gentle, so gentle as one hand slid back to cup the back of your head, the other moving down to hold your waist, pulling you into him. his lips coaxed yours open, encourging you to return the kiss. you found yourself sinking into the feeling of being held by him, your own arms reaching up to twine together around his neck.

he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours. "just in case you had any doubts, the person i was talking about was you."

#3k followers special #atsumu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #haikyuu x reader #moments with them #3k followers: moments with them

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hello i saw atsumu supremacy and went here ajakjka and then i saw the blog and realized: OMG YOU’RE BACK!! umm i’ve never interacted bc i am very shy but i want you to know that i’ve been reading ur works and religiously re-read them while you were on a break, just so you know that yes, we remember and missed u!! 💞💞

hahah looks like no one can resist atsumu at this point!

and yes! i am back! and it feels so great to be writing again!

honestly never be scared to interact with me! god, i know how scary it can be. being shy is a real curse, and one that i am way too aware of

but omg that's dedication! thanks you so much for the continued support even when i haven't been active! it honestly means the world to me. i know i'm just a fanfic writer but support really is everything, and it's nice to know that the people who follow actually enjoy the work you put out.

#becca's asks

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its official

the Atsumu Supremacy headquarters will be situated in beccascribbles

ATSUMU STANS UNITE

HOORAH

not even mad about it lol. might just add it to my blog description

the things i would let that man do to me...

words fail me.

like AHDINDHDI just imagine being hugged by him. usually, it's not gentle, it's a crushing of your bodies against each. maybe he even lifts you off your feet, spins you around. and it always ends with a kiss on the top of your head or cheek.

#miya fucking atsumu man #he's just perfect #such a well written character #it's atsumu's world and we're all just living in it #and i except that fact #i embrace it #fully aware i sound like a crazy person but that's the power of tsumu #the crazy thing is he'd love knowing that his fans simp for him #that little smirk he would have as he reads his instagram comments #the slight curl to his lips... #not to mention the disgusted look sakusa is probably given him because he knows just what makes tsumu smirk like that #becca's asks

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grocery shopping, ft iwaizumi hajime [requested by anon]

it was so stupid how something as simple as shopping for food could become a part of the week that iwaizumi genuinely looked forward to.

dressed in clothes that bordered on sleepwear (baggy tops and bottoms), you would drive to your local supermarket. you were armed with a list you had spent last night compiling, with iwaizumi in charge of steering the trolley and holding all the bags (one of the many things his arms were good for - the list was extensive, ranging from lifting you off your feet during a hug or pulling himself up into the loft with no need for a ladder).

you would take the lead, guiding him through a maze of aisles which were easy to get lost in. despite the rigid straight lines and the easy to read labels, you still managed to loose track of where you were going at times, finding yourselves in the meat aisle when what you were really looking for was the milk. your brows would furrow in frustration as you grabbed a packet of mince in a huff, grumbling that it wasn't what you were looking for but you needed it nonetheless. your reaction always caused iwaizumi to laugh, part of the reason behind your ability to get lost.

whenever a look of confusion would pass over your face and your finger would skim down the list, he would know that you had forgotten to add ingredients for (or even think of) a meal. this would lead to a shared look as you would both turn to grab the food you most wanted, a playful argument ensuing over who should choose the final meal.

"i compromised on almost every meal this week," you would declare, to which iwaizumi would shrug.

"i have better taste," he would tease. "i'm more cultured because of all the travelling i do."

he would recieve a middle finger for his light teasing, the twinkle in your eyes telling him it was all in jest. usually, he would let you put what you wanted to eat in the trolley unless it was something truly strange.

there had been one time when you had grabbed pasta (which was not what he was objecting to), chocolate sauce and marshmallows. he had to put his foot down. not only was it a weird food combination, but he was a personal trainer and knew just how unhealthy that was as a dinner. the only thing you had said in response was to 'blame tiktok'. later that same week, he had seen you curled up on the sofa eating a bowl of it.

the only thing both of you hated about your weekly food shop was packing the food away at the till. neither of you were skilled packers, often having to rely on your friends (oikawa) to help you pack for holidays. it wasn't that you were messy or disorganised, it was simply that the both of you didn't know how to place the food to achieve maximum bag space. despite the number of bags you would bring (and you would bring a lot), you would always end up buying one from the shop.

"nope," you protested as iwaizumi reached up to grab one of the bags hanging from a hook. "they have to fit. they have to."

he looked down at you, a comically grave look on his face. "it won't, y/n. we'll just buy another one."

"just load me up, haji," you declared, holding out your arms as a gesture for him to begin placing the small mountain into your hold. he simply ignored you, handing the cashier the correct money and loading up the bag. he glanced over at you, at the adorable frown tugging at your lips.

"help me pack," he said, grinning at the huff you let out as you dropped your arms and began to shove things haphazardly into the bag. a mocking tone took over his voice. "we're going to need another one at this rate."

"nope," you said while you shook your head. "you're going to pile me up if it doesn't fit. i am not spending another penny on any more bags during this shopping trip."

it goes without saying that you ended up buying more bags.

"i swear we buy more food each week," you grumbled.

"well, if you stopped inviting our friends over for dinner, we'd have enough bags..."

"makki invites himself over," you protested, reaching into your bag for the car keys. "besides, you're the one who always wants to 'cook for the team' and 'build your bonds of trust' and some other bullshit i can't remember right now."

"we should start charging a dinner fee," mused iwaizumi.

"or we could stop inviting people over."

"we both know that's not going to happen."

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iwaizumi, lovers, grocery shopping

grocey shopping, ft iwaizumi hajime

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