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petriquors · 1 year
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POV: You just had the worst week ever
a/n: gn!reader, post-timeskip. This one’s for you, sad boy indie car person. 
Listen to this.
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On Sunday, your boyfriend dumped you, beginning the worst week of your life. (So far, you remind yourself, rolling your eyes as far back into your skull as you can.)
On Monday, you found out your regular coffee shop closed.
On Tuesday, you got chewed out by your boss for a mistake you didn’t make.
On Wednesday, your train was out of service and you had to walk several miles home from work.
On Thursday, rent was due, which comparatively isn’t that bad, but still. Ugh.
Things ain't always set in stone; that be known, let me know.
Today, Friday, you dragged your aching body and tired mind through a fairly normal day of work and back home again. You change into pajamas, crack open your bedroom window for some fresh air, and fall face-first into bed, finally able to enjoy some peace and quiet.
Seems like streetlights glowing happen to be just like moments passing in front of me.
Except someone is playing the saddest music you’ve ever heard in your building’s parking lot.
“You have got to be kidding me,” you moan, out loud, because who’s going to hear you? A man’s soft croon and your own aggravation fill your ears; you can’t decide if you’re angry or…if the song, in all its weepy emotional-ness, is exactly what you need right now.
See, I know my destination, I'm just not there.
Annoyance makes your face feel hot, but curiosity stirs in your stomach. You aren’t sure which one makes you sit up.
You swing your legs over the side of your bed, then lean forward with your elbows on your thighs. The song beckons, but the weight of your week holds you down like a monster dragging you to the depths of melancholy.
I'm just not there.
Rubbing your eyes, you fight against your lack of will before standing and padding over to the window. Your fingers brush the cold glass that separates you from the world outside, trace the white pane, and press your fingers against the bottom of the glass.
Raising the window higher, higher, you push it above your head, high enough to stick your head out into the cool spring air. You spot a car, windows down and lights off, with a silhouette of a man faintly outlined by the full moon in front of him. The music floats from his radio, forlornly vocalizing everything you’ve felt this week.
Life just ain't fair.
You suck in a breath. It smells like rain-drenched pavement, fresh grass, blooming flowers—all things you didn’t have the time or energy to pay attention to in the last seven days.
“Hey! Guy in the car!” Your shout is answered by a man sticking his head out the car window. He looks shocked; even as moonlight washes his features, you see embarrassment color his face. 
He’s pretty, you think, and your heart shivers. 
He looks sad, like he’s had a week just like yours. As fate would have it, you feel connected to this stranger, and you think you have nothing at all to lose.
“Sorry,” he shouts back, “I can—”
Quickly, you shake your head. Don’t turn it off. Don’t stop. Don’t leave. “What song is that?”
🤍 YAMAGUCHI, Suna, Oikawa, Atsumu, Ukai Jr., TERUSHIMA, Akaashi
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hinata-boke · 7 months
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tiny birthday boy doodle!!
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moonbeamwritings · 1 year
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To anyone else, a couple sitting together at breakfast not speaking to each other may seem odd, but for you and Kiyoomi, though, it’s nothing out of the ordinary.
“So, you’re away for a game this Friday, right?”
His response comes in the way of a slight nod, eyes narrowed in focus on the plate of food in front of him.
“When will you be home? Monday?”
He nods again, and your eyebrows crease in confusion. You open your mouth to question why he’s suddenly acting so strange, but before you can, Kiyoomi’s tilting his head in the direction of the table to your left. And then you hear it — the gossip.
“I just can’t believe she would do that! I thought she was my friend, ya know?”
Your mouth snaps shut in an instant, anxious to hear what unfolds next.
“Well,” the girl on the other side starts, clearly apprehensive, “she has liked him since high school. I thought you knew that.”
Silverware clatters down to the table. Whatever answer the first girl was expecting, it certainly wasn’t that. You and Kiyoomi share a pointed look, your mouths full of food.
“He’s my ex-fiancé. Are you serious right now?”
You have to control your face, taking a sip from your coffee mug to hide your surprise. Kiyoomi’s no better — eyes all but bulging at the new bit of information.
“I think you’re being a little unfair.”
You and Kiyoomi lock eyes in an instant, sharing looks that scream “oh shit.”
“Unfair?” The first girl is incredulous, and you can tell she’s biting back the volume in her voice. You have to strain to hear what she says next. “They started hooking up the second him and I broke up.”
Kiyoomi hides another expression behind his fist, cheeks stuffed with pancakes. His eyes widen, brows raising as he looks at you over his hand. You’re familiar enough with what you lovingly call Kiyoomi-speak to know he’s saying, “Can you believe this shit?”
Your expression mirrors his own.
You spend the rest of your meal digesting the conversation coming from the table beside you, and as you walk back to your apartment, Kiyoomi’s hand in yours, you unpack it together.
“Her ex seems like a dick.”
“He does! The friend is no better either.”
“Mm,” Kiyoomi’s brow furrows. “That friend she was eating with kind of sucks, too. It seemed like she was pulling out all of these excuses for the other girl.”
“That’s what I was gonna say! She probably knew all along.”
“Mm, probably.”
You continue to chat the whole way home, and as silly as it sounds, the idle conversation has warmth thrumming beneath your skin. It’s nice, you think as Kiyoomi delves into the theory that the poor girl was probably cheated on. To have someone who understands you, someone you can always rely on to people watch and gossip with you.
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kimbapisnotsushi · 3 months
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you know what. miya "i called my fans 'pigs' over a simple misunderstanding and i genuinely don't care what other people think of me and my shit mouth" atsumu and sakusa "i walked up to kageyama tobio and the first thing i said implied that karasuno sucked ass" kiyoomi fucking DESERVE each other
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chaosemmie · 3 months
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streamers
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touchlikethesun · 6 days
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if you told kageyama and hinata that they could improve their timing and strengthen their hitter/setter bond by kissing they would immediately start making out. even if they weren’t interested in the other like that at all before, those boys would do anything for volleyball
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quixoatic · 8 months
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this is sakusa kiyoomi he has 9 counts of attempted murder via eye offending clothes
Part 1 | Part 2
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viviaj · 3 months
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a man who just wants you and needs you and would do anything for you (gone sexual)
// this is a self-insert.. it can be abt anyone u want ;3 !! but if u need some help: atsumu, kaeya, zoro, wriothesely, shoyo.. literally anyone that’s funny but also ;) KUROO
he’s been making you laugh all night. lighthearted conversation not slowing down, and countless attempts at getting you to roll your eyes at him. he looks good, too, like, casual good. black sweats and freshly washed hair.
he’s sitting on your bed, feet flat on the floor looking up at you as you go about your business. he’s a strange guy, he says something unfunny, yet its hard to not laugh. its cringey and genuinely stupid, yet comforting all the same.
you’ve been parading some new clothes on for yourself, styling pieces for him to nod and approve at. the way you move around is everything to him. he could just watch you, permanently. he wouldn’t need his phone, or a book or a computer. just you.
and that has him hard in his pants. just watching you do your thing, your glow from previously being out, with friends and at the shops— it didn’t matter.
“hey,”
“yeah?” you cheerily turn toward him, eager to keep conversation alive.
“come here,” his smile has you complicit, walking over to him, “wanna sit?”
you look down.
eyes fluttering between how hard he is and his eyes— at how fast this all changed. he’s so pretty and you just want to nod and nod and nod to him, that you’d do anything with him.
“yes, i do. yeah, okay. i don’t wanna hurt you, though, so—”
“here,” he interrupts you, guiding your hips down, “yeah, just like that,” the genuine smile on his face gives you courage.
neither of you dare to move once you’re fully sat, no one shifting or grinding, just resting on each other.
“do you feel what you do to me?” he almost laughs in exasperation. everything he says is so genuine, “i’m hard just thinking about you.” the honesty hurts.
the man underneath you is everything. he’s so sincere now that he’s not trying to make you laugh, not trying to make you roll your eyes at the stupid things he says. he doesn’t have to work for your attention.
“can i move?” you whisper, his cock so painfully there. your eyes don’t move from his.
“yeah, just— shit,” he hisses, “fuck. slowly. just rock back and forth a little.”
and it’s so easy. it’s so easy and he’s looking right at you and he’s telling you how good it feels, and god, don’t you know how long he’s wanted this for?
“is this okay? i mean, does it feel good? am i doing—”
“perfect,” he reaches a hand up to the back of your head, “it’s perfect.” his large hand pulls your head down to his, face to face with what you’re doing, who you’re doing.
he looks down at your lips, breaking the unbreakable eye contact you’d had so far, and presses his lips against yours. your hips stutter here and there, unused to the motion, but desperate to keep it there.
“let me take care of you.”
you nod.
his hands are polite on your hips, firm in how he handles you. he slides himself to the head of the bed, patting right between his open legs.
“saved you a spot,” he grins. and you remember this is the same man from an hour ago. you roll your eyes, yet sit right there, your back pressed to his chest, “this okay?” he says with his hands so close to your waistband. you nod again.
“you’re very compliant with me.” he says, and there’s nothing— no words, that could justify that. because he’s right, “i almost expected you to laugh at me more.” his slender fingers dip beneath your clothes, and he’s kind of an asshole, but he’s touching you so nicely.
“oh,” you grab onto his wrist, “feels good,” he nods against your skin.
his other hand just wants to feel you. the outside of your neck, the crease in your elbow. the curve of your ear, the shape of your breasts.
it’s obsessive.
your head drops onto his shoulder, your eyes turning to meet his and you realise he’s been looking at you this whole time. you avert your eyes, a slight red brushing your cheeks.
he’s still looking at you with a slight smile on his face. “you shy?”
“a little,” you reply for integrity’s sake.
he absolutely beams.
all the while you can feel him right against your back. he’s right there. just playing with you, hooked on every whimper and moan and twitch he can get from you.
“i’ve been waiting so long for you, you have no idea.” his sincerity is overwhelming and so are his fingers.
you nod. because that’s all you can do. “another, another. please.” you pant towards him.
“another what? tell me what you want.” he’s smiling, you can feel it.
“finger. please. can i, please?” oh, he melts. your voice softening for him and your body tense against his cock, he feels like he’s going to cum in his pants. he might.
“of course. whatever you want.” his free hand glides against your jaw, fingers grazing the side of your neck. he needs to kiss it, and bite it and leave something there. maybe as proof that this is real, that he has you how he wants you. feeling good.
so he does, he laps at your neck slowly. his fingers don’t stop fingering you, but he raises his thumb to rub at you. and that has you really going. twitching back into him, jumpy moans and sweet noises coming from you, uncontrollably it seems. your hand goes to cover your mouth.
“don’t ruin a good thing, baby. move your hand. let me hear you.”
“it’s embarrassing,” you stutter out.
he grins again, teeth grazing your neck. “i know. it’s okay.”
and it’s when you cum, with hips bucking and hand gripped onto his wrist, that he doesn’t stop.
tears well up in your eyes, “i came. i came, i came,” you chant, maybe he didn’t notice, maybe he didn’t realise.
“i know.” there’s no emotion in his voice, he’s so concentrated, so invested in what he can get out of you. what sounds, what actions, the way you move. it’s like he’s on a timer, he only has so much of it with you and he needs to milk it to its fullest.
“it’s sensitive, please. it’s too much,” tears well up in your eyes.
“you gonna cry?”
you nod against him.
“i’m sorry,” he presses his lips to where he’s bitten your neck, “brave girl. tough it out.”
what he says leaves you with no choice. something clicks in your head and you nod over and over again.
you whine and cry, blubbering words and sentences that don’t make sense. sensing that you’re going to cum again, you push against his fingers.
“don’t. stay still.”
“i can’t,” you whine, “i can’t again.”
“you can.” he smiles. he smiles and smiles and all you can do is twitch and cry out.
and when you cum for him again, pleasure overwhelming every part of you, he flips you onto your back, strong hands gently laying you back.
“my turn,” his grin melts as he presses the head of his cock into you. he preens at the feeling of you hugging him, “oh fuck. feels perfect. you’re perfect.”
your eyes scrunch closed, blubbering like someone who’s forgotten speech.
he’s sliding in and out of you, wanting to feel every single centimetre of himself in you. it’s heaven and he can’t believe that this will have to end.
your head starts to hit the soft headboard, tears still pilled up from the overstimulation on your body.
and then it just stops. he pulls out of you.
“back to you baby,” his hands slide against you once more, and you know it’s going to end with you sobbing against him.
a fun night.
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poxei · 2 years
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summer 🍉🌞🏐
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dizzybizz · 1 month
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little sketch dump of mostly tgaa ehehehehehe
a few of those character reqs but all the reqs r from last year bc i decided i hated the pages i did for them previously
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n here're some older tgaas i never got around to posting:
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petriquors · 1 year
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POV: your best friend is in love with you
a/n: post-timeskip, MSBY4, gn!reader
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🤍 MIYA ATSUMU 🤍
“Hell no.”
“What do you mean, ‘hell no’?” you whine. “Come on, Atsumu; I haven’t been on a date in months—”
“Because men are animals—”
“You’re an animal!”
Touché, Atsumu thinks, while he stares at your bedroom ceiling. He’s supposed to be helping you pick out an outfit for this first date you have planned for tonight, and, genuinely, he doesn’t like anything you’re picking out. Every outfit looks perfect on you, so much that his heart leaps into his throat every time you emerge from your closet, and that’s exactly why they’re not good enough.
Because you won’t be wearing them on dates with him. Like an animal, you said, he’s territorial; and no one deserves to be going on dates with his best friend when it’s so obvious that you’re meant to be with him.
🤍 BOKUTO KORATO 🤍
Panic sets in as soon as Kotaro realizes what he just did. There were lips. And skin. His lips. Your skin.
All you were doing was giving him a hug goodbye. You hug him all the time, even though he’s started holding you a little tighter; you’ve started to joke that he’s going to crush you with his chest. It’s adorable.
He’s been playing with fire lately, between the tighter hugs, the lingering looks, the fleeting touches to your hands and the small of your back. But now, he thinks that he’s about to get burned.
He kissed your forehead. 
It was just for a second, a quick brush of his lips against your skin while you were in his arms. Now that the hug is over, you’re standing in front of him, smiling.
You pat his arms, smile a little wider, and finally tear yourself away. “See you later, Ko!”
He breathes a heavy sigh while he watches you leave. You didn’t notice. Deep down, Kotaro wishes that you did.
🤍 HINATA SHOYO 🤍
“Hey, sunshine!”
When he hears Hinata shout a cliche pet name at the top of his lungs, Meian picks his head up to watch what’s about to happen, betting that Hinata’s going to get a Sakusa-shaped elbow to the face. Where he expects to see his glowering junior, however, he sees you.
You giggle something in response, and the MSBY captain watches Hinata’s face light up from over your shoulder. You fling your arms around him. He pulls you into his chest. It makes Meian’s heart ache as if someone’s squeezing his hand too hard.
“Sunshine, huh?” he teases Hinata once you’re out of sight. “Since when are you dating anybody?”
Hinata gives him a blank stare. “We’re not dating. That’s my best friend.”
Meian can’t help the way he rolls his eyes, or the dry, disbelieving chuckle that falls from his lips. “Yeah, sure they are.”
🤍 SAKUSA KIYOOMI 🤍
The weight of a month-long training camp falls on your shoulder when Kiyoomi’s head rolls to the side. “Missed you,” he mumbles, eyes closed.
He’s next to you on your sofa, after he dragged himself to your apartment first thing when he got back—before even going to his own place.
He had shampoo and a spare change of clothes already packed, anyway. And when Kiyoomi, exhausted from the frustration of a new routine, shows up at your door, who are you to deny him a warm shower and a shoulder to rest his head on? It’s what best friends are for, you told yourself. 
Little do you know, that’s what he told himself, too, but he was trying to convince himself that’s all this is, and absolutely nothing more.
“‘M glad you’re home,” you murmur, patting his wet curls.
There’s a tiny, upward twitch to his lip. Best friends, he reminds himself. That’s definitely all this is.
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hinata-boke · 6 months
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crunchy short hair akaashi doodle
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ljs98art · 5 months
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GUESS WHAT?? Nabbit’s back 😎
Thank you Julia Drawfee for the inspiration for this one. I was watching the drawfee super mario wonder stream and got inspired 😌
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kimbapisnotsushi · 6 months
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haikyuu is NOT realistic!!!! and it's not because of the underdog plotline or the insane athletic skill or funky character designs but because in the timeskip everyone gets a job that they are perfectly content with and more or less suits them to a tee and don't seem concerned for their futures whatsoever all before the age of thirty
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moniehon · 17 days
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Yuri bokuaka Im always thinking about u
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iizuumi · 9 months
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rescue
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