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i made a quiz to determine which emotionally tortured and angelically talented art pop girl you are! here it is :-) reblog with your moon sign and who you get

The ceasefire agreement was reached and joy is floating among the Palestinian people

𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐃𝐎

ft: multiple characters

synopsis: haikyuu boys doing thigh clenching things and making me want to smooch their face with my dior lip glow lip gloss.

content warnings: suggestive so like 17+ i am begging. some of this can also be considered bare minimum for men irl but those standards don’t apply to these kings here.

notes from the author: i keep telling y’all i’m gonna write something original but that’s not gonna happen right at this moment i’m sawri so enjoy this timeless masterpiece 🙏🏽. reblogs, likes, and comments are appreciated as always. but anyways i revamped this and made it better and less age appropriate lol.

— Such a tease oh my fkn god. Likes to say such condescending shit like “mhm really” or “oh yeah?” in that voice (y’all know the one!) and he does it in the most inopportune times. Likes to whisper it in your ear and

MATSUKAWA ISSEI, miya atsumu, SUNA RINTAROU, morisuke yaku, TSUKISHIMA KEI, yūji terushima, futakuchi kenji, kenma kozume

— When he’s hot from like workouts or practice or something he’ll put his shirt between his teeth and rub at his abs. Sweat dripping from his face and dripping onto his chest YES PLEASE. He will smirk if you catches you staring at him like sir you good how can I not stare?!

ARAN OJIRO, oikawa tooru, ATSUMU MIYA, iwaizumi hajime, daichi samamura, tanaka ryūnsoke, KUROO TETSURO, BOKUTO KŌTARŌ

— Always smell good. There has never been a time where you’ve been around him and he hasn’t smelled absolutely amazing. Makes you want to keep your face in his chest forever. 

AKAASHI KEIJI, KITA SHINSUKE, aran ojiro, matsukawa issei, SUGAWARA KŌSHI, ushijima wakatoshi, aone takenobu, osamu miya, yamaguchi tadashi, SAKUSA KIYOOMI

— Wearing his sweatpants really low around the house, the GRAY ones and they’re low enough to where you can see the start of his v-line but high enough to tease you. Like there’s no business he should be walking like a little whore respect yourself!!!

OIKAWA TOORU, tsukishima kei, ATSUMU MIYA, osamu miya, asahi azumane, tendou satori, AKINORI KONOHA

— When you’re talking to him he’ll stare at your lips and then he’ll lick his while smiling, before looking away. Knows exactly what he is doing when he does that and he loves to get you flustered because he’s an asshole.

kuroo tetsuro, MATSUKAWA ISSEI, YŪJI TERUSHIMA, tanaka ryūnsoke, semi eita, takahiro hanamaki, ATSUMU MIYA

— Keeping eye contact with you at all times to make sure you know that he’s listening to you. Will never take his eyes off of you. Sometimes his eyes will drift elsewhere because his mind starts to think about other things but nonetheless a respectful king! So he’ll always direct his attention back to you.

AKAASHI KEIJI, yamaguchi tadashi, semi eita, USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, suna rintarou, aran ojiro, DAICHI SAWAMURA

— Accessorizing and wearing some type of accessory like a chain or some rings with every single outfit, makes them look very well put together. The RINGS on their fingers omg I’m palpitating.

tanaka ryūnsoke, MATSUKAWA ISSEI, SUNA RINTAROU, kyōtani kentarou, aran ojiro, SEMI EITA, kageyama tobio

— Tapping his hands against the steering wheel while driving, will also reverse with his palm. Also for a little razzle dazzle he NEVER takes his hand off your thigh while he’s driving. He keeps it there and thinks he’s slick when his hand travels but he’s not so.

KUROO TETSURO, tsukishima kei, suna rintarou, SAKUSA KIYOOMI, kenjirō shirabu, goshiki tsutomu, NISHINOYA YŪ, hinata shoyo

— Likes to tilt your chin up and give you a peck when you’re mad at him. Or he’ll come up behind you and give you little kisses on your neck and stuff and will probably be like “lemme make it up to you baby?” and it’s just like ILL NEVER GET MAD AT YOU AGAIN SEXY!!!

SUNA RINTAROU, MATSUKAWA ISSEI, atsumu miya, takahiro hanamaki, kuroo tetsurō

the second kuroo bursts into the kitchen with your son of fourteen months in his arms, you know you’ve won.

"you cheated!" he accuses with a pointed finger, cradling your baby in his other arm.

your smile threatens to spread across your face as you place the last of your katsu in your airfryer, but you manage to school your impression into something blank. "i don’t know what you’re talking about."

“cheater!” he cries, following you to the sink as you wash your hands and place your cutlery away. your baby gurgles as he does.

“still no clue,” you say, playing dumb as you shake your hands and walk into the living room.

"you know what you did!" kuroo trails you all this while, and you can imagine all 189 cm of him irately bobbing around your house.

you try not to laugh, and wrangle your expression into a blank stare as you sit down on your couch, looking up at him. "i do not."

"you taught him to say mama."

it's the look on his face: the squinting eyes, the exaggerated scowl, and the mussed up hair that makes him look ridiculous. you can’t help it—the corner of your mouth twitches.

"you’re smiling!" he explodes, shifting your son into his other arm. "i knew it!"

your son blinks at the noise, looking from his father to you, and he smiles. extending his arms, he reaches for you. “mama!”

“see?!” your husband wails, and you stand up briefly to take your son before sitting back down. “that’s against the rules!”

“what rules?” you say with a roll of your eyes, unable to help your smile any longer, allowing your son to play with your hair. "mama is a perfectly normal thing for a child to say."

"he couldn't even form a single syllable a week ago!" kuroo snaps, "you coached him!"

you giggle, partly because he was right, but also he looked cute stomping to the armchair and sitting down, crossing his arms and pouting. 

you suppress a laugh at his touchiness, but nudge your son. "baby, where’s papa?"

his eyes blink up at you, then he points at your husband. tetsuro glares at the chubby little hand of his traitorous son.

"go give papa a hug," you say, setting him down. he takes wide steps and bends back and forth on his hips before giving up and speed crawling to his father. 

despite kuroo’s pout, he bends over to pick up his son. 

"you can always try again with baby number two," you remind him.

"yeah, yeah," he grumbles, leaning back so your son can settle on his chest. "you’re lucky you're the love of my life and i can set aside my competitiveness for you."

you chuckle. "hey, baby," you call to your son, and the boy looks back at you, his hands on the collar of your husband’s shirt. you see the affection that opens up on tetsuro's face when he looks at his child, and it makes your heart twinge. "say papa."

your son doesn’t falter, offering you a smile. "mama!"

ugh my god, stupid frat boy gojo that turns out to be nothing like he seems.

yes, he's always at parties and being loud and reckless, but you take a swig of his jack and coke and only get the coke—because he really doesn't like the taste of alcohol that much.

yes, he's dating a new girl once a week and being fawned over constantly and hitting on everyone he sees, but his pick-up lines actually suck ??? and all the partners he moves on from all kind of say the same thing, that he never stops talking and is actually kind of weird ?? the sex isn't good or bad because there's no sex, at all.

and he's also much smarter than he looks and actually studies a lot in the library late at night and is a better tutor in physics than you could ever expected.

just as annoying as you figured, though.

hockey au sero …… you’ve poisoned my brain.

after his game, he takes you on the ice, after he showers ofc. he’s exhausted and tired but he wants to spend a little time with you so he teaches you how to skate ….. he’s holding your hands and skating backwards meanwhile you’re terrified of falling, but in his words, he’d “never let that happen”. it’s going pretty well, you’re starting to feel pretty graceful, then all of a sudden, he stops. and you crash into his chest. but do you fall ? ofc not ! bc hes holding your waist and the next thing you know he’s cupping your face and asking for a kiss and you nod and fuck you’re kissing and wait omg was this was his plan all along ?? holy shit.

ive been sighing over this all day.

the idea he lures you on to the ice, saying he's still wound up from the game, but really he just wants to spend time with you sharing his passion--

and he slowly gets touchy, more flirty, until he tricks you into crashing with him.... and he's dipping you, about to kiss you on the ice when the speaker system crackles to life.

"No sexual contact on my ice," Aizawa's voice booms. Sero is already sheepishly separating, waving to the announcer box with an apologetic grin, "Go home, Sixteen,"

here’s a snippet from my football player!sero fic. idk when imma finish it but i love it so much i wanna share it with y’all :3

cw: fem!reader, making out, heavy petting(?), sero is whipped for reader, not proofread at all

“yeah we can take it slow, reallll slow if we have to. im good at slow.” sero says, sitting up and nodding his head, agreeing with his own statement.

“hanta” you says, and he looks at you slightly confused, “you’re the fastest and most dynamic running back in the entire conference, what have you ever known about ‘going slow’?”

“sero,” you start, placing a hand on his chest, and he frowns at you, “hanta, sorry,” you correct yourself with a warm face, “you don’t have to feel bad about running into me or hurting me or anything like that.” you bite at your lips and avoid his gaze. “things like that happen all the time. i was in the wrong place at the wrong time and i shouldn’t have to be your burden nor problem to try and fix.”

“im not doing this cause i trampled and almost killed you” he says “sorry again by the way,” he says, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek, “im doing this cause i like you. i want to get to know you and your work more, i think you’re fascinating. and i kinda dont give a shit if you dont want my help, im taking care of you until you’re fully healed if you like it or not. dont think of it as me pitying you, im doing it cause you deserve it.”

its nice. having someone to hold like this and someone to hold you too.

but then, the universe decides to disturb the only peace youve seemed to get in the past week or so, and seros phone alarm rings heavy across your dorm, snaping you from your sleepy haze. you assume its his cue to start getting ready for his night practice before his game.

he slips his phone from his sweats and turns the alarm off, “i gotta go,” he says into your hair and you sleepily nod against him, “i know.”

“ill be back as soon as the busses get in, take you to lunch, or maybe i’ll make yo—“

you press your fingers to his lips in an effort to shut him up, “no. youre gonna get back, go to your apartment, and get some rest. i’ll be fine.”

“but—,” he squeeks out but you frown and press your fingers even firmer against his lips, “no buts” you say.”

he smiles and brings his arms from around you, grabbing hold of your hand that attempted to silence him, and kisses it.

he starts at your palm and works his way up to your fingers, peppering small kisses about your hand, keeping eye contact with you.

your face heats more and you turn your head from him to hide your girlish giggle. for him, it was easy to bring out your bashful side.

it feels weird, whatever the two of you have going on. he’s the universitys star running back, in the runnings for some of the most prestigious awards, trophies, and honors, and you’re just some nobody geek who needed a topic to do your work study on.

how the stars aligned for the two of you to cross paths, you’re not sure of, but you couldnt be anymore greatful.

all because he ran into you. literally.

he slowly and carefully starts to separate himself from you, scooting back and standing up from your slightly lofted bed, stumbling and almost falling.

you laugh and cover your smile, much to seros dismay. he could be so clumsy for such a focused athlete.

you try not to feel sad as he collects his things to leave, even though you were just telling him that he didn’t have to dote on you so much. you dont know how to feel really. youve never been treated this nice before.

he gathers the last of his things, keys clinking in his hand as he looks to see if he’s missing anything. after triple checking, his alarm sounds off again and he curses, “i thought i told you to shut up.”

you watch as he slips his phone back into his sweats before trotting over to you, leaning down and placing his hands on both sides of your body, caging you in.

he infiltrates your personal space so easily, but with a gentleness you can’t describe, so you don’t complain. your noses are almost touching and you can feel the breath from his nose blowing onto your face.

“ill be rooting for you,” you breathe, trying to keep your eyes from flickering from his eyes to his lips.

“id expect nothing less of my biggest fan,” hanta replies and you roll your eyes with a smile, the tension finally being broken by his insufferable humor.

“stay off that leg,” he reminds you with a huff and hard stare, “i mean it.”

“aye aye captain,” you reply, finally breaking and letting your eyes flit down to his lips, annoyed you couldn’t keep your composure, but glad youd finally indulged in this little game between the two of you.

hanta does the same and slowly begins to close into your space and you let him, heartbeat heavy in your ears.

theres a part of of you telling yourself to stop and that this was wrong but you didnt care. you didnt care one bit and if some part of sero was telling himself the same thing, he didnt seem to care either.

he carefully slots his mouth against yours and exhales through his nose, relieved he’d finally been able to kiss you.

his lips are soft and gentle as they slide against yours, and you wonder if yours feel the same, if he’d like the way this felt as much as you did.

a hunger washes over him and he pushes a little more into you,noses rubbing almost uncomfortably against each other, your covered breasts rubbing on his chest.

and before you can make a move to go any further, sero breaks the kiss, pulling away from you with a smack that reverberates off your dorm room walls.

“sorry”, he huffs, breathing hard and fast, trying to regain some sort of coherent thought, dazed from the touch of your lips, “im sorry.”

“its okay,” you reassure, shaking your head and ringing your fingers in your lap. “i didnt mind.”

he looks up to you and you smile bashfully, still hot from your kiss.

he lowers his head back down with a smile before straightening himself and walks backwards towards your dorm room door.

“kick their asses,” you smile and he smiles back.

“aye aye captain” he salutes, before opening your door and slipping through, giving you a knowing look and a wave before closing it, the auto lock clicking into place.

you flop down onto your bed, cover your face with your hands, and smile so big your cheeks hurt. if you could kick your legs in excitement, you would but unfortunately you’d have to settle for slightly less exciting expressions of joy.

“he’s gonna be so fucking late.”

✨Throwback✨

Redraw of my first art of 2022

I really missed drawing jjk, especially geto. I always meant to add gojo but I never got around to do it.. art took so long back then. These were done in half the time it took me to draw only geto and it’s much more my style, I’m super happy with the shading here. I realized that I used to put much more effort into little details and easter eggs than I do now and I want to work on that in the future. So here’s to another year of finding my art style and improving 🫶🏼

𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗦𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗟 𝗖𝗥𝗨𝗦𝗛!!!!!

↳ what it'd be like if the hq boys had a crush on you!

characters: kageyama tobio, semi eita, toru oikawa, miya osamu, kuroo tetsuro, akaashi keij, suna rintaro

warnings: fluff!! swearing here and there :) slight rivals to lovers in suna!

a/n: I WAS ABOUT TO NOT INCLUDE SUNA BUT MY WHORE INSTINCTS TOOK OVER THIS IS SO SHAMEFUL. thinkin about making a pt 2 with other characters but omg this took forever. hate to toot my own horn, but i kinda went off... (kags might be a bit ooc,,, but i think that's on me, not him </3)

poor, precious kageyama tobio who is so clueless in matters of love and how to 'woo' someone (that's the word his mother used when he asked), that he resorted to ask the members of the volleyball club.

the only useful advice kageyama tobio got was from sugawara, asahi and daichi, who told him to 'just be himself', because even though he's 'prickly on the edges', he's naturally a kind and reassuring person.

kageyama tobio who tries his best to spend as much time as possible with you, whether it be asking to tag along with you everywhere- to the school office, to the vending machines, to your locker, etc. it's the little moments that really count to him.

kageyama tobio who gets flustered whenever hinata, tanaka or nishinoya teases him about his little crush on you before telling them to 'shut up, idiot!' when they jokingly say 'man up and grow some balls!'

when you offer to study with him during exam season, kageyama tobio turns into a blushing mess, stammering over his words as he tries his best to get out a 'yes please, i would appreciate that a lot!'.

kageyama tobio, who you're still scared of a little sometimes because he's got that towering height to him and a stern appearance, but you're reminded of just how dorky and awkward he really is and it brings a smile to your face.

kageyama tobio, who's gone to the vending machine so many times with you that he knows your favourite drinks and snacks, listening to you muttering about which option you'd want. he buys it for you sometimes and he insists that he doesn't need repayment as he waves your complaints off by sipping on his carton of milk.

kageyama tobio knows your birthday and always makes an effort to bring it up whenever it's the week before to let you know that he remembers.

he saves any photos you have together because even kageyama tobio doesn't really enjoy looking at pictures of himself, it's worth saving it as his phone home screen because you're in it- and he won't change the home screen for months- years even.

kageyama tobio who is actually really funny and has a good sense of humour that he effortlessly makes you laugh.

you offer your headphones to kageyama tobio when he asks you what you're listening to, and he's so silent as well that you think he might secretly dislike your music taste until the next time he approaches you and asks to share earphones.

kageyama tobio, who doesn't realise you're at one of his games until you're running down from the stands and congratulating him, bringing him into a huge hug that makes him short circuit. 'this is nice' he thinks as he finally gets the hint from hinata to hug you back, the affectionate gesture of you making the effort to come and actually watch him play makes him feel warm, and he prays you can't feel how fast his heart is beating.

kageyama tobio, who ALMOST confessed to you on total accident, because he actually sent you a love song (that you've listened to many times before) and told you it reminds him of you.

you jokingly ask kageyama tobio whether if not he likes you or something, followed by an emoji so he knows you're kidding (because he's actually quite clueless about your sarcasm through text and needs indicators), and he almost falls off his bed.

kageyama tobio ACTUALLY confessing after one of his volleyball games, when he's still high on adrenaline and excitement over the victory that he can't help but tell you.

kageyama tobio who hears the cheers of his friends when you accept his date offer and doesn't even have the heart to tell the volleyball club members to 'shut the fuck up!' when you reach up to his cheek to place a kiss there.

semi eita, who's the sweetest boy you could possibly have a crush on, and if he liked you back? you've struck gold.

semi eita, who leans his ear down to hear you if the room is too loud, and if that doesn't work, he tells everyone else around him to 'shut up' so he can listen to you successfully.

semi eita, who huffs in amusement when you draw on his skin and you stop, thinking he doesn't like it, but he compliments the little smiley face you've drawn and you beam at him, your smile making him internally panic just a little. he draws a matching smiley face on your hand.

his features make his gaze look naturally intense and determined and he's aware of how this might scare some people, but with you, semi eita tries to look as gentle as possible, because he doesn't want to scare you off.

semi eita who shares his food with you, but rejects anyone else who tries to take some as well.

semi eita, who doesn't realise that he's doing this, but mentally makes a note of things that remind him of you. that bouquet outside the florist he just walked past? the colour scheme reminded him of you. the specific scent of a candle? he thinks you'd like it. an outfit he saw someone wear? he can hear you gush about it.

he's an incredible listener, but semi eita always has something to add to the conversation and it's easy to keep talking with him.

when he got your number, semi eita unconsciously added a heart emoji next to it before deleting it and mentally scolding himself.

semi eita, who freaked out when you laid your head on his shoulder on purpose since you were so tired, but as you went to sit back straight, semi smiled and told you you could take a nap on him if you wanted. now it was your turn to freak out as you mentally remembered his offer.

semi eita, who was relentlessly teased by tendou when you actually fell asleep on his shoulder next time.

after that, semi eita isn't as shy about physical contact- granted, he still asks for permission, but he'll take your hand in his without realising. first time he did so, you were incredibly flustered and when he notices that he's holding your hand, he also becomes incredibly flustered. it's a mess because you're both spluttering words, flushed in the face.

you've definitely compared hand sizes together and semi eita loves it so much that he just does it whenever, smirking at the difference.

gestures of affection occur naturally. it's common for semi eita to greet you with a welcoming hug when he sees you at the start of the day, you'll hold on to his shoulder to get his attention and he'll drape his arm over your shoulder when you're walking somewhere.

it's so natural, that when you and semi eita start dating, you immediately are comfortable with each other's bodies (not even in any suggestive way, you've just traced the lines on his palms so many times.)

semi eita has written songs about you before and only showed them to you when you started dating.

semi eita who makes you so effortlessly happy that you're bursting at the seems with love for him. you'd be happy to know that he feels the same way, wondering what good deed he did in a previous life to have you now.

oikawa tooru, who searches every room he enters, hoping that maybe you're in the same one. when he finds you, he yells your name in a cheery tone before jogging over to you.

oikawa tooru, who inserts himself into any situation that includes you. group project? he's already moving over to your desk before you could even look at your best friend. school trip? he's taking the seat beside you, end of story. pairing up with someone during physical education? oikawa's wandering towards you (even though you're intimidated by the man's athletic abilities.)

oikawa tooru, who seeks for your validation. you come to a few of his volleyball games per his request and feels his ego shoot up by miles when you tell him you're proud of him and that he's amazing.

you learnt how to make paper rings and taught oikawa tooru how to as well, and he gave his first one to you. you took it gratefully and handed him one of your more successful ones and he wore it around for the whole day. he keeps it on his desk now.

oikawa tooru, who could be swarmed by a group of fangirls, but when you walk past the school grounds talking with a bunch of friends, he's calling your name and breaking away so he can talk to you.

everyone can see how smitten oikawa tooru is for you, except you, and it frustrates everyone to no end.

oikawa tooru has been friendzoned 27 times by you, and counting.

"why would oikawa go for someone like me?" you would say to your friends, and it's a genuine question, because someone as dazzling and bold as oikawa tooru did not belong with you.

oikawa tooru, who overhears you and feels his heart drop.

oikawa tooru, who knows what it's like being insecure and uncomfortable in their own skin, comforting you when it matters most. he repeats what he wants people to say most to him, "you're incredible and that will never change, you're loved for a reason y/n and you're enough."

you're a little embarrassed that he caught you at a time of vulnerability, but oikawa tooru waves off your apology and tells you that he's always happy to help. he just hopes you'll stop burdening yourself with bottled up thoughts.

oikawa tooru, who hates losing you in a crowd, so he'll grab onto your shoulders like a conga line.

"i'm pretty, you're pretty, i think we would make a pretty good couple," oikawa tooru once told you. that got him a whack from iwaizumi and a harmless eye roll from you.

oikawa tooru, who shows off photos of you to his nephew and takeru has had enough of his uncle gushing endlessly.

oikawa tooru, when asked 'who's the prettiest person you know', says your name first without hesitation. he then adds on a pathetic "i'm still pretty amazing myself, but it's exhausting carrying these good looks all the time".

oikawa tooru, who squealed in delight when you finally agreed to go on a date with him.

miya osamu, who is one of the most caring people you've ever met.

miya osamu, who brings food just for you, even if he has to put up with atsumu's relentless teasing the night before as he prepares both their lunches. osamu shuts him up by saying 'i'll let ya starve tomorrow if ya don't shut the hell up'.

miya osamu, who carries your books for you if you don't have enough hands and follows you back to your locker if you forgot something for next period.

he faces the brunt of atsumu's teasing most of the time, but miya osamu never cracks, countering his twin's teasing by insulting him back- which most likely ends in fight. however, when you tease miya osamu, his face heats up and he stumbles over his words, but he doesn't really mind because he gets to hear your laughter.

miya osamu, who's competitive but especially when it comes to you AND he's jealous. if he overhears people talking about you, there's a good chance he'll stare them down in the hallways and scare them away- which is really effective with his 'the more intimidating miya' status.

miya osamu, who will give you piggy-back rides willingly. you know the thing where you'd jump at someone who is carrying things in both hands and see how they'd react? miya osamu would drop everything in his hands just to catch you, and he tries to get mad at you but can't because you're too busy sprinting away, giggling and laughing whilst osamu just looks at you hopelessly.

having a crush on miya osamu is easy because he knows how to charm someone and it's working on you.

miya osamu who is quite invested in self maintenance. you have regular discussions about haircare, skincare and even what makeup osamu should use. he's an introverted soul, so don't be surprised that miya osamu has a cleansing night where he spends it by himself, cooking up a new dish in a bathrobe whilst he waits to take off his face mask.

miya osamu, who is your best friend before he is your crush- and you never really know where you stand with him.

miya osamu, who sits in the library with you after school just to kill time. you swear you're going to study but that never really works, not when osamu keeps challenging you to games of 8ball on messages.

miya osamu is realistic and won't let unnecessary bullshit get the better of him, and he's the first person you go to when you need to be smacked down to earth. as you panic about an overdue assignment, he's the first to tell you that 'an overdue assignment by an hour is nothing, besides, you're probably not the first student that broke their laptop and lost everything. ya need to talk to the teacher- and stop panicking!'

miya osamu, who is not above throwing paper at the back of your head during class whenever the teacher is turned around. you've resorted to ignoring him which was a bad idea because he then proceeded to throw stationery.

miya osamu confessed in the way he knew best, through food as he prepared a bunch of your favourite sweets and left a note on top- a love letter if you will, but osamu was repulsed that you called it that, so you opt to just say he left you a note. it was definitely a love letter.

you begin to come over to the miya household on days when miya osamu wants to have his weekly cleanse and he shows you the products he uses.

miya osamu, who let you wear his volleyball uniform once and demanded for you to take it off before he actually let you keep it. maybe after high school he'll give it to you, but certainly not when he still needed it.

miya osamu, who regularly discusses his dreams and ambitions with you.

there was a place for you in miya osamu's future, right by his side as he was yours.

kuroo tetsuro, who declines any feelings he might have for you.

kuroo tetsuro, literal embodiment of 'i'll deny i have a crush on y/n, even though it's so painfully obvious'. kenma is so tired of his shit.

kuroo: what are you talking about? y/n is just a friend kenma: oh great, so that means i can set her up with someone else right? kuroo: ...

kuroo tetsuro, who's stupidly giddy every time he hears about you and his head turns around very quickly whenever he hears your voice. he's quick to give you all of his attention.

kuroo tetsuro, who buys food from the local 7/11 for you- especially when you forgot to have lunch or didn't have time to eat that day.

kuroo tetsuro, who will point out cats on the side of the road and you take a photo of them. it's got to the point where you have a whole album of cat pictures named 'pussy pics'. kuroo features in a few of them sometimes and you joke that he's a cat.

when you're cold, kuroo tetsuro is more than happy to offer you his blazer. he doesn't get cold, it's okay (that's what he tells you).

kuroo tetsuro, who's already thought about his future and what he'd like to do, and he can't imagine you not being in it- despite constantly denying that you're just a friend.

kuroo tetsuro, who tries to ignore the way your face falls when he friendzones you for the nth time.

kuroo tetsuro, who finally acknowledges his feelings for you when he overhears you being asked out by some other guy in his year. he wants to intercept and pull you away, but he can't really do that when he sees you smiling and accepting the date offer.

kuroo tetsuro, whose stomach drops every time he thinks about you going on a date with someone that's not him, and he's so very anxious for the day to come.

kuroo tetsuro, who's bitterly texting you and asking how it was when he opens your snap. kuroo tetsuro, who is over the moon when you tell him that 'it was okay, but i probably won't go on another date with him'.

kuroo tetsuro, who is courageous and daring, but can't seem to confess to you because every time he thinks about it, he chickens out.

you have matching friendship bracelets with kuroo tetsuro, and he wears it everywhere. during school, volleyball practice, when you hangout, even when he sleeps. it's just easier that way and he's not bothered to take it off just to forget to put it back on.

kuroo tetsuro, who loves taking mirror pictures with you and posting them on his stories. you look so cool in them, trust me, it's pinterest worthy. your most-liked photos on your feed are mirror photos with him.

kuroo tetsuro, who watches you play games with kenma, and when you're both too engrossed in the screen, he throws a volleyball at the back of your head to get your attention.

kuroo tetsuro, who could be the best boyfriend ever if either of you just stopped being scared to 'ruin' the friendship.

akaashi keiji, who really enjoys having you around and spending time with you.

akaashi keiji, who expresses love through the little things, like carrying things when you don't have a pocket or bag, remembering what kind of chapstick you use or willingly having your hair bands around his wrist.

akaashi keiji, who passes notes with you during class- surprisingly, because he's such a diligent student.

the love language between you two is basically books. it started when you left your copy of a novel to read for school with akaashi keiji, who offered to annotate it. when you got it back, there was a little 'he's my favourite character, he's so funny' written on the pages with an arrow to a certain name. you start adding on your own little comments to his books.

you leave little notes of encouragement in akaashi keiji's textbooks, and he smiles so widely every time he finds them. he keeps all of them too, not having the heart to throw them away.

akaashi keiji, who can be brutally honest that you let him know that you appreciate it when he is. you come to him for genuine advice and it always makes him feel validated when you listen intently and take in his words.

akaashi keiji, who you've actually had several conversations over fashion with, because even though he doesn't exactly have the best closet, you send him photos of outfits you think would look good on him.

and when he buys the appropriate clothes to build an outfit, you hype him up for it because what the fuck, why does akaashi keiji look so good in a turtle neck.

falling for akaashi keiji was so easy, easier than falling asleep, because he's always there for you and he's got this unassuming charm to him. the second you realised you'd began to slip, you simply just let it happen.

bokuto is a really sad third wheel, even whilst you two are just friends, but akaashi keiji can't help but pay attention to anything that's not you.

akaashi keiji, who goes to sleep at 11:30pm, but he's sure there's no harm staying up for another half hour just to talk to you.

sometimes, akaashi keiji writes poems for you... but he'll never let those see the light of day.

you're tempted sometimes to write a 'you're cute <3' when you annotate his books, but ultimately decide against it and go to draw a little heart instead.

the way your heart skipped many beats when you read 'do you wanna go out with me?' on the pages of your book. you confront him about it and he's so shy... but beams when you tell him that that it's a date.

going on bookdates is a MUST with akaashi keiji.

just wow, dating akaashi keiji would be the best thing to ever happen in life.

suna rintarou, who you actually kinda hate because of how annoying he is.

suna rintarou, who loves provoking you. tripping you over as you're walking out of class, messing up your hair just as you're about to speak to a teacher, smirking at you whilst you're in the middle of presenting something for class- you just hate him to put it simply.

you get back at suna rintarou for every time he messes with you and it's become a continuous back and forth.

he would be attractive with his aloof, uninterested vibe, and it's not like suna's a bad looker, he's just so annoying- but you could see yourself having a crush on suna rintarou. not like he'd want you to though.

suna rintarou's love language is bullying.

suna rintarou, who impresses you with his athletic abilities, but you have to mask your shock every time he hits one of his impressive volleyball spike.

you sometimes like to mock him whilst you're with friends, slouching and digging your hands into your pockets as you rant about the last thing he did to provoke you, unaware that suna rintarou and his perceptive eyes were watching you. he's amused though and walks away with a faint smile.

speaking of perceptive eyes, suna rintarou notices you almost everywhere. not just you but he only ever gives two thoughts about you, complimenting your outfit in his head before glancing away.

suna rintarou, who sees his chance when he notices you talking to osamu (who you share classes with).

he asks about you, trying to sound disinterested but osamu notices his bullshit right away. you're the same, asking about suna rintarou whilst pretending like you don't care. osamu tells atsumu this and the twins decide to take it into their own hands.

you don't know why miya atsumu has decided to talk to you, deciding that it was the cherry on top when suna rintarou approached and sat down next to his friend.

suna rintarou once responded to your story on instagram and you begin talking for hours without realising.

one day as you're walking to school with a cup of coffee in hand, miya atsumu notices and shoves suna rintarou in your direction a little too hard. he accidentally bumps into you and spills your drink.

suna rintarou is apologising profusely, feeling terrible that he did that but you shut him up by saying, "you can apologise by taking me out on a date". he's dumbstruck, but agrees.

suna rintarou begins to panic, because he wants this to be the best date of your life.

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It’s been hours since you’ve smiled at Rintaro.

Not since this morning when you left. He was home today, all day, left to watch your three year old, and be home to see your nine year old. You’d kissed the side of his nose, reminded him of some chores, and everything was fine for you to go out and do your own set of errands.

But to come home to a trash bag sitting outside of the door and not in the barrel that got emptied today?

Oh. Screw smiling.

There may have been a small argument that broke out once you told him, about how he assumed you’d take the trash out since you were leaving the house- of which you snapped that it’s not your responsibility to automatically take out the trash when you leave.

Your son, Akito, was only left to watch the chaos, setting up the console he and his father were about to play on.

“I forgot, okay!” He snaps, rolling his eyes. “I’ll take it out later, it’s fine!”

“It’s not fine!” You yell back. “The trash was already taken! It’s worthless at this point to do it!”

He looks like he’s about to say something back, but you see him bite his tongue. “Good choice,” you snarl. Leaving him and Akito, you make your way upstairs and into your bedroom where you get changed into something that doesn’t emit outside-world feeling. You take a quick shower, wash your face, and when you step out still angry, you’re quick to make a new game plan.

Once you’re done with your small dose of self care, you stomp into the kitchen for something to eat, hoping that it’ll help curb any further anger coming from you both.

Crackers and cheese, some little slices of fruit which you intend to pair with they jelly you got on your last visit to the city.

You grab the jar and with a deep, frustrated exhale, you grip the cover and try to twist.

When it doesn’t budge, you feel your eye twitch.

You try again, to no avail. You grab the nearest towel in an attempt to get a better grip. No dice.

You sigh, tossing the rag to the side before stalking your way into the living room, grimace etched on your face.

“Can you open this?” You ask, and just as Rintaro pauses the game and tosses his controller aside to reach for the jar, you slip right past him and pass it to Akito, who takes it in his hands to pop open the lid.

With a small grunt he manages to open the lid, passing you the jar with a small smile, “here, ma.”

“Thank you, handsome man,” you hum, blowing him a kiss and blowing a raspberry at Rintaro when you make your way back to the kitchen. There’s a pause of silence, a question you don’t quite catch from your son, and suddenly, you hear your husband jump up from the couch. You smirk. It doesn’t take long before feet quickly pound their way into the kitchen, and a disgruntled Rintaro stands, pouting, in the doorway.

“What. Was that about?”

You shrug softly, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t give me that crap,” he says, brows furrowed in frustration. “You’re seriously going to use my own creation against me?”

“Your creation?” You scoff in disbelief. “First off, I don’t remember you carrying our two children around for nine damn months. Second of all, our children are not creations. They’re children.”

“Point one,” he begins, quickly walking over to you. “You were hot as fuck carrying around our spawn. Secondly? Last time I checked, our baby machines only worked when together.”

“Feral!” You snap, giving him a grossed out look before turning towards the snacks you’d been making. “Get the hell out of my kitchen, I don’t want you here- HEY!”

Before you can think, Rintaro reaches past you and grabs the jar of jam, quickly raising his arm above his head to get it out of your reach. You would’ve tickled him for it, but the jam was from a small business three cities over. And the fuckhead knew that, and you hate him for it.

“You’re such a pain!” You growl, making a jump for it. You barely come close. Your fingers wrap around his shoulder in an attempt to yank his arm down, but he tightens it up completely to make it immobile. You’re rendered completely helpless to your husbands cruelty.

“Akito!” You call your son in hopes for assistance, snarling up at your husband. Instantly, socked feet slip along the floor, and at the sight of his figure in the doorframe, Rintaro bears his teeth.

“Don’t help your mother, she has to learn a lesson!” He snaps.

You growl back, “don’t listen to your father, you and your sister’s snacks depend on it!” Akito’s green, confused eyes flick back and forth between you both, and if you weren’t so stubborn, you’d think about how absolutely hilarious this is.

Rintaro, in all his 185 cm glory, holding a damned jar of jam above his head, so much so a sliver of his side pokes out from his shirt, and you, crossing your arms childishly after making extreme reaches for the jar.

It’s ridiculous, it’s childish, and it’s perfect for your marriage.

Akito gnaws his lip, “I mean… Ma is the boss, dad-“

“If you scram, I’ll double your allowance this week.”

“Bye mom!”

With the last bit of hope you have, you watch as he skates his way back into the living room, eye twitching in annoyance. “Kaiya wouldn’t betray me like that!”

“She’s three, mom!”

“She’d still help!”

Left to your own pity, you once again make a reach for the jar, only for him to reel his arm back a little bit more. “Give me a break, I have snacks to make,” you say, voice pitched in annoyance and defeat.

“Tell me you won’t go to our son for husband jobs.”

“Tell me you’ll take out the trash when I tell you to!”

“I thought you were throwing it out!”

“Why would you not check!”

“I didn’t think I had to!”

“Don’t worry, I’ll check on your waking daughter,” Akito calls annoyed from the living room, the only thing breaking up your argument.

With a deep, exhausted breath, Rintaro slowly lowers his arm, though still keeping a slight distance between you. “Cant we both say we’re wrong?”

“I’m never wrong,” you snip.

“I know, but for the sake of waking our three year old up, please just cave with me. Please, baby. I’m-“

He’s cut off by your quick lunge for the jar. He yanks it out of the way, and you’re left chasing it like a dog with a treat. You do, however, hear your husband laugh, but it’s not the laughter of victory from a few moments ago.

It’s laughter of adoration.

“I will leave you.”

“Gotta get the jar first.”

You, once again, for the nth time in a row, make a reach for it, but this time, Rintaro’s free arm quickly wraps around your waist to encase you in a hug, and he leans you back into the most ridiculous dip you’ve ever been apart of. You can’t begin to fight your own laughter that bubbles past your lips, fingers instinctively gripping his collar for stability.

Once your titters are finished ringing in the air, he straightens you both up, relaxing as you thunk your head against his chest. The jar gets put down on the counter, and he kisses the crown of your head sweetly as his arms tug you close.

“You’re annoying,” you purr.

He chuckles, “I know.” He closes his eyes and gently breathes in your scent, “and I’m sorry about the trash my love. Even if I thought you took it out, I really should’ve just. Checked.” Long fingers gently smooth up your neck to gently massage the nape, and he hums as you melt like putty against him.

“Now it’s gonna sit,” you pout. “In the trash outside. And it’s gonna smell. And we’re gonna be the house with smelly ass trash.”

“I know,” he repeats, trying not to laugh at your concerns. “I’ll take care of it princess- and worst case scenario, I’ll write letters apologizing to the neighbors for our rotten trash.”

You snort softly against his collarbone as you continue to nuzzle closer, “I’m sorry I went to Akito to open my jar,” you confess, angling your head up at him. He smirks and leans down to capture your lips in a kiss, his hands moving up to cup your cheeks lovingly.

“You wanna know a secret?” He asks against your lips.

You hum in intrigue.

“I’m pissed because I tightened them all when you were in the shower, so you’d have to talk to me.”

“SERIOUSLY?”