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「 僕じゃダメですか? 」

TOORU wants to hear nothing about the crap his team is spouting right now. no, he doesn’t care that you’re the topic of interest—especially because you’re the topic of interest.

a conversation about who you like? out of the question.

but as annoyed as he is, his ears perk up at the sound of your voice. he desperately wants to know who you like, if you like someone at all.

“guys,” you wave your hands in a gesture of dismissal. “let’s focus on practicing now.”

“well, too bad for captain, huh? he’d love to know,” makki says, shrugging.

“what did you say?!” tooru glares at him from the opposite side of the table.

“so you were listening,” mattsun states.

“i just- just tuned in.”

most of the days, it feels like his own team is out for his blood. really, there’s nothing rewarding about being a captain. sometimes though, the affection pours out from his team, in the trust they have, and tooru’s pride can reclaim its place.

but right now, his team is most certainly trying to bury him alive. makki shoots him an impetinent look and tooru wishes he could unleash iwa-chan like a guard dog on the boy. he knows the consequence of that though. at least the back of his head remembers.

tooru glances at you again, looking far too cute in the seijoh manager uniform—has it always been that pretty a blue? he can’t remember. you make everything look pretty.

even the way you say his name is so lovely, he thinks.

“tooru-kun. tooru?”

gah, you calling his name like that is so unfair. he’s at a loss now, daydreaming about you in broad daylight.

“oi, shithead, can you stop zoning out?” iwaizumi returns from the infirmary, his fingers firmly bandaged now. practice injuries are common but it’s never a pretty sight. tooru is usually on the receiving end of those, and just thinking about the way you’d patch him up quickens the pace of his heartbeat. oh, this, this is irredeemable.

“iwaizumi-kun,” you turn to him, concern in your eyes. “you shouldn’t overwork yourself. take some time to heal from your injuries.”

iwaizumi scratches the back of his head, a low blush creeping up on his cheeks. “ah, yeah. i will.”

of course, there’s this. his best friend is in love with you.

tooru can’t for the life of him figure out if you like iwaizumi back. hence, the nasty brew of jealousy and the unease of a poorly timed crush. you’re kind to everyone on the team, not just tooru. (though, you do tend to scold him more.) you smile at everyone you meet and your fingers are nimble with most things you touch, not just his skin. so what can give you away?

besides, tooru is most certainly the horrible sort of jerk to wish iwa-chan would give up and find someone to date before anything happens. if you like iwaizumi, it’s game over for tooru. he’ll always choose his best friend, like habit, but you, and your very presence, make him want to break habit. he really is irredeemable.

“y/n,” iwaizumi says all of a sudden. “can we talk after practice?”

oh no. it’s happening far sooner than tooru thought it would. does iwaizumi have to be so bold all the time? it makes him look bad, as the feared captain of aoba johsai.

a few knowing looks are shared across the team. tooru swears he just saw makki slide a few yen to mattsun.

but he finds his answer right then, perhaps a little late. it’s like cracks on a wall, widening slowly but surely into an unlivable mess.

as picture perfect as you are, your smile wavers at iwaizumi’s statement. tooru’s eyes don’t miss the way you look at iwa-chan, that awestruck smile on your face making tooru wish it were him instead. he knows the lovestruck look all too well. it doesn’t suit himself much. he’s not smiling anymore; at least not in a way that’s genuine.

“would it be so bad if it were me?” he whispers, turning back to the familiar feel of leather in his hands.

he knows the answer to that too. it would. he only wants what he can’t have, and you shouldn’t be loved by someone like that. it’s not a walk in the park to love someone, not to mention the pain it brings. tooru’s hands fumble. he didn’t think it’d turn out this way, to be left in a fountain of hopelessness.

but oikawa tooru, for what he’s worth, knows that he’ll always be hopeless when it comes to you, and to love. nothing is ever enough.

he grips the ball firmly once again.

blue hour

tendou fluff

word count: 1168

nostalgia and love before sunrise

listen while reading 🎵

image is not mine

[5:25AM]

That’s what the clock read. It was way too early for any sane person to voluntarily wake up at. Fortunately, Tendou and you were unhinged enough to be able to enjoy an early morning. It was routine for the both of you to naturally wake up before sunrise to enjoy the pale blue sky. You both liked to think it was better than watching the sun rise.

There was something about the complete silence so early in the morning, birds still tucked away in nests and some people beginning to get up, while others are only now getting to bed. Whether there was a hustle and bustle indoors, the outside world is at a stand still. The moon glimmered in its final hour before letting the sun take over. He was always the first to wake; the curtains lifting with the gentle breeze carried into the room through the window cracked open. Today was no different.

He blindly reaches out to your side of the bed seeking your warmth. Eyes slowly opening to see you first thing in the morning. The room glowed a heavenly blue; your silhouette, a painting by the gods above. He thanked whatever being for your existence. He has always, and continues to be, thankful for your existence at the same time as his, and he’s convinced you were both lovers in a past life.

He pulls you impossibly close, breath fanning over your shoulder to your neck as he presses soft kisses on your bare shoulder. He fixes the strap of the tank you wore to sleep, leaving kisses wherever the strap grazed. His fingers trail down your arm until he reaches your hand, clasping your hand in his tightly; he’s afraid that if he lets go you’ll prove to be a figment of his imagination. His cheek is rested against the palm of his right hand, chest pressed against your back as he waits for you to wake up.

He’s never seen anything more pure than the way you look right now. He brings your hand that’s currently in his hold to his lips, and he presses kisses on your knuckles as he hums to himself in delight.

You begin to stir, eyes fluttering open as you struggle against the sleep fighting to reel you in. You squint at the clock, glaring red numbers blurry as you rub your eyes. Tendou smiles at seeing you wake, his hand gently setting yours down so he can wrap his arms around your waist. He buries his head into the crook of your neck, a muffled “g’morning” leaving his lips. You smile, bringing one of your hands behind you to run it through his tousled hair. His toes curl as you lightly scratch his scalp; you know it drives him crazy.

After a brief moment of silence he gently turns you around so he can look at you. You smile lazily at him, sleep still evident in your eyes. He kisses your forehead and cradles your face with one of his larger hands.

“You ready?” His voice is still rough from sleep.

You smile as you wrap your arms around his neck, nodding before tucking your head under his chin. A smile graces his features at how endearing you are. He wants nothing more than to wrap his arms around you in a protective embrace for the rest of his life.

He grunts as he gets up from the bed with you clinging to him. As he stands, you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist as he grabs a blanket hanging from a chair in the corner of the room so he can drape it over you. With his hands under your thighs he walks to the balcony door, opening it so he can step outside. You both breathe in the brisk morning air, a little dewy from the moisture in the sky.

You unwrap your legs from his waist and stand before him, your arms now wrapping around his torso. As usual, the world is quiet and still. You look up at him as you draw unnamed shapes into his back. “Have I told you how beautiful you look?”

He blinks at you in surprise, not expecting you to compliment him first thing in the morning. He laughs heartily as he twirls a strand of your hair around his index finger. “My love, aren’t I supposed to be complimenting you?” He raises an eyebrow questioningly.

You huff out a laugh and shake your head. “I’m being serious. You look….how do I put it….otherworldly.”

He tilts his head. “You mean too ugly for this world?”

You shake your head harder this time, lightly squeezing his side as a retort. “No, as in you’re too perfect for this world. You’re the best thing to happen to me ‘tori. I hope you know that.”

His cheeks sport a faint pink as he sits down in one of the chairs out on your balcony. He takes hold of your hands and pulls you closer to situate you between his legs so he can be at eye level with you. His eyes well with tears of joy. He feels incredibly lucky to have you, of having the privilege of knowing you. He cradles your face in his hands as he caresses your cheeks with the tips of his fingers. He treats you like a porcelain doll, as if one wrong move will break you.

This is what you love about mornings like this. The pale blue sky serves as a blanket of security, where one can be vulnerable without the world prying. That’s exactly what Tendou takes advantage of. In the security of the blue hue that only casts shadows he’s able to show you his rawest emotions, his innermost thoughts and fears or dreams, fully knowing you won’t run away. You are his paradise, his escape from the cruelty of the world that wakes when the sun rises.

You hold his face in your hands as well, wiping the tears away as you kiss his forehead. “I love you ‘tori.” You say it in a whispered voice despite it still being quiet outside. You would just hate to break the calming ambiance.

Tendou pulls you down onto his lap, his lips hovering over yours as he whispers an I love you in return. He fills the gap between the two of you in less than a second, the warmth of his lips begging for you to never stop loving him. He doesn’t know what he’d do without you.

You lean into the kiss, hoping to convey how much you love him. It’s almost scary just how much you both rely on each other, how you’re so in love. You can’t fathom not having him in your life. You’ve bared your soul to him just as he has with you, a trust so intense people think you’re obsessed-absolutely infatuated. And maybe you are, but that’s not anyone’s business except for Tendou’s and your own.

HEGSJS WHY DONT CRY ITS WAITING FOR U 😏😏 ITS BEEN WAITING ALL ALONE IN UR BED 😕 HSGFSJS BESTIE I CANT FO THIS TONIGHT 😭

AAJDKSJSK ALL I FEEL IS PAIN

season 3, episode 5 - a seat of civilisation and refinement

"never let a vampire in close. i'm half vampire; half of me wants you to step in close enough for me to bite your throat."

𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚'𝕤 ~ 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕓 ~

i literally just did a small, cute, 3k event but i have not been able to stop thinking about cheating fics

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮:

♡ cheating irl? not good at all, horrendous, would never commend.

♡ cheating with fictional characters in fictional spaces? mmyum.

♡ either the character you choose or the reader can be the titular cheater cheater, we don't discriminate. fic can be centered around:

reader is cheating on said character

reader is cheating with said character

character is cheating with reader

character is cheating on reader

they’re both cheaters (read: cheater cheater cheater cheater)

♡ entry due by: august 1st! ♡ fic completed by: september 1st!

𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠:

♡ be 18 or older, even if you're writing sfw!~

♡ write anything u want, any format, as long as it's over 500 words! dark content welcome as long as it's tagged accordingly

♡ multifandom!!! hq, aot, mha, jjk ~

♡ anyone can join! send me an ask or message with:

character you're writing about (one fic per character, first come first serve!!)

which type of cheater we're vibin with

genre (nsfw/sfw, smut, angst, fluff)

♡ please reblog this post if you're participating or thinking about participating to get the word around!

𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠:

♡ make it clear that it's apart of the collab! please tag it with #cheater cheater collab so that they'll all be in the same place~~

♡ tag me so that i can reblog it and put it on the masterlist! ~~

𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 ~

♡ @ultamatrix ♡ ~~ kuroo / nsfw

♡ @a-kaash-me-outside ♡ ~~ osamu / nsfw

♡ @kodzukuroken ♡ ~~ atsumu / nsfw

♡ @haikyutiehoe ♡ ~~ meian / nsfw

♡ @alwaysaslutforfic ♡ ~~ daichi / nsfw

I saw a tik tok of a series (i think) about anna karenina and in this specific scene a guy is tying her corset AND LEMME TELL YOU all I could think of were tendou and suna’s hands doing that then wrapping them around your waist once hes done and then them pressing a kiss to your neck and WHEW

omg i saw that tik tok, they would be such teases––tendou would most definitely hold you still and bite down on your neck to leave marks, he just can’t help himself. he’d make you look in the mirror afterwards to see how pretty you look. suna would tease you about how much you squirm from something as simple as him tying your corset. he’d leave a few marks on your neck too, but he eventually wraps his hand around your throat and pulls you in to kiss your lips passionately before walking away and telling you to finish getting ready, as if he didn’t just knock the breath out of you––