I Can Relate To This! #readerneedstobesaved #toshitotherescue

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Wakatoshi: are you going to be okay?

Y/n: tearing up, while standing bare foot on the other side of Lego covered floor

Y/n: yes...

Wakatoshi : do you want me to carry you?

Y/n: - quietly sobs- yes..

@sassycheesecake

A/N: Salut everybody, this work was inspired by a recent tattoo visit of mine lately. Got the idea during the session with my tattoo artist.

genre: fluff

warnings: cursing, my bad writing

words: 2925

@nerd-of-karasuno @rukia-uchiha-98 @wake-uptoreality @lyditheoverthinker

The Room Where It Happens: Tattooartist!Tetsurō Kuroo x f!Reader

Why, just why did you lose that bet?

Stomach grumbling in nervousness, you still hesitate to enter the front door.

Three days ago, you went drinking with your friends and one of your male friends, who is fond of the company of other men, said he can 100% get a phone number from a girl if he tried hard enough.

You, being drunk out of your mind, agreed to the bet.

Then again, all four of your friend group were intoxicated as hell.

So the next morning, you receive a text from your friend, reminding you that you lost the bet like the other two who also bet he wouldn’t be able to do it.

The other two who had lost, had to do something as well.

One of them had to color their hair blue and the other one had to call up their mother, saying they are expecting.

To be honest, it’s completely unfair that you had to do the most difficult one.

You’d rather call your mum and tell her that you got knocked up and listen to her shout at you for the next two weeks than get something tattooed on your skin that will last a lifetime.

The cool breeze of the wind that flows through your hair makes it flow to the side and you take the loose strands and push them back against your ear.

When you stare at the name of the tattoo studio in front of you, you can’t help but chuckle a little bit at the name.

‘Ink = Mc²’

Taking a deep breath, you keep telling yourself that you don’t even have to get something big or visible, just a little something, so your friend will stop spamming you.

Finally taking the big step, you push the door open and the doorbell of the shop chimes with your entrance.

The warm air of the shop makes you feel nice and warm, finally getting away from the cold autumn air from outside.

The distant smell of disinfectant and the rock music playing in the studio is filling your senses, taking away the nervousness a little bit from you.

The shop is wide and spacious, with an unoccupied front desk straight ahead and a little waiting area with two chairs on the left side. Light gray walls on every side of the room.

There are one or two plants in the lower wall corners, giving it a friendly atmosphere.

As you look around, you notice different kinds of tattoo pictures along the walls, some colorful or only black and white, others looking like fine line art style.

You can hear deep voices talking in some of the backrooms, along with the irritating noise of tattoo machines ringing in the back of your brain.

Just the sound of the machines is making your stomach twist in knots again but as you are about to turn around and leave, you hear a loud voice calling out to you, making you freeze in your steps.

“Hey! Can I help you?”, a hospitable voice asks.

Turning around to the voice, you see a very tall muscular guy with white and blackish hair, that’s a little bit spiked up.

Tattoos are covering up his entire arms, some poke out from the neckline of his white shirt and there’s a small one on the side of his neck.

Even with the shirt, you can make some faint outlines of some of the black ink of his tattoos on his chest and stomach.

His wide golden eyes shine with excitement and curiosity.

The artist is kind of hot, you’re not going to deny that fact.

As you are about to answer, another guy, much smaller than the other one, comes around the corner, typing something on his phone as he makes his way to the front desk.

He only has a few tattoos but his brown-blondish hair which is tight together in a messy small bun is the only thing that is colorful about him.

He is completely dressed in black. Black shirt, black jeans, and black sneakers.

Sitting down at the chair behind the front desk, he sits down with a huff and gives you a boring look.

Your gaze goes back to the tall guy with the spiky hair and you finally give him an answer.

“I wanted to get a tattoo today ”, you state.

“Do you have an appointment?” The blonde asks you.

"Uhm, no. I, uh, kind of came here spontaneously.” You explained to them in a shy voice.

They both stare at you for a few seconds, and the one with the spiky hair laughs loudly at your explanation.

You flinch a little bit at his loud laugh but remain silent.

“So you just came in here, with no plan of what to get, deciding to get something that’s going to be on your skin forever?” Bunhead asks you in a slow voice and gives you a critical look.

“That pretty much sums it up, yeah.” Taking in his words, you reply after a moment of thinking.

“Haha! Being bold I see! I like it!” The golden-eyed guy compliments you with a large grin.

You blush a bit at his comment, deciding he is a lot more friendly than the other one.

“Still.” The less friendly guy starts.

“You don’t have an appointment. We go by appointments only.” He squints at you in annoyance, hoping you get the memo and leave.

“Now now Kenma, don’t scare away our customers, just because you’re not in the mood to deal with them.” A third voice jauntily joins the conversation.

Now that’s a supermodel right there. A tall, lean but muscular guy struts in, his stature intimidating your small figure. He is wearing a Nirvana tank top and both of his arms and neck are covered in bursting tattoo colors, making his whole body look like a painting of a professional painter. His raven-black hair looks messy like he just rolled out of bed ten minutes ago. There’s a fringe covering his right eye a little bit. His good looks are giving you a tingling feeling in your stomach, your heart beating fast against your ribcage and you swear you’ve never seen a guy this attractive. It’s almost unreal that two people can make a guy as good-looking as him. After a few moments, a guy with colored hair walks out of the room, stretching his arms above his head, immediately flinching from his arm movement and you’re guessing he is a customer that just got his tattoo done.

The canvas takes a look at his upper arm, admiring the work that has been done on his skin in a wall mirror. It is an octopus holding planets in his arms, a few purple and blue watercolors dancing along his tentacles, making it look like shooting stars are flying around. It is impressive artwork, you have to admit.

The third guy that told ‘Kenma’ off, takes off his black latex gloves and throws them into a trashcan right next to the desk. He grabs the disinfectant bottle on top of the desk and rubs the solution of highly concentrated alcohol over his large hands.

Kenma doesn’t say anything, just glares slightly at the black-haired guy before going back on his phone with a pout.

The canvas turns to his tattoo artist, thanks him a lot for giving him that tattoo with a bright smile, and hands Kenma a couple of bills, before leaving the shop.

“So what’s the problem?” The black-haired guy asks while glancing at you three.

The owl-looking guy takes over for you.

“She randomly wants to get a tattoo but she doesn’t have an appointment.”

“Oh, I see. Well sweetheart, go ahead to the front desk, make an appointment with Kenma, and then we’ll talk about what to get you. Bokuto, you’re done for the day, right? Go home.” He gives you a wink, as he turns to his friend and pats him on the shoulder.

Bokuto beams up at that, running to his tattoo room to finish cleaning up and getting ready to go home.

“Kuroo your next customer just canceled. Something came up according to her.” Kenma shows ‘Kuroo’ the text message on his phone and it makes Kuroo groan in frustration.

He rubs his big hands over his face and exhales deeply.

But suddenly a light bulb pops over his head, quickly turns to you with a dashing smile.

“Since I am free now, I can give you a tattoo after all” Kuroo suggests.

“Oh uh, really? I don’t want to make you stay here longer than necessary.” You worryingly reply, feeling guilty about everything now.

He waves you off dismissively and just tells you to follow him into his room, where the art and magic of tattooing happens, according to him.

“See you tomorrow Kuroo! Gotta pick up my girlfriend from work! Bye Kenma!” Bokuto shouts over his shoulder as he puts on his dark blue jacket along with a black beanie.

“Bye.” Kenma retorts in a quiet voice, keeping his eyes on his phone, as you pass the desk to follow Kuroo.

Once you enter his working room, you see multiple arts of watercoloring and fine line tattoos with all different kinds of motives hanging on the left side of the wall. From the smallest fine outlining of a rose to a big black and white owl with loose feathers flowing around it. It’s exactly what that guy Bokuto has on one of his upper arms.

The right side of his wall is decorated with pictures of friends and family, some official awards and also a little fan sitting on one of the many shelves in one of the corners.

The black leather furniture and a little armrest are standing neatly against the wall, sealed with protection foil, ready for the next tattoo customer.

Kuroo prepares a little table with paper towels, numbing lotion and bubblegum scented antibacterial fluid.

He gestures for you to take a seat on the tattoo chair and you comply.

“So what’s the story behind your little stunt? Rebelling against Mom and Dad? Boyfriend left you? Lost a bet?” Kuroo starts off like going down a checklist, still getting prepared by putting the tattoo machine together while gazing at you with a curious look.

‘Seems like he has enough experience to know about the reason I am here’ , you think.

“Third guess is correct. Lost a bet.” You admit with a tight smile and you can feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

He chuckles at your answer and sits down in his chair, to roll it in your direction where you are sitting.

As he comes closer, you can make out more of his countless tattoos across his body. Starting on the left side of his neck is the head of a Japanese dragon and its body goes all the way down to his left elbow. Its red and black scales look highly realistic, its sharp claws holding onto human skulls.

On the part of his low-cut tank top that doesn’t cover his collarbones, you see the lines of ravens fighting each other and his right arm is covered in different anime symbols, a few you recognize from Attack on Titan, Demon Slayer, One Piece and Seven Deadly Sins.

“So what did you want to get? Any wishes or any ideas?” He asks you with a raised eyebrow.

You think for a few moments, frowning deep in thought. Unfortunately, you can’t think of anything so all you say is:

“Surprise me.“ You suggest with a gleam in your eyes.

Kuroo puts on a black medical mask and nods in agreement.

Thinking your smile reminds him a little bit of the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland, he has an idea what tattoo to give you.

Nonetheless, he will add a little bit of feminine touch to it.

Grabbing the black ink and different sizes of needles for the tattoo machine, he puts on his black latex gloves and puts the first needle equipment together.

Kuroo puts some of the numbing cream on the back of your upper arm, turning on the button of the tattoo machine.

He gives you one last look with his hazel-colored eyes, to make sure you actually want this.

You nod in determination and he starts tattooing you.

~ One hour later ~

Spraying the liquid of the bubblegum scented antibacterial bottle on your freshly tattooed skin, he gently wipes the remaining black ink away from your sensitive skin with some paper towel.

Flinching slightly when he goes over your skin, you can’t help but be giddy with excitement about what masterpiece he has created on your skin.

Taking a good look around it, he steps back and lets you get up from the black leather chair.

Throwing his mask and gloves into the trash, he watches with anticipation as you walk over the mirror to see it.

As you’re finally able to take a look at it, you gasp in amazement.

It is beautiful.

Kuroo tattooed the face of the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland, along with two little branches around the face, little flowers sitting in between the leaves.

It’s a fine line tattoo in simple black ink.

The lines are flawless, the Japanese cherry blossom flowers looking soft and real, some shadowing inside and outside of them.

“So? What do you think? Do you like it?” Kuroo gives you a look of interest as he begins to clean up.

“I-I… I don’t have the words for describing how incredible this looks. The lines are so smooth, it looks like you drew this so easily, like on a piece of paper. The flowers‘ petals look so soft, almost like they are flowing. Kuroo I don’t know what to say, except to thank you for tattooing this on me. What made you choose this?“ , you turn to him with a tilted head, making you look like a confused cat.

Kuroo starts to grin cheekily and points at his face, his long finger following his grin.

”Your smile looks cheeky and kind of intimidating. Almost like a cat that’s ready to hunt. And no problem. By the way, beautiful , call me Tetsurō.“ He gives you a playful wink with a flirty smile.

You giggle at his antics and take a look at your arm again.

“This is just so cool! You’re very talented!“ , you compliment him.

“Hehe, thank you. Been doing it since I graduated High School. Got my first tattoo while I was a Third Year, and have been kind of addicted to having them ever since“ , he reveals while wiping off the little tool table and the chair with disinfectant wipes.

“I could hardly tell.“ , you say as you glance over the different varieties of ink on his skin.

He laughs loudly at your retort and continues to wipe down everything properly.

“They look really good on you though“, you say in admiration as you move closer to him to let your finger unconsciously move over the lines of the chemical formula of dopamine on his forearm.

Your action makes him freeze but he doesn’t stop you from caressing it. Your touch feels like it’s setting his skin on fire, giving him goosebumps.

Realizing what you are doing, you quickly snatch your hand away in embarrassment and apologize quietly.

Kuroo coughs awkwardly with red cheeks and cuts a foil from a package.

“How much do I owe you for this Tetsurō?“ , you ask him as he carefully places a protection seal over your fresh tattoo.

“Usually I charge ¥21,000 for an hour from clients but I am going to be honest with you. I think you’re an absolute beauty. Looks-wise and personality-wise. I won’t charge you for the tattoo but I want something in return.“ He explains as he rubs his neck nervously with his hand and you can see the tips of his ears turning red.

You lift your eyebrow in return, waiting for the request.

Your eyes look like they’re shining with stars, making him feel like a teenager again asking his crush out.

“I uh… Would like to take you out on a date.“ He grins with a painful and unsure smile.

Your mouth opens in awe at his request before it turns into a breath-taking smile and it flusters Kuroo even more.

“I would love to!“

“Great uh… Here let me give you my number so we can talk about the details over text.“

You pull your phone out of your backpocket and hand it to him.

As you watch him type in the details, you begin to feel very excited and proud to have scored the shop owner‘s number.

When Kuroo hands you your phone back, he begins to walk with you to the entrance hall to see you off.

Kenma is still at the desk as he watches Kuroo say goodbye to you. After you leave, he begins lecturing his idiot of a friend.

“I can’t believe you gave her a tattoo for free. How stupid can you be?“ Kenma mumbles angrily under his breath as he glares daggers at his best friend and owner of the tattoo studio.

Kuroo just sighs like a lovesick fool and looks back at Kenma with a smile so wide, it almost makes him gag.

“I did it for love. Maybe you should try it out once in a while if you weren’t such a shithead to our customers.“

“Fuck off.“ Kenma snaps at him.

~ Here is a pic of the tattoo Kuroo did on Reader <3 ~

A/N: Yello everybody! Here’s a new One-Shot with our hot Atsumu Miya<3 wrote this while I was on vacation :D

Genre: fluff

Warnings: cursing, Atsumu Miya being a shithead

Words: 4849

Hotter than Hell Itself (Atsumu Miya x f!Reader)

It was a very hot day in the middle of the summer in Osaka. Seriously, no one told you it could be THIS hot in Japan when you decided to move here.

When your hospital offered you an international job opportunity, you wouldn’t have thought of moving to Japan, let alone to the hottest part of it.

Since it’s not even midday, all you wanted to do was to sleep all day long after you were done with work and enjoy the cold air of your AC blowing down your naked skin. But of course, the universe needs some popcorn to chew on once in a while. And you just happen to be one of those kernels ready to pop just for their entertainment.

It all started when you came out of your night shift at 07:30 this morning. Afterwards, you drove with heavy eyelids back to your apartment, only to find out that your AC broke while you were at work. As if that wasn’t enough, you received a text message from your friend during your shift, asking you to join her at the pool party she is hosting. The problem is, you’re not exactly a social butterfly. You met her in your preparation class for Japan 101, both of you coming from the United States, taking the opportunity to venture out into the world and experience something new.

Unfortunately, since you already quit her too many times, she threatened to change her Netflix password. Obviously, you can’t let that happen, you need to know if Dustin, Steve, Robin, and Erica make it out alive from the hostage situation of the evil Russian weapon company.

So like the good and supportive friend you are, you agreed. (And also saving you a Netflix subscription every month.)

‘There r gonna b sum hot 🔥 boys @ my party, I think some basketball or volleyball players. Dunno I think they are called the coyotes or smth. And you’ve been a little bitch recently, you need to get laid, girl. And m’ not accepting a no as an answer or any other shitty excuse y’gonna come up with!’

So here you are, in front of the building of your friend. Still sitting in your car, tired and hot as hell, you’re overthinking this again. You glance into your rearview mirror, checking if your makeup is still as good as it was earlier when you applied it. ‘Good. Even though it’s hot as hell outside and only 11:43, I still look somehow presentable.’ You think to yourself as you grab your purse and get out of your car.

Locking it, you hear the car honk twice and you make your way across the street to the building.

Since your friend is an event planner, she earns accordingly. Having the penthouse all to herself is still something that you are envious of.

But then again, you chose the route of being an OR nurse. Prepping patients, prepping the OR table, and sterilizing everything are tasks daily for you. Your coworkers are easy to get along with, the working hours aren’t too bad and it’s always the same routine for you. Which is great, since you are a person of habit. Sometimes though, you get called in on your off days due to someone calling in sick last minute.

Now entering the building you see a tall and bulky security guard standing next to the revolving doors. He is wearing a full black suit, and dark sunglasses and is carrying an earpiece in his left ear. Giving you a watchful look, as he is eyeing you up and down, like a hawk stalking its prey.

Feeling uncomfortable and honestly slightly scared you show him your electronic invitation with shaking hands.

The security guard with the name tag „Daisuke“ bends down a little bit to read the letters on your phone. He then takes out a device himself from the front pocket of his suit to scan the QR code.

After hearing a confirmation sound from his phone, he backs up a little bit to let you pass through the doors.

“Geez, a security guard at the front door? She must have invited someone special.” you mutter to yourself as you enter the building.

Suddenly, you remember the text message from your friend, stating that some famous athletes are going to be there since she is good friends with someone that works at the Sports Promotion Division.

Your steps carry you to the elevator and you press the button for going upstairs.

Waiting for the elevator to arrive, you glance around yourself.

Your eyes wander over the rich-looking decorations of the building.

Taking in the eggshell-colored walls and the sculptures of Greek women decorating the side of the hallway immediately give you a rich vibe feeling.

Scoffing to yourself about the unnecessary decorations, you glance back at the floor guide for the building which shows that it’s still six floors away from the lobby.

Breathing out a heavy sigh, you cross your arms and sway gently from side to side on your feet.

All of sudden you hear someone loudly greeting somebody else from outside and you turn around to see a tall younger guy with short blond hair greeting the security guard at the front. They give each other a firm handshake and start talking together, sharing loud laughs in between their conversation. You can’t see him that well, you’re only able to make out black jeans, a white button-up shirt with its sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a pair of sunglasses resting on top of his nose.

You’re guessing that the security guard wants to take a picture with the blond-haired kind of good-looking guy, as he pulls out his phone from his back pocket. The mysterious yet handsome stranger moves beside him and holds up a peace sign. After taking their picture together, the mystic man moves back to the side, almost ready to enter the building.

Shocking and almost in disbelief, you continue to observe them.

The blonde guy tells the security guard something with an almost cheeky smile on his face and pats him on the shoulder a few times. Now walking inside as well, he takes off his sunglasses and places them on top of his head.

You give him one last look before turning back to the elevator and seeing that it’s still two more floors away.

’Just hurry up!‘

The stranger stops right next to you, almost too close to your liking, as you can smell the strong aroma of his cologne. His very strong scented cologne you might add, smelling like a pinewood forest with a hint of vanilla.

Scrunching your nose a bit at the strong smell, you move a bit to the side, which catches the stranger’s attention.

“What’s yer deal? Don’t like my Sauvage perfume?” he smirks at you.

“As a matter of fact, I don’t. You smell like a male prostitute.”

Taking your words in, he lets out an offended gasp and turns around a little bit to view you a little bit better.

Now looking into his face, you see him scowling directly at you.

You turn towards him as well, trying not to get intimidated by his towering figure.

You’re not scared of him, you have handled far worse than this.

“Do you have any idea who I am?“ he looks at you, hopefully expecting the right answer.

You size him up and down with your eyes, thinking hard.

The fact that you take so long to think, kind of concerns him. By now you should apologize profoundly and give him the biggest heart eyes as any other woman would.

“No I don’t. Should I? Are you one of those basketball players or something?“

He scoffs at your answer and retorts.

“It’s volleyball ya little shrimp. The fact that ya don’t know who I am honestly concerns me. Ya been livin‘ under a rock or somethin‘? Every human being in Japan knows who I am.“

“Oh, I am sorry that I have better things to worry about than knowing who you are. You must be very special then. A thousand apologies to your highness.”

You pause while looking at him with the most disinterested face you ever made. And it irritates Atsumu even more.

“Geez yer a real happy camper ain’tcha? Must be fun to have you at parties.”

Okay the fact that you barely slept and the audacity of this freaking guy are just about enough for you. You close your eyes, turn around and inhale deeply through your nose. As soon as you open your eyes and you breathe out, you start to feel a little bit better. You’re not going to let him worsen your already bad mood.

Choosing to ignore him, you hear the ‘ding’ of the elevator and its doors finally open.

The blond guy and you enter inside and you press the button for the penthouse of your friend.

Remembering that your nephew likes someone called the ‘Schweiden Adlers’, you know that he always brags about one of the players. Not knowing if Blondie is on the team, you decide to ask him about it.

“Are you from the Schweiden Adlers? I heard that they’re the best team in Japan and my nephew loves them. I’d like to get an autograph for him.”

You give him an almost aggressive sweet smile as you stare at him, waiting for an answer.

What you don’t expect though, is for him to reach out for the fire alarm button, which immediately stops the elevator.

Utterly shocked by his actions, you start yelling at him.

“Are you crazy?! Why did you do that?!”

He whips around and gives you an angry look.

“First of all, I am NOT from the Schweiden Adlers, I am from the MSBY Jackals princess. And excuse the shit out of my goddamn French but did you just say ‘best team in Japan’? We have beat those guys twice now! Second, since you obviously got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, I am NOT going to give you an autograph even if I was part of their team. Third, since you still don’t know who I am, I am Miya Atsumu, the best setter in Japan!” He exclaims loudly while still staring at you.

Not having any of his shit, you decide to poke the bear a little bit more with the stick.

“Is that so? Well dye-job I have a newsflash for you. I don’t care that you apparently hold that title. I honestly feel sorry for your teammates that have to put up with you every single day. Send them my deepest condolences.“

Atsumu just gives her a look of fury but doesn’t reply.

‘This small ass chick is crazy.’ He thinks to himself.

“Just push the button so the freaking elevator starts again.”

After hearing her words, he forgot that he was the one who pressed it in the first place, but still went with her request anyway.

Feeling the elevator move again, she can still feel her blood slightly boiling and her heart racing from the frustration she just had to witness.

Atsumu is not feeling any more different than her, clenching and unclenching his fists, while still trying to calm down himself.

What feels like a thousand years later, the elevator finally reaches the final floor, doors slowly opening.

‘I need some fuckin’ beer.’ Atsumu thinks to himself as he heads straight for the bar, without even saying goodbye to the woman that he shared the elevator ride with.

Atsumu sits down in one of the bar chairs while glancing over the menu of the drinks that were offered today.

He turns to the barkeeper and asks him for a beer.

“I am sorry sir, since this is a sports division event, no alcohol will be served. It was requested from the coach.“ The barkeeper gives Atsumu an apologetic look as he cleans a glass with a green little towel.

“Yer gotta be shittin‘ me.“ Atsumu puts his face in his hands and lets out a small grunt of frustration.

You step out of the elevator, taking a few steps before stopping to look around.

You notice that the event party has a lot of tall guys there, most of them probably over 6 feet tall.

Compared to your small size, they are giants. Before you can look around any more, someone runs towards you, attacking you in a bone-crushing hug.

You stumble back a little bit by the sudden force but quickly catch the person that engulfed you into a hug.

The scent of cherries and almonds fill into your nose, recognizing your friend by the body lotion she always uses.

“Hey girl, how’s it going? I missed you so much!“ She gushes at you, while giving you a look over.

“Goodness, you look a little bit pale, those night shifts aren’t doing you any favors. But good thing I just have the right things around here.“ She points to various things, giving each an explanation.

“So over there is the buffet, help yourself with all those treats! And in the corner over there, is the bar but since this is a sports event, no alcohol unfortunately. Since, you know, all these hot guys are volleyball players, they need to stick to a strict diet plan and blah blah blah.“

She rolls her eyes a little bit and you just nod along, quietly thanking her for the invitation. Looking back at you, she gives you a mischievous smile and wiggles her thin eyebrows up and down, almost in a suggestive manner.

Bumping your hip with hers, she starts talking again.

“Soooo… I saw that Atsumu Miya exited the elevator with you. Tell me, how hot is that dude! Did he talk to you? Did he give you his number? Did he give you his number one ‚one-in-a-million-smile‘? Did you guys make out in the elevator? Because both of you were having quite the flushed faces whenever you both exited the elevator.“

You give it out a small sigh and shake your head a little bit in reply, slightly irritated by her flooding questions, as you recall the conversation you had with Atsumu.

“No we didn’t do anything, don’t be silly. He was just being a rude asshole and I was bitching back at him.“

You cross your arms over your chest as you spot the blonde sitting at the bar, talking with an orange haired smaller guy and another tall guy with white-blackish spiked hair with a grumpy look on his face.

Your friend gives you a shocked look, following your gaze.

“Really? According to these magazines I read, he is a proud guy with a flirty personality. Ah well, looks can be deceiving. But not to worry my precious little birdie, there’s plenty of hot guys here. Talk to one of them and maybe see if one of them can take you home with them. Or even multiple if you’re into that shit.“

She gives you a wink and starts laughing at your flushed face.

Embarrassed that she would even dare suggest such a thing, you gave her a reply in a squeaky undertone.

“W-what? No! I am NOT into that! And I already have had enough volleyball players in one day. One is more than enough.“

“Whatever you say sweetie. Well at least eat some stuff from the food table, I paid a lot for that shit.“ She gives you a slight pat on the shoulder and walks around to greet more of her guests.

Turning your body a little bit, you start heading towards the table with all the goodies on it.

Taking a plate you let your eyes wander over the delicious varieties of food.

From Onigiris, to Takoyaki and even a big grill with tons of Yakiniku and Yakitori on it, makes your mouth water like a waterfall.

You haven’t eaten anything yet, you stayed awake since you were too hot in your apartment and you had to wait for the AC repairman.

Suddenly, you feel a presence beside you and you tilt your head a little bit to the side to see the white-blackish haired guy that was talking to Atsumu earlier at the bar.

Eyeing the massive amount of food on his plate, especially the meat, you can feel your jaw almost dropping to the floor.

Bokuto can feel you staring at him and just gives you a laugh combined with a large grin.

“Sorry, just a huge meat fan, trying to grow some more.“

“You're already pretty tall, and having meat fill up almost 90% of your plate doesn’t necessarily mean that you’re going to grow much more. Also, eat more eggs or whole grain foods, they should help better.“

You explain while looking at him with an eyebrow raised.

Bokuto raises both of his eyebrows, then his face transforms into a deep thinking one and quickly develops into a beaming smile.

“Really?! Oh my gosh thanks I will definitely take up your advice. Here, have some! You‘ll definitely need it more than me!“ Handing you his heavy full plate, he takes off to his friends and starts talking to them energetically.

Dumbstruck, you stare at him with wide eyes, then looking down to his plate.

Blinking a few times you were about to put the plate down, when Atsumu joins you at the buffet table.

He looks at your plate and raises one of his eyebrows at you.

“A bit much don‘tcha think? ‘Specially for someone yer size.“

You can feel your eye twitch in annoyance but don’t reply anything to that.

You set Bokuto‘s former plate into the hands of one of a very confused waiter, before grabbing your still empty plate to move around him, to look for something to munch your frustrations out.

A single pink-frosted vanilla cupcake has caught your eye and you were about to grab it when a bigger hand snatched it right away from you. It was the last one on the platter too. That asshole did not just do that.

Your hand is still frozen midair, trying to process what the hell just happened.

“I was just about to grab that and it’s the last one. Couldn’t you have at least asked me if I wanted it? You usually do that to be polite.“

Atsumu thinks hard for a moment, taking a good look at both beauties in front of his hazel brown eyes. Analyzing the situation for mere seconds, he chose to play dirty.

He wants to get you back for insulting his pride earlier.

Before you can blink, Atsumu shoves the entire cupcake into his mouth, looking almost like a snake devouring a mouse in one single bite.

Dumbfounded, you watch him with an open mouth as he chews and swallows.

“Man, that was good. Ya wanna taste?” He smirks at you while he licks the pink frosting off of his lips.

Still shocked, you act before you can think.

You push him into the pool behind him.

The sound of splashing water rips you out of your fury, realizing what you‘ve just done.

Holy shit.

You just pushed a star athlete in the pool.

Not just any star athlete, freaking Atsumu Miya.

The Setter of the Dingos.

Still highly in shock, you stare at the moving water of the pool.

Atsumu’s drenched head pops out of the water, coughing some water out of his mouth.

“The hell’s yer problem?! Yer could’ve killed me!” Atsumu shouts at you in exasperation.

“Don’t be so melodramatic! You’re obviously fine.” Crossing your arms against your chest, you stare at him with an annoyed frown.

“Can ya at least help me outta here?” You scoff at his request and retort.

“You’re a big guy, get out yourself. Also, you're way bigger and taller than me, how am I supposed to pull you out?”

He just gives you a look and thinks for about two seconds.

“Aint’cha a nurse or something? Use yer super strength to pull me out.”

Sighing, you still give in, after seeing his begging eyes.

You hold out your hand for him to grab onto. Atsumu gets closer to the edge of the pool and you can feel his very wet hand grabbing your own.

Flinching at the wetness you try your best to pull 80,4 kg out of the water.

As soon as you try to pull him out, his other hand comes out of the water and pulls you into the water with him.

Screaming at the sudden tug, you splash into the pool.

The cold water of the pool soaks through everything. Your hair, dress and make up are now ruined. All thanks to that blonde shithead.

Your head pops through the water surface and you give Atsumu the most hateful look anyone has ever seen.

Even if you’re fuming right now, Atsumu still has to admit that you’re even beautiful looking this angry. He just HAS to ask you out.

“You’re the most inconsiderate, most rude piece of shit I have ever met!” You furiously yell at him.

“Yeah, yeah I got that part from the start. Ya wanna go out with me sometime?” The drenched blonde gives you a tilt and his brown eyes kind of remind you of a cute Golden Retriever and- STOP. NO! Not only has that asshole just pulled you into ice cold water, it’s his fault you’re completely soaked, he was incredibly rude to you, he has the audacity to ask you out?!

Gaping at his request, you glance around you, to see that all eyes were on the two of you. Their mixes of emotion completely overwhelm you. You see confusion, pity and some even have a mix between shock and disgust.

Groaning loudly in frustration, you walk to the end of the pool to step out.

You see a hand outstretched for help and you see a black-haired tall guy whose hair is mid-length and slicked back.

Thankful for his help, he helps you out of the water and hands you his big soft yellow jacket, so you don’t freeze.

“Thank you but I am leaving now so you can keep it.” You say to him with tears in your eyes as you make your way to the elevator with hurried steps. Your pace begins to quicken, as you can hear Atsumu’s voice yelling after you to make you stop. Ignoring him, you bolt through the door to run down the stairs.

A few seconds later you can hear the sound of door opening again and loud footsteps chase after you.

“Stop, please! I want to apologize!” His deep voice echoes in the stairwell.

Still ignoring him, you can feel your tears running down your cheeks and you finally reach the bottom of the stairs.

Seeing your car on the other side of the street gives you a relief and you fetch your car key and unlock it.

As you are about to enter your car, you can hear Atsumu’s quick steps coming closer to you.

“Wait! Please!” He huffs out of breath.

“What the hell do you want?! Haven’t you humiliated me enough already?!” You whip around to yell at him.

Breathing heavily, flushed cheeks and with a worried look he looks to the ground like a kicked puppy.

“I am really really sorry. I didn’t mean ta humiliate ya up there. I know I was a jerk so I want to make it up to ya.”

Your hands wipe your tears away from your cheeks and you listen to what he has to say.

Still guilty as hell, he looks up to you with regret in his eyes.

“Please let me make it up to ya by takin’ ya out to dinner. I know I don’t deserve it but please give me a chance.” He pleads with you.

Your eyes fall to the concrete of the street as you overthink his offer.

The cold wind makes you shiver and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Atsumu. With another idea in his mind, he asks you to wait a few seconds.

You watch in confusion as he runs to what you’re guessing is his car and Atsumu grabs a yellow jacket with a black lettering that spells out ‘MSBY’.

Quickly running back to you, he hands you his jacket with the words that you should wear it so you don’t freeze.

You grab his jacket with uncertainty and remember you haven’t given him an answer yet.

His effort to try to make you feel better kind of helps you with your decision.

Breathing out with a heavy exhale you look up to him with ambivalence and accept his offer.

The concern in his eyes disappears and all of sudden his eyes shine brighter than the brightest Christmas lights.

“O-Oh awesome! Great! I’ll uh… Just give me yer number and we can arrange the date.” He stutters with a slight blush across his cheeks, you doubt it’s still from chasing you down the stairs.

You type in your number on his phone and his adorable smile is making you blush. If you actually look closer, you can make out some freckles across his nose and cheeks.

To be honest, Atsumu is really attractive. So attractive that it annoys the hell out of you.

Yet, you can’t wait to see what the date will turn out like.

Realizing you’re still wearing his jacket, you want to give it back to him.

“Nah, keep it beautiful. It looks better on ya anyway.” He compliments you with a wink.

Laughing a little bit, you push a loose wet strand of hair behind your ear and give him a cute smile that he returns.

Bonus scene <3

“So….. Papa and mama met at a party?“

Two sets of hazelnut eyes watch you and Atsumu carefully with confused but still exciting looks on their faces. Both of your children are a spitting image of their father, when he was younger. Cheeky hazel colored eyes, with messy dark brown hair.

“That’s right kiddos, yer ma was super into me the first time she laid eyes on ya handsome dad.“

Atsumu gives them a proud smile and turns around to look at you.

You catch his gaze and he gives you a wink, rolling your eyes as you continue to clear off the dinner you just shared with your family.

The younger one raises his hand to ask a question.

“Mama, why did you push papa in the pool?“

Your husband looks at you, with a mischievous smile on his face.

“Yeah mama, why did ya push poor dad in the pool?“

Giving your idiot of a husband a fiery look, you still answer your child’s question.

“Well to be honest, your dad had it coming. He snatched something precious away from me and obviously had to pay for it somehow.“

“Aw c‘mon baby yer not still mad ‘bout that are ya?“ Atsumu pouts.

“Mad about what?“ The mini Miyas glance at you with a twinkle of curiosity in their eyes, while scooting closer to listen to their parent‘s “romantic” story.

You stop wiping and hang up the dishwasher towel for drying. Standing behind your husband, he gives you a fearful look.

You lean over the chair, set both of your hands firmly on Atsumu‘s shoulders and you can feel the anxiety from his tense shoulders.

“He stole Mama‘s precious cupcake.“ You whisper to your children in a dangerous tone.

Both of your children gasp loudly at the reveal of the reason why you pushed your husband into the pool out of anger back then.

Atsumu chuckles a bit nervously but regains his composure quickly.

“Lesson learned not to steal food from mama. But I got her back for it, I pulled her in the pool as well.“

The gasps of your twins get even louder as they stare with open mouths and wide eyes at their father.

“In the end though, it kinda looked like the lion king scene, when Simba pulled Nala into the water. Afterwards…. Well let’s just keep that PG-13 for now. Ain’t that romantic kiddos?” Atsumu holds your hand with his own and squeezes it gently while giving you a lovesick smile as he looks up at you.

“What does papa mean?PG-13?“ The older one of the twins asks, while tilting his head to the side like a confused puppy.

Atsumu turns his face from you to his children, is about to give the talk about the birds and the bees and you quickly interrupt him.

“Atsumu! They are six years old for crying out loud!“ You scold him from behind and hit him lightly on the back of his head.

The blond Setter is startled by your loud voice and slap directed at him and he immediately shuts up.

“Hehe, Papa is scared of mama.“ The older twin turns towards his brother and starts giggling.

“I ain’t scared of her!” The Setter argues with his children.

“Atsumu.” You give him a deadly look.

“Shutting up dear.” Puts a hand to his head in a saluting way and glares at his children, as they continue to giggle and laugh at their cowardly father.

@wake-uptoreality @nerd-of-karasuno @rukia-uchiha-98

My pretty sunshine sachan

How are you on tumbler?

So here is the thing

I've always been self conscious about how do I look when I smile my widest smile, don't get me wrong, I love my smile and I think it's the only cute thing about me, but I just don't like how does I look when it's wide and all my teeth are showing (both of my Jaws are prominent so it looks like all my teeth are leaving my mouth) and I always end up covering my mouth while feeling delighted

BUT since now I'm an adult who's earning her own money I decided to have an orthodontist soon

How do you think Wakatoshi, Osamu, Daichi, Kyoomi and Iwazumi would react about getting a braces?

Hiii!❤️❤️

I am doing alright, I have been working on a Meian and my Osamu oneshot, but my sleep schedule is kind of messed up right now. Hopefully I will be able to finish them this year! :D

There’s always something or some things that people are self conscious about. But that’s okay! No one is perfect on the in-and outside. You shouldn’t let it get to your head to much. You’re a beautiful person, I have seen your smiles on Snapchat and they always brighten my day❤️ your fun personality adds to your awesomeness <3

You’re taking matters to your own hands and that’s great! Keep me updated on it :)

Let’s get to your ask regarding the reader getting braces! I apologize in advance I have like zero experience with that and I have never known anyone with braces :’D

Wakatoshi-kun…. Hmmm….. to be honest I see him being supportive but also confused on his partner getting braces. BUT. He would drive his s/o to the dentist and also pick them up. Honestly the best caretaker when it comes to comforting you pain wise. I don’t know about his cooking skills, I know he can do like basic things and he would be so careful with you. Gentle giant 🥹

Samuuu… I feel like he will be an asshole about it in the beginning. Like make fun of your pain in a teasing way, take post-op braces photos for his memory album on his phone and tease you about those as well. Hot chef will make food that’s easy for you to eat while you’re healing up. Husband material <333 picks you up after your appointment and closes his restaurant earlier just for you❤️ if dinner rush is too bad, he’ll make his brother pick you up. And Atsumu would take so many pics to send it to Osamu.

Captain Daichi 🤔 Daichi would take the day off to drive and pick you up from the dentist. I even think he would wait in the waiting room for you to be done. Already has a few meals prepared that his mum suggested for you to eat. He a great boyfriend <333

Omi-kun, our germaphobe beauty 🤤 Kiyoomi would only drive and pick up if it’s absolutely necessary and if seriously no one else can take you. At home he would make sure you take your pain meds exactly on time and would scold you if you take them five minutes later than the time you’re supposed to take them. Will 70% be a teasing asshole about your situation (pain-wise, swelling wise). Willingly gets you easy-to-chew-food and would go to the pharmacy at 11 pm if it means getting you more meds because of your pain.

Iwa-chan. Man’s gonna take a whole damn week off to take care of you. Hubby material as well, no one can fight me on this. Sneakily take some pics as well, whenever you think you’re not looking. He’d so concerned about your pain levels, asks like every 1-2 hours if you’re okay.

Nonetheless, none of them would love you any less just because you have braces 🥰

Could you maybe possibly tag your girl problems ? With a trigger or something ? As a guy I don't want to see that on my dashboard

PERIODS BLOOD UTERUS VAGINAS ASSES BOOBS ONE BOOB BIGGER THAN THE OTHER NIPPLES HURTING WAXING LEGS WAXING VAGINAS BRAZILIAN FUCKING WAXES GETTING YOUR ASSHOLE WAXED WAXING ARMPITS WAXING TOP LIPS WAXING EYEBROWS DRAWING IN YOUR EYEBROWS TATTOOING YOUR EYEBROWS ON PLUCKING YOUR EYEBROWS HAIR DYE HAIR CUTS SPLIT ENDS HAIRDRYERS EXPLODING HAIR STRAIGHTENERS HAIR CURLERS HAIR WAVERS SHOES HEELS WEDGES FLATS CONVERSE DOC MARTENS BOYS BOYS TELLING YOU YOURE TOO FAT BOYS TELLING YOU YOURE DUMB BOYS TELLING YOU YOURE WORTHLESS AND UGLY AND VILE AND DISGUSTING WITHOUT MAKEUP FUCKING EYELINER AND MASCARA AND FOUNDATION AND CONCEALER AND POWDER AND PERFUME AND LIPSTICK AND LIPGLOSS AND LIP BALM AND BEING TOO TALL BEING TOO SMALL BEING TOO SKINNY BEING TOO FAT NOT LOOKING LIKE THE GIRL IN THE MAGAZINE NOT LOOKING LIKE THAT ACTRESS NOT LOOKING LIKE THAT MODEL PURGING ANOREXIA BULIMIA ALL BECAUSE DOUCHE BAGS LIKE YOU CAN’T DEAL WITH FUCKING GIRL PROBLEMS

TRIGGER WARNING??? GROW SOME BALLS YOUR MOTHER DEALS WITH THIS YOUR SISTER DEALS WITH THIS YOUR AUNTIE YOUR COUSIN YOUR FRIEND YOUR NEIGHBOUR THE FUCKING QUEEN DEALS WITH ALL THIS SHIT BECAUSE BOYS ARE SO SO SO DUMB AND SUCH ASSHOLES WHEN IT COMES TO THIS

@rukia-uchiha-98 hey honey, I got my results.

I got „The hero bargains themselves to save others“

"I'm the one you want. Take me instead." Oh damn, the power trip with this one. You're a slut for the whump, angst, and power dynamics.

Ngl, it sounds hot lol.

@wake-uptoreality @lyditheoverthinker what are yours?

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐁𝐃𝐒𝐌 𝐂𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀 𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑? ( 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝟏𝟖+ )

Homoerotic Swordfights.

The blood, the sweat, the implications. Do they want to kill each other or kiss each other? You probably enjoy this trope because you like it rough, but you don't want to admit it.

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