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Summerboy!

❀.ೃ࿔ ─── lady gaga? : 01 , You arrived in Brazil after what felt like the longest 15 hours of yoru life, even if that was a layover

content found : Atsumu Miya x fem!reader , mentions of alcohol , smau , kys/kms jokes , homophobia mentioned

word count : 534

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| 12:45 am : RIOgaleão International Airport

You three really should've bought seats next to eachother, 'cause now you're walking to baggage claim trying to figure out where eachother are

She wouldn't own up to it, but it was one-hundred percent Kiki's fault

"Guy's, we don't need seats next to eachother that's like another hundred dollars we would need to spend"

You and Tori looked at eachother questioning her logic, but who can argue with saving money

You could also blame your cousin Kiyoomi for having a 'friend' - a term used very loosely - who was living in Brazil, and it happened to give you major fomo when you found out he was going to be in Brazil

Sat at bagage claim waiting and hoping your friends were compitent enough to make it out of the airport

The heavy purse you brought as carry-on sat between your legs, head in your hands trying to fight off the sleep creeping up on you

"Uh, excuse me?"

Head shooting from your hands to only be faced with some guy he looked about your age, and a little farmillar. Toned blonde hair, honey golden eyes, natural smirk, really cute dimpl-

"Um, hello?"

His head tilted slightly

"Do you know if this is the bagage claim for the last flight from Japan?"

Putting a little more thought into your answer to try and combate the jetlag

"Oh uh, yeah it is.."

Voice trailing off, for someone who was very postive her answer was correct, you really didn't sound it

"Right..? Thanks alot"

Watching as he walked away and over to someone else, presumablly asking them the same question. If that was slightly mortifing enough, he was totally your type, like the cutest guy ever probably

"Oi Y/nn!"

Dazed, you wouldn't of even noticed Tori and Kiki if they didn't push you off the bench you were sitting on leaving you flat on your butt

"Y/n! get up that dudes staring, you're causing a scene bruv!"

Tori's hushed yelling only made the situation worse, until you looked over and noticed it was the same guy from before

Quickly picking yourself and your bag up, dusting imaginary dirt of you and apprently Tori also decided to dust you off

Slapping her hand with an annoyed look

"You're the one who pushed me over"

"Ok buddy, you're yappin' a whole lot, right Ki'?"

You both stood there motionless as you watched Kiki lift each of your suitcases off the converbelt, her arm frantically ushering you two over

Footsteps echoing through the near empty airport

"Hurry up we've gotta get to the air bnb, Tori pick your bag up!"

Her voice carried a sense of urgency - which was not necessary - as she practically ran out of the airport

"It's yoru fauly, you shouldn't been laying on the floor"

"What?! You pushed me?"

"Uh nuh uh! This is why yoru brother likes me more"

"Maybe 'cause Motoya's your boyfriend? Do you act braindead on purpose?"

"Stop fighting!"

Kiki's voice cut through the petty argument that she could never seem to escape when she was with you two

"See, your fault"

Your eyes seemed to roll on insticnt at Tori's remark

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wc: 392

cw: alcohol use, smoking

She’s drunk, sitting cross-legged on his bedroom floor. The tips of Atsumu’s knees brush against hers. He has a dying lighter in his hands and a poorly rolled joint between his lips. He doesn’t get it lit until his fifth try. Her head spins.

She watches through half-closed eyes as Atsumu inhales, and then tilts his head back to blow smoke up towards his ceiling. The smell of it combines with his heavy cologne. Watching his hands grounds her.

“Here,” Atsumu says, and he lifts the joint towards her lips. He doesn’t wait for her response before he’s placing it between her lips, holding it delicately with two fingers. She inhales like she was told to, and Atsumu hums. “You look so pretty like that.”

There’s a delay in her head, and she doesn’t hear his words until she’s exhaling through her nose and Atsumu’s hand’s retracted. She feels dizzier than before.

Atsumu doesn’t say things like that to her. He shouldn’t. It makes her throat tighten up and her skin prickles. “Tsumu,” she drunkenly slurs, pulling her knees up to her chest, “don’t say things like that to me.”

“Yeah?” he says, smoke billowing from his mouth as he speaks. “Why not?”

She’s not drunk enough to feel embarrassed. She thinks that maybe she will be in the morning, when she remembers that this is real, and her words hold weight. “Cuz it makes me want to kiss you.”

Atsumu doesn’t say anything for a while. He doesn’t say anything for so long that it makes her think that she made a mistake. Her eyes find the ground, and her cheeks grow hot.

“D’ya mean that?” he asks, voice suddenly lower.

Her eyes flash up to meet his. His eyes seem dark. He clenches his jaw and his Adam’s apple bobbles in his throat as he swallows. “Yeah,” she says lightly, afraid to be any louder than she is.

Atsumu grins, then. Slight and easy, and it makes her stomach flip. “You can kiss me in the morning, then, if you still mean it.”

She sleeps in his bed that night, limbs sprawled out and entangled in his. He keeps an arm over her chest and he snores in her ear. She tosses and turns but he doesn’t let her get an inch. When morning comes, Atsumu doesn’t let her forget.

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i’ve been sick for a week now. I started my period (first day is the worst.) i had a pizza in the shower bc i felt like it. (it didn’t get wet.) I’m cramping deathly.

kuroo would sing old justin beiber music to me and he actually has a good voice 💔

hi darling, when i get my break today i have updates for you on the buggy love life <3 i love you and hope you have a good day kiss kiss kiss

-love bug 🐞

omg yes i’m so excited

i hope god blesses me w a guy w big biceps

LAST SEEN WITH:

DON’T FREAK OUT, DENKI KAMINARI

DESCRIPTION: a series of texts leading up to a pivotal moment in you and your best friends relationship.

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION: smau. pls ignore any mistakes. profanity. friends to lovers. they/them jirou propaganda. mina appearance. reader calls denki fat. accidental confessions. brain rot language. ex-boyfriend! yo shindo mentioned.

let me hop on the train

tomorrow is katsukis birthday im cooking something up

KUROO TETSUROU doesn’t get it.

you’re around all the time—at school, after school, walking home. you're his neighbor. he sees you practically every day. so why does it feel like he misses you?

and not just a little. like... really misses you. the kind that sits in his chest and doesn’t let up. but calling it “missing you” doesn’t feel right.

one late night, he spirals down a google rabbit hole and finds the word: ‘longing’. that’s it. it’s not just about seeing you. it’s about the way you make things feel okay without even trying. the way he wants more than just friendship, more than what you already give him without realizing.

so, in a moment of zero forethought, he calls you. after three rings, you pick up.

“hello?”

“y/n, i think i’m in love with you.”

there’s a beat of silence, then a soft laugh. “you’re real funny.”

“i’m not joking,” he says. “i’ve been sitting with this for weeks. i miss you, even when i’m with you. and i don’t know what that says about me, but i needed to tell you.”

the silence stretches. regret starts creeping in.

“…forget i said anything. that was—”

“kuroo,” you cut in, “you’re such an idiot. i love you too.”

after yet another beat of silence, he speaks up again.

“can i see you?” he asks, like his mouth’s moving faster than his brain can keep up.

“try not to wake anybody up.” you reply with a soft smile.

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“wrong. run it again.”

they’ve been at this for over an hour. hinata approached keishin before practice, phone in hand, with hopes of trying a new quick. it had taken keishin less than 30 seconds to know that it would be hard. hard, but not impossible. everyone looks tired–tsukishima’s attitude is growing worse by the second, nishinoya is getting more frustrated, hell, even asahi is getting a little upset. it’s no one’s fault in particular, but he knows they’re blaming hinata and kageyama.

“jesus, dude,” tanaka pants, hands on his knees. he’s staring right at keishin, brows furrowed. “we’ve been doing this for, like, an hour. can we get a break or something?”

the man thinks for a moment. if they stop now, they’ll lose the momentum. “no,” he says, maybe a little too bluntly. “do it again.” he crosses his arms over his chest and waits. they reset to their respective positions and keishin brings the whistle to his mouth and blows. their movements are sluggish, tired, defeated. the ball gets to kageyama and he sets it, but hinata is so tired that he can’t jump as high as he normally can. he misses the ball by mere inches and groans reverberate through the gym.

“sorry, guys,” hinata mumbles, draggin a hand down his face.

keishin looks to his left, where takeda is standing with a pinched face, and he sighs. he turns back to the team and waves his hand dismissively. “okay, take a break. ten minutes, that’s it.” he doesn’t stay to hear the complaints. instead, he walks out of the gym, sticks a cigarette in his mouth, and lights it. nicotine floods his veins and his stress dissipates. he’s only there for a couple seconds when something catches his eye.

you.

you’re carrying baskets full of flowers, struggling to balance them all. ten minutes his ass. he stomps his cigarette out and walks over to your car, hands in his pockets. “need some help with that?”

you flinch and nearly drop one of the baskets. “oh! ukai! hey, it’s funny seeing you here. um, yes, i could use some help if you’re offering.” you laugh and, once again, ukai feels weak in the knees. he chalks it up to his injury. you hand him one of the baskets and sigh heavily, grateful that you’re no longer straining. “ah, thank you so much. what, uh, what are you doing here? you’re not stalking me, are you?”

he nearly chokes on his own spit. “what?” it takes him longer than it should to realize you’re joking. “oh, hah, no i, um, coach the boys volleyball team here.”

your eyes seemingly light up. “no way! that’s so awesome! i used to play volleyball when i was in high school. i wasn’t very good, though.” you hum, reminiscing. “did you play?” when he nods, you smile. “were you any good?”

he exhales, tongue darting out to wet his lips. “nope,” he says quickly. he doesn’t need to tell you his sob story just yet. “what are you doing here? and with all these flowers?”

“oh, i’m donating to the greenhouse club! i saw a facebook post saying they were looking for flowers and seeds–stuff like that.” you shift the box to your other hip. “i figured it would be good business, y’know? donate and then people know i have a flower shop?” you begin to walk, but stop and turn to him. “um, do you know where the greenhouse is?”

he scoffs out a laugh and nods, walking the opposite direction you were going. “and what happens when this doesn’t get you the business you want?” he doesn’t mean to say it, but he’s a pessimist, he can’t help it.

you hum, looking down at the ground where your feet walk in sync. “i don’t know,” you whisper. suddenly, keishin regrets even making a comment about it. “i suppose i’ll . . . apply at your convenience store and hope you give me a chance?”

he looks down at you and almost flinches at the wide smile on your face. you two stop just before the greenhouse, turned towards each other. “i’ll think about,” he says, smirking slightly.

you smile and laugh, pushing the door open with your hip. “thanks for helping me, ukai. i really appreciate it.”

he swallows hard and nods. “yeah, sure. it was no problem, really.”