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i bet on losing dogs

sakusa kiyoomi x reader

summary- you’re a college student coming fresh off a broken heart. sakusa, too, is a student at your university as well as a volleyball player with your close friend bokuto. when atsumu bets sakusa that he couldn’t handle, nonetheless date, your cynical personality, will the relationship you built with kiyoomi sakusa crumble?

genre- college!au fluff, angst, humor, crack

taglist- open

status- ongoing

they forced themselves there  || y/n’s besties <3

i. do i wanna know?

ii. when he sees me 

iii. tainted love

iv. moonshine

v. iris

vi. don’t speak

vii. lovely

viii. wait for me

ix. jessie’s girl

x. babooshka

xi. hit me with your best shot

xii. i will always think of you

xiii. washing machine heart

xiv. nuit blanche

xv. better now

Note: got my hair done, had to self project lmao and then it got really long and sappy

[text logs of Y/N and Sunarin]:

You: so it’s almost the new semester

Suna: oh is it really?

You: 🙄💀 shut up

You: you know what I mean

Suna: is it time?

You: it’s time

“It’s time,” you’d said. Time for your pre-semester makeover. For reasons Suna has never pretended to understand, you insist on being the hottest person in the lecture hall, semester after semester - at least for the first week before you default to barely brushed hair and wearing his clothes every day.

It’s always something different, depending on your mood and budget. One year it was just your nails. Most years, it’s a haircut of some sort. One year, it was a few new outfits that made him forget how to breathe.

It’s time - and you refused to tell Rin what your makeover would be this semester. Until…

He hears his door open. It’s you, with his spare key, shouting, “Rin!” as soon as you shut and lock the door behind you. “Come look!”

He doesn’t need to be told twice.

With all the athleticism of a two year old, he sprints through the house on socked feet, slipping on his tiled floor and almost busting his head open in his rush to see his pretty girl. He’s been fantasizing about previous versions of you all day; poor guy is about to die because every version of you is the prettiest woman he’s ever seen. Every time.

There you are now, hair cut short, highlighted in bold colors. He remembers days gone by when you didn’t have confidence for any of this, hiding behind curtains of undyed, barely styled hair, but now you beam at him like you own the world. And you do. His world.

The sight of you stops him in his tracks. “Fuck,” he whispers. “Fuck me. Baby, I’m going to have to learn boxing or something.” He scans all around your face, moving his head around to observe the way the color changes under the light.

Tipping your head, you tease, “Why’s that? Volleyball not enough of a workout for you?”

“Every year, you get prettier, and I have to fight off more suitors. Damn, you’re gorgeous.” He finally comes close enough to touch you, to drag his fingers through your hair. He kisses the top of your head, then your forehead, then…

You whisper, “You tease,” when he lingers millimeters from your lips. Hooking two fingers into his belt loops, you tug him forward. he stumbles a bit, straightens up away from your face, though the rest of him is closer than before. “Thank you.”

“…For?” He raises his eyebrows.

With a shrug, you respond. “For being you. For convincing me I’m pretty enough for… all this. And for loving my personality too. You know… You remember how I was when we started dating, and I only grew this much because you convinced me it was okay. Convinced me that I had to before you left me behind.”

“I would never leave you behind.” Rin sounds scandalized but the very thought.

“I know that now. But once I started looking for ways to be better for you, I found ways to be better for me too.”

There are no words to his response. Just soft, emotion-filled eyes and his hands creeping into the back pocket of your jeans. “Thank you. For looking this hot and still coming back to me every time.”

It’s not romantic, objectively speaking. But there’s a lot he’s said there without saying it. It’s in his tone, his stance, his eyes. It’s in every fiber of his being that doesn’t need words.

It’s, I love you. I’m proud of you. You can do whatever you want with me because I trust that it will only be good. I never want to lose you.

It’s a language the two of you are still developing, your own unreliable way of saying things without really saying them.

“Shut up, loser. Now get your hands out of my pockets and make me some dinner.”

“Is that any way to speak to your loving boyfriend?”

“It is when I’ve spent the last three hours in the salon. Come on, gimmie food.”

“So demanding.”

“Rin.”

“Yes, darling. Right away, darling.”

“…We can go for ice cream after this.”

“I have ice cream in the freezer.”

“Rin.”

“Yes ma’am, we’re going for ice cream after this. It’s a date. Me and the most beautiful woman in the universe.”

↬ pairing. sakusa kiyoomi/gn! reader 

↬ summary. the rawest part of you fits me like a missing puzzle piece, or i think sakusa always deserves some tlc 

↬ genres. fluff

↬ wc.

↬ a/n. this piece features both characters showering together, so there is implied nudity. however, it is still entirely sfw, but i will use a read more ! also deals with anxiety

“let me hold you,” he pleads, watching you sort out the laundry in the closet. 

blinking, you agree- but after your shower. you inform him as such.

“we can shower together,” sakusa suggests, “i just want to hold you.”

in his insistence you hear the words he can’t express, the exhaustion and fear and the desperation to hold you, his favourite person, while doing one of his favourite activities, showering. 

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Summary: Sakusa Kiyoomi tended to avoid a number of things: germs, crowds, his teammates, and interviews. He preferred his life out of the limelight. When rumors spring up about his love life, keeping his fiancée a secret becomes a whole lot harder.

Chapter List

The Snake Den 

MSBY Black Jackals

Return to Tokyo

The Game

Post Match Interviews || Extra

A Late Night Encounter || Atsumu

Drinks with the Boys

Spring Qualifiers

Tokyo Rematch

Sponsors and Fangirls || Extra

Musubi Tower

Gold Digger

Breakfast at Tiffany’s

If She Had to Pick

The Final Game

BONUS: Paranoia || Kiyoto

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if i do get back into writing, this theme has GOT TO GO

"do you love me?"

tsukishima paused the video he was watching on his phone as he turned to look at you, who was sitting beside him on the couch, with an unamused face.

"there's a kid sleeping in the bedroom right next to us who looks exactly like the two of us," he responds, eyes meeting yours.

"that doesn't answer my question, kei."

he places down his phone on the coffee table in front of both of you, slightly turning his body to the side to face you.

"what did you do this time?" he asks, eyes fixed on you.

"what? i did nothing! why are you answering my question with another question?" you frowned, arms crossed in front of your chest.

"because the last time you tried pulling something like this, you 'accidentally' broke my glasses." his brow quirked up at you, air-quoting the word 'accident' for emphasis as he mirrors your action.

"it was really an accident! and no, i did not do anything nor broke any of your stuff," you gave him a slight glare, lips slightly jutting out into a small pout. "i just want to know if you love me."

"no, i don't," he says, corners of his lips tugging up into a small smirk.

you kept your eyes on him as he turns to lean his back against the couch, picking up his phone again.

as you were about to say something, he cuts you off.

"i don't love you that's why i married you and had a kid with you."

he says, eyes still fixed on the phone screen.

"i don't love you that's why i wake up earlier than what i'm used to so i could prepare your breakfast and pack your lunch for work."

even though he has his phone in his hand, you knew you have his full attention as he was just looking at the home screen instead of opening a random app.

"i really don't love you, that's why i use my free time at work to watch re-runs of your favorite shows so i could respond with something useful whenever you talk about them to me."

the smirk turns into a genuine smile that you know fully well as his eyes were fixed on your family photo that he had set as the home screen background of his phone.

"i don't love you that's why i sit with you here on the couch, at four in the morning even though we both have work in less than four hours, answering your dumb question," he says, finally turning to look back at you.

but it was your turn to look away.

"it was just a question, you don't have to be all serious," you mumbled quietly, "and do you really watch my dramas in your free time?"

kei lets out a small laugh, turning back on his phone again as he scoots closer to you, resting his head on your shoulder.

"i thought the plot would be cliche but it's more fun than what i had expected..." he replies, playing the video that he was watching earlier.

I’m into sketching these days ~ 

the flower garden

pairing: sakusa x reader 

warnings: none

genre: fluff 

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kiyoomi gives red roses on the first date. he’s standing in-front of your door, bouquet in his hand. he cannot help but ask himself: is this too much? he looks down at the roses, they’re loud and bright against his pale hand - red like the sunset, red like apples and raspberries. what if you think he’s moving too fast? roses on the first date? perhaps he should not have listened to his sister. his thoughts come to a halt, when the door opens and you are standing there, smiling - looking at the flowers. kiyoomi, are those for me? you ask. he nods his head, and your eyes twinkle. they’re beautiful, thank you! he passes them to you, ears tinted red. 

(he had nothing to worry about.)

-x-

kiyoomi gives orange tulips when returning from an away game. he enters the apartment, careful not to crush the flowers - orange like the leaves in autumn, orange like fire cackling - as he takes his shoe off at the entrance. he takes his face-mask off, entering the living room, and the sunset blankets the room in golden orange. kiyoomi, is that you? you call out. he hears the bedroom door slide open, and your footsteps against the floor. you smile wide, walking towards him and say, welcome home. the orange flowers fall into your embrace, as you hold them with all the love and care. it’s good to be back, he says, pressing his lips on yours. 

(home is not just a place, it is also a person.)

-x-

kiyoomi gives white lilies after an argument. he is currently at the public park, and can see you sitting on the white wooden bench, alone. it has been a few hours since he last spoke to you. you left the apartment - eyes angry, lips scowling. he knew he would find you here, and truthfully, he does not want to sleep on an argument - he loves you too much. your facing forward, he places his hand on your shoulder, and you jump at the sudden contact. i’m sorry, he says, gently. he places down the white lilies next to you - white like the glimmering snow, white like the moon wolves howl at. you do not reply, nor do you turn to look at him. but you do pick the flowers up - plastic wrap crinkling -  holding them close to your chest.

(relationships are not always perfect. and that is okay, because from here, you will both learn and grow.)

-x-

you give purple orchids on his birthday. kiyoomi is not one for celebrations, he does not like crowded spaces - preferring to stay within the comfort of these four walls. celebrations are small and intimate, and you do not mind, as spending time with him - if it is with a group of people, or just the two of you alone - is what matters the most. you gift him the purple flowers - purple like the wings of a butterfly, purple like the sky at dusk. happy birthday, kiyoomi, you say. he smiles, softly. thank you. the cylinder vase is small in his hands, as he smells the orchids. you know, the purple really brings out the colour of your eyes. he looks at you, amused. really? you grin. yeah.

(he is a year older and wiser. but no matter what happens, he will always be your kiyoomi.)

[10:28 PM]— SUNA RINTARO

When Suna sees your story, your smile large as you’re out with friends for the first time in a while since the break up, his head spins. It’s not the outfit you’re wearing, it’s not the way the colors compliment your eyes perfectly or the way your body’s hugged in all the right places—it’s the arm wrapped around your shoulders, loosely hanging around you as though it were normal.

And he hates that the man who’s got you tucked into him seems so bright, so content.

And Suna sits in his room, on the creaky old bed, next to the dim old lamp, surrounded by the bare old walls, watching as you seem to have your life together.

Do you? Are you happy now? Now that you’re no longer tied to him, tied to his habits of shrugging you off, keeping you out of the loop, not coming to you when he needs it most, not being there for you when you needed him most.

He supposes it makes sense. It should. But he dies inside at the look on your face, and with every second he stares at your smile, his composure falters, and his eyes turn misty.

So, with shaky hands, he calls you, and to his surprise, you pick up.

“Suna?” He blinks, shocked at the normalcy of your tone.

“Hey, y/n,” he mutters. It’s quiet for a moment, and neither of you knows what to say, and then you sigh. He feels wetness seep down his cheeks.

“What is it?” Sniffling, he stares at the small cushions set up by the window where you’d both sit and watch the lights of the city. Suna pretends he’s looking out of it and talking to you while you visit your family like he used to do. He used to laugh when someone struggled parallel parking across the street, pausing you mid-sentence to tell you about it.

“I wanted to just… I just needed to hear your voice,” he whispers, admitting to you for the first time in a while that he needed something to do with your presence. Even too late, it feels somewhat nice.

But nice wasn’t always enough. Nice was fleeting, a small sense of security in a moment that you stole from the world, and it was easily outweighed by much more. Being with Suna was nice. And then it wasn’t.

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