Having Online Friends Is Just “i Made Food Does Anyone Want Some” “i’m Gonna Fight Ur Dad”

new post coming today ! it’ll be out inna few <3

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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gonna post in a little bit !

Painter!Atsumu as a first post!! Hello!!💘

"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.

[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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sakusa is staring at you. this in itself is not unusual. he’s not one for words, and his tolerance for touch can be mostly unpredictable, so the staring is just a thing he ends up doing sometimes.

just your luck that today, he seems more intent on it than usual - on the exact day it makes your skin crawl more than usual. you feel gross. like he’s eyeing you the way he eyes tables that need to be wiped down.

“uhm.. omi?”

he hums. not even a worded response, just a hum. 

“sorry.”

at that, he startles, pulling himself up straighter to his full sitting height. “wait, for what?”

“that i’m having a bad week.”

“‘s not your fault, though.”

“maybe, but it’s made my attitude absolutely horrible. and also… i’m going to have to ask you to leave. i need- i need space.”

“oh. uh…” sakusa is a little stuck. you’ve never directly asked him to leave before. while he could be offended, he’s a little more awed that you’re finally starting to make selfish demands of him. “okay. i’ll be at the gym, i guess. or home, depending how long you need. do you need me to do anything first or while i’m gone? groceries or anything?”

you just need him out so you can let yourself feel every holed up emotion you need to feel. “no, thank you. you can text me if you want, but i’m turning off my phone until my head is on right.”

“okay. take care, love. call me when you’re ready.”

even though you asked for it, the lack of omi is abrupt. but he’s not stupid. he’s pretty well-versed in the science of you, and he thinks he knows at least half of what’s going on in your head. if you told anyone else, they wouldn’t believe you, but omi writes you love letters pretty regularly, and that night, he pens another to slide under your door in the morning:

Continua a leggere

watching doctor who for the first time in like… 2 months

listening to zelda music and it’s storming out— 2day is good

welp... i’m back ????

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