I May Not Always Be Right But I Am Never Never Ever Wrong

i feel like i could make dialogue-less films

replace the extremely clingy with avoiding your calls because i don’t have the energy to talk to u

"I want a loser gf" until I lay in my room all day, have 2 friends, socially awkward and extremely clingy

i so intensely crave this

someone needs to write a restaurant au where yn is a waitress and kyotani is a line cook

me and hinata are both procrastinators everything gets done last minute like me and shoyo college au roommates. We’re constantly up at 3am trying to retain information for the test (we wake up late, don’t remember anything we studied, i somehow still end up forcing him to get coffee with me, and we cheat off of tsukishima.) BUT if we ever are doing a project together i try to be the more responsible one

it was so easy to be locked in when i had faves like tsukishima and geto who are both academically inclined. now my fave is hinata, who would totally enable me to procrastinate…

this is atsumu after we had our first girl after the twins

study break = a gift for iris they r ur biggest supporters but they look a bit ugly at the moment :3

sahri the amount of endorphins this just brought me is insane i love you so much, may iwa cook a nice warm dinner for you tn after ur done studying <3

shoyo and samu look so cute and ty my hair looks so cute and so does my bow 🩷

HEY SO!!! OLIVER X IRIS

i don’t know anything about the ship how did it happen!!!!!! lore!!!!

sigh olivris is like a toxic couple but i love him sm😞

It was lwk like friends to sneaky links to relationship and then it’s like a CONSTANT back n forth between us but we definitely do have our sweet moments that keep us coming back to each other.

but in our relationship i don’t end up with him i actually end up with isagi🙂‍↕️

∿ when grit meets grace ⤸ ╱ ❛ lilies ❜

♬⋆.˚ starry cat, up above / why do you glow? do you know? / when you left, you made a / hole the size of a moon inside my heart.

ꫂ ၴႅၴ content warnings; flirting. smoking. maybe some self depreciation? short, sweet. -> word count: 727.

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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.”

MUSE . . . yaku morisuke + f! reader

⤷ spinoff to bitter

art by marina grechanik, find it (and more) here

                                  ✦     ART IS RESISTANCE     ✦

warnings : 17+ to read, addiction, drugs + alcohol, language, blood + violence, illegal activities, broken/dysfunctional families, mental health struggles, mentions of trauma, inaccurate knowledge of the japanese educational system (reader is a teacher…again), toxic relationships, yaku is a horrible person at first, reader isn't great either, yes I'm reposting this bc the suga idea no longer spoke to me, for you @shortcakebaby <3

vandalistic tendencies : playlist → tba, moodboard → tba

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PROLOGUE

CHAPTER ONE

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