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furuyalover · 14 days

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hey Mars! Can you do dark red by Steve lacy with Kenma? like they confessing to eachother and all? Thank you! (I'm sorry if it's not cleared enough)

dark red | mars & her music event

“i belong with you, and only you babyy”

— ft. kenma kozume & some cute confessions

AN: i love this song sooo much u have no idea, so i ofc loved writing this !! i had a lot of fun writing this so be prepared for a loooong read. hope u enjoyed & tysm for the ask <3

“something bad is 'bout to happen to me. i don't know what, but i feel it coming”

kenma was never one to be good at dealing with other peoples emotions, much less his own. yet he found himself often thinking, even caring, about you. it was an occurrence that was strange to him. he couldn’t understand why he felt this way, but he knew that he liked you more than anyone else.

“kenma, you realize you have a painfully obvious crush on y/n right?” his tall rooster headed said to him while pinching the bridge of his nose. dealing with kenma’s obliviousness to his crush on you had started stressin him out a lil too much.

“what? no i don’t?? she’s just my friend.” he would protest, not noticing how red the tips of his ears got whenever you were mentioned. but no matter how many times he tried denying it, kuroo was right, he did have a crush, the biggest, crush on you. yet you were oblivious to this as well

“i hink of her so much it drives me crazy. i just don't want her to leave me”

you had been friends with kenma for a while now, spending almost every day with him & his friends. but when you yourself developed feelings for him, you tried to ignore them, not wanting to ruin your friendship in case he doesn’t feel the same.

your relationship began to stray a little bit though. after finding out another girl confessed to him, you assumed he said yes, and began distancing yourself from him. not out of jealousy, you just wanted to be respectful, but also avoiding him was also the easiest way for you to stop the ache you felt in your heart over the boy you’ve been in love with.

kenma found himself missing you more than usual. where is she? why doesn’t she hangout with us that much anymore? was it something i did? he couldn’t handle not being with you daily. hell, he practically confessed his love to you to the girl who confessed to him.

“don’t you give me up, please don't give up. on me, i belong, with you, only you, babe”

when he saw you walking home after school alone, part of him was upset because usually he’s the one walking with you, but another part of him saw this as a perfect opportunity to try see why you’ve been avoiding him.

lost in your thoughts walking home, you’re startled when you hear someone call your name from afar. even more so when you realize that you recognize that name, your crush, kenma kozume.

“hey y/n wait up a sec” he calls after you sheepishly, while jogging over to meet you. “why don’t you walk with me after school anymore?” he asks slightly out of breath. steadying his breath and readjusting his jacket, he looks at you waiting for your response

at a loss for words at this awkward encounter you manage to say “well.. um, i just thiught you’d be walking with your girlfriend i guess” a look of confusion smeared on his face, he blinks a few times in disbelief of what you just said. “my what? who are you talking about?” now it’s your turn to be confused.

“that girl who confessed to you? kuroo told me about it & i figured you started dating her” the look of confusion on his face is now replaced with one of annoyance. palming his face and then rubbing his temple he retorts “oh my god im gonna kill him shit. wait is this why you’ve been avoiding me?” facing your embarrassment head on and looking at the ground, you decide you might as well tell the truth.

“yeah, i just didn’t wanna make things awkward by letting my feelings get in the way.” kenma definitely knows something’s up so he asks “what feelings..?” a slight blush creeping up on your face you confess. “i like you kenma, i’ve liked you forever probably. and i didn’t want to ruin our friendship with my own feelings” you notice a small smile form on kenma’s face, and next thing you know he’s pulling you towards him into a hug.

letting out a sigh, followed by a small laugh he confesses to you himself. “y/n, i don’t know how you never realized, but i’ve liked you the moment we met. kuroo will tell you how much i talk about you. and i even told that girl how i only have eyes for you after i rejected her.” a warm feeling fills your heart, and everything just felt so right. you know how quiet kenma can be, and how little he expresses himself, so this confession was just that more meaningful.

to reassure him & his feelings, you look at him with the biggest, genuine smile, squeezing him tightly in your hug. he places a chaste kiss on your head, then simply says, “so will you stop avoiding me now?” his heart is so full <3

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haztory · 4 months

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['sex' by the 1975]

⤷ atsumu miya x f!reader; best friends, references to infidelity, pining, sexual content (w.c 3.1k)

“it’s not sex.” he insists between mouthfuls. a drop of mustard dots the corner of his mouth. you stare incredulously.

“are you joking?” you ask. atsumu just shrugs his shoulder, intense focus saved for the burger held in his hands. practically inhaling a third of it in one bite as he brings it up to his mouth.

“‘s not like it’s the real thing.” he bobs his head side to side in consideration of the sandwich before he’s grabbing at the fries in your lap, “can i haf some.”

the carton lays practically emptied from his pilfering next to your abandoned chicken nuggets. three remaining, absent of consumption in favor of a bewildered stare at the man seated beside you on his bed.

“fingering is penetration, that’s sex.” you say simply.

atsumu raises a brow, “yer gyno having sex with ya?”

“that’s different.” you level a stare at him, one that’s serious and fierce and that communicates everything you mean in the single look alone. he meets it with one of his own, familiarity and uncommunicated languages all the rage between the two of you. “she doesn't make me cum.”

“neither does yer boyfriend.” he shrugs, taking another large bite of his burger as you screech in offense. your hand meets his bicep with a sharp slap and he grabs at it in pain. “ow! ya were the one that told me that!”

”some people take a minute to figure it out.”

”sounds like its taking a lot longer than a minute.” he mutters to himself. “look, its a lost cause. just dump the guy before it gets anywhere. ya haven’t had sex yet, he’s got a weird face, dude cant tell a fake orgasm from a real one. why are ya fighting me on this?”

“fingering is sex! your body count would be zero if fingering didnt count.” you insist loudly and atsumu rolls his eyes. he crumples the foil his burger came in and throws it across the room, cheering loudly when it makes it into the bin in the corner of his room.

his room is much the same since the last time you visited. photos of passing years sit framed on the desk— an image of he and osamu with their arms wrapped around each other, taken right before atsumu left for the olympics. another of you and atsumu placed right next to it, you leaning over his shoulder and him laughing loudly, beer bottles held deftly in hands and drunken flushes decorating your faces. momentos of faded high school memories, interspersed with flashes of young adult realities.

its more sophisticated than it once was. minimal in furniture, and of the items that decorate the room they’re the perfect reflection of a twenty-four year old athlete. his closet is lined with designer gifted clothes, but his desk chair remains stacked with undone laundry, the basics of his everyday life found in the plush cushion more than on the hangers. the jacket you’re currently wearing was stolen from the top of that pile just after delivering a pointed comment at how cold he keeps his apartment.

its a far cry from the bedroom he used to share with his brother, the one you remember at the dusk of previous memories. it was cramped and contained, lines between the two boys constantly blurred and you having to learn rather quickly where to step and when. but even now, as he lives on his own in a city a bit further from you than you’re comfortable with, not much has changed. you still sit on the left side of the bed and he takes the right; you still eat burgers on his bed and steal his jackets, and he throws papers into trash bins and insists he could’ve made it professional were he not already in volleyball; you still moan and complain about the woes of daily life and he still listens to them endlessly, interjecting the same amount of dumb enthusiasm as you know him to have.

there is still much in common that remains between he and you. trusted familiarity, endless comfort; a bubble that remains whole and precious, unaltered despite life dealing its hand to you. you’re convinced there’s no one else in the world that gets you quite like atsumu does.

there’s also no one in the world that works you up, quite like atsumu does.

atsumu stands from the bed, retrieving your own trash from your lap and chucking the rest of it in the bin. lithe and lean, he moves with a body that is sculpted to perfection as he turns off the overhead light and instead turns on the desk lamp, submerging the room in the lowly warmth of its glow. days are shorter now and the sun has just made it return home, leaving you to the dim luster of a pleasant comfort.

its quiet, intimate. words entirely inappropriate to describe the weekly hangout with your best friend of seven years.

pushing thoughts aside, you fight to remember what the whole point of the conversation was about. a boyfriend, right. your boyfriend.

right.

“and he does not have a weird face, he’s just… interesting. it’s what i liked about him.”

“revolting. i’m this close to spiking a ball in his face. it would be plastic surgery for the dud.”

“you’re being mean.” you tell him.

atsumu scoffs loudly, “and yer being stupid! yer the one that’s complaining to me about it. yer really gonna date a guy who can’t figure it out when he fingers ya? what happens when ya actually have sex with the bozo?”

“it takes practice. i don’t blame him for not being able to get me there on the first try. i see him later tonight so i’ll talk to him about it. it’s hard to figure out how to turn someone on and then try to, you know, get me there—“

“woahwoahwoah—timeout.” atsumu hold his hands perpendicular to one another, forming a ‘t’. his eyebrows practically touch the hairline of his bleached hair. “he doesn't even turn you on?”

“not everyone is good at everything, like you.” you mean it sarcastically, but it comes out short and meek. it’s embarrassing to have to cover for the misgivings of your current beau, but there’s an obligation to. a point to make, especially to the man in front of you.

you’ve met the ex-girlfriends, heard their feedback for the man before you. an average of six out of ten in boyfriend material, but he knocks the ball out of the park when it comes to the bed—or so you’ve heard.

(aya, the most recent girl to have made her grand exit, followed you on instagram and asked you to not be a stranger. whether that was so she could have her in for atsumu or because she really wanted to be friends is still up for debate, but the gesture ended with a message in your directs.

[9:17] it sucks, he’ll always be more in love with volleyball than any girl he could ever date. and even if he didn’t, you’re his number two anyway, so there’s really no way i can win.

[9:20] i’m super sorry, aya. if it’s any consolation, i really liked you two together. he’s just slow, i’m sure you guys will figure it out.

[9:20] you were our biggest argument.

[9:20] so no, i don’t think we will.

[9:21] i’ll miss that dick tho, best orgasm of my life. rip

there’s not much you can say to a message like that. there’s not much you can say to the surge of smugness that courses through you either, so you don’t.

you don’t tell atsumu about it.)

“alright. sit up then.”

his voice startles you. “what?”

suddenly, he stands before the side of the bed, looming horribly tall over you as he peers down at you. he shoves his hands in the pockets of his gray sweatpants, the fabric unintentionally pulling down ever so slightly and the waistband of his black boxers peeking out in greeting. the light of the desklamp casts a halo over his silhouette.

your attention is drawn upward and it’s hard to deny the familiar pang that tends to strike through you every so often in times like this. the simple effect of being near him. atsumu is unfairly handsome, and while it’s hard to put a name to the feeling that pulses inside of you when the light catches him just right or when a smile is even more charming than usual, the ache is always the same.

it’s fleeting, you convince yourself. something you refuse to settle on for too long. contexts and suppressed hopes pushed to the back of your mind along with the other unspoken things.

“come on.” he gestures two fingers upward. “i’ll show ya how easy it is to turn a girl on.”

its curiosity that has you standing up on your knees on the comforter, nothing more. its the wonder of how exactly your best friend makes his move on women that leads you to be so close to him, chests practically touching. breaths intertwining as atsumu stares a kind of serious into you that you’ve never been in the receiving end of before.

“im gonna touch ya.” his voice is low and your heart beats erratically in your chest. you nod.

lifting his right hand, cold fingertips run across the heated skin on the back of your arm. digits trailing upward as he paints a pathway up. and it’s nothing—just his hand on your arm, nothing new or different, and yet your breath hitches. innocent in theory, but something solidifies on atsumu’s face, the familiar signs of determination playing out on his face. it’s less babied now, more formed and angular with the growings of an adult man, but it’s the same focus in his eye, the same clench in his jaw.

his fingers trail up then down, repeating a circular figure on your skin. the sounds of your mingling breaths the only whispers between you two. your eyes dart down to his lips, but his stay fixed on you. studying every flicker of your eye, every inhale.

his fingers break from their pattern and trails down to your wrist, then your palm, then your own fingers. tracing them, dancing with them, intertwining them slightly only to pull them away.

“we should stop.” you whisper after a moment of his caress.

“why?” he asks and a quick glance to his gaze reveals that he knows why. he’s just making you spell it out.

it’s unfortunate that the only reason you want to stop is out of principle, and not because you truly have any reservations about any of this. your boyfriend of three months all but an annoying buzz in your ear.

“this feels like cheating.” you tell him simply. atsumu cocks his head to the side, charming smirk pulling across his lips.

“i’m touching yer arm. this isn’t anything, yet.”

“you shouldn’t be touching my arm like this.”

“why? cause it’s working, right?” his voice drops to a low rumble, words vibrating through you and shooting straight to your core. “see how easy it is?”

“that means this is cheating then, right?” the question is posed, but it’s obvious it’s more to convince yourself than him. because all that he’s done is touch your arm and you’ve felt the bubbling of that unnamed something heat within you. it feels the exact same as it did seven years ago when you met him; feels identical to the moment four years ago when a drunken night led to a drunken kiss that was forgotten about the next day; feels the exact same whenever he looks at you like he does now, like you're open for the taking. a pointedly very different response to the dread that comes when getting intimate with your actual boyfriend.

and while atsumu may be doing this to prove a point, to rub it in your face that he was right and you were wrong, you don’t trust that you’ll be able to not carry this with you. to not want more than you should.

“nah.” he says simply, knowingly. “if i kiss you then it’s a problem.”

“oh, so kissing is cheating, but fingering isn’t?”

“can you shuddup? always runnin’ that damn mouth.” he renders you quiet.

satisfied with your silence, he brings his left hand to cup your jaw, thumb and index finger grasping your chin and tilting your head to the left, leaving your neck exposed. he leans in, nose tracing a line up the column of your neck until he meets the juncture between that and your jaw. it’s a simple movement, and yet it feels like eternity in his hands. his breath hits steadily against the expanse of your cheek as he whispers into your ear. “does he touch ya like this?”

the gasp you release is guttural.

the arm previously fiddling with your fingers quickly wraps around your waist, pulling you flush to him. you have no choice but to embrace him with your own arms, hands cupping the back of his neck to steady yourself. it’s impulse to run them down the expanse of his back, to feel the muscles that he’s worked so hard for, but you resist. keeping yourself locked on his neck and nothing more, as though you being pliant to his ministrations wasn’t jeopardizing enough.

his thumb inches upward, stroking the corner of your lips sweetly. “does he take his time with ya? cause i would.”

its then that his lips meet the skin of your neck, tingles erupting from the connection. all of its effects causing an inadvertent clench within you. “it’s not about shoving fingers inside and just doing it. its about doing it the way you like it. and i’d make ya tell me how ya like it. since yer always runnin’ that damn mouth, might as well put it to good use.”

its all-encompassing, the traitorous burn between your thighs. and yet, this is the unnamed something, all that you’ve pushed away.

“astumu—” you whine and its in that exhale of yours that he releases a sigh of his own. one that almost sounds restrained.

“tell me to stop.” he says quickly, lips mouthing against your neck as he utters the words.

and you don’t want him to. not really. the desire is feverish, unlike anything you’ve felt before and to end this is to end the sweetness of something you’ve yet to taste. if it were to be with anyone you would want it to be with him.

you could take the teasing, the “i-told-you-so” from osamu, the obliteration of a friendship for the uncertain promise of something more. but it isn’t right. not like this. if mountains were to come to a head, you want it to happen because they were gravitated to each other, not because the earth told them to do so.

“stop.” you tell him, and it’s like a hot brand that strikes him. he’s immediately pushing away from, untangling his limbs from you and stepping back into the swath of darkness in the room.

his breaths are deep and heavy, that much you can tell from the distance. shuttering exhales that wrack his chest. you can hardly make out his irises, only see the intensity of dark pupils. it’s hard to believe that he could be feeling the way you do, just from the simple touch alone. a quick glance down to his grey sweatpants proves otherwise.

a moment, then two, pass by. ragged breaths filling the distance, words spoken in the silent language you’re both fluent in.

“does this mean i’m easy then?” you ask quietly, an effort to ease the wall of tension.

“no.” he shakes his head gently, “just means i know ya.”

he knows what he means to say, the words and all of their yearning practically knocking against his teeth to escape. it’s the long haul, almost a decade long game of carefully advanced chess pieces to get to this point. blocked, temporarily, by the appearance of the new guy. a boyfriend of yours that atsumu met once, a guy he barely attempted to learn the name of. for reasons of his own, their knowing pertinent only to him. held deeply within the urges of being seen, the desires of having you wholly, completely.

there are plenty of other ways that he could do this—probably be more eloquent about it. admit pushed away feelings when you’re not in the midst of ranting about how your boyfriend just can’t get you off.

but the tension irks him. thick enough to cut a knife, always following the two of you in the long held stares and closeness in which you two gravitate towards each other. the answer to your boyfriend problem is standing right in front of you. he knows what he wants you to do when you see your boyfriend later tonight.

there are certain shoes that atsumu is convinced he could fill better than your boyfriend.

your face is flushed, and the desk lamp makes you look angelic under the lowlights, and you're wearing his jacket like you always do in a way that makes him believe it was always meant for you. and he’s not entirely convinced, even without the cloud of lust that hangs over him, that you don’t want this just as bad as he does.

osamu once said that atsumu wouldn’t admit his feelings to you even if they hit him over the head. they’re here, now. settling in the distance between you two, bobbing in the capsizing waves of want. they ache to be spoken, knock repeatedly against his gritted teeth.

but a choice is made in that moment, with you looking at him as wild as you are. atsumu will admit to the selfish and prideful part of himself, but this—you— aren’t something to just take. the taste of your neck, the feel of your body against him, it must be given to him, earned. not because he needs to make a petty point, but because you want him to.

he cares for you too much to be reckless in how he plays his cards. even if osamu will bust his balls for it later.

you have a boyfriend. and he can’t force you to change that. it wouldn’t be right, he’s given you the taste, he hopes it will be enough.

“like that.” he says after a moment, pushing down his pride and long held desires for you. “tell him ya like it like that.”

a/n: why is it that whenever i stop writing for kuroo, the one i always want to write for is atsumu. also big ups for my beta who entertains me and proofreads me at all hours of the day. i love you sanju!!!!!!

#miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #atsumu #atsumu fic #i love a best friends trope wtf #also i promise i was writing my boss kuroo fic and then i heard this song and was derailed for THREE DAYS #BIG THANK YOU BY THE WAY TO MY BETA

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kentolove · 11 months

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“Darling, the rest of my body, it's yours”

— ‘The Place Where He Inserted The Blade’ by Black Country, New Road

He’s greedy.

Tsukishima has always known this. He yearns for power. On the court, his mind calculated each step to guarantee his success. His harsh words are perfectly curated and laced with poison.

He has always known that he is selfish.

His self-serving lifestyle, however, has never been applicable to you.

He gives you so much and hopes you take, take, take, until there is nothing more left. He shines for you and hopes that you bloom into something so magical. He loves you.

A lot more than you thought, apparently.

You stare at the velvety box in your hands. It’s so beautiful, so soft, and so expensive that you wonder whether the two of you can really afford what’s inside.

You think back to all the nights spent hungry in your little run down apartment. How you’d hold each other, promising a future filled with a stable two-story house and a belly full of food. Your mind runs to all those petty arguments started in the name of struggle and how many things you sacrificed to be where you are.

Your eyes water at the future that this small box holds.

You never meant to find it. It was innocence, really. Your hands wandered to his side of his closet, memories flooding in at every touch of fabric. The shirt he wore on your first date. His favorite sweater—now covered in moth holes and stains of love. His high-school volleyball jersey, one that promised a brighter future than the one he lives in. The grey suit he wore on the day he met your parents.

Your hands linger on the soft fabric, slowly removing it from its hanger. It reminds you of shy smiles, uncharacteristic stutters, and young, innocent love. A time when Tsukishima's pride was almost suffocating, but when faced with your father, he was reduced to a quiet, love-stricken boy.

You hold the suit jacket close to your chest—up until you feel something in the pockets.

And that is what leads to you now—teary-eyed and calling so urgently for your lover.

"Kei?" You cry. Your voice is low and weak but he hears you. He always does.

His feet make their way over to you, finding you hunched up on the bedroom floor.

"Hey, what's wrong—" his words cut off as soon as he sees the small box in your hands. "Fuck."

You look up at him and Tsukishima feels like he's fallen all over again. "Is this mine?" You so kindly ask.

"Yeah. You weren't meant to find it, though."

He's soon at your level, thumbs rubbing away all the tears from your eyes. They fall and they fall until Tsukishima finally relents.

"I love you," you say. You drop both the box and his suit, your arms wrapped tightly around him.

He breathes out in relief. "I love you. A lot more."

You don't fight it. You let him hold you as you think about a forever with him.

"This isn't my proposal," he starts, "and fuck you for ruining the surprise."

He's greedy. Selfish and mean. But he is also your Kei. He'll make you his, for he is already yours.

#mine #another fic inspired by this song #tsukishima #tsukishima fluff #tsukishima x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader

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pearl-blue-musings · 2 months

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lonely dancers

I heard this song one time and it made me cry and therefore I have to write something about it

Various x reader

Word count: ~1.5K

Inspired by

The lights all around you do little to stifle the emotions raging within your heart and mind. You can’t even hear your own breathing or heartbeat as the music pumps loudly in your ears. All you can see is the back of your now ex-lover as he maneuvers his way through the crowd with the reason he ended your relationship. He thought it was a good idea to ghost you for weeks only to show up on your cheering up night with why he ghosted you. You think your skin is numb, but it’s hard to tell with all the sweaty people around you dancing to the music. They push and shove against you, small and pitiful apologies tumbling from your mouth. The movement surrounding you makes you want to shrink in on yourself and disappear. Your stomach flips, your knees feel weak and your head swirls. A hiccup escapes your throat as you cry freely, makeup be damned.

All the while, you’re unaware of a pair of eyes watching your every move and happened to see the scene in front of him unfold. He’s not sure what makes him get up, but now he’s moving through the crowd to lightly tap your shoulder. You turn around on instinct without wiping your eyes and meet his invested gaze. He speaks first,

“Hey.”

Rivals to lovers trope

Upon seeing him, you whisper a hushed “fuck,” before aggressively wiping at your eyes. He was the last person you wanted to see and here he is, in all of his smug glory to rub it in your face how much better he is than you. You can barely meet his gaze as you attempt to sniffle quietly. His hand leaves your shoulder to gently tug your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. Was he, also upset? Why are his eyes tinted slightly red?

His voice breaks your thoughts. “Forget that guy. He’s a piece of shit who clearly doesn’t know your worth. And he’s certainly not worth your tears.” His thumb goes to wipe a stray tear off your cheek and you swallow a lump in your throat. You try to shake your head but his grip on your chin is strong. “You’re better than him.”

You chuckle cynically. “And what about you? Did you get your heart broken too?”

“This isn’t about me-”

“You totally did.”

The tips of his ears burn crimson at being called out. Sure, he’s lonely tonight but you don’t have to know why he was upset. Was it the way your eyes seemed to shine when your lover finally looked your way? How he wished you would look at him that way instead of with disdain and hatred? He clicks his tongue with a roll of his eyes before he surprises you with a slow yet soft kiss. You had briefly shut your eyes as they made contact and they flutter open upon the kiss ending. His pupils are dilated and he looks to be saying something endearing before he whispers out, “that’s me 36, you 35.”

You bite your lip with a grin before grabbing his shirt for another kiss. He’s using this to bring up your long time rivalry? He wants to one up you now? “Not if I keep kissing you. And now we’re even.”

“For now.”

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Friends to Lovers

Who was he to just stand there and watch you get your heartbroken? You had texted him earlier saying you were going out on your own to try and have a fun night. He had wanted to keep a safe distance for now, but when he saw the two of you talking and how excited you seemed at first, his heart sank. But then when your tears began to fall freely and your stare blank he had to come up to you. He gently pressed his hand to your shoulder and couldn’t help but feel tears prick the corner of his eyes. He hated seeing you like this and how broken you seemed. It wasn’t fair. His hands move on their own as he cups your face and brushes your tears away. He places a chaste kiss to your forehead and before you can try to refuse, he brings your hands to clasp behind his neck as he puts his hands on your hips.

“Dance with me, we both shouldn’t be crying tonight.”

It takes a moment for you to register what’s going on but fall easily into the sway of the music. You lay your head in his chest and the beating of his heart is somehow able to calm your own. His hands feel good on you and being pressed against him feels so right. Has he always been right here? But you start to remember conversations with him and you quickly lift your head. “But, what about that person you’ve been telling me about? The one you’re,” the words suddenly feeling heavy on your tongue, “in love with?”

He merely smiles and cups your face once more, a slight pout coming to your lips at the lack of contact. His forehead rests against yours as he kisses you confidently.

“It’s you silly, it’s always been you.”

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Shy friends to lovers.

You were surprised to see him when you turned around. Overwhelmed with your own feelings you wrap in a hug and pull him tight. You cry into his shoulder as he holds you close. The sound of your cries almost brings him to tears but he’s able to be strong right now for you. After a few more seconds of needed crying, you pull away and look into his eyes. Even with your makeup smudged and eyes red from tears, he still finds you breathtaking. You choke back a sob as you ask, “how did you know where to find me?”

His hands are still on your waist when he responds. “Your friend messaged me that they saw your ex here and that you were also going here. They wanted me to check on you, and well here I am.”

You smile sadly at him as your hands now fall from behind his neck to his shoulders. “Wait, I thought you had a date? What happened?”

He can barely look at you as he blushes slightly. “I left. You needed me, and so I’m here.”

Maybe it’s the blinding lights and the thumping bass, but the way he’s looking at you makes you want to lean in and…

When you pull away both you realize just how close and intimate the two of you must appear. You quickly pull away before missing his touch and reaching out for his hand. Even with the music playing all around you, the two of you dance to your own music, being lonely dancers in the middle of a crowded club.

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Enemies to Lovers

Of all the people to run into it had to be him. You must look like an absolute mess and in front of the one guy you want to haul into the sun. You try to turn on your heel and get out of there, until a firm hand grabs your upper arm. “Let me go! What could you possibly want? To rub in my face how terrible I look? That I got my heart broken? And you got to see? You’ve now,” you inhale sharply, “seen me at my worst. Are you happy now?”

He lets you finish and calm your breathing. His grip on you has loosened but he hasn’t let you go. His gaze is firm as your tears eventually dry and you’re now shaking your head at him. You mumble under your breath as he lets you go and now you’re truly face to face. “Are you done?”

You roll your eyes before wiping them with the back of your hand, nodding toward him.”Good,” he says curtly before pulling you into his chest where his hands rest on your hips. Your hands then interlock behind his neck as his forehead now rests against yours. The two of you have only ever gotten this close to argue but never this intimately. You’re thrown from your thoughts when you feel a tear fall on your cheek. You know it’s not you so you briefly look up to catch his teary gaze. You’re about to ask when he opens his mouth first. “For some reason, seeing you all sad and shit really bothers me. And I really want to punch that mother fucker for making you cry, or kill him. I’m the only one allowed to make you cry, got it?” You hiccup and nod as he kisses the top of your head.

“We’re not gonna be lonely anymore,” he whispers against your forehead, kissing it again as you start to dance and get lost in the music together.

Blade, Atsumu, Mikey, Baji, Nagito, Rantaro, Dabi, Suna, Matsukawa, Kokichi, Sir Nighteye, Aki Hayakawa, Aventurine, Sampo, Monoma, Mondo Oowada

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frogsformax · 8 months

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Bad Idea Right?

Ex! Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

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Its been a year since you called it quits with him. You were his summer fling, he was your first love.

He broke your heart when then video of him making out with some girl at a party got leaked right before your third year. The whole school year was awkward, he tried to console you and apologize and you just completely ignored him. When you graduated you had no clue that you were going to the same college as him.

It wasn’t until you sat down at your lab table in first year physics that he was sat as your seat partner. You wanted to immediately quit college and move to the moon. this wasn’t just some normal ex, this was the man you had lost your virginity to, the man who had seen you puking, bleeding, and crying.

“Haven't heard from you in a couple of months, But I'm out right now, and I'm all fucked up”

but now here you are, walking home from some random frat party, half drunk and missing your shoes. Some guy had tried to take you to a room upstairs but you managed to hit him with your heel and take off, not caring where the other one ended up.

“And you're callin' my phone, you're all alone, And I'm sensin' some undertones”

you picked up your phone to call koutarou, typing in K and clicking the first contact expecting it to be your loud best friend.

“y/n?” a deeper voice asked.

“hey kou,” you said, not realizing this was not bokuto “im out right now and im all fucked up.. and i need you to call me stupid and pick me up because im walking in the direction of kuroos place and god i just miss him” you rambled into the phone, looking around to try and find a street name.

“And I'm right here with all my friends, But you're sendin' me your new address”

“first off, kuroo doesnt live there anymore. second off this is kuroo..” the voice responded making you stop dead in your tracks. “i live at the west building, do you need somewhere to stay?”

You instantly sobered up. “fuck im sorry tetsurou..” you said softly, halting in your tracks

“come over y/n, lets talk..” he asks, getting cut off by you hanging up.

“And I know we're done, I know we're through

“ But, God, when I look at you, My brain goes, "Ah", Can't hear my thoughts”

“fuckfuckfuckfuck…” you mumbled to yourself, thinking about your options.

yninsta - seeing you tonight

ktetsu - yn?

yninsta - its a bad idea right?

ktetsu - come on please, its been a year lets just talk

yninsta - seeing you tonight is a bad idea right?

ktetsu - come see me

yninsta - fuck it its fine

ktetsu - where are you??

“Yes i know that he’s my ex but cant two people reconnect i only see him as a friend (the biggest lie i’ve ever said)”

You walked along the street for a while, eventually calling a taxi to take you there after a few raindrops started to fall.

“Now im getting in the car wrecking all my plans and i know i should stop… but i cant”

suddenly you found yourself standing outside of the west building a bright yellow taxi pulling off behind you, slowly getting drenched in water from the rain that started during the taxi ride. you pulled out your phone and sent him a text.

yninsta - I should probably, probably not

ktetsu - what?

ktetsu - is that you down there?? its fucking pouring??

ktetsu - where are your shoes yn??

ktetsu - oh my god im coming

“i told my friends i was asleep but i never said where (or in whose sheets)”

the thought of what he would say made you frown. he was always so caring and kind last summer, taking care of you. making you prepare for tests, making sure you ate, and taking care of you after amazing sex.

And I pull up to your place, on the second floor, And you're standin', smiling at the door, And I'm sure I've seen much hotter men, But I really can't remember when

the door to the building swung open, kuroo standing there with a towel as he grabs your arm and pulls you inside, wrapping the towel around you and holding you by the shoulders

“what were you thinking?” he asks, sounding frustrated and worried, bending down to look into your eyes.

“My brain goes, "Ah", Can't hear my thoughts”

“i wasn’t..” you muttered back, looking away from him as you shivered slightly. your black mini dress was not providing any warmth in his cold dorm building.

“jesus christ” he sighs, standing up and pulling you against his chest in a tight hug before walking you up to his dorm

“Oh, yes, I know that he's my ex, Can't two people reconnect?”

after letting you change into some of his clothes kuroo sat you on his bed, you mentally prepared yourself to get fussed at.

“yn, are you okay?” he asked, taking your hands in his.

“yeah.. some guy tried to fuck me.. thats how i ended up with no heels..” you said, refusing to look him in the eyes.

“fuck i would have killed him” kuroo muttered, wrapping you up in a hug. “im sorry” he whispered into your damp hair.

“The biggest lie I ever said, I just tripped and fell into his bed”

“for what?” you asked timidly.

“for everything..” he said, pulling you to sit in his lap. “for what happened at that party.. for not apologizing sooner.. for everything..” he said, his voice flattening into an apologetic tone.

you rested your head on his shoulder, making him look down at you. “its okay.. im sorry for ignoring you”

“no don’t apologize for ignoring me, i was an asshole” he laughed, gazing at you with something that looked like love in his eyes. “is this okay?” he asked, nodding his head to where he was holding you.

“Thoughts”

“yeah its okay” you said, snuggling into him. Your body was dwarfed by one of his science olympiad shirts. “youre warm” you whispered.

“lets get you to bed baby..” he said, whispering the last word out of force of habit as he stood up with one swift move. Tucking you into his bed and placing a kiss on your forehead. “goodnight y/n”

“blah”

he walks off to the living room of his dorm, leaving you in his bed. god it smelled so much like him, the sight of him, his touch. You were gonna go feral.

“Thoughts”

“tetsurou…?” you whispered, walking into the dark living room, wrapped up in a blanket.

“yeah baby?” he mumbled, obviously half asleep.

“miss you..” you mumbled, standing by the couch

he stands up, picking you up and carrying you back to his bed, laying down next to you this time.

“i mean it, go to bed” he whispers, holding you against his chest.

“Blah”

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haniwrites · 11 months

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♡ fuck it i love you

pairings : kei tsukishima/reader

genre : angst ; tw - mentions of blood, a lil gore

spoilers : none !

summary : slowly questioning the relationship you built with tsukishima on lies.

note : uhm uhm hi ?

"dream a little dream of me, make me into something sweet."

you wanted to keep a brave face because you were scared to fall apart so easily in his absence. he was gone but not really, not physically, just mentally. you could feel an invisible barrier grow slowly between you and tsukki. you held yourself together by replaying the bittersweet memories of him always being close to you and reminding you everyday how you were his forever to keep. that time felt so far gone but you revelled in those broken pieces of his previous self which reminded you of why you fell for him in the first place. they were not perfect at all. tsukki was always closed off, quiet and maintained his civility in all matters. it was difficult for you to poke and prod around his heart and mind to understand him. your efforts were futile and he was scared to trust you.

you were patient though, unwavering and forthcoming in declaring your fondness for his antics. it was his quietness and determined nature which drew you towards him, like a moth to a flame. their relationship was built upon wistful gazes, those fleeting touches and occasional exchanges of speech. you observed every little thing about him, how the words spilled from the concave spaces between his strawberry soft lips. you had felt the urge to touch them and run your fingers across his warm skin. this game of push and pull went on for days until the day tsukki hurt his hand. you saw the beads of blood drip between his fingers, marring his pale skin, the contrast so bright and flowing across his arm. you had ran towards him, looking at him with worry etched across your face. he refused your help but eventually gave in, grimacing at your stubborn nature but loosening up as he saw you chuckle at his state. you took his palm, feeling the calloused skin against your soft ones. it bought you comfort and peace because this was the closest you will ever get to him. you wanted to burn every part of it inside your mind. his fingers were slender with lithe grace, aiding him in playing volleyball. they always called him thin and bony but you saw it differently. he was agile like a deer with nimble limbs that added to his confident posture. you were enamoured by how pretty this boy was.

so you were not surprised by the all too familiar sweet despondency you felt when you had the epiphany that he perhaps does not feel the same emotions you feel. that, in simple words, he was losing interest. you pondered upon the fast fading liveliness of your relationship with tsukishima, eliciting a grunt from you as you again sat alone for dinner. the rose-coloured romanticism which painted your bond with him was breaking apart, tying you to the shackles of reality. not everything was as flawless as you deemed it to be. your ever emerging need for reassurance and his aloofness towards human sentiments were constantly at war, leaving you two at each other's throats. the distance floated like an entity between you and him, unspoken but almost tangible.

yet it did not stop you from reminiscing the fond but melancholic memories of you and him. you wondered how he kept you pulled in, his magnetic field getting stronger as time passed by. even now, after that fateful revelation, you refused to let the truth swallow you, clinging onto the superficial affection which he sent your way. it was startling to see how his bitter words were contrasting to the softness of his lips. the same lips which kissed you and touched you in places of your ardent reverie. it was slipping through your fingers and you were desperately trying to hold it and keep it close to you. the same man which built your confidence, your belief in your thoughts and coaxing you to love yourself a little more was the one aiming for your heart, breaking down whatever was left and taking back what he had given to you. you couldn't lie anymore because it left an angry bruise on your psyche, infuriating you even more.

but deep down you were just sad. it was a shame how you kept delaying the truth that was handed out to you like a beautifully crafted meal on a glass plate that looked better than it tasted. your broken heart was equivalent to melted ice cream on an awfully hot and uncomfortable day. you had to take the final step instead of twisting and turning the same thoughts inside your head. his sweetness drew you in but his rages burnt your heart harder. you cannot leave, it seemed impossible to break the connection between you and tsukki. he was barely there and you had no way of getting through his heart.

the final blow happened when you caught tsukki eye fucking your bestfriend. how could you not see this coming? the missed dinner dates, coming home late, the distance, everything. you stared at yourself in the mirror so hard you could see your face distort and twist and turn. you felt like you were being dragged across uneven land, the rocks and stones stabbing at your back. you picked at your nails, the skin around them seeing little beads of blood pool around your cuticles. you still loved him didn't you? a monologue playing in your head as you dissected the situation. which side should you pick? if you weren't already so fucked up, this was just an added bonus. another episode, a relapse and you couldn't make another person stay in your life.

tsukki was your entire world. if you could, you would have burnt everyone down to get to him. you felt like you owed him your unconditional love and ask for nothing in return. your identity was lost, you did not speak, you quietly forgave him. this was a masquerade where both of you put on a facade. it seemed better to just let your love burn. it should've been colourful, soft cinders but instead you played a game under this grisly confetti of ashes.

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tsuehiro · 9 months

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And it's all fun and games

'til somebody falls in love

Pairings :: Terushima Yuuji x F!reader

Synopsis ; Terushima planned to get you with his game and somewhat, he succeed.

Word Count = [ 1.805 ]

Song name :: Carousel

NOTEs!!

i wasn't active for almost a year so i'm sorry about that, i had to deal with school and stuff

i'm planning to write more often now that i'm uploading this

aaand back again with the lyric series lol

even if he's not much of a playboy in normal series in Hq, he's like that in this fic

hope u like it!

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ Enjoy while reading! ♡

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Terushima Yuuji who is known as a playboy, your best friend, your crush, your classmate, your neighbor and all.

You knew it at the very start of your friendship that he'd flirt with you too if he can't find anyone to flirt with after all. You knew he wasn't serious. He wouldn't listen to you even if you'd say ' don't flirt with me, do whoever you find in school or something Teru '

Other than that, it was fun being with him. He was funny and sometimes crazy, y'know.

One day, you guys were in his house, studying for an upcoming test. Mostly you were studying though, he was sleeping near you.

" Hey! Don't sleep you stupid! Hey, hey!! Wake up Teru! "

You tried multiple times but he didn't listen to you like always.

" Let me sleep,, we can always study later y/n-chan.. " he pouted and continued his sleep.

You looked at his face. Sighing, you made your way to his bed. Taking the blanket, you slowly put it on him.

After some time, starting to get up, you felt a hand in your wrist.

" Don't go y/n-chan "

" I need to, it's getting late Teru. "

He shakes his head, opening his eyes a little.

" Just stay over, your mom wouldn't say anything, right? "

You nodded slowly. Your parents got along too so. He pulled you to his embrace.

" Hey! What are you doing?! "

" Trying to sleep duh, what else? Let's just stay like this, shush. "

" But it's uncomfortable and we're literally on your chair. What if someone comes in? It's- "

" And? We're friends!~ It's literally nothing to care about y/n-chan.. "

You thought about his words, it was true. You guys were just friends, it was stupid for you to think he'd fall for you one day. Feeling a little bit sad with the feeling in your chest, you put your head to his shoulder.

" Fine, you stupid. Just don't complain about it when you wake up. "

He didn't spoke and you didn't move. Closing your eyes, trying to sleep while he hold you tightly.

[ Some weeks later ]

You two talked less and less after that day. It was nothing really weird or new for you. He was only talking about his new girlfriend. ' he really did choose that girl to play with? pfft '

You'd still try to look after him though. Somehow, it was becoming your routine when he finds someone new.

Simply, walking silently to school with him, giving him notes cause he probably didn't listen or was in practice, being sure if he had lunch, checking his after school practice and lastly walking back home with him silently.

One morning, he didn't walk with you. It wasn't okay because you thought he was asleep and waited him like half of an hour which made you late for your class. Well there he was, in class, not looking at you in the eyes while you got scolded. After the morning classes you couldn't find him at lunch or with his teammates, which was really odd. You checked everywhere, even asked his teammates but they said they didn't know.

It went on like that, he wouldn't walk with you nor talk with you.

Then someday, you went to rooftop, just to see the two of them, the girl he was talking about days ago, sitting together, snuggling each other while one feeding the another.

But..

He never really shared his food with you.

It got you shocked that you couldn't even move or blink.

You run to the bathroom, tears forming your eyes. Washing your face quickly, not wanting to let some tears run down from your cheeks. After going to class and settling down, you put your head down to the desk covering your face with your arms. ' It's been a month and a half, how come they didn't break up yet?? He didn't even lasts his relationships over a month.. I thought he was.. It's all fun and games for him, h-how.. ' you continued to think, not caring about last classes or the teachers anymore.

He wouldn't notice your behavior at first. He'd think you were just getting yourself busy with the tests. He noticed it when he broke up with the girl and trying to talk with you. You were pushing him away or not talking with him. He'd try again and again till you let your feelings out.

" Hey y/n-chan! Wait for me!! " you didn't.

" Heyy, sup!! Can you give me this classes notes? I couldn't get them from others. " you did gave your notes but not directly to him.

" Did you eat your lunch y/n-chan? " you didn't answer.

" Let's walk together y/n-chan! "

" Why don't we do that together? I saw it in a video! " you ignored him.

" I didn't get this subject y/n-chan, let's study together?? Yes? No?.. Okay.. " you didn't answer again.

He'd always try but you didn't let him at all.

One day after school, when everyone was leaving, he pinned you at some lockers. You can tell he was mad and tired.

" Okay y/n! Why are you not speaking to me at all?! I've been trying to get your attention like for a whole two damn weeks! "

You didn't look at him after his words.

" So? Why don't you just speak with others like you did the past months? "

" What are you talking about? You were the one who ignored me the whole two weeks, how can that be my fault?! "

" Not your fault?! " You turn your head to his.

" You made me late to my classes, running around for you to make sure you were fine and you freaking didn't tell me you were having a serious girlfriend?! How.. How can you be so-,, so careless?! "

" A serious girlfriend? " he chuckled.

" You must be kidding y/n-chan, i'm never really serious with anyone. They're all some games that fun for a time. You're my childhood friend, you should've know that! "

" How can you find this funny?! I'm serious! I don't care about us being childhood friends anymore! I can't stand you or your fake girl things!! " you said while feeling the tears now coming your eyes.

" I didn't knew you'd be this stupid and weird y/n! I just- "

" Stupid, weird?! You can't call me stupid you jerk!! You know that you have no other friend than me to asking some girls names.. or you don't have anyone to study test or exams! "

Your tears rolled down from your cheeks as he looked at you in shock.

" Hey, okay okay, calm down- "

" Don't tell me to calm down after doing so many things to effect me like that! I don't deserve your mean behavior! I hate you, Terushima! I literally hate you that i can't stop my feelings for you, you jerk! "

You cried and punched his arms weakly to get away while he listened everything you said and trying to calm you down.

" I.. I just don't get it! How can you be reckless towards me?! How can you find it funny to play with them?! "

" I- I'm sorry.. It was just.. I don't know, you know i'm just playing and it's all fun and games- "

" 'Til somebody falls in love.. For real and with some kind of a boy like you.. I just- I hate you Teru "

You guys stood like this for some time.

" Let me go, will you? It's really awkward and stuff. " he took his hands down.

' so he didn't really cared about my confession, huh? How stupid of me.. Well i'm late to home anyways ' you took your bag from the floor and started to walk away..

It happened all too quickly. Firstly you felt some hands on one of your shoulders and one of on neck, secondly your hands were on his chest and lastly his lips were on yours.

His eyes were closed but you were just staring at him with your wide eyes.

You pushed him away and closed your mouth with your hand.

" What are you doing Terushima?! How could you do that- "

" What? You just confessed and i turned your feelings back. Why are you so shocked then? "

You punched back of his head.

" You dumbass! You.. You should've just told me you were feeling the same! That's not how things work! "

" But- "

" No buts! Why would i believe you though huh? You broke so many girl's heart till now. Don't play with me, i won't let you so. "

You started walking away, blush forming on your cheeks. He run up to you and just pouted.

" The last one was the fakest one though y/n-chan! I did it for your attention. "

You just continued walking.

" Why would i believe you? Everyone, even me, knows you as a playboy. "

" Because! Uh.. i did it for your attention because some of my my teammates said that you were liking someone from class 2-4. So i thought i could get your attention with the other girl. I actually did it for us but you know it only made us apart for some time. "

You sighed. " You're really stupid sometimes, you know that right Teru? "

He pouted again and you chuckled at him.

" How come you didn't broke up with her after a month? "

" It was part of the plan heh.. You knew I broke up with the girls after a month so i asked her to pretend a little longer, that's why. "

You nodded while both of you continued to walk.

" So we're dating right? " he said, looking at you, smiling.

" Hm not really, you didn't ask me out yet Teru "

" Then.. Uh it's weird to ask this question for real but uh, would you like to be my girlfriend? "

" Yeah i'd like to but i don't really trust this relationship, we'll see after a month so. "

He nodded and tried to hold you by your shoulder but you were already in front of your house.

" See you tomorrow, Yuuji " you said while walking towards the door.

" See you too, babee " he said while waving at you, smiling brightly.

You can feel the heat coming from your cheeks while closing the door after you quickly.

' stupid yuuji! ' you thought, smiling to yourself.

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eurydicees · 1 year

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things gone unsaid

summary: iwaizumi confesses. oikawa handles it as best he can. prompt: spotify wrapped prompts #14, talk too much (COIN) for @heysillybee pairings: hajime iwaizumi/tooru oikawa words: 1910 warnings: homophobia

Oikawa isn’t quite sure what he’s supposed to do with his hands. He’s not quite sure what to do with any of himself, really. He doesn’t know what the procedure is when you were just supposed to be out for coffee and your best friend blurts out that he’s in love with you. What are you supposed to do when you’re halfway to another sip of your cappuccino and your best friend looks at you and, with all the boldness of a child passing a yes/no/check one note to a classmate, says, “I’m in love with you,” just before he drops his gaze to the space between them?

Oikawa stares at him, his lips slightly parted, caught between breaths.

The problem, really, though, does not lie in the fact that Iwaizumi said it. The problem lies in the fact that Oikawa had never been prepared to hear it. If he’s being honest with himself, he had already guessed that Iwaizumi is in love with him. Iwaizumi is subtle, but he’s not that subtle.

So Oikawa knew. He noticed when Iwaizumi’s touches started to linger, when his hugs got that much tighter, when his smiles began to hold a little more warmth and a little more strain to them. He noticed when Iwaizumi began to glance over at him after every joke or comment, looking for his laughter. He noticed when Iwaizumi started to stare a little too long and a little too fondly. He knew.

He just never thought Iwaizumi would get the guts to say it. He hadn’t prepared himself to hear it—it wasn’t something that was ever supposed to be said.

Iwaizumi is staring at the table they’re sitting at, his expression carefully schooled into something passive, something neutral, something that isn’t breaking apart at the seams. His knuckles are white where he clenches his mug of coffee; his eyes are trained on a napkin that Iwaizumi has folded into an origami swan. There’s a focus in them that reminds Oikawa of the way he looks while on the court: intent on winning, on keeping his body in control.

Iwaizumi was never supposed to say it—that he loves Oikawa—but he did, and now they have to address it. Now they have to talk about it, and that’s the last thing Oikawa has ever wanted to do.

“Say something,” Iwaizumi mutters, keeping his eyes on the table. He swallows, finally looking up to meet Oikawa’s gaze. Shocked and unsteady, meeting careful and subdued. “Oikawa.”

Oikawa exhales. He takes a long sip of his drink, letting the warmth flood through him and wash away all his anxiety. All the awkwardness that’s suddenly rising between the two of them, despite their friendship never having this kind of awkwardness before. He looks at Iwaizumi, who meets his eyes. There’s something sad in them now—resigned—as if he’s realized what Oikawa is going to tell him.

“I don’t know what to say,” Oikawa says quietly.

Iwaizumi shrugs. Hollowly, he says, “You can reject me, if you want.”

He says it carelessly, but Oikawa can hear how measured the words are. He says it like he’s tossing the words and the message away into the wind, letting it drift vaguely in Oikawa’s direction. But Oikawa knows him, knows the way he speaks when he’s on the defensive, knows the way his face contorts when he’s scared and trying to hold himself together.

So Iwaizumi says it as if it’s fine, as if it doesn’t matter, as if it won’t hurt. He says it as if Oikawa’s rejection would be handled just the same as Iwaizumi’s own confession: briefly, lightly, then tossed to the wind to be forgotten.

Oikawa licks his lips, still keeping his eyes on Iwaizumi. “It’s…more complicated than that.”

Iwaizumi’s eyes snap to him. “How the fuck is it more complicated than that? Either you like me or you don’t.”

Oikawa’s heart skips a beat, skips a dozen more, comes to a stuttering stop. He doesn’t want to deal with this, with his own feelings. He doesn’t want to have this conversation.

“It’s not that easy,” Oikawa tries to say. It comes out more choked than not.

Iwaizumi has always been so much braver than him. He’s always carried his heart on his sleeve like a weapon. Oikawa, on the other hand, wears his love behind a thousand stone walls, hidden way up in a tower guarded by a dragon. Iwaizumi can say things like I love you as if the repercussions don’t matter in the face of any chance he might have with Oikawa. Oikawa, though, has never been able to think the words without shame and fear broiling through his body.

If it is as simple as like and don’t like, then Oikawa knows his answer. He’s known for as long as he’s known that Iwaizumi loves him.

But the fact of the matter is that it’s not that simple. It’s so much more complicated than that. He knows that better than Iwaizumi seems to know. He knows that they’ve been holding their breath and dancing around this for years because it’s a bridge too terrifying to cross. He knows that, should this go wrong, should he make one wrong move, he’ll lose everything.

Oikawa has never been good with feelings and relationships, and he knows that he would fuck this up. He knows that it would change everything, and it might ruin everything, too. He knows that a kiss between friends is never just a kiss between friends. There’s always a catch.

He doesn’t think that Iwaizumi would ever intentionally hurt him, but there are other things to consider. There is the way the rest of the world would look at them, as if they are something wrong. There is the way their parents would never support such a thing; the way they would say they’re bad influences on each other and keep them separated.

On top of all the external factors, there is the way their relationship could fall apart and cost them both a friendship that means more than the world. There is the fact that Oikawa takes everything good in his life and poisons it with his own pride and ambition and paranoia; which is to say that he takes everything good Iwaizumi has ever offered him and he is too afraid to give anything back.

“Why not?” Iwaizumi asks.

Oikawa’s hands are trembling, and so he grips both hands around his mug to try to still the shaking. He feels out of control; he feels as if he’s losing everything. If he says that he likes Iwaizumi back, everything would change. If he rejects Iwaizumi, he gets the sense that he wouldn’t be forgiven for a long, long time.

Oh, Iwaizumi would never hold it against him with a grudge or anger, but it would be a shadow of bitterness and regret that would linger. Iwaizumi might not be mad, but he would be hurt, and Oikawa has never been able to stand Iwaizumi hurting.

The difference, now, is that it’s Oikawa who’s hurting him.

“It just isn’t,” Oikawa snaps, harsher than he means it to be. “There are so many things to—so many reasons that—”

Iwaizumi is staring at him, wide eyes, and Oikawa stops as his voice cracks. He could list all of the reasons they could never be together, he could explain all of the reasons he hasn't ever allowed himself to entertain the idea of loving Iwaizumi back, he could close his eyes and whisper all the reasons he’s afraid of a relationship. He could tell Iwaizumi all of the things he hears his family say about boys who fall in love with other boys—because boys in love with their best friends are not boys who are also sons—and he could tell Iwaizumi that he’s never agreed with any of that.

He could tell Iwaizumi that, despite his reputation, he’s never kissed anyone before and oh, please let Iwaizumi be the one to kiss him first and next and last. He could tell Iwaizumi that he doesn’t know what he’s doing with himself and he doesn’t know where to start with any of this, and that terrifies him. He could tell Iwaizumi yes, I have always loved you back. How could I ever not? It’s me and you.

But he just cuts himself off to look at Iwaizumi. To try to unravel him from the inside out, try to understand how he can be so calm about all of this.

“You’re thinking too hard,” Iwaizumi says, cracking a smile. “You always do. Just…for a minute, okay, pretend it’s just you and me. Forget about everything else in the world. Like how, while you’re on the court, it’s just us and the ball and the next point.”

“Iwa…”

Iwaizumi shakes his head and Oikawa stops. “Just humor me for a minute. Sit there and pretend it’s just you and just me and nothing else. No one else matters right now. Close your eyes.”

“Okay,” Oikawa says hoarsely, doing as Iwaiuzmi asked. He wants to cry. Iwaizumi has always been too good for him.

“I love you,” Iwaizumi says softly. “Do you love me too?”

Oikawa exhales. “Yeah. I do.”

“Then isn’t that what matters?”

“Iwa,” Oikawa starts. Then he stops. Opens his eyes. He says, quietly, as if there is no answer, “I don’t know what I’m doing. This could backfire horribly.”

Iwaizumi shrugs. “So?”

“So this could—”

“But what if it doesn’t?” Iwaizumi asks. “What if it doesn’t backfire, and it actually turns out really, really well. Don’t you want to find out?”

Oikawa stares at him for a long time. Again, he finds himself unsure of what to do with his hands. What to do with his movements. He just knows that he wants to—

Iwaizumi reaches over, puts a hand on his hand. The touch is warm in the cool air, comfortable and familiar. There’s nothing to be afraid of, in this. There’s just him and Iwaizumi. Just the two of them.

“Okay?” Iwaizumi asks, hesitant for the first time in this conversation. “I love you. Is that okay?”

Oikawa swallows, and nods. Slowly, then quickly. He’s done holding his breath and hoping that nothing changes. He’s done avoiding this conversation. “Yeah, I think so.”

“You don’t have to say it back if you aren’t ready to.” Iwaizumi says, endlessly understanding and infinitely kind. “But I want you to know now.”

“I—” Oikawa stops. It feels like there are a million prying eyes watching them, stripping them of everything pure and turning it into something terrifying. But there’s no one else in this café. Just him and Oikawa and their words. But still—he can’t bring himself to say it. He can’t find a way through the silence. “I want to try this. If you’ll let me.”

Iwaizumi smiles at him, a genuine, bright, and honest smile. Like he had doubted it earlier in the conversation, but had ultimately expected this outcome. He probably did. For all that Oikawa was reading Iwaizumi, Iwaizumi was probably seeing him just as clearly: him and all his unspoken confessions. All his too-long looks, and smiles of approval, and lingering hands on shoulders.

All those things going unsaid—now that they’ve been spoken, they’re much less terrifying than they were in his head. They’re all somewhat beautiful, if he thinks about it when Iwaizumi is smiling at him like that. They’re somewhat hopeful.

#god every time i listen to this song i think of that one ouran fic though. which only causes minor issues.#my writing #iwaoi #iwaoi fanfiction #hajime iwaizumi #tooru oikawa #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #iwaoi fic #iwaoi angst #haikyuu #haikyuu fanfiction #hmm not happy with the ending but i like the rest of it :)#i hope you enjoy!!

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let-me-simp-in-peace · 2 years

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Lover (Kenma x Reader) Oneshot

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Kenma isn’t a fan of many people. He likes his alone time where he can just play video games without anyone (Akaashi) telling him he needs to sleep more and eat whatever he wants without people (Kuroo) telling him he ‘needs more vegetables’.

That doesn’t mean he doesn’t get lonely. Kenma would even argue that he’s lonely no matter how many people are around. Part of him likes it. The same part that hates being looked at for the feeling of being judged.

Another part of him wishes someone would come along and stay by his side without expecting anything of him, but people like that are hard to find. After all, who wants to spend time with a video game addict that rarely talks, forgets to eat, and gets about 3 hours of sleep a night?

The answer?

A music addicted girl that spends hours writing, cooks at strange times of the night, and has a sleep schedule more sporadic than his own.

Meet L/n Y/n, Akaashi’s adopted sister and Kenma’s partner in crime. Well, it’s more like partner in laziness.

Kenma’s parents lived overseas; so, if anyone came to his house, he had a pretty good idea of who it was. Only 3 people had a key to Kenma’s house, Kuroo, Akaashi, and you.

He heard the front door open downstairs. That ruled out Akaashi. He always texted Kenma before coming inside. The door clicked shut, and he heard footsteps on the stairs. Not Kuroo. He was far louder.

The last clue was the light knock on his bedroom door. Kuroo never knocked. He just barged in.

“You can come in.” Kenma called, just loud enough to be heard through the door. His eyes didn’t leave his PSP as the door opened.

“Hey Kenma.”

Kenma glanced over at you. “Hey Y/n.”

You’ve grown so used to his soft voice that you don’t even have to strain to hear it anymore. After a moment, his bed creaked as you settled on top of it. You sat cross legged with your back against the wall. Kenma watched silently as you opened your backpack and pulled out your battered laptop. You’ve dropped the thing more times than he could count, but you somehow managed to fix it every time. There were all kinds of video game and band stickers covering its silver surface. You set it on your lap and opened it. The machine whirred to life, the blue light of the screen reflecting in your eyes.

You looked over the top of the screen and locked eyes with him. His heart stuttered in his chest, but the panic he felt when others looked at him was nowhere to be found. Instead, a strange swell of anticipation threatened to overflow inside him.

Your lips curved into a soft smile. That smile always made Kenma feel seen. Not in a bad way. It was like someone was looking at him as more than just a person, as something special.

Without thinking, Kenma stood up from his desk and crossed the room, plopping onto the bed beside you. Your smile brightened the way they always did when he reached out to you. You wordlessly held out the headphone that wasn’t in your ear, and he took it, sliding it into his own. You spent the afternoon like that, huddled together, listening to music while you wrote and Kenma gamed.

Later, when the sun dipped low in the sky, the pitter patter of rain joined piano notes and guitar chords. The tapping of computer keys and the faint sound effects of Kenma’s game, it was a symphony of two lives, two people, swirling together.

Time passed so easily with you, the peaceful atmosphere that seemed to drift with you, lulling him into a safe space that he’d never felt before meeting you.

Eventually, you goaded Kenma into taking a shower while you cooked dinner. He knew there was no point arguing with you. You rivaled him when it came to stubbornness.

Later, he drifted downstairs to find you dancing around the kitchen, music pouring from your phone where it sat on the counter.

You slid a dish into the oven and set the timer, singing along to the song as you went.

We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January

You straightened up and caught sight of him standing in the doorway.

And this is our place, we make the rules.

You walked over and grabbed his hands, pulling him further into the room.

And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear

You bowed and offered him a hand. He rolled his eyes and wrapped his fingers around yours.

Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?

You continued to sing along as you led him around the floor.

Can I go where you go?

Kenma was a bit surprised. He vaguely remembered you saying that your mother taught you how to waltz, but he didn’t know you were this good at it.

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

As if to emphasize the question, you pulled him closer, arm snaking around his waist.

And ah, take me out, and take me home

Kenma felt heat rising to his cheeks, but he couldn’t bring himself to pull away from you.

You're my, my, my, my

You dipped him backwards, whispering the next word with a shy smile.

Lover

The song continued to play as you pulled him back up, but Kenma couldn’t hear it over his wild heartbeat. You swayed him gently to the beat. Your eyes never left his face, and Kenma swallowed thickly, trying to fight the sudden burst of anxiety he felt.

“Kenma? You okay?”

“I-” Kenma breathed in sharply.

He leaned forward, kissing you quickly before pulling away and hiding his burning face with his hair. He tried to step out of your embrace, but you only locked your arm tighter around his waist. You dragged your fingers through his hair, pushing it away from his face.

“You’re so cute.” You giggled, caressing his cheek tenderly. “I love you.”

You captured his lips in another kiss.

Darling, you're my, my, my, my

Lover

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hoeforinarizaki · 2 years

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A SONG FOR THEM.

Type: Headcannons + Scenario

Inarizaki x Fem!Singer!Reader (Whole Team)

Summary: You're a singer, and from a popular girl band. Sometimes, you just don't know how to express gratitude for your friends and so instead, write a song dedicated to them.

No Warnings! But Just Cursing From Me.

Inarizaki:

Feral bitches alert, get your tasers ready.

Jk– anyways, basically at first they didn't know you were a singer because you never really openly sang to anyone.

...Or did so in general because you want to surprise your team. You've had a pretty hard time expressing your own emotions through words, like some other people.

And boom! One day came the thought of like...

"Why don't i just write some lyrics and make a song dedicated to them?" No shit sherlock could've done that like two weeks ago smh– 😒

ANYWAYS...so it took lots of time but you managed to get help from your bandmates to finish doing the song.

Ugh they're such good friends mine could never

And by 'it took lots of time' i mean in a week. I'm an impatient hoe leave me be *sobs* 😭

First of all, before the day of the surprise performance you texted Kita the night before and told him and the team to get to the gym early because of an "announcement".

He was confused on why you didn't just tell the GC but we just want to see them honestly /j

The moment morning came, you and your material gworls bandmates set up your shit and all that before the boys had arrived first.

Congrats, you made it just in time before Kita came.

Manz is NEVER LATE. Periodt 👏

He was looking at the music equipment like "who tf is gon' use all of this during volleyball practice"–

Boi not everything in gym is centered about you and your musty crusty team 🤡 jk i love you guys most. If you don't believe me look at my username.

The moment the rest finally arrived, the cue had started. Definitely not Suna immediately taking his phone out–

Nah actually he gon' take a video. You better prepare.

So now let's talk about their reactions...Kita may actually be the most emotional one to me for some reason. People say he's not much of a person for expression but..

HE LOVES YOU SO IT'S OKAY BABES 😍 okay lol i'll stop so let me just say it. You know that scene in S4 where Kita cries after getting his team jersey? Yep.

He looked like that. His eyes were ready to make waterfalls. But how you ask?

Ah, here we go. Of course you make meaningful lyrics.

And Kita was very touched by them. And because of that, manz was the first to realize the song was for them.

He's like, "You made this for us...? Oh. I'd have never thought you think of us that way" while close to tears I'M SUCH A DAMN SIMP UGH 😫

Aran's totally just looking at the scene while "👁👄👁" is just written all over his face lmao like rlly? You??

He's just gonna be shocked when you hit the high notes.

You're perfection to me shawty, whoever says otherwise shall face the wrath of the daddy captains– and no fr stop saying you aren't you're more than enough <3

So back to the boys, Suna's definitely just recording. Yep, i really can't leave that out.

Though you can actually see a small smile forming from his mouth because damn you so pretty up there 💞

Onto Atsumu and Osamu...oh boy.

If you don't like being cat called or disturbed in the middle of performances, you're gonna hate them /j

"LOOKING HOT BBY!" "FUCK OFF TSUMU CAN'T YOU SEE YOU'RE RUINING THE MOOD–"

Ah yes, the daily life of the Miya Twins ft. (Y/N) 💀

Omimi and Akagi just looking there, awestruck and love filled in their eyes damn i love them shdisishsjksks

Anyways, so the moment you finally get off stage, you are gonna be swarmed with men. Congrats, they're already part of your harem but you made them simp even more ✨️

Compliments coming from the twins, Kita looking at you thinking of a hundred ways to ask you of marriage–

It's getting too obvious i like him isn't it...it's true tho, he prob would be thinking of that lol.

Anyways, i hope you enjoy your fox boy harem 🦊💘

BONUS: Because the were mesmerized as hell by your band's performance they're thinking of recruiting your bandmates for their team theme song during matches.

Haha yeah, good luck dealing with that, main vocalist.

Scenario Time!

(Please listen to the song if you want! And read the english lyrics after if you want to know how emotional it is *wink*)

"I LOVE YOU!"

"Tsumu, i swear if you don't shut the fuck up.."

The sounds of booming music was heard from the gym, the calming sound of the bass along with the melodious sound of the keyboard right in tow. You were right inside– singing and conveying your feelings to the audience you had gathered.

'Even if my heart froze over, you would always be there to embrace me and tell me, "it will be okay".'

From behind his phone's screen, Suna sticks his tongue out at the twins fighting. "Hear that? I always comfort (Y/N) when she's lonely more than you two." This ticks them off. Atsumu glares right at the pussy hair boy, seemingly jealous.

"Shush, Suna!"

This keeps going on and on until the moment Kita finally tells them to stop. He just wants to hear your beautiful voice and nobody else's. Just– let him have a moment.

'And believe the world will change, it's so filled with kindness. So much that tomorrow will be dazzling, too.'

Aran had nearly begun sobbing. "What a good hearted girl." He quietly praises while watching you stand right up in front of the stage, with the biggest smile on your face as you sang.

"Can she be mine?" Akagi deadpans, stars almost coming out of his eyes. I'm afraid to tell you that you gotta get in line, (Y/N)'s already got these other boys–

...

It was done, the sounds of the instruments began to fade and you look to your team, soft expression never fading once. It was that time on that they had known you would never leave them, because with those lyrics alone, you definitely chose to stay.

Clapping. You wanted to hear that most. Because you tried hard to confess– maybe a bit too hard just thinking about the song, but it was worthwhile to see some of the boys's rare smiles.

Ah yes...both sides agree it was a real blessing to have you on their team. No take backs.

The song may have been short, but the time you'll be spending together with them will live on forever. They don't need the memories, but sometimes, exceptions can also matter.

#haikyu x reader #haikyuu!!#inarizaki #shinsuke kita x reader #aran haikyuu #miya atsumu #miya osamu #team hcs #anime x y/n #akagi haikyuu #ren omimi #hq suna #suna rinatro #inarizaki fluff #music #japanese songs #haikyuu fic #Spotify

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lxvr-girl · 8 months

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Welcome!

---˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹---

Welcome to my page!

Requests are open! I write for: ❀Haikyuu!

❀DSMP

❀BNHA/MHA

this is all I can think of rn, I will add to this list tho.

Here is what i will not write: ❀Smut/Lemon/18+ (suggestive jokes are an exception)

❀Yandare AU

❀Kidnapping

❀Death (unless it is about Mineta /j)

❀Abuse (absolutely not)

❀Forced marriage

❀ Pedophilia/large age gaps (max. age gap is 4 years)

❀Incest/Stepcest

Other than that, request away :)

---˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹---

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ourlittlesky · 9 months

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OIHINA NATION !!!

let me share with you this fic i'm working on in ao3:

haikyuu!! time-skip.

hinata and oikawa in brazil.

hinata is struggling, but toto is here to help.

romantic fluff.

their job is beach.

you can read it here. enjoy <3

#oihina #hinata shouyou #hinata shōyō #oikawa tooru #oikawa tōru #hinata shouyou x oikawa tooru #hinata shōyō x oikawa tōru #brazil #haikyuu #haikyuu fanfiction #fic #ao3 #fluff #romance #love #feelings #love story #taylor swift song #forever winter

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itssunamore · 2 years

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tw: hints at underage drinking

Sakusa Kiyoomi would never admit it, but you're his best friend.

When people look at the two of you, he sees the lingering question of "how are they friends?" and he understands, he really does.

He's aware he's not an easy person to get along with: he's prickly and hides in corners and glares at anyone who comes close, but you never seemed to care.

You came along one day, plopping down next to where he was standing (at a secluded corner during a party), turning to look at him and ask, "mind if I sit here?"

And because despite the fact that he doesn't like people in general, he also had his ridiculous pride which made him want to prove to Komori that he could make friends on his own.

So he let you, and the rest was history.

So when he wakes up to his phone vibrating like crazy at 2 am one night and sees that you called him—called him 17 times to be exact—he's never dialed your number so quickly in his life.

"Omi?"

And his heart breaks along with your voice.

"What happened?"

He hears you breath shakily, hears the faint rustling of the sheets as you sit up, and he hears as the tears start falling.

"They broke up with me."

"Oh," is all he can say, because despite the fact that you're falling apart on the other side of the line, he can't help but feel relieved, knowing you will never have to cry over that asshole ever again.

"Yeah," you say. "It's okay. I wasn't what they wanted anyway."

Sakusa wants to correct you, because he knows you're all anyone could ever want: loving, kind, loyal to a fault. Anyone except your ex, apparently. "They must be stupid then."

You giggle, sniffling a bit. "Maybe so."

Silence falls, but Sakusa decides silence is better than your cries. He sits there and wonders how to make you feel better when he's so far away.

"You know what the worst part is?" you ask after blowing your nose. "I can't even call them my ex. We weren't anything ever but it was everything to me. What am I supposed to do with that?

We were close, and for a moment they were almost mine but they gave me absolutely nothing to hold on to."

You're crying again, and Sakusa takes a deep breath. "I don't know," he admits. "I don't know."

You wake up to the sound of your phone falling to the floor.

You groan, rubbing your eyes (they sting like hell), and squinting at the clock. 10:47, it blinks back at you.

Your phone is dead, so you plug it in and make your way to the kitchen. The house is dead silent, a good thing because your head is still pounding from last night—how shitty of your ex to break up on you on fucking Christmas of all days.

How in character, you suppose ruefully.

Your memory from last night is hazy; you clutch at your head in pain while you serve yourself a glass of water. You remember arriving, their smile at you as they said, "you look amazing." There were quite a bit of people there last night, someone had offered you a cup of something, and then another, and then another. You remember an image of your ex's eyes hovering over yours, the warmth of their breath fanning over your lips as you lean in and nearly- nearly kiss them.

And you remember hearing them admit to someone that they never cared for you, that it was all a stupid dare and they were getting bored.

Your mind goes back to the four months you spent together, and all the nearly kisses you had.

You gulp down the water, grip tight around the glass. Omi was right, you sigh. How annoying.

Ah shit, Omi.

You dash back to your room where your phone lay abandoned and you huff impatiently as it takes forever to turn on.

You have 3 unread messages from - Omi 🤮

Omi 🤮: Hey are you feeling better?

Omi 🤮: y/n?

Omi 🤮: When you're done moping about that damn fool text me, okay?

You no longer feel bad about making him stay on call with you at that ungodly hour.

You're mean, you respond. Jerk, you add for good measure.

The response is almost immediate.

Omi 🤮: You're alive

Omi 🤮: I was starting to get worried

This boy-

Omi 🤮: How do you feel?

Your angry reply dies as you fall back on your bed with a huff.

you: Like shit

Omi 🤮: Have you eaten?

Your stomach grumbles and you grimace.

you: I'm on it rn i swear

He doesn't respond, so you let your phone plop next to you on the bed. Then it starts ringing.

"You're not 'on it' or anything, you liar."

"Oh my god, what are you a creep"

He chuckles. "Just go get food. You'll feel better."

"Okay, okay, you're so annoying," you put him on speaker once you reach the kitchen.

"You're the annoying one here."

"Whatever," you laugh as the cereal falls into the bowl. "You love me anyway."

"Hmph," is all he says, and you laugh again, imagining him scrunch up his face (like he's constipated, you snort), like he always does when he doesn't want to admit he cares.

"Are you still gonna come?"

"Why wouldn't I?" you ask. "I gotta be there to support my bestie, my bff, my partner in crime-"

"Stop," he groans and you laugh again. "I just figured you'd be too busy moping about that loser."

"I am not moping," your grin falls from your face and he snorts.

"You woke me up at 2 am last night because you were moping."

"I just got my heart broken; jeez Omi, can't you be nice to me for two seconds," you groan. "I was gonna apologize for waking you up but since you're being an ass about it now I won't."

"You love me anyway," he repeats your previous words back to you, and you wish you were there to wipe that stupid smirk off his face.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," you roll your eyes. He hums, and you sigh.

He says nothing else, letting you eat your cereal, a more somber mood settling between you both.

"Thanks," you eventually say. "I mean it."

He hums again.

"Love you." And seeing the 6:34:27 long duration of the call, you know he does too.

#moments - cate canning #with the ex not sakusa #ima try to add a song for each fic #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu fic #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu fluff #fluff #hurt/comfort #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x you #sakusa kiyoomi fluff #chapter:prologue

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forgotten-daydreamer · 3 months

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Still thinking about that yandere!Yamaguchi fic I drafted in 2020 and never finished...

#not even going to say which song inspired it. it's ridiculous.#but my spotify just hit me with it. and my mind went back to it #tsukishima kei #yamaguchi tadashi #tsukkiyama #haikyuu!!#haikyuu: 🥳🏐✨️🎉#the fic: 🗡🏃‍♂️😈☠️#tsukiyama

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selznick-writes-stuff · 5 months

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Unconditional Love

haikyuu fanfic

My interpretation of the song told through a ftm trans Yachi coming to terms with his gender.

Inspired by Unconditional Love by Against Me!

Everyone had their secrets. Small ones like not having brushed your teeth last night or not knowing how to tie shoes until you were 14. Small ones that don't really matter in the grand scheme of things but would be embrassing if people knew. Or bigger ones that only those you trust can know. Bigger ones like mental illnesses that make you feel vunerable or your sexuality people would hate you for. Some people have even bigger secrets that no one but themself knows. Yachi had one of those secrets.

Yachi hated how she looked, which wasn't the secret - it was a secret, sure. Just, well, that's common, not liking how you look. Sometimes Yachi cut herself on purpose but that also wasn't the secret. Again, it was a secret but lots of people self-harm (and it's not like she's suicidal so does it really count?) No, those weren't Yachi's biggest secret. Her biggest secret was that she's trans. Well, maybe.

They didn't really know. She didn't want her hair short like a boy's but she'd tried it. They had put gum in their hair by the top so it had to be cut short. It was a bowl-cut and looked kind of awkward but it made them happy. Even happier when someone mistook them for a boy (on account of her wearing trousers, having short hair and her tits not having grown that noticeably at the time). They felt so happy. But having short hair isn't that fun when you can't braid it and mess with it so they'd decided to grow it out again. She didn't want short hair like a boy but she equally didn't want long hair like a girl. A purgatory of cutting and growing out her hair because it never felt right didn't make her happy either.

She didn't want her tits either. She had always been unhappy with them though never really knowing why. She had once thought she wanted bigger tits, that she was upset because they were small but her tits grew from AA cups to A cups to B cups and they still were unhappy with them. No one had mistaken them for a boy in a while and it was definitely her tits that were the culprit. It wasn't like she hated tits in general because they had seen tits on other girls and didn't hate them (she loved them, she was gay, God blame her) so it wasn't tits that was the problem. It was tits on her own body that was the problem. So they didn't want tits.

Her hips and legs were wrong too. Wide and fluffy with fat while the rest of her body was skinny. It made them want to puke sometimes. How she looked and how she walked was because she was a girl. They didn't like it. Didn't like that skirts showed her legs or that trousers outlined her hips. She didn't know if her butt was big but sometimes it felt like it was and sometimes she hated it and sometimes she remembered girls tend to have larger legs and hips and bums. It's where the body stores extra fat that might be needed in pregnancy. They remembered that from biology class.

She hated her body hair as well. But that was for a different reason than the others. Not because she had it but because she couldn't have it. Women shave (or wax) their legs and armpits and pussy. Any hair on your face was a no and it made her feel so self-conscious. She had to shave - couldn't not shave! She was be wrong then. Not normal. Weird. So she would ignore how happy she felt with leg hair and shave. Maybe she shaved less than other girls, spaced it out more, but she shaved her legs. She didn't shave their cunt though, no one would see so they could have this. She couldn't have chest or face or back hair for a different reason entirely - they just didn't have any. It didn't grow. At least she didn't need to worry about shaving it. Just long to have any instead.

So maybe they'd imagined being a boy sometimes. Wondered what having a dick would be like. Longed for a flat chest and a beard. It didn't mean anything.

She didn't want short hair like a boy. So it couldn't mean anything.

That was before she became a manager for the Karasuno Volleyball Club. Asahi had terrified them - even with long hair. And it's not like she didn't know men can have long hair and still be masculine. It had just never struck that close to them before. And he had fuzz on his chin! Dachi had thicc thighs too. Muscular, not fat like Yachi's though. Tanaka also had no hair on his chest (she knew from how much he whipped his shirt off), although he did have muscles to make up for it that Yachi didn't.

The thing with sports clubs is that they get close. Form strong bonds. Karasuno Volleyball Club even more so than others. Everyone was friends with everyone else - even Asahi didn't scare them anymore! She didn't really realise how much they trusted each other until Kinoshita had to sit out at one practice. Narita asked her to get a hot waterbottle for him while Kinoshita swallowed some tablets.

"Usually I'd ask Kiyoko but she's talking to the coach about him sitting out, I hope it's not a bother," Narita scratched the back of his head. "Not a bother - it's what I'm here for!" Yachi squeaked before scurrying off to the office. She had a hot waterbottle in her bag that would be nicer than anything the school had but they wanted to use a kettle the heat the water rather than waiting for whatever came out of the sinks to turn warmish. After that was sorted, she scurried back and handed it to Kintoshita.

"Uggrh, thanks," he groaned, "Narita lied before though, Kiyoko had her period last week and had to leave that day. You remember when she wasn't at practice last Wednesday, right? Yeah, thought the school would be a bit more helpful if it was you that asked then."

It took Yachi maybe longer than it should to realise exactly why Kinoshita needed the hot waterbottle. He was having period cramps like they do sometimes. And, god, it made her stop and consider what they actually felt. Because maybe it wasn't just self-conscious self-hatred that inspired self-harm. Maybe they were... No. He could be though...

The reflection that stared back in their bedroom wasn't right. It never was. Never had been. How he hadn't noticed they didn't know. The scars on their arms and legs had never fully faded from the last time she had cut (even if it had been months ago) but he ignored them. The only thing they wanted to hurt were the tits. Those godforsaken tits. No one had mistaken him for a boy since those tits had grown. ...grown.

So blood drew.

It felt better than they had expected. Something felt right in the anger that cut into her. He just wanted the tits gone. ...gone.

But still it was his biggest secret.

They didn't know why. It wasn't logical to keep it secret - the club wouldn't care. They'd accept him, help him and still care about him. Their mother would be accepting - she'd accepted his cousin being non-binary and that Yachi was a lesbian. So why couldn't she tell them she wasn't a lesbian but a trans straight man. He didn't know. His mother could help him to start transitioning. Would probably push Yachi to talk for himself more but would help. He could get rid of those tits, grow long hair and a beard, have all the body hair in the world and no one would care because he was a man, not a girl. And everyone that he cared about would accept and help him. He knew that. So why couldn't he just. Say Something.

Even though their love is unconditional it's still his biggest secret.

#yachi hitoka #yachi madoka mentioned #kinoshita hisashi #narita kazuhito #trans ftm yachi hitoka #fanfic #haikyū!!#haikyuu #trans ftm kinoshita hisashi #cw self harm #fic inspired by song

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