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#he does this too in his relationship like if he didn't think about volleyball so much he would've search for asahi and kept in touch with

ghost-recs · 1 month

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Sakusa Timeskip Recs

this is for you lovely @dontmindtheevie. thank you for your support and patience pookie!

the video call incident by @reverie-starlight

synopsis: you and sakusa enjoyed the secrecy of your relationship. after all, you both didn't want to imagine what would happen if the terrible three ever found out.

oneshot filled with humor, insults, and fluff. it made me unattractively cackle a couple times.

no secretes here by bunnytime [ao3]

synopsis: sakusa's teammates like to think they all know each other pretty well. how could they not know that sakusa was in a relationship? let alone married??

this mini series is so cute! pure fluff and msby chaos!

mine by @taeyamayang

synopsis: you always loved watching sakusa's games and supporting him. however, you didn't love what sakusa had set up for you.

oneshot, maybe a little ooc? but so adorable.

untitled oneshot by @chosobaby

synopsis: there's just one aspect of volleyball that sakusa does not enjoy...

lil "what if" scenario that i just love to think about!

specially made by @luvring

synopsis: you swear sakusa does not understand the point of a surprise. but you're not complaining.

dating pro-player sakusa scenario. just pure fluff

another untitled oneshot by @omi-boshi

synopsis: sakusa does not like answering his phone when he's on break. however, when it's you calling, curiosity gets the better of him.

reader just being a thorn in sakusa's side, but he's too down bad for you to complain.

Fresh Linens by emilyisfictional [ao3]

synopsis: your boyfriend is gone way too often, the only option is to steal his hoodies and sweaters. you hate that he washes them so often.

agh just more fluff and sakusa boyfriend scenarios that leave me melting

Drawing Our Moments by EdenxWrites [ao3]

synopsis: sakusa recalls the days he fell in love with you.

not entirely post-timeskip. has some flashbacks to high school but present day is set after high school. this oneshot caught me off guard.

hello, neighbor by @demxnscous

synopsis: you gain a new neighbor and he seems...interesting enough. well, his friend is definitely a character.

a meet-ugly oneshot that i wish had more parts...but ig that's what my imagination is for.

i also want to bring some attention to this fic: change of heart by heartcondemned [ao3]

i haven't finished reading it yet, but i'm really enjoying it. i also hesitate to rec it because it is unfinished and doesn't look like it will be... but give it a try if you're cool with that!

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kitasgloves · 7 months

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— ♬ NSFW

SUNA RINTARO hated himself for being the nosy person that he was. He had a knack for sticking his nose where it shouldn't belong. It began in high school with recording quarrels between the Miya Twins in his volleyball club, and it expanded to his entire social circle and he's now well known for sharing hilarious and horrible pictures of his friends. But Suna also dipped his toes into gossip, not that he shares gossip but he does enjoy listening to it. The absurdity of knowing something controversial or embarrassing served as entertainment for Suna for years to come. Suna had knowledge of the recent dramas trending on the internet or around his friend group. Essentially, Suna Rintarou loves to know everything despite how forbidden it can be.

However, now, Suna is beginning to regret it. He knows it's wrong, he's aware that he shouldn't be investigating, but something sick and twisted bloomed in his chest when he went past his roommate's door and heard a muffled whimper.

His stoic and mysterious roommate, Sakusa Kiyoomi, has been living with him for two and a half years. They got along relatively well with their shared interests in volleyball and music. Suna thinks Sakusa is a clean freak like his former-captain back in Inarizaki but he doesn't think less of him. The man was impressively handsome, intelligent, and famous so it was no surprise that people were fawning for him and worshipped the ground he walked on. Suna did his research on him, a.k.a. some stalking. From his Instagram with a scarce of posts, stumbling across some fan edits of him here and there. To old articles about Sakusa that shared rare and low-quality photographs of him. Though it seemed like no matter how deep he dug, he couldn't find any filth about the man.

"Oh, Kiyoomi is a private person. No matter how close me and him were, I have no idea what's going on in his life"

Suna recalls Komori, Sakusa's cousin, telling him that. He thought if he silently fucked around he would find out something incriminating or embarrassing about the unshakeable Sakusa Kiyoomi. Now, he wished he didn't. Suna was absolutely embarrassed and intrigued when he listened to the moaning on the other side of Sakusa's door. It was unmistakably a girl. Suna already made assumptions that Sakusa was too busy with his volleyball career to hook up or make romantic relationships, but he was wrong and he found it in the worst possible way.

"Omi, please"

Something about that woman's voice hypnotized Suna. As his shaky hand tried to push the ajar door further, he was greeted with a delicious sight. It was you, Sakusa's friend, on the bed, naked with your legs spread out as Sakusa settled between them ramming against you. Your hair was a mess, sweat glistened on your skin, and your eyes kept shutting when Sakusa hit a specific spot. Suna felt his throat go dry as his heart leaped out of his chest. He was stuck in a trance, unable to pull away from the erotic sight of Sakusa Kiyoomi pounding against you.

"You like that pretty girl?"

Sakusa purred. It was so uncharacteristic that Suna had to blink several times if this was the same man he saw every day who was always so put together now sweaty and messy. You were lying down at the edge of the bed, facing away from the door while Sakusa kneeled on the bed fucking into you. Suna had the perfect view of your tits bouncing while Sakusa drills his cock into your pussy. He knows better to pull his fucking eyes away and mind his own goddamn business, but Suna knows he wasn't that kind of guy. He was the type to always want to know more.

He wanted to know what Sakusa does to make you scream deliriously. He needed to know what makes your eyes roll back, how your lips taste, how your pussy felt. Suna knows he has no right to fantasize about you like that but he couldn't help it. He's already palming the bulge in his pants when Sakusa picks up the pace. He listens intently to your mixed moans and pants as you both chase your sweet release. The longer he watched the more he was convinced he was also inside of the room.

"Fuck, Omi!"

You screamed and reached your orgasm, Sakusa grunted and cums inside of you. At the same time, Suna was reaching inside his pants and pumping his cock. What he wasn't expecting was to lock eyes with Sakusa. His blood went cold but a rush of warmth spread across Suna's face. He was waiting for Sakusa to give him a terrifying glare, release his grip on your thighs, and march over to him to strangle him. No, instead, Sakusa smirks devilishly as he puts his cock back inside of you.

"No! Omi, it's too much!"

"Shhh, I know you can handle one more"

Sakusa begins to earnestly fuck you but his eyes were now on Suna's. He wanted to pack his bags, leave the country, and change his name, but Suna kept watching. Sakusa was looking at him teasingly, undressing his brain and finding all the filthy thoughts he was hiding. Sakusa pounds into you faster making you shut your eyes and fall into the pleasure, blissfully unaware of the voyeur in the doorway, shamelessly watching.

"Oh, just like that Omi!"

Now, Suna is matching his pace with Sakusa as he imagines himself in his place. He imagined you moaning his name. Suna locks himself into an intense state of lust as Sakusa watches both him and you with complete amusement. He was delighted by the fact he's responsible for both of your pleasures. With every pump of Suna's hand on his own dick and his cock kissing your cervix, Sakusa can feel you both getting close. His eyes trailed from Suna to you.

"Kiyoomi!"

You shut your eyes and arched your back as Sakusa feels you clench around his dick, cumming hard. His ears catch the muffled moan from Suna as he cums around his hand. When Suna realizes that Sakusa is still looking at him, he finally has the ability to retreat to his bedroom. He cleans himself up as he tries to process what the fuck he has done. A billion thoughts race his mind. Suna becomes too ashamed and weak to leave his room and face you or Sakusa. Fortunately, he heard you leave a few minutes later he locked himself up. Suna grew nervous the longer he remained alone with Sakusa in their shared apartment. He lasted two hours until he felt himself growing hungry. Suna waited for a moment when Sakusa switched off the television, seemingly now retreating to his room. When Suna opens his door and sneaks to the kitchen, he finds Sakusa leaning against the wall next to the refrigerator with a cunning smirk.

"Took you long enough to show up"

Suna gulped and tried to flee but Sakusa grabbed him by the arm and pulled him close, towering over him. Suna scrambles and tries to make up with an excuse.

"Lo-look if this was about earlier, I didn't mean it I swear"

"No, it's fine. I'm not angry"

"...You're not?"

"If I was, I wouldn't have looked you right in the eye and fucked [Name] again"

"What do you want from me?"

"Would you mind watching another round of me and my girl later? You seem to enjoy it so much"

"What the fuck?"

"Head to my room at eleven"

Sakusa whispered against Suna's ear and released him. Bewildered but excited, Suna returns back to his room. He paces around and waits until he hears the door open and your voice greets Sakusa. He mentally prepares himself for fifteen minutes before he approaches Sakusa's room. He knocks on the door and hears Sakusa saying it was 'open' before entering.

"Holy shit"

Suna said breathless because you were sitting on the edge of the bed completely naked and smiling sweetly at him, tilting your head and waving at him.

"Hi Rintaro"

Fuck, he can feel his cock stirring awake with the way you say his name. Sakusa, still dressed, instructs him to take a seat. Suna could feel his heart racing miles per second when Sakusa stripped off his shirt and started kissing you. He knew Sakusa told you about him watching you two fucking earlier, he was just not expecting you to be on board with it. Sakusa caressed your cheek with a smile.

"Are you ready to give him a show, darling?"

Your eyes meet Suna's and he melts in his seat, it is a mixture of playfulness and desire. Suna forgets about his raging boner as he stares hungrily back at you. You nod towards Sakusa.

"Let's give him the best show of his life"

You say. That alone made Suna think that tonight is going to be one fucking ride. He didn't have his phone to record the moment, only his eyes were going to capture everything. Suna wouldn't mind keeping this one a secret.

#— ♬ ©kitasgloves #haikyuu #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fic #haikyuu smut #suna rintarou #suna x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x reader #suna x you #sakusa x you #sakusa x reader x suna #haikyuu drabbles

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kikiyoomis · 3 months

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kiyoomi with the anniversary trope "one year is too short, lets make it forever"

a lot of people told sakusa that the honeymoon phase of his relationship will last a couple of weeks, maybe a couple of months at the very most. they weren't saying this out of malice, more so out of concern for him seeing as this was his first ever relationship and nobody in his life, himself included, knew how things would go.

but what everyone was certain of was that sakusa wasn't going to half ass it. he was going to make sure you knew and felt that he loved you every single day. setting himself reminders to make certain habits routine, picking you up from work whenever he's available, making you a balanced lunch full of your favourite foods... sakusa wants to do everything he can to make sure that this relationship continues strongly.

and while he was unsure if he was going to be able to keep up with all of these new routines on top of his already packed schedule, sakusa knew he needed to at least try.

but one year into his relationship with you, he never felt this "honeymoon" phase leaving. in fact, every single day since a year ago, he felt his love for you explode. every thing he does for you is completely out of love and he wanted to do it.

"you know, i used to think that one year anniversaries was a huge milestone that needed to be celebrated lavishly and formally but i really enjoy this," you say, cuddling closer to sakusa on his couch with a cheesy romcom playing.

"i'm glad you like this. i'm sorry i couldn't do anything bigger for you," sakusa replies, combing his fingers through your hair. his touch has always a source of comfort for you, so you lean into his touch.

if there was something he didn't enjoy about his profession as a volleyball athlete was that he couldn't enjoy dates with you without a care in mind out in public. he knew the weight of the pressure random people's opinion have en masse and how they can really affect people. he has seen even athletes crumble under their scrutiny for whatever miniscule reason the public believes in.

this has never been too much of an issue for sakusa, who has never been that affected about what other people had to say about him or even if it did, he has the means to retort back.

but he never wanted you to be hurt by them. unless you were one hundred percent sure that you could handle it no matter what, sakusa had to keep your relationship with him secret from the public and thankfully just private with close friends and family.

"hey babe," sakusa says. you peer over at him, and for a moment he swears his heart skips a beat. every day since he started dating you, not for a moment did he not feel as if his crush on you has dissipated. in fact, knowing that you loved him back has his heart sprinting a marathon.

"hypothetically... what would you think about getting married one day?" this thought comes out impulsively and almost immediately he wants to retract it. hell he doesn't even know if he wants to be married one day!

"if it's with you, i would love for us to get married!" you smile brightly. and just like that every worry, every uncertainty had vanished from his mind. without a moment wasted, he kisses you. it was heated, passionate and it was addictive.

"did you like my answer that much?" you giggle, out of breath. sakusa pulls you into an embrace.

"i want to be with you forever. i want to be able to show everyone that you're mine. if anything, my love for you has grown so much over a year that i can't imagine living my life without you. however expensive the ring, i will buy it for you. wherever you want the wedding to be, i will make sure we have it there. if it's for you, i will do anything."

"was one year too short for us to be together? you want us to get married so that we're together forever?" you giggle, amused by his line of thinking. but sakusa, being the man that he is, was completely serious.

"yes, one year isn't enough. i want to wake up every morning and see your beautiful face, i want to go home and know that i get to sleep next to you that night. you've turned my world upside down y/n, i love you so much i can't describe it"

#haikyu #haikyuu #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa #sakusa x reader #haikyuu sakusa #sakusa fluff

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caeqey · 1 month

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‎♡‧₊˚࿐ the little things — 엔하이픈 thoughts

or — things my suitor does, that i think en- members would do too

#wc 1k+ pairing ⟢ highschool bf!en- members x gn!reader ⸝⸝ genre : fluffㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ , angst if you squint warnings .ᐟ mentions an argument, food/ed (reader forces themself to not eat)

이희승 : messages you after every round

early in your relationship with heeseung, you quickly caught onto the fact that he loves gaming. you didn't mind it of course, it was nice that he had his own thing. it only became a problem when it started feeling like he cared more about his games than he did you. not wanting to assume the worst, you decided to talked to him about it. heeseung was honestly upset, not because he thought you were being selfish, but because his actions made you feel that way. since then, he loves to text you in between rounds, updating you about the silliest things like —

“baby look! i ranked up 😁” , “I GOT BATTLE ROYALE BABY YIPEE” and often, you'd see notifications like “sorry baby, i was in game. can you play with me next time, please?”

박종성 : brings you food for lunch

jay was aware that you had a bad habit of not eating your food. often times, you'd give your lunch to your friends. it hurt him, seeing you not eat, forcing yourself not to. he took note of your behaviour and then had the bright idea that he should make you your lunch. he never forced you to eat his cooking though, but he did encourage you. as time passed, you grew a healthier relationship with not only food, but with jay as well. the delicious meals he made daily were truly the highlight of your day. every now and then, he also likes to slip in notes that say —

“eat well, you deserve it dear :)” . “i know this is your fav, so i hope i did it justice ( ._. )” , “ sorry if it tastes burnt, making tanghulu is harder than it seems :(“

심재윤 : asks you to go to his games

volleyball season has finally arrived at your school, and that meant only one thing for you. watching your dear boyfriend's games on the daily. being the libero of the senior volleyball team was not a light task, but jake seemed to enjoy it nonetheless. whether it was a regular game or a tournament, he would always ask you to go. you didn't really have much of a choice though, since you are part of the school's photography club. this meant that attending games was mandatory for you. but, mandated or not, you wouldn't dare miss any of his games. it's delightful to see jake in his element, it's as if his aura changes the moment he's on the court. but of course, your boyfriend being the guy he is, jake always reminds you to —

“take pictures of me please !” , “cmonn you're a photographer, you have to take pictures of me” with a pout. however he seems to always say “WOAH THESE LOOK SO GOOD!!! i knew you were amazing sweetheart” in the end.

박성훈 : likes to watch you make art

as one of the school's most prominent artists, you are very well known for the art that you create. sometimes you art would be submitted in national competitions and you'd often get complimented on your skills during your school's art shows. and sunghoon is no different from those who admired your art. in fact, your boyfriend is "your number #1 fan" (as he likes to put it). he loves to go to your house, just sitting there and watching you work with the medium you chose. one day, you asked him why he loves to watch you every time to made art. he thought about what to say for a moment before stating —

“well, i find it odd how you're constantly told that your artwork is stunning, but you're never told that it looks even better as you're working on it. it's like you're an extension of the piece, my darling, you're abeautiful work of art as well.” tearing up at his words, you engulfed him in a tight hug.

김선우 : sends you pictures of the sunset/sunrise

your boyfriend knows how fond you are of the sunset and sunrise. even before you had gotten together, you two would always stay up all night to watch it rise when morning came. ironically, the day (or night ?) you two had gotten together, was when you were once again waiting for dawn. so, whenever sunoo had the chance to, he would always try to send pictures of the lovely sun rising and setting. it became your thing, something only you two did with each other. those pictures would often come with texts like —

“goodmorning honey! isn’t the sunset so pretty?” , “i was out walking and noticed the sun was setting hehe”, “hiii are you uppp? look what i saw :)”

양정원 - loves to build legos with you

both you and jungwon have always been interested in legos, and there was no exception to that.even when you two go to the mall. often entering the lego store to browse for any sets that you liked. so it did not come to you as a surprise when your lovely boyfriend gifted you a set of lego roses for your birthday. he knows how much you’ve wanted to build these types of things with him, it was practically the best gift he could’ve ever thought of! now sitting across from each each other, crossed legged and giggling. things were going as planned until —

“love it’s the other way around!” you exclaimed, “wait, huh ???” despite his experience in lego set building, flowers were not his thing. “the petal, i mean. it’s upside” you chuckled. the night of your birthday went on smoothly as you two continued creating the plastic flower arrangement.

西村力 — is the miles to your gwen

riki is actually the reason why you had taken an interest in the famous spider hero. he would often talk about the movies and the comics with you, which interested you the more he talked about it. you adored it when he geeked out about his interests, it was the side of him that no one really saw. soon, you were just as addicted as he was. and when the across the spiderverse movie had come out, you two did not miss the opportunity to watch it together. by the time his birthday rolled in, you thought about the perfect birthday present. matching bracelets that were impressed by miles and gwen. you were undeniably anxious though, even spending all night pondering about how he’d feel about the gift. but upon opening your gift he said —

“woah!! it's so cool, thank you!!” riki smiled, genuinely. “wait, hey, are you alright?” he asked, sensing your anxiousness. “i’m glad you like it. and uhm, i know that miles and gwen don't exactly end up on good terms by the end of the movie… but don't worry riks. we're gonna do our own thing”

note ᝰ.ᐟ please tell me someone got the atsv reference in riki's part (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ anyways i hope you guys enjoyed this !! please leave feedback, it would really help me out :)

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sachirobabe · 2 months

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Chapter 4

Kuroo Tetsurou x reader

Wc: 2758

Summary: You, a dedicated member of the girls' volleyball team, find an unexpected connection with Kuroo Tetsurou. Igniting a bond over shared passions and stolen moments, love blossoms on the court; all because you met him at a captains meeting.

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Taglist: @merlucide, @lemurzsquad, @02shuuu

"So?" Yaku sits down at the lunch table, slamming his lunch, making Kuroo jump a little in his seat.

"So what?" Kuroo pretends to not know what the blonde is asking for.

Yaku clicks his tongue, "Can you believe him?" He gets Kai's attention, "He doesn't shut up about this girl for almost 3 years and when he finally hangs out with her, suddenly he has nothing to say?!"

Kai chuckles, "I hate to say it Kuroo, but he's right."

"Shhh!" Kuroo looks around, making sure nobody is listening, "Will you shut your big mouth? Somebody will hear."

"Like everybody doesn't know." Kenma rolls his eyes.

"They don't! Only you guys do." Kuroo frowns.

"Not true." Yaku shakes his head.

"The other guys on the team know as well." Kenma says before focusing back to his phone. Kuroo continues to roll his eyes.

"Well, are you not gonna tell us?" Yaku says, still speaking very loudly.

Kuroo can't fight the smile creeping up on his face, just thinking of you makes his entire being swoon.

"He's blushing." Yaku nudges Kai, "God, you're so down bad." Kuroo ignores him and continues to eat his lunch.

"C'mon Kuroo, we've endured 3 years of you talking about her, just tell us what happened." Yaku is still determined to get this man to talk.

"After the captains meeting, we got some food and talked for a little." Kuroo stays quiet, remembering how pretty you looked the entire time you were with him. "She got onigiri and I payed, I wish I could've seen her surprised face again, it was adorable." He continued to ramble on.

Yaku was deeply invested on his captains love life, he listened to Kuroo go on and on about you.

"The way she had her hair suited her so well, and she even playfully nudged me, I swear my skin is shining from the spot where she touched me—" He goes to show his teammates the spot where you touched him, but he was interrupted.

"Okay okay, lover boy, I asked for how it went, not for you to declare your love to her for the millionth time." Yaku rolls his eyes, already hearing him talk about how pretty and nice you are.

"You asked, I'm simply just telling you how it went." Kuroo crosses his arms over his chest.

"No, I didn't ask for you to gush all over her." The blonde glares.

"Alright, doesn't matter." Kai intervenes, "What happened after eating?"

"I was going to walk her home, but we heard thunder so she quickly left before I could offer." Kuroo's smile falters a little.

"That's why you don't have a girlfriend." Yaku shakes his head.

"He doesn't have one cause all he does is talk about

Y/n, but never makes a move." Kenma quietly says. "You guys are being loud." He pockets his phone and begins to walk away from them.

"Who waits 3 years to finally talk to their crush? I thought you were more bold." Yaku goes on.

"You've never had one either." Kuroo rolls his eyes, "Plus I get nervous around her. Look at her."

Yaku and Kai groan, not wanting to hear him go on again. It's no hate to you, they think you're kind, but their friend is a wimp who is making them suffer by not doing anything to advance your guys' non existent relationship.

You're sitting on top of a desk near your coach, Himari right next to you as she chews on some pocky.

"Don't you guys have better things to do?" Coach Mori raises an eyebrow at the two of you.

"No." You both say in unison and she rolls her eyes, you two spend way too much time together. You're basically psychic.

"Tell us some drama." Himari has a glint in her eye.

"There is none. And if there was, I wouldn't be allowed to tell." Mori glares and continues to type on her computer.

"Aw, come one. Just a little? What about that guy you were talking to?" You swung your feet.

Mori turns in her seat, "What about the boys' captain?"

Himari looks confused, "Kuroo Tetsurou? He's cute."

"He's flirting with her." Mori points her finger to you.

"No way." Himari is baffled.

"What? You're delusional." You laugh. "He is cute, though." You whisper to Himari and she lightly pushes you.

"You should've seen them at the captains meeting."

"Bro, change the rules so vice captains can go, I need to see this." Himari laughs.

"We were being friendly!" You raise your hands as if it's obvious. "You never used to bug me about the previous captains."

"Because the previous captains didn't look at you the way he does." Mori rolls her eyes. "Now shoo, the bell is about to ring."

"Nothing is going on." You clarify and your coach plugs her ears, not wanting to hear any of it. "Can you believe her?" You say to Himari as the two of you walk out of class.

"I'd have to see for myself." Himari shrugs and you gasp.

"You believe her?" You feel betrayed.

"Mori is never wrong when it comes to guys." Himari says confidently.

"Oh yeah? Well she was wrong about the last guy she went on a date with, he stood her up." You furrow your brows.

"I meant for other people." She laughs, "Remember when Izumi got cheated on last year? Mori called it."

How could you forget, she warned her just by meeting the boy once. "Coincidence. I mean, look at him." You open the door for class and walk in.

"Or when she knew my cousin was gonna marry her boyfriend. After they dated for a week." She emphasized.

You roll your eyes, "Uh huh."

"She's never wrong. Now I know Kuroo Tetsurou has a crush on you." She winks and pokes your cheek. You continue to deny, you had just gotten to get to know him.

Classes trudged on, it was the second week and you're already sick of it. You were looking forward to practice today, the practice match with the boys had you almost on the edge of your seat.

The lineup you drew during the captains meeting was the one being used for this practice match. It wasn't completely set in place, your coach would make tweaks where ever needed.

You and a few other members began to change, you could barely hold your excitement, you were basically buzzing. Without a word, you quickly left the club room and made your way to the gym.

"She's happy." Misaki, your libero laughs.

"The girl's been begging for 3 years for this." Himari sighs, closing her locker and leaves.

A few boys were already in the gym setting up, you figured they had it down.

"Um, excuse me?" You hear a voice and turn, seeing Kenma stand before you. "Do you want us to put the net at the girls height?"

"No, the men's is fine. We practice with it anyway." You say and continue to look at the rotations on the clipboard. Kenma's a little surprised, but goes to the others to tell them to raise it a bit more.

"You seem ready." Coach Mori chuckles, taking her clipboard from you, "You got them down, don't worry."

"I was just memorizing the others', in case we get confused." You say.

"Go stretch." She rolls her eyes, you begin forming a small circle of your teammates as they slowly join.

"Wait so in the 2nd rotation I serve, but once we lose the point Rikako comes in for me?" Emi, your right side asks. Rikako was a first year, and a damn good one, her passes were amazing.

"Yeah, we need your serves." Himari says, watching you from the corner of your eye trying to decide who's got serve and who's receiving.

You jog back to your coach, who orders the team to huddle up. "We got serve." You say.

"You finally won a coin toss!" Aiko slaps your back, she was another passer.

"I don't always lose?" You frown, your coach gets all of your attention again and begins to go over rotations quickly.

"Go out there and play." Your coach breaks you all out and the starters head onto the court. You started off in the right front, Himari behind you with the ball, next to her was Keiko; a middle blocker, she was waiting for Misaki to sub in for her, Naomi was next to her in left back, Emi in left front, then Mei standing in front of the net, checking out the boys' heights. She was 6'1.

Kuroo started in the left front, then Kai, and Yamamoto in right front. Yaku was in right back for Inuoka, Kenma was in middle back, and Fukunaga was in left back.

Your coach hides her hand behind her back, telling Himari where to serve.

"You nervous?" Kuroo asks you from the other side of the net.

You scoff, "Not in the slightest." He smirks and pulls back to hide Kenma so he doesn't have to pass. You get ready to switch with Emi, as soon as the whistle blows you're in the left position with your arms ready by your head.

You watch the ball go over the net and aim for Kuroo, he passes the ball with ease, giving Kenma an easy ball to work with. You watch Kenma carefully, dissecting his every move.

His back was arched slightly in mid air, giving you the hint that he was going to give it to Yamamoto, "Right!" You yell and were correct when the ball left his hands.

You and Mei get ready to block him, she takes away his cross shot easily because of her insane height, meanwhile you were really only good for getting touches.

"Straight!" Naomi yells and prepares to receive the ball.

Yamamoto yells something you didn't quite catch, but he hits right through Mei's block, she wasn't expecting such a hard hit. The ball begins the fall short in front of Misaki, but she saves it with one hand.

"Himari, left!" You yell, knowing the original play was out of the question when the receive was wonky. Himari knows she can count on you, she sends the ball your way and you wait for the ball to reach its peak, then beginning your approach.

You may have been on the shorter side of your team, but you worked a ton on your vertical. You soar into the air, seeing Kai and Kuroo's strong arms, you decided to give it your all and try to break through the block.

Which you did, it landed in front of Kenma after it ricocheted off of Kai's hands. You land back down and begin cheering with your team.

"Nice save, my bad." Mei apologies.

"Don't worry, you'll get it." Misaki encourages.

"Great set as always, Himari." You smile, giving her a high five and she blows you a kiss as a joke.

"Nice job, ladies, get another Himari." Your coach nods to her. You roll the ball towards her and you face forward again.

You watch Kenma bring his team together and say a few things.

"I know you were scared to try and hit through my block." Kuroo sassily said, walking back.

"Oh please." You laugh. "I could any day."

"We'll see." He gives you a wink then goes back to pass.

The whistle blew and the ball was sent over, you perceptively watched Kenma, you knew he liked to play tricks with his eyes and fake body movement.

This time Yaku gave a perfect pass to Kenma and he sets it to Kuroo, he gives a powerful hit in between the gap of the block.

It slams right in between Misaki snd Naomi, both fail to get a hand on the ball.

"Sorry, I'll do a better job of closing the gap." Mei cringes at herself for such a stupid mistake.

"It's all good, focus on the next one." You pat her back.

"We'll do better too!" Naomi nods to Misaki.

"We're good guys, cmon let's go, next point." Himari says. The rallies were back and forth, to be honest you weren't really looking at the score too often, you were having so much fun despite how competitive you could get.

Point after point, you all learned something and were able to adapt for the next point. Both sides had great back and forth rallies, but ultimately, you lost the first set.

"Don't be too down, we've never played a boys team before. This is new." Your coach said.

"We're not too far off in height, it's mostly just Kuroo and Kai we have to worry about." Himari states, out of breath, but a huge smile on her face. You can tell she's having fun too.

"We got this next one, guys, let's go." You break the team out and begin the second set. This time your team is the one to back it up by one rotation. You're in middle front, Emi wasn't the best at receiving serves, so you pulled back to hide her further in the back.

You wipe your shoes to make sure they weren't slippery before getting into position. Yamamoto is now up to serve, you are now starting to question why Kenma wasn't their first server.

He serves to you, it was very powerful, but you were able to read it and direct it towards Himari, your arms stung a little after receiving it.

It was a perfect pass, so Himari went for the quick attack with Mei, which successfully made it over the net, despite Kuroo being amazing at blocking. It was received easily and thrown back at your team by Fukunaga.

The game ended with you guys taking the second set, but they took the third. You all shake hands, out of breath. Even though your team lost, you were happy to finally be able to play with the boys. It was definitely great practice for both sides.

"What happened?" Kuroo says, finding you after the practice match, you were drinking from your water bottle talking to your coach, a few members were taking down the net.

"I believe you lost a set." You shrugged and laughed. Your coach eyed the boy, watching his mannerisms with you.

"I believe you lost the game." He chuckled and you deadpan.

"Next week. Just you wait." You say, "Oh, I was meaning to talk to you about your lineup." He turns his head like a confused puppy. "Why don't you have Kenma serve first?"

"Yamamoto has a good serve." He says.

"You should try having Kenma serve, that way he gets more back row time and you'd have 3 hitters in the front for longer." You explain.

He thinks for a moment, "That could work. I'll tell coach." He smiles, "Thanks. You play good, by the way. I haven't been able to watch many matches, but I've heard some things."

"Bad things?" You raise an eyebrow.

"No," He laughs, "of course not. I've heard your hits are powerful and you read the ball well."

"Thank you, Kuroo." You say. "You know, we'd always go and support your games, but I see that's not reciprocated." You jokingly roll your eyes.

"Hey, cut us some slack," He chuckles, "We'll be present more often." He promises. Coach Nekomata calls Kuroo over and he gives you a small smile before leaving.

You're left with your coach and Himari, who you didn't realize came over to gossip with her sister. You deadpan looking at them.

"She's telling me what her great mind is predicting." Himari smiles widely.

"Oh shut up." You roll your eyes. "I don't believe your so called gift."

"I'm never wrong, hun." Coach Mori shrugs and begins to pack up. "You're always welcome to ask for my opinion."

"Yeah sure." You narrow your eyes at her, "You ready?" Himari nods and takes one last sip of her water bottle before putting it with the rest.

"You FINALLY talked to her in person, wow." Yaku smiles at his tall friend.

"Will you be quiet?" Kuroo looks around.

"Everybody knows, dude." Yamamoto says, "I'm surprised she doesn't with how much you look at her." He laughs. "Can't blame you, though."

Kuroo turns his head so quickly at his teammate, "Nuh uh, you're not allowed to be jealous when you haven't done shit." Yaku laughs and walks away.

Kuroo rubs his forehead, his team was going to make his age so quickly with how much they stress him out.

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comforting you after getting a little insecure about your relationship

suna, bokuto, sakusa x reader (separate)

notes on sakusa's: he's aged up and his volleyball schedule is based off of an elite volleyball club schedule, so if his canonical schedule is different im sorryyy

warnings: reader insecurities, platonic hugs and cuddles w/ friends

notes: the one bolded word is the nickname for the character that reader uses :)

a/n: WOWOWOW omi getting 10 hrs of sleep i could never it's 1am rn

s. rintaro & clinginess (reader goes to a diff school)

-you were clingy.

-and you knew that very well.

-however, you never felt bad about your clinginess. rin was big on physical touch, too.

-it wasn't until one of your friends pointed it out that you felt a teensy teensy bit of insecurity.

you engulfed your two friends in a big hug. "morning!"

the two looked at you and laughed. (not in a mean way) "morning, y/n-chan."

you walked between them with your arms around them and talked. you loved moments like these; just talking, enjoying each other's presences, and getting some love in the form of platonic touch. you loved these friends deeply, and you enjoyed every moment that you had with them. you also always wanted to feel loved as well as make them feel loved, and physical touch = your love language. not to mention, you got to hear all the gossip like this. it was great.

then, at some point, one of your friends pointed something out. "y/n-chan, do you have attachment issues?"

you were very taken aback. "what?"

"yeah, she probably does. she always needs to be between us or something. definitely sounds like attachment issues." your other friend added teasingly.

you just laughed and said, "lowkey yeah i guess." and continued the conversation.

although the comment was half-joking and you had brushed it off, it was enough to start overthinking any touch that you had with anyone.

where you'd usually give your friend a quick pinch to the sides to greet and scare her, you instead screamed "BOO!"

you immediately backed off when you realized you gave one of your friends a hug out of instinct and habit, not wanting to come off as clingy.

you opted to sit on the other side of the table when you were studying in the library with your friend, worried that she might think it was weird how you wanted to platonically cuddle while studying.

though these were subtle changes, you really started to get into your head.

when you met up with rin after school, you opted for a "hi rin!" instead of a "RIIIIIIN!" and a big running hug. he noticed this change, but said nothing.

when he tried to grab your hand to walk together, you held his loosely, which was different from your usual pulsing grip. you liked to give his hand squeezes. you didn't know why, but it was just reassuring to you. but you didn't do it. didn't wanna come off as clingy or too attached or anything.

when you watched a movie together, you sat next to him instead of cuddling with him.

when you started crying during the movie, you held his hand instead of engulfing him in a huge hug.

rin took note of all of it.

he wasn't sure if it was significant enough to mention, but something about this situation had a weird vibe to it, so he brought it up as casually as possible.

"you've been less touchy today." rin mentioned as you two walked home.

you froze. he noticed?

"i-i guess so?" casual. keep it casual.

he picked up on the uncertainty in your voice straight away. "what's wrong?"

"nothing!" you tried your best to sound cheerful.

he raised an eyebrow at you.

"w-well, it's just that my friend mentioned that im kinda always on your arm and asked if i had attachment issues or something. i didn't like let it get in my head or anything, but i just kinda noticed that she's sorta right. thought id try giving you some space, you know?" you rambled. as you let it all out, tears formed in your eyes. oh gosh. he would definitely think that you were overreacting. you tried hiding your face so that he wouldn't see them, but it was too late.

rin wasted no time in engulfing you in the biggest hug and pressing kisses all over your neck.

you could feel your cheeks heating up.

"don't stop.. being all clingy and touchy and stuff. its cute and i love it."

he took a deep breath. he never was very good at talking about emotions. "i love.. everything about you. including your attachment issues."

to anyone else, nothing about rin's expression when he said that was weird. it was the same deadpan expression that he always wore. the stoic, cold, distant one.

but you knew him well. in his eyes, you saw a tenderness and love that he could only look at you with. the tenderness and love that meant "i mean it." no filter, no bs, no false comfort. the truth.

there's no doubt in your mind. you're not thinking about how he's just saying that, or how he finds this little conversation annoying and insignificant. all you're thinking about is how lucky you are to be with someone like rin. you hug him back as a few tears of relief and love fall. with a smile and tears in your eyes, you reply.

"same here."

b. koutaro & another girl

-your relationship with bokkun was pretty new

-you had been friends for maybe 4 months or so before you two started dating for a month now, but you had an instant connection and became good friends very quickly.

-however, you had always felt that because you hadn't even know bokkun for half a year yet, there were a lot of things that you didn't know about him.

his friends, tendencies and habits, etc.

-you were never shy around him because of that, though. it was hard to be with his personality.

-you accepted that there were a lot of things that you didn't know about bokkun, but you loved him and he loved you, so you constantly reassured yourself that you would always continue to get to know him.

-but one day, you felt yourself getting pretty worked up about something.

"bokkun!" you exclaimed as you ran up to him. it was finally time to have lunch, so you were excited to eat together and talk.

you stopped. talking to him beside him was a girl with long, jet black hair and big amber eyes. she had long, thick eyelashes and full, plump lips. her milky white skin didn't have a single blemish. she had a small, v-shaped face and a nice ass. to sum it up, she was possibly the prettiest girl you had ever seen.

who is she and why is she talking to bokkun? wait. no no no. don't overthink it. she's probably just a classmate or something. no need to worry about it. you thought to yourself.

but then, she placed her hand on his bicep and gave him a cute smile. you could read her lips. "bokuto-san, this is very impressive! you must work very hard at volleyball!" or something. seriously, who is that?

when she did that, bokkun didn't shove her off. he just kept talking as if nothing unusual was going on. as if a girl that wasn't his girlfriend wasn't clinging onto his beefy biceps.

you felt tears well up in your eyes. he wasn't even shoving her off. did he not care about you?

you wiped your tears and walked up to him.

"bokuto." you said coldly. you were seriously hurt. how could he do this to you? you really thought that this relationship would go somewhere.

at the use of his normal last name, his hair drooped. were you mad? what did he do?

"what did i-" he began.

"can we talk?" you interrupted, glaring at the girl before pulling him away.

you led him to a quiet area in the courtyard where you wouldn't cause a big fuss.

"bokuto." you started sharply. "who the hell was that girl?"

his hair drooped even further. you were definitely mad. why, though? "a.. classmate? her name's takahiro. uh.. takahiro mika. we're.. working on a group project together. he answered nervously. the air was thick with tension and he didn't like it one bit.

"do you realize," you began, "that that CLASSMATE of yours was flirting with you? she literally grabbed your BICEP MUSCLES, bo. and you didn't even tell her to let go! you just kept talking as if that was normal! you have a girlfriend! me! do i not matter to you?" you exclaimed. you were talking pretty quickly, and you could barely understand yourself, but you didn't care. you were pissed.

"huh?" bokkun said, confusion and a slight bit of happiness due to the return of a nickname lacing his tone. "she was just commenting on my hard work for volleyball, though?"

it took him another few seconds to think about what you had said. he now understood that maybe you didn't want him touching other girls, which was perfectly normal and understandable! he would avoid that in the future.

that was when his brain finally caught up. you were talking so quickly that it took him a second to catch up. did you really just ask if you didn't matter to him? of course you did! you're the freaking love of his life, after all! (leave it to bokuto to get carried away with the whole "life" thing.)

"woah woah woah!" he screamed.

you jumped. what was with the sudden surge of emotion.

he grabbed you in his arms, picked you up in the air, and twirled you around before peppering kisses all over your face.

"of! *kiss* course! *kiss* you! *kiss* matter! *kiss* to! *kiss* me!" he cried.

he stared at you dead in the eye. "don't even think about that. i love you so, so much. i'm sorry if what happened made you uncomfortable. i'll make sure to try to pick up on when she might be flirting with me. i love you so much, ok? never forget that. ok? i LOVE YOU. i love you, l/n y/n."

you giggled. you got all worked up over him just being a guy who's concerningly dense. he didn't even realize that she was flirting, and thought that she was just being friendly.

"sorry for getting so mad. i love you too." you said, still in his arms.

"nonsense! i'm sorry for making you feel bad. this won't happen again! i promise!"

you sighed in contentment. bokuto koutaro was a man that you honestly hadn't known for very long. but what did that matter? you loved him, and he loved you. he's dense, stupid, idiotic, and friendly to a fault. but that's just part of what makes him so cute and special. because he's also loving, caring, loyal, affectionate, and the sweetest gentleman you've ever met.

even if the two of you hit some bumps on the road, you know that you'll be able to fix it somehow, as long as you're together.

s. kiyoomi & time for two

-you knew going into this relationship with professional athlete sakusa kiyoomi would mean that he would have to dedicate a lot of time to volleyball. you understood that, and were supportive! you were proud of him for pursuing his passion, and the muscle he gained from it was a nice bonus.

-even with his demanding schedule, omi always made time for the two of you. even though he wasn't the best at expressing his emotions, he worked towards being more affectionate and spending quality time with you.

-in fact, every friday, the two of you would wash up in the shower, get all cozy and ready for bed, then settle on the couch for some cuddling and a movie. neither of you loved extreme outdoorsy dates, so you two were more than happy to do this. it was chill and relaxing, and it was the highlight of your week. you two usually ending up falling asleep on the couch, snuggled in each others arms.

-but even though he worked so hard to make time for you, it didn't always work out.

he was late.

omi was supposed to be home 45 minutes ago, but he still wasn't home. he wasn't responding to any of your calls or texts either, and you were starting to get worried. his dinner was getting cold.

you wait another 15 minutes. he still isn't home and its been an hour.

you wait an additional 10 minutes.

then 10 minutes turn to 20, and 20 into 30.

and a whole 2 hours later, he still isn't home.

finally, 2 hours and 46 minutes after he was supposed to be home, the front door opens.

"hey y/n.." he groans, obviously very exhausted. "im so sorry that im so late. we have a really big tournament this weekend so they're going extra hard on us."

"that's ok, omi." you reply. you know that his volleyball career is very important, and you don't want to get in the way of that. "have some dinner! you must be hungry."

"thanks, babe."

you were hoping to sit and talk for awhile, but omi finished as fast as he could and practically sprinted upstairs to shower. he needed at least 10 hours of sleep for his practice tomorrow.

you went to bed touch-starved and a bit lonely.

the next day, you were hoping to talk with omi about your day and also about his. you hadn't gotten to talk much last night, so you were really hoping for a chance to catch up.

however, he came home late once again, and went to bed early once again.

you knew that omi was trying his best to get home and that he didn't feel good about leaving you alone, but he couldn't help it sometimes. this upcoming tournament would be one of the most important ones in a 5-month span, so he needed to go the extra mile. you understood this. you always had. you needed to be extra supportive in times like these, in fact. still, it would be hard for you when the same pattern repeated over the course of wednesday and thursday.

on friday, you were having the worst day possible.

your boss was in a terrible mood today and fired one of your closer co-workers, a different co-worker dumped half of his work on you with little warning, you burnt your hand making dinner, and you were having a huge fight with one of your best friends.

all you wanted was one of your omi-y/n-shower-movie-cuddle sessions. you were exhausted and quite frankly on the verge of tears.

however, omi did not come home on time. he came home 3 hours later than he was supposed to and you were about to cry about it.

when he finally burst through the door, tired but guilty about the situation, you just gave him a huge hug.

he was startled by the suddenness of it, but he embraced you back.

and then he asked you the worst question you can ever hear when you're trying your best not to cry.

"hey, is everything ok?"

you burst into tears immediately. the frustration, exhaustion, anger, annoyance, and loneliness you had been experiencing this past week all flooded out and onto omi's shirt. you didn't answer, merely crying and squeezing him close.

he was alarmed, to say the least.

he tried his best not to panic, but you could feel his heartbeat pounding faster.

"can we.. cuddle and talk it out?" he asked. he knew that you needed someone to talk to, and he also knew that you felt most comfortable when cuddling. he figured this was probably the best way to make you feel safe and seen.

you nodded, tears still flowing. he then picked you up and walked over to the couch and sat the two of you down.

"so.. uh, what's wrong, love?" he asked. he really, really, really didn't wanna make you uncomfortable and prod when you didn't want to tell him, but he was also concerned for you.

"i just.." you started, "i don't know! i know that your job is super demanding and im so proud to be dating a literal pro athlete! but i don't know, sometimes im just sad that we can't spend more time together. and i had such a bad day at work today and i was honestly really looking forward to our special friday shower-movie-cuddle session because after such a hard, draining, day, it would've been just what i needed! and you've been coming home so late and not talking to me that i just feel like.. i don't even know! and the worst part is that i know that you're doing your best and that it's hard for you to get us time with your schedule! i know you're trying your hardest! and it just makes me feel like a horrible person to feel these things when you're trying your best and im just like.. invalidating your hard work or something! and it's just like, are we ok?" you ranted, more tears falling with every word spoken. you hadn't meant to let it all out like that. your intention was to gently talk about what was going on, or not even have this discussion. omi was probably bored and annoyed, too. this was the worst.

however, omi was in fact not bored and annoyed. he patiently listened to your rant, paying attention to each word that fell off your tongue. when he was sure you were done, he pulled you in tight.

"i'm so, so sorry love." he said gently, holding you close. "i should've made more time for you. it's not your fault at all, so don't even think about that. it's my fault for coming home so late and spending so little time with you."

he grabbed your face and looked you in your red, bloodshot, teary eyes. "i love you. a lot. i don't really know what im doing when it comes to relationship-y type stuff, but one thing i do know is this. i. love. you. so so much."

"so.." you started, "shower-movie-cuddle?"

he chuckled. he had to get to bed and get 10 hours of sleep, but he would have to make do. "lets go." he swooped you up to carry you to the shower.

yeah. you thought to yourself, cuddled up in his arms. we're ok.

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒, 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃

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Girl Of My Dreams - Chapter 65: Something I Need To Tell You

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Synopsis: Sakusa was the type to always get things done on his own, but now that he's forced to juggle between his successful pro-volleyball career and being a single dad, what happens when he enrolls his daughter in a new preschool and meets his daughter's new teacher? Will their relationship remain professional or will it evolve into something more?

Kakucho helps you and Kimiko out of the car, while Kenma trails behind you, seemingly busy on his phone. Ran had volunteered to stay behind to answer more of the detective's questions so that you wouldn't miss any part of the finals, but you got the feeling they knew each other and wouldn't be surprised if Ran involved him in his not so legal activities before he'd decided to do everything by the book. You can only assume he's going to try and make whatever that snake did to the brat much worse than it was and you can't say you're upset about it.

You grab your passes from the ticket counter before you're making your way into the arena. You know the place like the back of your hand, having visited many times to support Kageyama so you lead the two men towards the side you're supposed to be on. You're sad that you didn't have time to change into one of Sakusa's jerseys. You had swiped one of them from him in hopes of surprising him tonight but with everything that's happened, you didn't have time to grab it from your room.

"There you guys are!" You hear someone call out, turning your head towards the direction of the voice you break out into a smile when you see Kuroo making his way towards your little group. He pulls you and Kimi into a hug before planting kisses all over Kimi's face causing her to giggle. "Kenma asked me to get you some jerseys." He says while handing you a bag with a jersey for you and the brat. You turn your attention to Kenma who just shrugs and tells you to put it on.

You hand Kimi over to Kuroo before quickly slipping the jersey over your head. Then taking the other one and slipping it over Kimi. "You look just like daddy now!" You watch as a grin appears on her face, clearly happy to be like her dad. She was the spitting image of him and with the jersey on it was as if there was a mini Kiyoomi in front of you. Kuroo hands her back to you before excusing himself to go do whatever it is he does, truthfully you're not too sure what his job description is.

You make a beeline to the court, giving a smile and flashing your passes to security before your eyes lock onto a certain black haired male. "Daddy!" Kimi is clearly very excited to see her dad again, calling out to him as soon as you step onto the court. You watch as Sakusa's face instantly turns into relief when he sees the both of you there waving at him. He quickly makes his way over to the both of you, ignoring the teasing from his teammates. As soon as he's within reach Kimi is asking for him to take her from your arms.

He plants a few kisses on her face before he's turning his attention to you. You notice the smile drop on his face before he's reaching his free hand out to you. "What happened to your cheek Darling?" You had forgotten that there was a band-aid on your cheek covering the scratch you'd received from your small altercation earlier. You shake your head before taking his hand in yours. "Remember the cat café? I don't think one of the cats appreciated me playing with her kitten." It felt gross to lie to him even if it was a white lie but you didn't want to distract him from doing his best tonight by telling the truth.

You watch as his eyes soften before he's tugging your hand, pulling you closer to him. "Omi?" You look up from where your head is resting on his chest. He lets out a hum letting you know that he's listening. "Can we talk after the game? There's something I need to tell you. It's nothing bad, but I want you to hear it from me. Okay?" He looks down at you, you notice the concern in his eyes. You hate how you're worrying him but you just need to let him know that there's something you want to talk about and that you aren't planning on hiding it from him.

"Just kick butt out there and we'll talk later. Okay? It's good news. Well I hope you take it as good news. Alright?" You reach up to plant a kiss on his lips. "Go out there tonight and do your best, babe. And me and the brat will be cheering you on. Okay?" You watch as a smile forms on his lips before he's planting a kiss on Kimi's cheek. "Yeah daddy! Kick butt tonight!" You both chuckle at her excitement before Hinata is plucking Kimi out of Sakusa's hands, wanting some time with her before the match begins.

Normally Sakusa wasn't one for PDA but he had sensed that you needed it. He could tell by your body language that you were hiding something but he just chalked it up to whatever you wanted to tell him after the game, so he holds you and let's you lean into him for a few more minutes, not at all concerned about the looks his teammates or the fans are giving the both of you.

"I should get going, you need to warm up." You say while slowly untangling yourself from him. He nods before leaning down to plant one more kiss on your lips. "I love you." You can't help but grin before stealing a kiss and pulling away. "I love you too!" You give him a wave before wrestling Kimi out of Bokuto's hold, the silver haired male holding her above his head while she pretended to be an airplane. "Good luck and have fun tonight!" You tell the rest of your boys before you're making your way back to your seats.

Surprise! I'm updating early because I felt bad for leaving y'all hanging for like 10 days last time.

Y'all really wanted to give Emiko a beating. Lmaooo. She definitely deserved to get hit a few more times but there was a baby in the room and we were on a time crunch.

What even is Kuroo's actual job lmao.

Communication is key to a good relationship lol.

As usual, leave a comment or send an ask and let me know what you thought!

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gazingstarsabove · 1 month

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Hi! Thank you for your services, I love your headcanons!

I have a request, can you share your thoughts of what the SQ was doing before the madness? Not just work, but lives, relationships, goals, that sort of thing.

If it comes more natural as story than a list, I'm perfectly fine with that, too!

Thank you!!! <3

interesting! I'll list you some little headcanons for the main SQ, this is a thought I haven't really think about, but it makes me curious! and thank you!! I put a lot of effort in my headcanons, glad to see you like them! ^^

•Hank, before he became the psychotic bloodthirsty murderer we all know, he was just an average guy. Just an average grunt walking down the street, rather, a really buff one. Even before he did the killing, he was still just a quiet as ever, but he'd speak a few words and I think would hold longer in small talks, listening in carefully. Not the best in socializing, but he does give the best hugs, I assume.

·He lives a quiet life, he resides in an apartment dorm with a stray cat he decided to take in. He doesn't really have relatives nor friends, he's just really introverted and prefers time to himself. He's the type to take in volleyball training and sports, it would be actually pretty fitting for him. But he keeps popping the ball, he doesn't really mean to, but he strikes the ball a little too hard.

·He would just be your average (buff) nevadean. I think he likes sweets and likes to spend some time playing guitar while sitting beside a tree, strumming the chords as he hums his little tune.

·His relationship with anyone? He's not really interested. He doesn't really see anything in anyone, rather, just other people trying to live their lives. He views the world a little monotone, but that's just his way of living things.

•2BDamned, or Doc, would be a medical student before the madness.. to say it didn't really go as planned. He wasn't as attentive as the other students, he was slightly overwhelmed with the projects and board exams he had to take before actually becoming a doctor. But that wouldn't stop him from practicing. He dropped out of medical school and decided to make his own path for himself. He spends his free time learning the (human) grunt anatomy, studying the different organs, bones and joints, etc..

·He was determined to atleast try and attempt to be a good doctor, something his parents and he himself would be proud of. He doesn't have a PhD, that much was obvious. He was socially awkward, but he was nice. As time goes on he started to realize that him being a doctor would be impossible without a PhD.

·He was quite serious about his goals, but he never seem to bring himself to actually accomplish them. He'd still continue studying, but an actual goal was never set on his mind, only temporary tasks that he needed to get done, ones like; 'oh I need to do this project', 'oh I'm curious about this thing guess I'll do research about it'.

·He's not with anyone, though a lot of people do know him, he only finds them as acquaintances. But he has been curious about his own sexually, questioning himself and not getting a clear answer about anything.

•Sanford is a mind breaking one! I'm not sure if before the madness, he'd be a weightlifter, some sort of coach or a lifeguard. But I suppose him being a weightlifter and a lifeguard makes sense? It just sticks with me! It fits his personality, imo. Him being a weightlifter might be a good explanation as to why he's so lean, and he's probably one of those kind, and more socializing lifeguards. He can swim, yeah, but he'll probably scream or whistle at someone if they run in the wet paths, especially tiled floors. He's just concerned they'll fall and injure themselves.

·I feel like his dream was to just live in a little home, away from the city, and have a peaceful life. He's good all on his own, but knows a few contacts and a few friends he always checks up on. He'd be a good friend. He always thought of adopting a dog, but never really had guts to handle the responsibility.

·He didn't have a relationship with anyone, but he has thought about getting a girlfriend or boyfriend. He always thought what it would be like coming home to his lover, he always thought it was quite cute. But he gets all quiet and introverted around women, he's not the best at flirting but he tries.

•Deimos even before the madness already lives a fun and chaotic life, hanging out with several friends and living his life like it ends tomorrow. He always wanted to do insane stuff like sky diving, mountain climbing, and other stuff. He'd be a fan of race cars, I think. He lives in an apartment, and his bedroom is always so messy it's astonishing. He can go days without washing his clothes.

·He only learned how to smoke when he was recruited in SQ, so that being said.. his lungs were still healthy back then!!! Though his liver wasn't! He'd be chugging energy drinks all night, while he plays his videogames.·He isn't really the healthiest guy, but he's really fun to be with! I'd like to imagine there isn't a moment where he's not smirking or grinning. And he's not the most organized person, his wardrobe is always either empty or always full of unwashed clothes.

·He was quite the loudmouth, but getting a girlfriend/boyfriend was difficult. Mostly people only find his flirting to be annoying, which he doesn't really mind since there's a lot of fish in the sea. But it kinda stings his pride though.

#madness combat #madcom #madness combat hank #madness combat 2bdamned #madness combat sanford #madness combat doc #madness combat deimos #requests!!#asks!!

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One Day | A. Miya

Summary: When you get asked by Vogue Japan to be the star of their "Day in the life of a Pro Volleyball player" video, you agree because you don't think there's much that could go wrong. You just need to film one day in your life, from morning to evening, and show the world what the outside hitter of one of Japan's V.league Division 1 female teams does with their time.

Unfortunately, your boyfriend is an absolute menace, and decides to act as such for the whole world to see.

Pairing: ProVB player!Atsumu x female ProVB player!reader

Warnings: Post timeskip, fluff, humour, some suggestive jokes/references, swearing, established relationship, mentions of ankle injuries, reader is flexible, disclaimer: i'm not a volleyball player to i probably got some details wrong

Word Count: 13 007

Available on AO3 here

Note: so i'm currently going through an atsumu phase, and while I'm in the process of working on a longer story for him, I decided just to make this as a little side project. It really has no significance but it was fun for me to write, so i'm hoping it'll be fun for you guys to read too ;)

"Good morning everyone! I've just woken up and it's…" you check the time on your watch, squinting through sleep-blurred eyes down at the bright numbers flashing back at you. "... five thirty three am and I do not want to be awake right now."

From what you can see in the mirrored image of yourself on your phone screen, there's barely enough light in your quiet bedroom for the camera to pick up on you at all. Usually, it wouldn't be practical to film anything in this kind of lighting, but you've had very strict instructions from the team at Vogue to film as much of your day as possible, starting from the very second you wake up.

Under normal circumstances, you would just turn on the light so the camera on your phone could actually register the fact that you're there. However, you just so happen to have a certain someone snoring in bed beside you; a certain someone who has a day off today and would be very unimpressed with you if you woke him up by flicking the bedroom lights on at five in the morning.

A small smile crosses your face as you glance over at Atsumu, a smile you hope the camera doesn't pick up on. When being asked by the team at Vogue Japan if you would do a "Day in the life" video as a V.League Division one player for their YouTube channel, as well as a few follow-on interviews, you had tried to bring up the fact that your boyfriend, another div one player, lived with you, and so there was a very high possibility that the video may turn into more of a couple's vlog than anything else. You aren't personally bothered by this but the Vogue Japan people didn't seem to like the idea much, and had so given you instructions to keep Atsumu out of things.

"This is a chance for the female side of the V.League to get more coverage, " they had told you animatedly when you brought it up. "The men are so famous already, we want you to be the star of this video!"

Which you also aren't personally bothered by at all; being the star beside your "best setter in Japan" boyfriend is sometimes difficult, and getting your own little piece of fame to keep to yourself will probably be nice. However, you know Atsumu doesn't like the idea at all.

Which is why, instead of staying in bed for an extra five minutes to mess with Atsumu's hair, as you would usually do, you throw the covers back and haul yourself to your feet, taking your phone with you. You keep the camera recording as you tiptoe your way out of the master bedroom, being as quiet as physically possible so as not to wake Atsumu up. And then you close the door on your way out.

"Sorry about that," you mumble a little awkwardly down to your phone camera as you make your way down the hallway towards the kitchen. "My, uh, boyfriend was sleeping. And he's a bit of a menace if he gets woken up too early on his day off."

You're able to switch the kitchen lights on once you get there, and as the screen of your phone is flooded with light, you get your first proper look at what your appearance is like so early in the morning. And it makes you snort in laughter.

You set your phone down on the kitchen island before holding out your arms and doing a little twirl in front of the camera, showing off your incredibly messy hair, the old Inarizaki High volleyball sweater you're wearing and the threadbare pair of boxers covered in cartoon foxes that you've got on as your pyjamas bottoms. "So yeah, guys, welcome to a day in my life! I hope you all enjoy!"

You hit the stop button on the recording then and save the video to a folder in your photo album title 'Vogue vid'. Then you switch your phone off and put it face down on the counter top before leaning forward to rest your head against the cool marble. It's not as if you're camera shy - you've been playing sports on TV for a while now- but filming yourself like this is already making you feel a little uncomfortable.

A long sigh leaves your lungs and your shoulders heave when you realise how long the day is probably going to be.

“Usually,” you say in as quiet of a voice as you can, as you chop up some banana on your countertop. “I start off my morning with a smoothie of some sort.” Your phone is balanced against one of the jars full of protein powder that live permanently on your kitchen counter, and you glance at it intermittently as you make yourself breakfast. “At lot of the time, you’ll see volleyball players eating a lot. We’re almost always hungry because of the amount of energy it takes in order to play any position on the court. And usually, it is actually recommended to eat a proper, solid meal before getting into hardcore practice. However…” you pause for a second as you throw the chopped banana into your blender. “I prefer smoothies. I used to eat a full solid meal for breakfast, but then during one morning practice a couple of years ago, I was jumping around so much that I threw up.” You grimace at the memory. “Since then, I’ve decided to stick to smoothies. Same amount of nutrition but not as uncomfortable to spike with.”

You shrug a shoulder nonchalantly and then press the power button on the blender, watching as all the carefully chopped fruits and vegetables you’d filled it with are churned up into a pretty gross-looking green mush. Thankfully, your blender has a muffling cover on it, so it isn't so horrendously loud early in the morning, but you still wince a little as what sound that is produced fills the kitchen. Atsumu still isn’t up; it’s only six am by now and despite the fact that you've been in and out of the bedroom since you woke up, changing into sweatpants and a jumper, and packing your bag for the day, you’re sure he’ll probably sleep until at least seven unless he’s woken up inorganically.

Which you don’t want to do because a) you’ll feel guilty of depriving him of the extra sleep he so desperately needs, and b) he’ll no doubt be a nuisance for the video you’re trying to get done.

Once your smoothie is mixed completely, you switch the blender off and then go to pour the green sludge into your shaker bottle. You make sure to show it to the camera, your nose scrunching a little as you watch the thick mush slide along the glass sides of the blender jug. Once it’s all been decanted, you set the blender back in place; you don’t bother with cleaning it out, preferring to leave that to Atsumu, since he loves to do that for you when you have days off and he doesn't.

“It doesn’t taste the greatest,” you say to your phone as you shake your bottle around a little, eyeing the mixture within it. “But I’ll die at practice if I don’t drink it so…”

You squeeze your eyes shut and take a sip, swallowing it before you can really get a taste of the mixture of banana, raw egg, spinach and other stuff.

You take the next few minutes to make your way through your breakfast, pausing every few seconds for a break. And as you do, you can’t help but glance at your camera awkwardly. The Vogue people had said they wanted every detail of your day, however, you have a strong feeling they’re severely overestimating how interesting your life is. Yes, being a pro athlete is amazing, however, a good chunk of your life is spent doing things like this; standing around as you force down a smoothie that tastes like algae and try not to wake your boyfriend up.

Which, speaking of….

“Who’re ya talkin’ to?”

The thick voice startles you and you have to slap a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from spitting your smoothie out. Whipping around, you find said boyfriend leaning against the counter at the entrance of the kitchen, still in his pyjamas and with his hair sticking up in every direction possible. Despite this, there’s a sharp glint in his amber eyes and you can tell he’s fighting back a smile - probably from seeing you almost choke on your breakfast.

You swallow what you’ve got in your mouth and then put your hand on your chest, feeling your heart racing beneath the thick sweater you’d changed into. “Atsumu, holy shit! Don’t do that?”

“What?” Atsumu asks innocently, stepping forward. “I was just askin’.”

“Warn me first,” you say back, rolling your eyes, before turning back to your phone. “I swear, I almost had a heart attack.”

“Sounds like a you problem,” Atsumu mumbles in reply as he steps even closer. In the mirror recording on your phone screen, you see him notice the camera. One of his eyebrows quirks.

“Watcha doin’?”

“Vogue video,” you say back shortly. Atsumu’s mouth opens a little in realization.

“Whoa, is that today?"

“Yeah.”

“Damn,” he mumbles, looking disappointed. “I was hopin’ it’d be on a work day for both of us, so I could show off."

You turn to give him an unimpressed look while you force yourself to take another sip of your smoothie. “I think it’s kind of the point that it’s about me?” you tell him, raising an eyebrow. “Since you’ve literally got a whole Netflix show following the Black Jackals?”

Atsumu just makes a face at you, waving away your words of logic. “More cameras, more coverage,” he mumbles back, moving closer to your back. You watch in the camera as he sidles up behind you, only to slip his arms around your waist and press his forehead into your shoulder from behind. The corner of your mouth quirks.

“What’re you doing up anyway?” you ask quietly, knowing the Vogue video editors can probably just cut this all out once you send them the footage. “Did I wake you up?”

“Nah,” Atsumu mumbles. “The bed was just cold without ya.”

“Aww,” you chuckle, and reach back with your free hand to scratch your fingers through his hair. “You’re such a sap.”

“Only for you,” he says, and then raises his head. You twist your own neck around so you can look at his face, and can’t help but smile when you notice the grin on his lips. Shaking your head, you lean back to press a kiss to his cheek.

“That’s adorable. But let me go, I’ve gotta get to practice.”

Atsumu’s grin immediately disappears and is replaced by an over-exaggerated, childish pout. It only makes you laugh harder. “C’mon,” you tell him. “Let me goooo.”

“Noooo!” Atsumu mumbles as his arms tighten around your waist. “Stay with me.”

“Atsumu,” you chastise, setting your empty shaker bottle down on the counter so you can use both arms to wrestle at his grip around you. “I need to go to work. And I need to film this video.”

“Fuck the video.”

"Atsumu!” you slap at his hand. “It’s still recording, dumbass.”

“Don’t care,” he grumbles as he buries his head in your shoulder again. You let out a long groan and then look back at your camera, hiding a smile.

“This is why I didn’t want to wake him up,” you say to the video matter-of-factly. “He’s like a spoiled toddler.”

That gets Atsumu’s attention and he raises his head to fix you with an incredulous look. “I am not!’

“You are,” you emphasis in return, and then take advantage of his distraction to slip out of his grasp and duck away from him. He grumbles in defeat but doesn't try to grab you again, obviously having accepted the fact that you do actually have to do your job. Chuckling, you turn to put your empty shaker bottle in the dishwasher. “Hey, could you get my bag for me?” you ask him as you do so. “It’s in the bedroom.”

Atsumu makes a face at you that you can just feel despite having your back turned. But then you hear his lazy footsteps shuffling out of the kitchen and back down the hallway, presumably to get what you’d asked. Your heart warms immediately.

“He may act like a toddler sometimes,” you say quietly to you camera once you’ve put your bottle away. “But I still love him. Don’t tell him that though.”

You stop the recording then, and save the video to the same folder as before. Then you take a few seconds to go through your messages, checking to see if you have anything urgent to attend to before you start practice. Thankfully, there doesn't seem to be anything, and you are ready when Atsumu slouches back into the kitchen, your volleyball duffle bag full of your uniform, shoes and other equipment slung over his shoulder.

“You didn’t have a practice shirt packed,” he informs you as he hands the bag over, “so I packed one for ya.”

You smile at him in thanks as you sling the bag over your own shoulder. Then you lean forward to kiss his cheek again. “I'll see you at lunch, okay?”

Atsumu nods. “I’ll bring you something from Osamu’s.” He reaches out to catch your arm and pulls you towards him properly before you can head for the door. His lips meet yours in a soft kiss that you both savour for as long as you possibly can. It's rare that you see each other on mornings like these; when one of you has a day off and the other has to go to training. Your rest days almost never line up so you’re not used to having so much lazy time with Atsumu, even if it is just a few extra seconds to spend kissing him. You appreciate it regardless.

“See you later,” you mumble when the pair of you do eventually break apart. He flashes you a sharp grin in response.

“See ya.”

And then you’re off, stepping out the door of your shared apartment and bundling yourself in your coat as you begin your journey to the gym that is your workplace.

A few of your teammates are already at the gym when you arrive, some of them already dressed in their practice gear and some not. You smile and wave to all of them as you step in and make for the locker room so you can out your bag down and change out of your sweats and hoodie, and into your volleyball clothes. As you dump your bag down on one of the benches, you pull your phone out again and, after checking to make sure there’s no one else around you changing, you hit record on the camera.

“So I get to the gym at around six thirty,” you start, deciding that sticking to narrating your day is probably the safest option in keeping things concise. “My morning practice starts at seven and then goes till around ten thirty. We do a lot of stretching in the morning to warm up and then we usually play a practice match; sometimes it's within the team, or other times we’ll have other teams in the area come play against us. It's never anything too hectic, since it is still practice, but it’s a nice way to start off the day.”

As you talk, you unpack your bag, first pulling out your water bottle and then the wad of medical tape you keep with you at all times. You hold it up for the camera to see.

“I’ve had to use a lot of this recently because I messed my ankle a little bit a few months back. I’m still cleared to play and practice, but it just adds a little extra support for my muscles and helps me keep it from getting re-injured.”

You look down again and pull out the next thing nestled in your bag; your shoes. You hold these up next.

“These are my volleyball shoes. At first glance, you can see they look a lot like normal trainers but”- you turn them over to show the soles of the shoes (you’ll never admit that you'd bought a whole new pair just so they would look nice for the video) -”they’ve got these special gel soles which provide better traction on the gym floor so we don't slide around when we’re playing.”

You put the shoes down on the bench and then begin with unpacking your clothes. You pull out the pair of practice shorts you usually wear; simply black spandex shorts that go to your upper thigh. Then you reach for the t-shirt.

Only to pull out something that is definitely not what you would usually wear for practice.

Immediately your face falls and you think back to earlier this morning. Atsumu had said he'd packed a shirt for you since you’d forgotten one - you’re starting to think that you actually hadn't left one out of your bag, but instead Atsumu had just swapped your usual shirt for one he liked better.

Because the shirt in your hand is not the plain white, slightly baggy shirt with just the ICS logo in the corner that's provided for all players sponsored by the brand; no, it’s one of Atsumu’s practice shirts, which is black and not white, and as well as having the familiar footprint logo on one shoulder, also has the logo of the MSBY Black Jackals on the other.

As you hold it up, you can tell it's not one of the ones he wears currently; it’s definitely too small. Most likely, it's one of the one's he was provided when he joined the team a few years back, when he was considerably less beefy. Despite this though, it's much bigger than the shirt you’d usually wear for practice.

You scoff openly and then turn to show it to the camera. “This is not my shirt,” you reiterate to your future audience, the disdain evident in your voice. “This is my boyfriend being a twat. But he stole my other shirt so I guess this is all I have.”

You double check just to make sure you hadn’t left one of your other practice shirts in here on accident. But there definitely isn’t one - probably Atsumu’s work again - and so, once you end your video and put your phone down, you're forced to pull the large black shirt on over your sports bra.

At least it's comfortable, you think to yourself as you put the rest of your things away in your locker. And it smells like Atsumu, which is an added bonus.

Still, you catch yourself rolling your eyes once again as you collect your water bottle, phone, medical tape, knee pads, shoes and socks before heading back towards the main gym. He is such an idiot.

There are about four other people in the volleyball gym when you get there; with both nets already set up and the courts ready for your usual practice match. It only takes you one glance around to judge that there won’t be any other teams joining for the practice match today, which allows you a sigh of relief. Wearing your boyfriend’s shirt in front of your teammates, you can handle. But if you had to do it in front of another team… no.

You wave at your teammates as you move over to one corner of the gym to set your things down. After balancing your phone up against the wall, you hit record for a new video and then sit back on the floor, keeping yourself in centre frame.

“So, we’re about to start practice,” you say to the camera, feeling a little self conscious of the fact that there are other people probably giving you odd looks. “And I’m gonna take you guys through my little pre-warm up routine.” You spread your things out in front of you, including your medical tape, shoes, socks and knee pads. First you grab the tape and then bend one leg so you can pull your right ankle towards you.

“I’m feeling a bit of tightness in my achilles from yesterday’s practice, so I’m gonna tape things up today,” you explain as you start ripping strips of tape and winding them around your ankle in a pattern you're very familiar with by now. “I did ice it last night, so I’m hoping it will all stay fine today,” you add on, as you rub the tape into place. Then you lift your foot to rotate your ankle a few times, testing out the feeling. Satisfied, you put your foot down and then go to pick up your knees pads.

“Right, next is my padding,” you explain to the camera. “I’m an outside hitter so I’m not usually diving on the floor as much as a defence specialist like a libero might do. However, it’s still important to protect the knees just in case I do have to pull off some kind of crazy receive.” You pull the black pads up over your foot and then along your shin until they fit snuggly over each of your knees. You bend both your legs back and forth a few times to make sure they’re properly in place. Then you look back at the camera.

“Sometimes,” you say, “I actually wear compression leggings under my uniform. Usually when I’m feeling extra stiff, or when I'm prepping for a big match. They help quite a bit because they stimulate the muscles more, and also protect more skin. But since today is only a casual practice, I’m not wearing them. So the knee pads will be just- ohmygod!’

You let out a small shriek as your soul seems to leave your body for the second time this morning. At that moment, you’d looked up at the screen of your phone and seen a figure leaning over your shoulder staring right at the camera, and it had scared the living shit out of you. Whipping around, you use one of your clean socks to smack at the person responsible, your face burning in embarrassment.

“Jesus christ, Kira, don't do that!"

Kira Chen bursts into soft giggles of laughter and collapses back onto the floor behind you, holding onto her stomach. “Holy shit, you should have see your face,” she brays through her giggles. For a moment she seems to mimic it, widening her eyes and opening her mouth in an exaggerated gasp. Then she dissolves back into laughter. “Priceless!”

You keep hitting her with your sock, your embarrassment turning into annoyance. “You’re such a cow,” you tell her. “You fucking ruined the video too!’

You turn back to look at the camera, where Kira’s head is clearly still visible behind you, tears of mirth streaming down her temples into her black hair. Looking right into the lens, you give an exaggerated shake of your head. “Sorry, she’s an idiot.”

Kira snorts a few more times before hiccuping herself into silence. Then she sits up again and turns to look at you and then the phone you have propped up against the wall. “What’re you even filming for anyway?” she asks curiously, hooking her chin over your shoulder. You shake your head at her and bend one leg, bringing your foot up close to you again so you can pull your sock on.

“I’m doing that 'Day in the Life' thing for Vogue Japan. Remember? I told you, like, yesterday?”

Kira’s eyes go wide as she finally seems to remember. Then she turns to grin evilly at your phone. “So this is going to Vogue, huh?”

“Yes,” you tell her, still preoccupied with putting on your sock. Then your mind registers the tone of her voice and you look up immediately to point an accusing finger at her. “But they will absolutely just throw it all away if you do anything too weird! So don’t ruin all my hard work for me!’

Kira holds up her hands in defence. “Don’t worry, I wasn't gonna,” she says in an innocent voice you definitely do not believe. “Sheesh, calm down, woman.”

You hit her again with your other sock before pulling it onto your foot. “Just warning you. I’ve already got Atsumu pulling stunts, I don’t need you to do anything as well.”

“I’m assuming that's what this is about,” Kira remarks, tugging at the sleeve of your shirt. You only nod in response as you focus on getting your socks even. Then you raise your legs to show your feet to the camera (not in that way).

“Socks are on! Now I would usually do some stretches and stuff just by myself to get my muscles all rolled out and relaxed before we start the proper warm up for practice.”

Kira leans around you to smile at your phone. “Our little Vogue girl here does this as an excuse to show off how flexible she is!” She pats a hand against your back and you thwack it away immediately.

“I do not!”

"Oh, come on,” Kira says, grinning. “We all know there is no other reason for you sitting here touching your toes and doing the splits and stuff other than to flex - literally - on all the rest of us.”

Your face burns because, maybe, she’s not entirely wrong. But it does also help you stretch properly, you swear it does! The fact that it comes with the ability to impress the rest of your team is just a bonus!

“Don’t listen to her,” you tell you phone as you pull your legs into a butterfly position to begin stretching. Already, you can feel the pull in your leg muscles as you use your elbows to press your knees to the wooden floor. “Kira is just salty because she can't do the splits.”

Kira scoffs and scoots around, looking like she’s finally going to get up and leave you to stretch in peace. “Bullshit,” she tells you as she heaves herself to her feet. Then something in her eyes glints and she leans down to get her head in frame on the video again. “You’re lucky there's at least one person who likes how flexible you are.”

You blink up at her in confusion. “Huh?”

Kira leans in a little closer, smirking. Then she says, “Atsumu.”

You mouth drops open in shock at the fact that she’d say that on camera. But it only gets worse when she leans in even further and whispers right at you - but loud enough for the video to pick up on - “Don’t worry, I’m sure he just loves the fact that you can get your legs up behind your head-”

You grab one of your shoes before she even gets to finish and hurl it as hard as you can at her head. It misses by just a fraction as she jumps away and sashays off, laughing.

“You know, for a spiker, you’ve got shit aim,” she calls back at you. And then she turns around.

It gives you the perfect opportunity to throw your other shoe at her, this time nailing her right in the centre of the back.

After apologising profusely to your captain, coach, and the rest of your team, and asking all of their consent to film your practice, your set your phone up in a makeshift tripod made out of spare volleyball shoes, water bottles and towels, and then take your future viewers through the warm up that you and the rest of the team do all together. It’s a mix of different stretches and a few exercises that involve setting, receiving and serving the volleyball just to get you bodies back in action. And then, by eight thirty, you’re starting with your first practice set of the day.

There are a total of fourteen members in your volleyball team, the MSBY (formerly NEC) White Foxes, with a starting line up which includes you as outsider hitter, Kira as libero, and the team captain, Mika Hori, who is a middle blocker and also a former upperclassman from your high school volleyball team, just to name a few. The whole group splits up into two teams of six for each practice match, with two people sitting out to play refs/scorers. Then each team will play a set before Mika scrambles the match ups again. That way, everyone gets to play, and if there’s someone who needs a break in particular, they’re able to sit out without disrupting the numbers. You explain all of this to your phone, and film the way the teams are positioned over the first of the two courts in the gym. Kira remains at your elbow the whole time, slipping in helpful facts when she can, and despite her earlier teasing, you actually appreciate her help a lot. This whole filming thing had been making you uncomfortable all day but now, with someone else around you help out, you don’t feel like a total idiot.

You stop filming for most of the practice matches, only asking the refs to grab you a few clips of certain rallies or serves when you can. One particularly good moment that gets captured on camera is when Kira jumps up to set from the back for you, and you pull of a pretty crazy cut shot right in from of the opposing blockers, which takes an easy point off the other team and has both you and Kira squealing in excitement and hugging each other. Kira is an amazing libero, but it’s taken her months and months to get the hang of doing proper sets instead of just bumping you the ball, and seeing that you’re getting somewhere makes both of you incredibly happy.

The team plays sets for the next two and a half hours or so before Coach Yamaha calls for a cool down. And then the whole team gets down to do some stretches before the midday break starts. You set your camera up again, intent on explain the process of the cool down and what you plan to do next, but it ends up being just you and Kira joking around for most of the video, until she eventually goads you into doing a perfect centre split for the camera.

Once that's over, you film yourself carrying all your things back to the locker rooms and slip a pair of track pants on over your spandex shorts. “It might sound gross,” you say to your camera as you throw your things back in your locker. “But most of the time I don’t shower during the midday break. There’s no point since we do even more training in the afternoon, which is usually much harder work, so we end up sweating more.” You pick up your phone and raise it slightly to show off your outfit, which now constantly of Atsumu’s shirt, your track pants and a pair of thermal booties which you'd slipped on after taking your volleyball shoes off. You point them out to the camera.

“Technically, these are for dancers. They keep the muscles in your feet warm in between sessions. But I like to wear them too, just around the gym during the break. I do a lot of jumping in the morning, so my feet can get really sore, and I prefer to keep them warm and comfortable throughout the day, instead of having to fully stretch them out again when we get started on drills later.” You lower the camera and then look down into it as Kira comes up behind you to peer over your shoulder.

“I like to tease her about it,” she says, poking you lovingly in the cheek. “She’s like one of those pretentious singers who wrap warm wet towels around their throats before they sing. It's hilarious. Plus, she looks so stupid.”

You shoot her a glare. “Hey, it’s not like I leave the gym or anything. No one but you is gonna see me!" Then you look back at the camera.

“Usually, in this break a lot of the team will go out to get lunch, or will go home and eat there. And sometimes I do that,. And when I do, then I do put on proper shoes. But I’m not going anywhere today.” You turn around to poke Kira’s cheek in return. “The both of us are just gonna hang around here fore the next couple of hours."

“Because we’re lazy pieces of shit,” Kira adds on brightly, to which you scoff loudly.

“You're a lazy piece of shit,” you clarify. “I just happen to have a boyfriend who has too much energy for a rest day, so he’s bringing me lunch today, that’s all.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Kira mumbles and turns away, grumbling under her breath about how disgusting people in relationships are. You snort quietly to yourself and then look back down at your phone. “Well, we’re gonna go get lunch, so see you guys later, I guess.” Then you hit stop on the recording, pocket your phone and go link arms with Kira as the pair of you leave the locker room and head towards the little courtyard around the back of the huge gym, where you like to spend your lunch breaks.

Atsumu arrives around a thirty minutes later, stepping through the doors into the courtyard to find you and Kira in the midst of as fierce competition of who can keep your volleyball in the air longer. Your phone is propped up against your water bottle, filming the whole thing, and Atsumu can't help but chuckle to himself as he makes his way towards the pair of you, shaking his head slowly.

You're so focussed on the ball in front of you that you don’t actually notice Atsumu until he snatches it right out of the air and drops a lunchbox into your hand instead. You jump in surprise and then bend over, pressing your hand to your chest as your heart races for what seems like the millionth time today.

“Why is everyone so intent on sending me to an early grave?” you mumble to yourself as you puff out heavy breaths. “God, warn me next time, stupid.”

Atsumu places his hand on his own chest, feigning hurt. “That's not a very nice way to speak to yer lovely boyfriend who just brought you lunch.” He starts to reach for the box in your hand. “Maybe I’ll just take this back…”

You snatch it out of his reach before he can grab it, however, and rush to duck behind Kira, who has stopped bouncing her ball to watch the pair of you in amusement. “No,” you hiss at Atsumu, staring at him from underneath one of Kira’s tiny pigtails. “My food.”

He raises his hands. “I’m just sayin’. Ya don’t seem very grateful.” He looks round to see your phone still filming. “We wouldn't want all yer Vogue viewers to think yer not treating me right, would we, sweetheart?’

You continue to glower at him but hide your face as you slink out from behind Kira. And then you plant a very sloppy, very exaggerated kiss on Atsumu’s cheek. “Thank you so much, dear boyfriend, I’m sure I will enjoy this lunch so very much!”

Kira snorts very deliberately at your sickly sweet voice and even Atsumu has to force back at laugh. He turns to you and then plants an equally sloppy kiss on your own cheek. “It’s my absolute pleasure, dear girlfriend."

You step back and then flip him off, turning away to go sit down at the outdoor lunch table where your phone is balanced. Without even having to be asked, Kira and Atsumu join you - Kira sitting opposite you while Atsumu slides onto the bench beside you. You turn your phone so the camera is now pointing at you, and give a short explanation about the nutrition of a pro volleyball player's diet and how your eating schedule for the rest of the day works. The whole time, you keep the camera focussed on yourself and much to your surprise, neither Atsumu or Kira mess with it. However, as soon as you look down to open but the box, Atsumu leans a little closer to you to pop his head into frame and smirks at the camera.

You push him away as soon as you notice, scowling. “Oi. Buzz off.”

“Aww, but I wanna be in the video-?”

You shoo him away again, and reach forward to turn your phone purposefully away from him. “This video is just for me and the girls,” you say, emphasising the last part. “Not you.”

“But sweethearttttt,” he whines, and gives you an expression that you're sure you’ve seen before on the face of a sad puppy. “I wannaaaaa-”

But this time it’s Kira who waves him off, leaning forward to swat at his face. “Go show off to Netflix,” she says, sounding just a little salty. “You don’t get Vogue as well.”

That catches Atsumu’s attention and he leans in towards Kira, a cocky smirk appearing on his face. “Oh? Are ya jealous the Black Jackals have their own Netflix show and the White Foxes don’t?”

Kira sticks her tongue out at him. “Of course not. I don't want a shitty camera crew following me around everywhere.”

“It does get annoying,” you cut it after taking a large bite out of the onigiri that Osamu has so generously made for you. It tastes absolutely exquisite, as does everything Osamu cooks. “I can’t go near their gym anymore without one of the Netflix crew sticking a camera in my face. I’m not even part of their team!”

“Yer an honorary member,” Atsumu says encouragingly, reaching out to pat you on the top of your head. When he receives a sharp glare from Kira, he holds up his hands in defence. “What? You all are! The Black Jackals and the White Foxes are subsidiaries of the same company, we’re all basically on the same team.”

He’s right. Since MSBY bought out the previous owner of the White Foxes, your team has been considered the female counterpart to the Black Jackals. You like to think that you’re known as that because you’re just as good as the men's team, however something your your gut always tells you not to be so optimistic. Still, you do have to shrug casually at Atsumu’s point.

“I guess. But still, those camera’s are so big! Even filming this little thing is awkward, I don't know how you guys can focus with an entire crew of people hanging around.”

You realise where you’ve gone wrong as soon as you say it because of course Atsumu can focus with a big group of people around. He thrives off attention and you can already see his chest puff out a little as he inevitably prepares himself to begin some speech about how the number of huge cameras is only proportionate to his massive talent.

You reach out the stuff his mouth full of rice before he even gets started.

Kira eventually moves inside to go fetch some food for herself, leaving you and Atsumu outside in the sunshine. You’ve pulled your feet up onto the bench so that you can hug your knees against the cold while you listen to Atsumu talk. Then, once he’s supposedly done describing the incredibly riveting interaction he’d had with Sakusa on his team’s group chat earlier that morning, you pull your phone out again and set it up - still keeping Atsumu out of frame - so you can narrate some of the smaller details of your life in the way the Vogue team had instructed.

When Atsumu sees you balancing your phone against your water bottle, he shoots you a scowl.

“I’m jealous of whoever's gonna be watchin' that stupid video.”

You pause what you’re doing, not yet pressing the record button, to turn and give him a questioning look. “Why?”

“Because s'been hogging yer attention all day,” Atsumu whines, furrowing his eyebrows as he pouts at you. “I feel neglected.”

You flick at his nose is a response, shaking your head. “Oh my god, you’re so clingy,” you tell him, only half joking, as you attention returns to your phone again. “It’s just one day.”

“But it’s my day off,” Atsumu continues to whine. “I wanna spend time with you.”

You shoot him an exasperated look. “Well, it’s not my day off, and I have to work.” You turn your head properly and lean over to press a fleeting kiss to the line of his jaw. “I promise as soon as this is done, you will have all of my attention.”

That seems to satisfy Astumu for the time being because he doesn’t complain any further as you get your camera at the right angle and then press the record button. You wave at it, suddenly feeling awkward now that you’re out in a more secluded spot with no one but Atsumu around. Then, you pull up your lunchbox and tip it a little to show its contents.

“So, I usually eat something like this for lunch. There’s a lot of focus put on carbs and lean proteins for our diets, since getting enough energy is important for our performance but we need to be able to build and maintain muscle.” You move your food around a little to point out the different items. “Today I’ve got two onigiri, some chicken curry with lentils, and…” you point out the little closed-off box in the corner of the main lunch box -” something sweet too for that extra boost of glucose. Usually it’ll be some kind of tropical fruit, like pineapple or mango, which has a high GI but the actual amount is pretty small. Today I’ve got watermelon.”

You put your lunchbox down again and go back to eating. “Usually I'd make this all myself,” you say between bites. “I’d probably go home during the break and make it there. But today this absolutely fabulous meal was made for me by Onigiri Miya.” You pause to give the camera sharp look. “If you ever can, make sure to drop by that restaurant, it is amazing . And when you do-”

But your sentence dies on your lips when Atsumu very suddenly leans over to steal the piece of chicken you're holding right from your chopsticks and pops it into his own mouth.

You stare at him in shock for a second before your disbelief turns sour and you set your chopsticks down indignantly. “Hey. That was mine!”

Atsumu shrugs at you, still chewing. “I was hungry,” he tells you simply through his mouthful before shooting you a smug look. “And you were talkin' too much.”

You pull your lunchbox away from him, giving him a death glare. “Go ask your brother for your own food if you’re hungry,” you tell him sulkily. That was your last piece of chicken from the curry and not getting it has made you severely displeased.

Atsumu makes a face at you. “”Samu said it’s double the price for me if I want to get stuff from him. You think I’ve got those kinda funds?”

You roll your eyes, knowing that he absolutely does , considering the salary that a pro-volleyball player for one of the top teams in Japan gets, and the added cut the comes from starring in a Netflix docu-series. He’s just stingy and refuses to give into Osamu’s brotherly tormenting.

“You're insufferable,” you start, glaring at him. “You-”

But he cuts you off again by leaning forward to press his lips to yours, effectively muffling your complaints.

You let him get what he wants for a few tenths of a second, unable to deny the fact that kissing Atsumu will always lift your mood no matter what you’re going though. However, you pull back very quickly, making sure not to show him that. “That’s disrespectful.”

“Yer disrespectful.”

You stick your tongue out at him. “You really are a toddler.”

The corner of Atsumu’s mouth quirks and then he leans in a little closer, a dangerous glint in your eyes. “Huh. Didn’t think a toddler could rail ya the way I do…”

Your eyes widen at the string of incredibly explicit words that leave his mouth and quickly you shove him away, cheeks flaming in embarrassment. “Fucking hell, Atsumu, I’m filming,” you growl at him as you grab your phone and snap the lid back on your lunchbox. “Fuckin’ twat.”

With that, you rise to your feet and turn away without giving Atsumu a second glance, deciding to go search out Kira so you can actually spend your break with someone civilised. You can hear Atsumu cackling with laughter behind you but you do little more to acknowledge him than raise your middle finger in his direction. Glancing down at the phone at your hand, you roll your eyes when you notice it’s still filming.

“Remember that things I said this morning about loving that guy,” you say quietly to the camera. “Yeah, I’m taking that all back.”

You slam your finger on the stop button as you push open the door to the gym and storm inside, your face arranged into a heavy scowl but your insides churning with butterflies.

About thirty minutes later, Mika calls for the afternoon practice to start. You and Kira make your way back onto the court and you set your phone up to speed-run through your pre-warm up routine once again, not narrating it this time. Then, once you're done, you pick up your phone and flip the camera to show the rest of the court and team. “In our afternoon practice, we do mainly technique training and drills,” you say as you do, before flipping it back to show your face again. Kira is at your shoulder again, thank goodness, and you turn your phone slightly to give her some time in the spotlight.

She pouts exaggeratedly at the camera. “I hate afternoon training.”

You snort and focus the video back on yourself. “Since Kira’s the libero, she doesn't really have to do spiking or serving drills,” you explain as the pair of you move further out onto the court. “So she mainly has to practices spike receives and ball retrieval, which she’s great at already.”

“And sets,” Kira pipes in. “Like the one we did earlier. I still gotta work on that.”

“Right,” you nod along, looking away from the camera for a moment to survey the court. Everyone from this morning is back, and the energy is back up with the entire team ready and waiting to get on with practice once again. Your eyes pass over them before flitting up to where, on one end of the large room, there are a relatively small set of stands. Your eyebrows jump in surprise when you see Atsumu reclining across a few seats a couple of rows up. He almost looks like he’s asleep, with one arm thrown over his face. But then he seems to feel your eyes on him and looks up, his gaze catching yours for a second. You just shake your head at the cocky smirk that passes over his face and turn away when he blows you an exaggerated kiss.

Kira’s eyes follow the same path yours had and then she lets out a snort of her own. Jostling her shoulder into yours, she wiggles her eyebrows at you. “Your boyfriend is watchingggggg.”

You let out a huff through your nose. “He’s trying to distract me," you tell her as the pair of you move to join the rest of the room for your warm up. “He’s trying to make this video as chaotic as possible.”

“It’d probably be pretty chaotic anyway,” Kira points out. “Since the life of a pro-volleyball player isn’t… well, organised. Most of the time.”

She’s right, but you don’t want to voice your agreement so you just grunt in response. The pair of you move to sit on the floor on the side of the court with everyone else in your team and you balance your phone on your little makeshift shoe tripod one again. You guys breeze through the warm up this time, focussing a little more on arm and shoulder stretches now to account for the drills you’ll all be performing. Then Coach Yamaha starts all of your off with some serving drills.

Ever the competitive one, you spend your time working on your spike serve. You’ve already got a killer jump floater, since that was one of your specialties in high school, but after listening to Atsumu boast incessantly about his own impeccable serving abilities and the development of his new hybrid serve, you’ve set a personal goal for yourself to be able to match him with a spike serve that's just as powerful as his. You take a second to sit with your phone and explain what you're doing, how the serving works in volleyball and the difference between a jump floater and a spike serve. You don’t talk about Atsumu purposefully not to give him too much credit and instead bring up other players to use as examples, citing Tooru Oikawa as one of the people you admire most when it comes to power serves. You turn your camera for a second too, to film the opposite hitter and best server on the team, Asami as she steps up to do a spike serve. Then you set the camera back down and go back to your own drills.

After about forty minutes, you’ve practiced the damn spike serve to death, and while it’s still not anywhere near as powerful as you'd like to get it, you're as happy with what you'd done today as you can be. Coach then calls for a swap out and you move on to spiking drills. These are always your favourite, since they’re your personal specialty, and you have a lot of fun jumping around like a fucking insect as you slam volleyballs into the opposite court left and right. You won’t lie that you do make an effort to be a little flashier than usual, hyperaware of the camera filming you as well as Atsumu’s heavy gaze from the stands above. You know that he himself sets for some of the very best spikers in the country, Sakusa, Bokuto and Ojiro, so you're hoping you can at least match up to them with the way you're currently performing. The White Foxes have never gone up against the Black Jackals in an outright match, since it's not common for female and males teams to mix, but you'd like to think you could give those boys a run for their money if you ever had the chance.

Another forty minutes go by and after pulling off a few line and cross shots that would probably have the opponents head spinning if you were in a match, you change drills again. Coach splits the group into four teams and then had you play three on three matches in the two courts. Unfortunately for you, in your first set you end up going against Kira, and so you spend a very entertaining twenty minutes pelting balls her way only for her to dig most of them up. During the next switch, you rant about this to your camera for a couple of minutes as you take a water break. And then, when you head back in, you end up on team with Kira and Mika, which tuns into a hilarious game of just how many points can you beat the other team by.

These three on three games continue on for the next hour, until everyone on the team has had a chance to play against everyone else. And then Coach finally calls for stretches and cool down.

“You guy did well today,” she yells out to your team as the group of you all collapse on the wooden court floor, sweating like pigs, with muscles that have just about turned to jelly. You shuffle over to Kira so the pair of you can chat quietly as you roll out your muscles, taking your phone with you so you can show the cool down process in full. You're acutely aware of Atsumu the entire time, knowing that if he’s stayed this whole time, he’s probably gonna ask to do some set training with you once your official practice is over - seriously, it's his rest day and he still wants to practice? What is wrong with that guy - and so you make a point not to do you entire end of practice routine just yet. Kira notices this and wiggles her eyebrows at you, making a comment about you and Atsumu getting some alone time together, but you just shove her away in response, rolling your eyes.

When the rest of the team does eventually start to trickle out of the room, you make sure to hug Kira goodbye and have her say an official goodbye to your camera. And then you sit yourself back down on the floor with yours legs in the butterfly position and wait for Atsumu to make his inevitable appearance.

Not even two minutes later, you feel a thump beside you and turn to see Atsumu sitting there, rifling through a backpack at his side as he pulls out his knee pads, socks and shoes. You raise an unimpressed eyebrow in his direction.

“You’re not even going to ask?”

Atsumu turns to give you a smug look. “Well, yer already waiting for me so I figured…”

You swat at his bicep without any malice and go back to stretching. “You’re insufferable.”

Atsumu chuckles in response and leans over to kiss your cheek. “Only for you."

From then on, the two of you get to warming up again, and this time you spend most of the fifteen minutes talking comfortably to the camera while Atsumu stretches. “Technically, practice is over,” you explain to the video, “but since my clingy boyfriend is just so desperate to spend time with me, we’re going to stay a little long to work on some more stuff.”

From out of frame, Atsumu sends you a puppy-like pout. “Hey. I can just go home if ya really want?”

Immediately you reach out to grab him as he starts to shuffle away from you. “Hell no, you’re the best setter in the country, no way I’m missing out on hitting some of your sets.”

Atsumu’s face morphs back into a cocky smirk and he wiggles his eyebrows at you. “S’what I thought.”

You slap him away and then jump to your feet. Coach Yamaha is still standing in the corner of the room reading through something on her clipboard. You move you way over to her, to inform her of the fact that you and Atsumu will be staying overtime to practice. She gives you a sharp look in response over her glasses, a look that really makes you feel like a child being reprimanded. Then she nods once.

“As long as you watch that achilles,” she tells you. “And don’t be too long. We have a practice match against the Red Rockets tomorrow morning so I’ll need to you be in top shape, alright.”

“Yes, ma’am,” you tell her immediately, nodding. The Red Rockets are your biggest rivals in the whole of Osaka and you know that Coach Yamaha has a personal vendetta against their coach, so this is a practice match you can’t afford to screw up. It's with this in mind that you promise her to only spend an extra hour or so working with Atsumu.

Coach Yamaha nods happily at your agreement and then pats your shoulder, satisfied. “Alright. You did well today. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You say your own goodbye and then move back over towards Atsumu while your coach leaves the room entirely. When you get back to your spot you find that Atsumu has supposedly gone through his entire warm up routine and is now lying on his stomach, kicking his legs as he makes faces at your camera, which is still filming.

You kick him lightly in the ribs, and make sure to give him your sternest scowl when he rolls over to look up at you. “C’mon, Miya,” you instruct. “We can’t be too long so let's get going.”

Atsumu’s eyes sparkle as he looks up at you and without hesitation he jumps to his feet. “Alright!’

You squat down to pick up your phone then, and place it back on its little tripod. Technically, you don’t need to film the extra practice you and Atsumu are going to do, however, you do feel like it’s something interesting the watchers would probably like to see. “I’ve gotta be a little careful of my ankle,” you say to the camera, watching in its screen as Atsumu goes to get a ball cart of volleyballs from the storage room. “I don’t wanna aggravate it more than it can take. But I’ll try to get some good shots for you guys.” You wink at the camera before getting to your feet once again and jogging over towards Atsumu, ready to start your training.

As always, you and Atsumu are a perfect match. You’ve known him and Osamu since high school, after all, and he’s been your biggest volleyball rival since the both of you went pro. You've been practicing against each other for years, and as a result you know each other’s playing styles both inside and out. Which just so happens to make you the perfect teammates when you actually get to play together.

Not that it would ever happen in a professional setting, but as you hit Atsumu’s beautiful sets agin and again, you can’t help but get the feeling that you’d be unstoppable as official teammates.

“Gimme shitty sets,” you instruct him as you move back to the line. “Yours are too perfect.”

He snorts in response. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?’

You shrug in response. “Maybe. But they're unrealistic for me to hit because not everyone is a machine like you. So give me your worst possible sets.”

Atsumu chuckles and shakes his head. But when you take your run up and he chucks the balls into the air for you, it’s notably far less precise than anything he’s given you so far. You still manage to get it, slamming it down into the opposite court with a satisfying thud, and when you drop back to the ground you can feel the happy smile starting to spread over your face.

“Again.”

He throws you another one, in first tempo this time, which goes a little too far out to the right. You have to stretch to reach it and the result means the spike isn’t as precise as you’d like it. But it still goes in with enough power to make you happy.

“Again.”

The pair of you keep playing, even swapping out a one point so that you can set and give your ankle a little bit of the break while Atsumu does a few spikes. Your sets are nowhere near as perfect as his are but you get the ball where it needs to be and Atsumu sends each one into the opposite court with an incredible amount of power. It makes you smile giddily, taking you back to your roots from before you and Atsumu were anything more than teenage rivals and neighbours, when you’d practice with each other until it was dark out in the park that was nearby both your houses.

“Here,” Atsumu suggests, once you swap back to your usual positions. He goes to get a second volleyball and places it on the ground in the opposite court, pretty far back and right on the outside line. “Hit this when you spike.”

It’s a challenge. The ball is right on the line, and it's difficult to pull off that kind of accuracy without any blockers to force you into taking that tight of a shot. You set your sights on it though, and for added effect, instruct Atsumu to keep throwing his worse sets.

The first time you try, you're a good three or four inches off from the second ball. As you land back on the ground, your shoes squeaking against the court floor, you curse quietly under your breath. Then you turn to Atsumu. “Again.”

He sets you another ball and this time, you're a bit closer. The third time the pair of you do it, the spiked ball bumps the still one, but not directly enough for you to be satisfied. And then finally on the fourth try, you’re able to smack the ball right down the side of the court and send the second volleyball fly off when the two of them impact.

You’re already cheering by the time you land back on the ground, and Atsumu too lets out a whoop of satisfaction.

“Hell yeah!” he exclaims, moving up closer o you with his hand raised. “That was awesome! And that was probably the worst set I’ve given you all day!”

You smack his palm in a satisfied high five, still smiling. "Again!"

You do the shot a good ten or so more times, until your legs are starting to turn to jelly. After sending both balls colliding with enough force to shoot them both off in different directions on last time, you land back on the ground and then turn to grin at Atsumu, feeling proud of yourself. “Damn, I’m so awesome,” you say, jokingly. Atsumu smirks.

“Ya sure are,” he comments, and then uses your freehand to pull you in close to him. One of his arms traps you against his chest with an iron grip around your waist while the other goes to ruffle your hair violently. “You could definitely beat Omi-Omi’s ass if you played him!”

You laugh as his teasing tone but let out a cheer anyway. “Hell yes!”

Atsumu laughs along with you, slowly pulling your closer in to him. And suddenly your face is right up in front of his, your noses bumping against each others as you stare deep into his amber eyes. For a moment you stand frozen in surprise before your cheeks flood with heat. You remember this feeling; just like before, when you were recalling playing with with Atsumu as a teenager, you remember this from your final year in high school when Atsumu became your unrequited crush. The way he used to mess with you, messing up your hair and pinching your cheeks, it’d all made you blush so hard because you were so in love with him. And now, despite the fact that you’ve been together for years at this point, he still has the very same effect on you.

And by the smug look on Atsumu’s face, he seems to know it too.

“See something ya like?” he asks you teasingly, his breath fanning out against your face. You can feel it on your lips, and the skin there tingles a little when you slip the tip of your tongue out to brush nervously over it.

“No?” you answer, only it comes out like a very unconfident question and only makes Atsumu’s smirk widen.

“Yer cute,” he tells you quietly, seemingly moving closer. And you don’t have it in you to step back as slowly he invades your personal space. And then his lips are on yours, and even though you’ve kissed a few times today already, there's something different about this one. You can feel his fingers digging into your waist, can feel the warmth of his mouth against yours. Without even thinking, you press back into him, sliding your lips over his for a moment before allowing your tongue to sneak out and press against his own. Atsumu lets out a soft groan at the feeling and one of his hands slides up, fingers tangling in your hair as he kisses you harder, and it’s all you have in you to whine back as everything about him totally overrides all your senses.

Atsumu mumbles you name, rough and broken, and you're on the verge of reciprocating before your senses suddenly snap back to you and you pull back with a squeak.

“Oh my god, I’m still filming.”

Atsumu stares at you blankly for a second, seemingly computing your words. Then his eyes widen slightly and he break outs into peals of laughter. “Hah, those Vogue people are gonna have a great time editin' this video!”

“If they decide to at all,” you grumble out as you move back towards your phone. After pressing the button to end the video, you turn back to Atsumu with your hands on your hips. “They might just scrap the whole thing once they see how much of a chaotic mess my life is.”

Atsumu shrugs one shoulder. “Fine by me. No one else will get to ogle ya online.”

You stick your tongue out at him and then go to check you watch. Seeing that it’s already almost seven pm, you decide that it’s time for the pair of you to call it quits for the day. “C’mon,” you instruct Atsumu, jerking your head in the direction of the balls scattered across the court. “Let's clean up and then we can head out, yeah.”

Atsumu nods in agreement and gets to work on collecting the balls. After locking them away in the storage room again, the pair of you sit on the floor to do a few cool down stretches. Then you gather up your things and make your way back towards the locker room while Atsumu stays behind to lounge around on the floor.

As you walk, you switch your phone on again, and start a new video. “So Atsumu and I just finished with our practice,” you say as you walk. “We did some stretching to make sure we won’t be all stiff and gross tomorrow, since we both have training. And now all that's left for me to do is grab my stuff and then get outta here.”

Once you get into the locker room, you set your phone down on your bench and then narrate your way through packing your duffel bag up again. You opt to just slip your track pants back on over your shorts and stay in Atsumu’s shirt, figuring you’ll just take a shower when you get home. “Sometimes I will shower at the gym,” you say to the camera as you pull on your outside shoes. “But since I’m the only one here right now, I’d prefer not to. And my boyfriend is waiting so I don’t wanna take too long.” You zip up your bag with a snap. And grab your phone once again. “I’m hoping,” you say, as you start the walk back to the entrance hall of the gym, “that Atsumu will make dinner tonight because I am exhausted.”

You meet Atsumu in the lobby of the gym. He reaches one hand out towards you when you appear and without even thinking, you take it, lacing your fingers through his. You nod at the secretary at the reception desk as you leave the gym, and then shiver as you step out into the cool evening air. Your face scrunches a little as a twinge of pain flares up you ankle.

Atsumu looks down, seemingly noticing the step you take gingerly. “Is your achilles still bothering you?’

You make a face and nod, stepping carefully to make sure you don’t roll you ankle on accident. “Yeah. I’ll probably have to ice it tonight and wrap it. But it’s not too bad.”

“Alright.” Atsumu accepts that, although you can still feel his eyes on you. “But you’ll get it checked if it gets worse, right?”

“‘Course,” you reassure him. “I’m not an idiot, ‘Tsumu.” You lean up to kiss his jaw and offer him a bright smile, trying to prove to him how fine you are. “Promise.”

“Okay.” He smiles back down at you, not a teasing smirk but an actual soft smile that has your heart doing backflips. “I trust you.”

Fuck, you think to yourself as you stare up at him. I love this man so much .

You jump straight into the shower as soon as you get home. Thankfully, Atsumu does take dinner duty tonight, leaving you to take as long as you need to scrub yourself down and then, once you’re dressed in your pyjamas, turn your phone on and take your future audience through your nightly routine.

“I don’t wear any makeup or anything while I’m playing,” you explain as you rub cleanser on your face. “But I do still like to just keep my skin clean. I sweat a lot during practice and it feels way better to get all that off and go to bed with my face feeling nice and clean.”

You make sure to plug a few brands that Vogue has sponsoring this particular video, showcasing their use and assuring the camera that you like them. And then you pick up your phone and take it with you back into the kitchen, to find Atsumu is almost done with dinner. He leaves you to watch it for a couple of minutes while he goes to take a shower himself, and while he's doing so, you take it upon yourself to set the dinner table. You smile at him when he returns, immediately grateful when he scoops food onto your plate, and then sit down at the table to start with dinner. Contrary to popular belief, Osamu isn't the only Miya who can cook, and the food tastes amazing, especially after such a long day for you. You and Atsumu make gentle conversation while you eat and then, once dinner is done, Atsumu clears away the plates while you go to get your cold pack and arnica gel from your little supply of medical equipment. Then you plonk yourself down on your couch and, after setting up your next video, get to tending to your ankle.

“My achilles is pretty tender and my ankle is kind of swollen,” you say as you uncap the arnica gel and grab yourself a decent amount. “This stuff just kind of helps with easing some of the tension.” You rub it all along you ankle and up the back of your calf, making a face at how cold it is against your warm skin. Then you grab your cold pack and yell Atsumu’s name, instructing him to come sit with you.

He does so, flopping down on the couch next to you, and without begin asked, pulls your ankle up onto his lap to massage it more as you get you pack ready. You sigh a little in relief, loving the feeling, and bask in it for a moment. Atsumu always seems to know exactly how to sooth whatever injuries you may have.

“When’s yer next rest day?” he asks suddenly, glancing up at you. Your nose scrunches a little as you think about it.

“Uhhh, next week Sunday, I think? We have a match this weekend so I’m not getting the usual Sunday break.”

Atsumu frowns. “Ya think you’ll be all good to play?”

You let out a huff and shoot him a look. “Hey, I said I was fine, remember. I promised and everything.”

Atsumu makes a face. “I just don’t want ya getting hurt,” he mumbles, looking back down at your ankle in his lap. His fingers smooth over your skin gently as he talks. “Omi screwed up his ankle pretty badly a couple of weeks back and he still isn’t totally recovered. This kinda stuff sticks.”

You reach over to scratch at his head, ruffling up his fluffy hair with your fingers. “I know,” you assure him. “And that's why I’m doing all this stuff.” You hold up the cold pack and arnica. “I’m being careful.”

Then you shake you head at him, a teasing look in your eyes. “Now c’mon, gimme my foot back. I need to put this thing on.”

Atsumu rolls his eyes and pushes your foot off his lap. He watches quietly as you wrap the pack around the back of your ankle, securing it with the straps over the rest of your foot. Then you pat the space on the couch between the pair of you.

“Come closer. I need to elevate this thing.”

Atsumu rolls his eyes. “You could just put it on the back of the couch of something,” he grumbles lowly. However, he still does as you ask and doesn't’ move away when you raise your leg to rest your foot on his shoulder. After shooting him a happy smile, you turn on your phone and start filming again.

“We’re just relaxing now,” you say to the camera, filming your own face. “Probably will watch a movie or read or something. It’s important that we get down time as athletes and then get a proper night of sleep so we can be well rested for tomorrow.” You double tap the screen to flip the camera and show Atsumu being used as your own personal foot rest. “I’ve wrapped up my ankle to hopefully get the swelling to go down and ease some of the tension in my achilles. And I’ve elevated it, which helps drain the blood so it doesn’t swell up any more.”

Atsumu gives the camera an unimpressed look. “Don’t date pro-volleyball players,” he says seriously to the video. “Ya get used as medical equipment.”

You reach out to swat at his shoulder, your mouth opening in a hurt expression. “Hey, that goes both way, jackass,” you say as you flip the camera back to yourself. “How many times have I had to bandage up your fingers after practice, huh?”

Atsumu just makes a face at you. However, you can see by the warmth in his eyes that he’s just teasing you, as usual. Making sure not to disturb your foot, he reaches over to the coffee table to grab the remote for the TV that is mounted on the wall in front of the couch. “Here, choose something to watch.”

You switch the TV on and go to Netflix, putting one One Piece without another word. The pair of you snuggle down into the couch a little more and stare at the TV as the familiar intro begins playing. For a moment, everything is still.

Then Atsumu reaches out one of his hands to grab yours. Your fingers lace with his, his palm pressing right up against your own, and suddenly you can’t control the happy smile that’s spreading across your face.

You watch One Piece with Atsumu for only around forty minutes before the pair of you decide to head to bed. You explain the last few minutes of your day to your phone while Atsumu moves around, flicking off lights around the apartment, and then the both of you head to the bedroom. After both brushing your teeth and taking whatever meds and supplements you might need, Atsumu does a running jump onto the bed, curling up against the duvet with a happy groan. You shake your head at him and make sure to snap a picture - not for Vogue, but for you - before you follow him. Slipping under the covers, you hold your phone above you and hit record on the camera for the last time.

“Well, it’s ten o’clock and we’re heading to bed,” you say, making sure to keep Atsumu out of frame. “It’s been a pretty long day, but that's kind of standard. I hope everyone enjoyed following me around today. Maybe you learned something, maybe you didn’t, who knows. It’s been fun guys!” You give the camera a final smile. “Goodnight!”

And then you press the stop button and save the last video to the same folder you’d put all the others in. Leaning over, you drop your phone on your nightstand and then turn to snuggle up against Atsumu. He shifts when he feels you, turning his body so he’s lying on his back and can pull you right on top of him. One of your legs slots between his as you bury your face in his neck. One of your hands weaves into his hair and you let out a soft sigh of relief.

Atsumu chuckles quietly. “So, did ya have fun today?”

“It was weird,” you mumble. “I’m not used to having a camera on me. But it was also kind of fun.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Fun enough ta be on my Netflix show?” he asks cheekily. You scrunch your nose against his neck and shuffle a little, getting more comfortable.

“Let's not go that far.”

“Aww,” he mumbles, but you can tell he doesn’t actually mean it. He shifts a little too, moving his head until you feel a soft kiss being pressed into your temple. “Well, I’m glad ya had fun.”

“Yeah. I just feel bad for whatever poor soul has to edit that crap.”

Atsumu snorts. “Well, they just get a nice honest look into yer life,” he mumbles, his voice thick with exhaustion. You can’t help but smile at that, thinking back on the day you’ve had.

“I guess so.”

“I love you,” Atsumu mumbles out to you and your grip on him tightens just a little.

“I love you too,” you whisper to him, feeling your entire body begin to sag with exhaustion. “Thanks for being there today.”

“'Course,” Atsumu says. “Can’t let ya have all the attention.” He gives you another kiss. “G’night, princess.”

Your eyelids are already drooping but you find it in yourself to smile happily into Atsumu's shoulder. “G’night, ‘Tsumu,” you mumble back to him. And then the both of you are fast asleep and there’s nothing but silence in your bedroom once again.

#💙 blue's fics #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#miya atsumu #one day

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edgelordfucker · 2 years

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WAIT OK I just saw your last post and it made me think. Belos said that they weren’t married. Do you think he would ever propose to her? Would it be like a private thing or a more public thing because from what I saw of the last post it seemed like he was more ok with other people knowing about the relationship (with like the photographers and stuff)

So, it didn't come up in the drabble, but Belos wasn't bothered by the photographers since Coven Day Fun Day is all about optics, optics, optics. He delegates most of the work to his PR team - they're the ones that're running around doing staging for the live broadcast, approving PR photos, and making posts on social media - but any photo that features him or you does have to meet his personal approval, and he gets final say on every aspect of production.

(Though, there totally are things that leak without his approval absolutely 100%, do you really think he would lie to you? How hurtful that you don't trust him after everything, and would accuse him of letting the press get a hold of material that embarrasses his Coven Heads. :'(

Like, for example, that set of high resolution photos of Adrian absolutely eating shit during the Coven Head Fun Run, or Lilith getting fucking beaned with the ball during the Coven Head Volleyball tourney, or that clip of Darius losing his mind when Eberwolf wouldn't stop sloppily cleaning themselves while he was trying to line up his shot during Coven Head Minigolf.)

All of that is to say: Belos is fine with letting the public at large know about his partner, so long as it's under his total control, and furthers his goals. Photos of the two of you tend to 'leak' a couple of hours before, say, coverage of a particularly embarrassing raid on one of the Emperor's merchant vessels, or right before the sentencing of a whistleblower to life in prison for 'treason against the Empire', and due to the intense information diet he keeps you on, you never find out about how he uses you, and your relationship, until it's much, much too late.

The citizens of the Isles eat up any drop of information about his relationship with you, due it its rarity - Belos actually has stans (Bel-hoes) that are fully feral, and cause a gigantic ruckus when a new picture or snippet comes out - and news sort of stops for a day or two after.

Anyways, yes, he would propose! The proper, meaningful proposal would happen in private, and the announcement of your engagement would air whenever Belos needed a way to grind the Isles to a halt for about a week.

#replies #emperor belos x reader #belos x reader #toh x reader #the owl house x reader #its sort of in the middle but i am very proud of bel-hoes #it didnt make it into the drabble but i kicked around adding someone in a number one bel-hoes t-shirt that the reader would accost #and beg to know where they got it from so she could get one too #and all the while belos is slowly dying from a rare moment of self awareness as he looms over you gushing to this teenager about #how much you love their bel-hoes merch #my stuff

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onlylovingstrangers · 2 years

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Where Lightning Strikes Twice

The weather forecast had predicted a little bit of rain in the afternoon. What you discovered instead was sheets and sheets of viciousness, nearly opaque as it fell from the sky and hurled towards the ground. You predicted your flimsy little umbrella would not survive. Nevertheless, you had a mission to complete, and you were going to see to it.

You turned to your partner in crime, who was looking much more dissuaded by the presented obstacle than you felt.

"Come on," you urged Sumire. "We'll be late to the game."

She sighed. "I don't think—"

"What, you're scared of a little rain?"

You had known Shouda Sumire far long enough to understand her. You knew she had never been able to resist a challenge. As predicted, she shouldered on her raincoat resolutely.

"I just got my hair permed," she pouted.

"Sumire! Perms are temporary! Volleyball is forever!"

"You don't even care about volleyball, all you care about is Iwaizumi."

Sumire had known you far long enough to understand you, too.

"I just... have a good feeling. I think today is the day, Sumi," you sighed breathlessly. Where there was understanding, there was love. You knew she would back you up no matter what.

"Today?" Your best friend eyed the pavement, water droplets dashing here and there like oil splattering out of a pan; the sky, pitch black and not seeming like it was going to lighten anytime soon.

But you had been putting this off long enough, she thought. Hopefully the outcome would be good, despite the stormy weather.

By the time you and Sumire reached the gymnasium, the two of you were thoroughly drenched. Rivulets streamed down your faces, and every step you took stamped a watery footprint on the floor. “I feel disgusting,” Sumire whispered. You felt the same.

The match had already begun. Surreptitiously, you two climbed into the bleachers, where the number of those in attendance had barely suffered, despite the raging conditions outside. You cheered along with them when Oikawa Tooru, the team’s setter, managed to bump a fast and furious spike; you cheered louder when Iwaizumi Hajime, the love of your life, smashed that ball towards the other side of the net with no mercy. Next to you, Sumire alternated between watching impassively and reading fanfiction on her phone. This was how the two of you usually passed time at games.

Finally, the match was over; as you’d hoped, it was a victory for your team. You waited for the two sides to shake hands before pulling something from your bag and scrambling down the benches. “Wait for me here, okay?” you told Sumire, who nodded, engrossed in her screen.

"Wait!" she called.

"Yeah?" You looked back.

"Good luck."

You were lucky to have Sumire in your life, you knew that.

"Here she comes," Oikawa whisper-shouted. Peeking through the entrance to the locker room, he watched you scurry down the bleachers, impeded only by the volume of the audience. "The team's most enthusiastic fangirl."

"You mean Iwa's most enthusiastic fangirl," Mattsun snorted.

"Yeah, this isn't about the team," Makki added. "Hey, great king. How does it feel to be out of the spotlight for once?"

"Well, in a way she is supporting the team, and I'm captain, so actually —"

"All of you shut up," Iwaizumi grumbled, tossing his school uniform over his head.

Iwaizumi had mixed feelings about your interest, and he found a million reasons to disguise them: He was too busy what with school, practice, and making sure Shittykawa didn't crash and burn. He had no time or desire for a relationship. He was thinking about studying abroad for university, and there was no point investing his and your time into something that might not work out. He didn't know you. And, other than an appreciation of your physical appearance, or a curiosity about what you were really like, he couldn't say he returned your affections.

All those points were legitimate and understandable, and even genuine. He wasn't lying. The only thing was they were just excuses.

Iwaizumi wanted to get to know you. He wanted to have someone unequivocally in his corner. He wanted to be unequivocally in someone’s corner.

He just didn’t know how.

The truth was he was unused to it: attention. Affection. He was scared that if he got used to it, you could lord it over him. You could take it away. Better to not know love than to lose it and lose yourself... right?

Iwaizumi was brave, but this time he wanted the coward's way out. He hoped you wouldn't cross any lines.

"He's shy," Oikawa theatrically whispered, reclaiming his place on the bench.

"He's bashful," Mattsun pronounced in a lazy drawl.

"He's self-con— ow!"

When the team finally filed out of the locker room, where you were patiently waiting, Makki, Mattsun, and Oikawa were all looking a little worse for wear. They tumbled one over themselves in their eagerness to greet you, and would have succeeded if not for a rather menacing cough.

Iwaizumi nodded at you, one arm hooked casually over Oikawa's shoulders.

"Iwaizumi-kun," he heard you call.

"Yeah?" He stopped and looked at you.

"Could... I talk to you?"

"' course. What's up?" Iwaizumi kept his arm around Oikawa, despite the latter jabbing him.

You shrank.

I'm sorry, Iwaizumi thought. It doesn't have to be this way. There's still time to avoid embarrassing us both.

But just as quickly as you had withered, you sprang back. Before he could react, you stepped forward. "I like you," you said clearly, in front of the whole team. You presented him a small paper bag. "Please accept this as a token of my feelings."

Oikawa finally succeeded in shrugging off Iwaizumi's arm. It fell to his side. "Oh," he said lamely.

Vaguely he was aware of his best friend ushering everyone out. He made out Kunimi's voice — "This is the most interesting game we've had in a long time" — and Yahaba's whine that he wanted to hear the response. You looked at him steadily, but he was looking everywhere but at you.

Iwaizumi's heart sank. Did he really have to do this?

"I'm sorry," he said, and he finally looked into your eyes.

They shone with honesty, a value lost to him at the moment.

"A week has passed. You aren't allowed to mope anymore." With these words of wisdom, Sumire cleared your night stand of ice cream cartons, tossed the self pitiful diary entries into the recycling bin, and as a grand finale, pulled you out of bed.

She had been very kind and caring over the past week, feeling and catering to your ever so fluctuating mood. But the expiration date on that personality had passed, and the true Sumire was back.

"But I'm sad, Sumi."

You were sad. The saddest thing was, you had thought you had a chance. Iwaizumi had always stopped to talk to you whenever you bumped into each other in the hallway, had always walked you to your next class. You wouldn't ever forget the day you fell for him. You were outwardly stoic, inwardly inconsolable over a terrible maths exam. He had managed to get out of you what was wrong...

"You'll get over it."

"No I won't."

"Not with that attitude, you won't. It's really about your mentality. Things are hard now, and I can understand that. But you need to see a little further down the road."

You paused. She cocked her head towards you.

"I liked you better when you were being all maternal."

"You love me the same."

You had been crying non stop the past few days and a part of you wanted to die, but at least you had Sumire. In times of crisis one needed to be thankful for blessings. Sumire was a big blessing in your life.

"... that's true."

"All will be right. You'll get over him, I promise. In fact," your best friend said, cocking her head. "I know just what you need to do that..."

"Iwa-chan, a week has passed and you're still out of it."

Oikawa was serious, which is how Iwaizumi knew he was in deep shit.

Still, he brushed off his best friend's words. "What the hell do you mean?"

"You know what I mean."

Oikawa had meant exactly what he said. The past week, Iwaizumi had been out of it. He came to school tardy, eye bags beneath his eyes; handed in half assed homework and fell asleep during lunch. Oikawa could understand and even relate to that way of life. He took offense when Iwaizumi began bringing this lack of energy to the court.

And being the thoughtful best friend that he was, Oikawa had deduced that the root of his best friend's current mental state was you. Rejecting your confession must really have thrown Iwa off. "Just find her and say you've come to your senses and you love her and all will be right."

"Shut the hell up, Shittykawa," Iwa mumbled, but it was without impact.

To be honest, he had been thinking about what had transpired at last week's game, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't feel an ounce of remorse. At the very least, he could've been courteous in rejecting you...

But the regret he felt ran deeper than that. He knew himself what he wished would have happened.

"C'mon, let's go. What homeroom is she in again?"

Iwaizumi didn't protest as he was pulled to his feet, as he was led through hallways filled with teachers, students, ... they almost walked past a very familiar looking silhouette.

He stopped.

"Why'd we sto— oh," Oikawa gasped. Then he gasped, loudly. "Oh!"

The silhouette startled, turning around, and becoming two distinct people.

Your eyes were wide.

"Iwaizumi-kun."

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x y/n #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x y/n #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi hajime #haikyuu x you #hq iwaizumi #haikyū!!

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vladimpale · 1 year

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haikyuu fic rec

this mainly consists of rare pairs. these are only the ones i bookmarked in the last few months, because my dumbass didn't think to save the fics they liked before. here somewhere are also series and i highly recommended them, 10/10 would cry again. this got really long so the list is under the cut

bokuto/akaashi/kuroo/tsukishima

Stupid boys talking and maybe some smut by Smokey310

series | works: 9 | 225k

Our own little magic by blueberrytoast19

incomplete(3/?) | 9k | Teen And Up Audiences

"Nature has a way of beautifully reminding us what man seems to have forgotten. We were created out of love, to be loved and to love one another" A magic and madness filled Witch au, in which Tsukishima finds everything he wasn't looking for and more, deep in the woods.

From One Ocean to the Other by insertsomethingwitty, L_E_D

incomplete(10/11) | 53k | Explicit

“He’s cheating! Don’t you care about the—the integrity of the game?” “Oh, I think integrity left this car a long time ago." Or: four pining idiots decide the best way to get over each other is to spend multiple days locked in a car together.

The Devils Downstairs by OhNoItsOikawa

complete(42/42) | 101k | Teen And Up Audiences

The people living below Tsukishima Kei's new apartment just so happen to be godless heathens who are enjoying their twenties maybe a little too much, and he just so happens to be the newest recruit into their cult of Nonsense and Shenanigans. Everyone is a little in love with each other but none of them have realized it yet, and Oikawa Tooru dresses horribly.

It might be crazy (I do it anyway) by normalfault

complete(5/5) | 14k | Teen And Up Audiences

“Can we make out on the beach?” Bokuto asked excitedly. Akaashi groaned, hitting his head against the chair in front of him. The lady in the seat turned around to glare at him, and he apologized profusely. “Why are you asking that now?” Akaashi asked weakly. Kuroo laughed loudly, drawing looks from around them. Akaashi was going to die here. He hoped the plane crashed. --- 4 times Tsukki gets drugged and 1 time it finally happens to someone else

oikawa/kuroo/akaashi

Tales of the Volleyball Sexual as told by Akaashi Keiji by lilvamp23

incomplete(5/?) | 9k | Mature

Keiji questioned a lot of things in his life. What does Crochet and Chill really mean? Was it supposed to include copious amounts of food, sketchy websites, and his entire wardrobe displayed all over his bed? He doesn’t think so. Why did he even let Shirofuku into his home? She’s a menace to his mental health. Does he find Kuroo attractive? Probably, he supposes that he is nice to look at and nice to talk to. Does that mean he wants to have sex with him? He doesn’t know. How is he supposed to know that? He just wants to go back to crocheting his little owls without contemplating the meaning of his life. Please and thank you.

akaashi/bokuto/kuroo

Pyriform Silk by Depths

incomplete(7/?) | 17k | General Audiences

Akaashi had enough trouble just trying to exist as an empath. Going to university and needing a place to stay was just another hurdle. At least the roommate offer he found online wasn't made by humans. He would far rather live with whatever flavor of supernatural his two new roommates were going to be than risk trying to live with a human.

Oh Pretty Baby by avagueidea

complete(13/13) | 23k | Teen And Up Audiences

Akaashi is possibly the only reason Bokuto and Kuroo even managed to get together in the first place. Now he just has to remember that fact while he helps Bokuto balance raising his infant daughter with a long distance relationship. If only he didn't think Kuroo was absolutely perfect for Bokuto, it might not matter that he was in love with him...

sakusa/atsumu

Three Sheets to the Wind by fairycake

complete(16/16) | 117k | Mature

The last place on earth Sakusa Kiyoomi wants to be is on this godforsaken ship sailing across the seas to attend a boring science lecture, but it is a necessary evil if he wishes to avoid attending his grandmother's birthday celebrations. That is, until his ship is boarded by a band of pirates and Kiyoomi finds himself in extremely unwanted company. He can cope with most of the rambunctious crew; though they're armed to the hilt, they're relatively harmless. He cannot, however, cope with human hurricane Miya Atsumu.

a thousand winds that blow by Gray_Herring

complete(1/1) | 18k | Teen And Up Audiences

Motoya is dead, but the Earth keeps spinning. Kiyoomi is alive, and he keeps spinning, too.

Again, until it's perfect by fairycake

complete(1/1) | 18k | Teen And Up Audiences

“Or what about Ushijima?” That catches Kiyoomi’s attention, and he stops in the middle of the street to turn around and scowl at Atsumu. “What about Ushijima?” Atsumu must tilt his head back to smirk up at Kiyoomi from beneath the visor of his cap. “He’s not workin’ on quicks. You’d be a step ahead of him if ya did. He might even raise an eyebrow in surprise or somethin’ equally as scandalous.” Kiyoomi stares at him, narrows his gaze as he scrutinises Atsumu’s face, the challenge in the upturned corners of his lips. “Are you attempting to manipulate me, Miya?” he asks. “I dunno. Is it workin’?” “Kind of.” “Then yeah, I guess.” ______________________ When Kiyoomi and Atsumu accidentally pull off a minus-tempo quick during practice, Atsumu convinces Kiyoomi to practice it for the new season. It's sort of inevitable that he convinces Kiyoomi to fall in love with him too.

yahaba/kyoutani

An Equivalent Exchange by MonkWrites

complete(4/4) | 14k | Explicit

"Years ago, you promised your firstborn to a witch. Since then, despite your best efforts, you can’t seem to get laid. The witch is starting to get pretty pissed."

I (Heart) You by darkmagicalgirl

complete(1/1) | 3k | Teen And Up Audiences

When Kyoutani comes back from the dead, Yahaba is sitting on the headstone the next row over and reading a magazine.

Mixed Signals by snoqualmie

complete(1/1) | 7k | Teen And Up Audiences

Feelings are definitely a thing he’s having. Kyoutani is really sweet. He’s family oriented and he prefers novels with female leads and he’s in all honors classes. He kind of has a big head, totally has a big smile, definitely has a big heart. His eyes are nice, he’s got that dimple. Yahaba groans and rubs his fists into his eyes.

fuel to burn by knightswatch

complete(1/1) | 4k | Mature

Kentarou is coal. Kentarou does not have a diamond inside of him.

meet me at the fucking pit (and let me hold your hand) by anyadisee

complete(1/1) | 5k | Teen And Up Audiences

“Yoo-hoo~ Oh my, why the dark faces, everyone?” Oikawa asks as he walks into the room, Iwaizumi right by his heels. Kunimi, who had been looking bored the entire time, picks up the piece of paper and loudly reads the two sentences written in thick black ink and an angry-looking scrawl across its surface. “Yahaba, meet me at the lot behind the old Humanities building, 6PM. Don’t bring anyone, and don’t be late. That’s what it says.” The room falls silent once more. Then, “Holy shit, Yahaba-chan, who did you cross this time?” [in which yahaba receives a vaguely threatening letter, and kyoutani disappears from practice.]

Presentability by darkmagicalgirl

complete(1/1) | 2k | Teen And Up Audiences

“Oh for— I mean we’ll be in public,” Yahaba said. “Representing our school. We could be on TV. Our old upperclassmen might come to watch.” “Our team, not my face,” Kyoutani had pointed out, feeling very reasonable. “Your face is a part of this team!” Yahaba looked about five seconds away from stamping his heels ineffectually, or, like, putting his fist through the wall. You could never tell with that guy.

Mint and Pine by snoqualmie

complete(1/1) | 6k | Teen And Up Audiences

Yahaba yanks at Kyoutani’s uniform in the club room and ties his tie so tight after morning practice that sometimes Kyoutani thinks he’s trying to fucking strangle him.

bokuto/akaashi

run rabbit run by norio

complete(1/1) | 6k | Teen And Up Audiences

Rule #1: Don't hurt Akaashi. Rule #2: Don't taint Akaashi. Rule #3: Don't involve Akaashi. Rule #4: Don't damage Akaashi. Rule #5 (optional): Try not to destroy yourself.

cotton game by mydamantiumheart

complete(2/2) | 18k | Explicit

It starts out innocent- as innocent as it can be, at least. It only goes downhill from there. It's just that sometimes, Koutarou can't help spinning a million miles per second, and he needs someone to slow him down. Feat. nonsexual bondage + kink leading into (gradually sexual) kink exploration, Keiji helping Koutarou's brain quiet down, and stupid boys falling in love.

kuroo/tsukishima

greek tragedy by ineedmygirl

series | works: 2 | 184k

yaku/lev

Item 37 by invoked_duplicity

complete(1/1) | 2k | General Audiences

Yaku likes to keep lists. His newest list is about all the things he dislikes about a certain, very tall someone.

kuroo/daishou/mika

you can have everything, i give it willingly by eurydicees

complete(1/1) | 12k | Teen And Up Audiences

She and Suguru have been dating since they were seventeen. It’s strange, really, because she loves him, but she’s also not as mad as she should be while she watches Kuroo watch Suguru. She’s not as upset as she should be when she sees Suguru look back at him. In which Kuroo pines, Suguru refuses to acknowledge it, and Mika meddles in places she isn’t quite sure she has the right to meddle. It's not a picture perfect love, but it is theirs.

suga/daichi

in between evenings by thispieceofmind

complete(4/4) | 31k | Mature

Then, those eyes crinkle up with the perfect smile, the one Suga sees on Daichi’s face only sometimes, and Daichi adds, “I like when it’s just us.” Suga can feel it on his face that he’s grinning back, and when he sits up, too, his head spins for a moment. He places a hand on Daichi’s knee to steady himself. His lip quirks when he notes, just shy of teasingly, “It’s usually just us, Daichi.” The thing about falling in love with your best friend is that it happens so slow.

Ice Ice Baby by nastyhobbitsses

complete(1/1) | 2k | Teen And Up Audiences

confessions of a teenage volleyball captain by solyn

complete(1/1) | 14k | Teen And Up Audiences

“Is this better? Am I real enough for you yet? Am I permanent? Can you successfully objectify me, Sawamura-kun?” or: Daichi confesses... but does he really?

kuroo/akaashi

so hot you're hurting my feelings (can't deal) by flickercity

complete(1/1) | 9k | Mature

"And with that his eyes had flickered on Akaashi’s face for just a moment and the idle fleeting thought that Kuroo was maybe....sexy....had crossed Akaashi’s mind." OR Kuroo and Akaashi want to kiss each other and it gets wildly out of hand.

Line thieves by hyugapineapple

complete(1/1) | 1k | Genetal Audiences

“You’re a pain in the ass sometimes, Keiji.” Kuroo whispers with no heat in his voice, pressing his forehead against Akaashi’s. “Isn’t that my line?” “Nope!” Tetsurou chirps happily. “Don’t you know? Research says that couples tend to adopt each other’s habits over years. I have full rights to use that line now.”

Would you rather be with me? by oopsthisisqueertoo

complete(1/1) | 3k | Teen And Up Audiences

“So. Would you rather explore space or the ocean?” Akaashi crumples his eyebrows and looks over at Kuroo in the dark. Their power had gone out at the dorm, so they were laying on the living room floor under every blanket they owned. To make matters worse, it was a holiday weekend and everyone Akaashi knew had gone home, making him stuck alone with pain-in-the-ass-Kuroo-san. In the Winter. With no power. It was every fan-fic writer’s wet dream. Akaashi wanted to die. Or, me needing to get some roommate KuroAka fluff and sass out of my system.

Somehow It Works by helwolves

complete(1/1) | 3k | Explicit

Keiji looks Kuroo up and down, taking in the ridiculous red wizard robe, the knee-high boots, the sharp black lines defining his sharper eyes, the carved foam horns nestled in his wild hair. It really should not be working for him—and yet. Shenanigans behind the scenes of Final Haikyuu Quest, concerning one cameraman and one best supporting demon.

hinata/kageyama/kenma

love fills you out by joshllyman

complete(1/1) | 2k | General Audiences

Hinata bounces upstairs—literally; Kageyama is, for a moment, concerned the floor might give underneath the weight of his excitement—and into Kageyama’s room. “Come with us!” he half-shouts. Kageyama narrows his eyes. “Where and why?” Hinata rolls his eyes and smiles, like he knows Kageyama’s been listening. “We’re going to the sushi shop, Bakageyama. Me and Kenma.” Kageyama frowns. “And you want me to come along?”

#i didn't even know i shipped so many rarepairs tbh #and some of them aren't even here #anyways these are all worth a read #most of them are my favourite fics of all time #there was also a heist bakt fic i could not find #haikyuu!!#bokuaka #bokuakakurotsuki #bakt #kurotsuki #daisuga #oikuroaka #sakuatsu #kyouhaba #yakulev #kuromikashou #kagekenhina #figuring out the format of this post was a pain in the ass

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"Du warst ein Polaroid im Regen und mein erstes Lied." (You were a polaroid in the rain and my first song.) | Sayuri X Oikawa

Hello, betcha didn't think this would come round eventually. I've had this plottted in my head for a while, so here it is! <3

This is an OC story with Oi kawa, please do not read on if you hate OCs. I'll tag nothing and I'll put all under a readmore, please just move on, thanks.

“So yeah, she has a boyfriend again now.”

Tooru snipped with his finger against the table in front of him. “That's great for her~,” he sings back. “Why would that matter to me?”

He does not have to see Hajime to know he is rolling his eyes. “I thought you would like a warning. Her boyfriend is working for the volleyball association and is around the national team a lot, so if you come over for the olympics or other…”

“I’ll make sure to congratulate them on their impending wedding.” Even for his usual way of speaking, the sarcasm was especially overflowing now.

Hajime sighed at the other side of the telephone. “Anyway,” he said and sighed again,”It’s late here, so I’m going to go. I thought I was being a nice friend and telling you about it, but it seems like you don’t care, so let’s say goodbye for now.” Though Hajime had said the words, Tooru knew that he didn’t mean them.

“It’s been a long time since then,” Tooru heard himself say. “I don’t have a connection to her anymore anyway.” He waited for Hajime to say something, but the line stayed in this silence that showed that they both knew that Tooru was lying. “Well, bye, Iwa-chan.”

Hajime didn’t even say goodbye. He just hung up.

Tooru let the phone slip from his hand directly onto the bed below him. For a moment he did nothing but stare at the ceiling. What had Iwa thought would happen if he told him Sayuri had a boyfriend now? That he’d cry? And if he had? What would that have mattered?

She was free to date whoever she wanted to date. After all, they had not been a couple for ages and even when they had, they hadn’t really been one. Everything that had happened that year seemed like a movie he had once seen and then decided to never watch again. A distant memory. And that, even though it wasn’t even ten years ago at this point.

People romanticised their first real love. They also, of course, did that with childhood crushes and all, but especially with the first love one had as a teenager. Often you’d long for those very pure feelings back, without a way of turning back the clock and keeping yourself from getting older. Tooru was no different, though he could have really lived with being the exception to this.

How he fell in love with the only classmate that openly disdained him was still a mystery to him. Maybe it was her open honesty about how much and what exactly she disliked about him, or maybe it was the way her face had looked when he saw her play on the field for the first time, whatever it was, it had been quick, strong and without him noticing until it was too late.

There had been a moment in time where they could have been more than two people who occasionally kissed and slept with each other. Where these feelings could have turned into a real blooming relationship with dates and presents and love confessions. At the time Tooru could feel it on his tongue, but it had never quite come out of him, not when Sayuri had always repeated that they would “not be a couple.”

Now, older, wiser, and so far removed geographically as possible from whatever they had been, Tooru understood that Sayuri had been scared, at least a little, of going out with him. He was convinced there were feelings there too, not that she even said that to his face. But there was something about that last time they spoke to each other that told him that he was right.

That April, shortly after their graduation, Tooru had visited Tokyo on his way to Argentina. They hadn’t spoken to each other since shortly before the graduation ceremony, when he had told her that he would move abroad right after for his career. Thin lipped she had nodded away and wished him good luck and what he had actually come to ask her, to move abroad with him, stayed stuck in his throat.

He’d seen her work diligently to enter a good journalism academy, to leave her fathers oppressive house. There had been no way he could have asked her to abandon all of that for him. Tooru’s career was not more important than the goals she was working towards. She wanted to write, portray careers, and she ought to do it.

But then, the loneliness and longing, side effects of loving, had overwhelmed him so much that he had gone to see her anyway. Let Saya give him the address of her apartment so he could go by, talk to her directly. He had gone with high ambitions. He’d tell her how he felt, he’d ask her to come with him.

Now, 8 years later, eyes closed on his back, Tooru could still see Sayuri’s face right in front of his eyes when she opened that door that day. He gave her a little wave and his signature smile and her lips curled for a moment before she threw the door shut into his face again. So much of that.

Eventually, of course, she had opened her door to him again and with a growl stepped back to let him into her apartment. It was small, but completely adequate for a student with her small income. A big room that could be parted by a sliding door hiding the bed, not that Tooru took notice of much of the room at first, he was totally focused on what was in front of him.

One of their great failures as an almost-couple was that they always skipped the talking part, the “lets-define-what-we-are” part and went right into the next step. It had been a few weeks since they’d been together and now that she stood in front of him, her eyebrows furrowed in anger, he could not help but kiss her again. Really, love was stupid and selfish.

The other one of their great failures was that Sayuri never said no to him. From their first kiss to their very last, she had always let it happen. Always sliding herself into him, always letting his hand roam wherever he wanted to go. If she hadn’t at least liked him a little, she would have complained, right? He told himself things like that all the time to keep himself sane.

It was almost like a fever dream to remember now, that night, the morning that followed. As if it had barely been real. They’d gone out for food, brought it all home, sat and chatted a little, but did a lot of other stuff all the while Tooru had wanted to say what had been on his mind for almost a year, but no matter how hard he tried to persuade his heart, the words just wouldn’t come out.

Maybe it was a fear of rejection.

Finally, when he could not wait any longer, when his flight was so close that even Sayuri lifted her eyes to ask when he would need to go to the airport, in this “by-the-way” fashion that told him that she had been thinking about him leaving nonstop. Finally, then, the words on the tip of his tongue spilled out.

“I want you to come with me.” He had said, very quickly and when he noticed her mouth opening he had added: “It does not have to be now. It can be in a year or two or three. You can study here and I can come visit. I can teach you the language. I don’t care. I want you to come with me someday.”

There were her thin lips again, the ones that had discouraged him so much last time. “Why?” she had asked.

It was as if she was offering him an oil branch. As if she was saying “Tell me your feelings honestly first”. It was right there for him to take an opportunity of a lifetime and yet, he said.: “Because I think we are good together. Don’t you think so?”

Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

His head was screaming at him. No matter how many years passed, this moment still haunted him. What had Tooru expected to happen? He remembered it so well, her eyes darkening and then her face dropping.

“I don’t think you should say things like that to me.” She had replied coldly. “We aren’t a couple after all.”

Then, before he could get it together, before he could say anything else, she had already ushered him out of her apartment and closed the door. Other than his dreams and the occasional check up on social media Tooru had not seen her since.

It was alright, of course, that now, years later, Sayuri was dating again. It had been alright if she had been dated a week after he had flown out. Still, the “what if” haunted Tooru and would probably continue to haunt him. Hajime knew this, though they had never explicitly talked about it. That's why he had called, to be considerate.

How would she react if he came back to Japan and ran into her? Would she stare at him coldly again like she had the last time their eyes had met? Or would she be so over their thing, that she would have reverted back to hating him? And did it really matter if she liked him or not?

Tooru sighed and grabbed his phone again. The only way to find out was to meet her again and he knew that eventually they would do exactly that. Maybe there could come a day in which they would be alright with each other, when their youth was such a distant memory that neither of them would still cling to it.

Maybe then he would finally be able to tell her what he wanted to tell her then, even if it was a confession that's way too late.

#pretty boys doing sports #fic tag #sayuri uchiha #das war die schönste zeittt weil alles dort begaaaaaaaann #und berlin war wiie new yooork.. ein meilenweit entfernter oortt

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petrichoraline · 2 months

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I binge-watched this into the dark hours of the night and I had a lot of points I wanted to make but I'll just vent (a bit spoilery)

this show is funnyyy, it had me laughing at points I wasn't supposed to (like when dome would appear standing in the distance out of nowhere like a horror movie character but sweet music played on top) and it also does endearing very, very well.

the main characters' dynamic is interesting. they're a very lowkey couple in a way, domestic and sweet but when the conflict is conflicting the tension is palpable. thorn can be very sassy and petty (kind of despite himself) and fah tends to need direct guidance - their fights remained consistent in nature and the conflict though frustrating made a lot of sense. these are young men with a lot of doubts about their future, their goals and relationships. theyre put in kind of impossible situations and acting out, saying the wrong thing, having trouble with controlling emotions are normal - it's difficult to watch but not because it's nonsense as is the case with a lot of forced conflict in media.

ai and saen had the best only one bed scene I've seen in A WHILE like I couldn't think of a better one, it had beautiful sound design, enough time dedicated to setting the scene and building the tension AND some lovely acting that made the switch in their dynamic so romantic and natural. they also had a cute development, even when softened up ai maintained that sharp tongue and saen kept looking at him with the same adoration and handling his comments with patience (the graduation gift reaction wouldve hurt me but not saen, that man is so used to it 😂)

dome and vee had me going crazy in the first episodes, I really enjoyed the tension but I was rooting for pan the whole time. i was yelling about girls in bls lmao like these dudes had me stressed for a girl I was so sure was gonna be sweet about it AND SHE WAS. at one point I was like "if you grab that empty beer bottle and take revenge I wouldn't be mad tbh", that girl was GRACIOUS. also "I told him that if he found someone he could leave anytime" girlll 😭💗

honestly vee didn't seem too remorseful at the beginning so his guilt really taking over in the second half felt a bit out of nowhere but also right. I think hes usually a playful guy and the consequences didn't really dawn on him at first, not to mention he didn't expect to actually fall in love. dome is a cutie but that man pissed me off, I think the reason he struggled his much being hes now into a guy made the conflict compelling and understandable but it still was so unfair towards his girlfriend, I was screaming BREAK UP on like ep.2 not because I cared about his rs with vee but because he clearly doesn't want to be with her and he should set he free (and ironically it turned out she was the one who tried to give him that type of freedom)

also the hyperventilating scene..I felt that, it was so good.

the colours, cinematography, music choices, humour and drama are really engaging. I started the show a while ago (quite a bit after i had decided to watch it due to good recommendations), stopped for a bit, got to the end of ep.3 and put it on hold for a while because tbh the first episodes weren't too much fun, they had this one single flashback happen like five times in an episode like they were making sure those kids got their exposure 😂 but it really picked up from there, i binged 9 episodes at once, i didn't skip scenes, used the speed up button only once and didn't feel the need to check my phone which is a lot lol

it's fun, it's sweet, there wasn't much basketball after all (which was good for me cause I wasn't in it for the sport, I thought it was a volleyball show 😁) but there was plenty of tenderness, the way characters display affection is so nice and thought out. there's a nice squad, the friendships are not really a main focus? but you can feel the support (glad we got an aii/thorn moment, I was sure those two would get along)

I recommend it even if the first few episodes are a bit on the dull side, what it does well it does really well and it's a worthy watch 💖

#you're my sky #my way with words is worse than before but a vent is a vent im not proofreading lmao

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writinandcrying · 1 year

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I'd like a Match Up if you wanna! .o. Preferably for Rise but I'm familiar with every TMNT verse starting at '03 and forward if u thought of any others.

I'm just a gay/demisexual (a guy match plz!) demiguy (he/they) who's kinda short(?) I'm 5'5" at most but I haven't checked in a few years ngl. Appearance wise I shift between pastel or alt stuff is all.

I'm an ENTP and 9w1! I have a lot of trouble properly expressing or understanding emotions due to my Autism but I try to battle that by being blunt and asking questions! I'm also constantly stuck battling between people pleasing and my anger issues that make me wanna snap. To kinda combat that my anger is now p much pointed at myself so I don't hurt anyone or their feelings. But I'm trying to better myself with the "Do No Harm but Take No Shit" mindset. I generally make myself do my usual "im the funny friend" routine, but that lead to a lot of ppl assuming I'm stupid, so I'm trying to find a balance between that and showing other sides of myself :') I show my love through Physical Touch and Acts of Service! And I think I respond well to all Love Languages? Except I can be bad at accepting gifts bc of a dumb inner voice going "Oh so u manipulated them I to giving u smth" ...oop. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Ahh I really like Animation, Horror, and Comedy shows/movies, especially analyzing them. I kind of want kids in the future? I'd be more willing if I trusted my partner with my Lows (hopefully they trust me with theirs too ofc) or if I could skip the baby part tbh. I really enjoy baking, reading, and video games, but I like physical activities when there's a sort of clear goal? Like playing Volleyball or Soccer, but not just a general run or jog. But I'd love to travel the world in moderation too, I just want to make sure there's always a great place to come back to.

In my platonic and romantic relationships I can be frustrating bc I tend to bottle stuff up so I don't bother anyone. If I felt comfy enough and knew I didn't have to worry about my Big Fear(tm) of Abandonment then I would slowly get better at talking about things. I'm also really forgetful when it comes to my own things, like forgetting to eat, drink, or sleep or if there was anything I needed/wanted to do.. I think the only pet peeves I have is if I feel Not Heard or listened to? Or just Disregarded? I've been told with how I analyze situations but focus on emotions help others when they're in their worst moments? Like helping calm my little brother down from when angry or helping my mom or friends out of their depressive moments.

Thank you for your time! <3

hi there! sure thing <3 ill go towards rottmnt cuz it has literally consumed 70% of my brain lately lmao i match you with...

Mikey!

Honestly i can see both of you helping each other out into maturing and personal growth, Mikey knows he's clever and also still learning along the way, don't even consider yourself a bother into asking him questions cuz he loves to answer them, and if he doesn't know something, he can just asks his brothers!

Dr. Feelings make frequent visits in your hangouts, he constantly reminds you to unwind and has relaxing exercises if he notices you are bottling too much, and if someone ever tries to take advantage of your "people pleasing taste" Doctor Delicate Touch will also show up to yell tell the person to bug off

he understands the feeling of only being seen in "one light"- all mikey's (i mean in any version) suffer from youngest sibling syndrome - struggling with not being taken seriously, so he does gives you extra attention in everything you say, do, your feelings, thoughts, and if you mean business, so does he.

Honestly for Rottmnt Mikey i think he enjoys all love languages as well lmao, his top 3 are def words of affirmation, physical touch and quality time, he loves gifting you stuff as well, but if you ever mention those "oh i manipulated them into giving me these" thoughts he will fight /argue with you, like, every-time. He doesn't really get it, he tries to be as gentle as possible with your feelings, but on this topic things might escalate, he really likes you and wants to show it as well!

he ADORES that you like animation and horror too!! i headcanon that later on Mikey becomes a fan of horror/thriller movies and video games, everyone @ the lair gets scared to watch/play with him so he's more than thrilled to play and hangout with you, Mikey never really thought much about volley or soccer, but after meeting you he gets so addicted to it, even start to watch volleyball matches (specially woman league cuz they are the best mwah mwah chef kiss)

Mikey knows its hard for you to open up, so when you finally feel comfortable to, all eyes and ears on you, you are the main priority at the moment. He begins to notice you sometimes go non-verbal lke his brother Donnie (Canonically diagnosed with autism) so he knows how what to do to make you feel better or more comfortable depending on the situation

overall: your relationship is compassionate, full with hugs, kisses, snuggles (he loves to shower you with affection fr fr) and loads of fun dates! lucky you!

hope you liked it! match ups are closed for now

#finally had some free time to do one hehe #maybe later today will post more!!!!!#rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt michelangelo #rottmnt fandom #tmnt match up #rottmnt match up #giulia writes

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I know it's not your current fandom, but I am always ready to hear literally any DVD commentary about Beauty and Nothing More It is a fic I hold so close to my heart, even after all these years. It set the bar so high for all the fic that came after. It's the fic that makes me go, "Hmm, this story is good, but...it's no Beauty and Nothing More. It didn't challenge me and make me think and reconsider everything I knew about these characters and come out the side loving them even more in spite of and because of their flaws." 💛

[Bestie, can you believe that this fic is 12 years old? ANYWAY, I like this scene a lot because while the love story belongs to Sam and Jack, the overall more enduring love story is and always has been SG-1. Part of why SG-1 even exists is this really terrible trauma Jack endured when he lost his son which led him to meeting Daniel which led to the Stargate program, so for me, the theme of Jack and the trauma of his son was always ever present and informed a lot about this story.]

At Cam’s, everyone else is already there, and Jack is greeted with hugs and slaps on the back like an old friend. He and Daniel disappear almost immediately into the back bedroom and Sam doesn’t pretend to understand their relationship after all this time. Some days she isn’t sure Jack even likes Daniel, but she knows that he also can’t live without him.

[Jack and Daniel. Daniel and Jack. What do they do when they’re alone? What’s the real romance of this story? Jack and Sam or the way Daniel slots in so perfectly? What are they doing in that back room?]

“Hey Mama,” Cam says, kissing her cheek. He hands her a bottle of water and his house is all opened up too. Somewhere rockabilly plays from a sound system and she can see Vala in the backyard, bouncing all around Teal’c. “So, what did he say?”

“About what?” she asks.

“About that volleyball you’re smuggling under there,” Cam says, reaching out to her stomach but not quite touching it. She steps back half a step not because she minds Cam touching her, but because the feeling of Jack’s hand there is still so fresh in her mind.

“Oh,” she says. “Well, he’s done this before so...”

[I think as far as emotional awareness and maturity goes, Sam is sort of middling. She’s not totally oblivious, but she’s extremely military and so she sort of willfully overlooks things and compartmentalizes things away. She’s so certain about her job and about science, but she’s stumbled into a situation where she’s not the expert and doesn’t have a lot of experience to fall back on, so she’s as unsure as you ever see her.]

“Sam,” Cam says. “He’s excited.”

“Are you guys phone friends and I’m unaware?” she asks.

“Daniel,” he says by way of explanation.

“What?” Daniel asks, coming out of the hallway with Jack. Daniel puts his arm around her shoulders. “What’s up, preggo? Haven’t seen much of you this week.”

[I always like Daniel best when he’s just a little bit of an asshole.]

“You were off-world,” she says. “You don’t call, you don’t write.”

Daniel touches her easily and without hesitation, his hand warm on her back. It’s like that with all of the original members of SG-1 and though she suspected that they might back off after her thing with Jack, whatever it is, came out in the open, they haven’t and she’s grateful. She leans into Daniel, happy to let him share her weight.

[I love Cam but you know he’s tortured by the familiarity he can’t seem to accomplish like the OGs.]

Vala seems both repulsed and enthralled by Sam’s pregnancy now that she’s showing. She sees Vala watching her all the time, but it’s like Vala makes it a point not to talk about babies or anything related when they speak. Jack seems to think it’s because her own pregnancy failed so spectacularly but Sam thinks maybe part of it she’s just as scared of change as the rest of them.

“It’s just a baby,” Sam says into the phone and she can hear Jack think that she doesn’t know what she’s talking about, even if he doesn’t say it.

[Not only does Sam not know, not only does she know that she doesn’t know, but she knows Jack knows she doesn’t know, speaking of feeling tortured.]

Today, Vala grins and waves at her, but does not touch her. Does not offer her a seat, does not bring her food, does not finger her hair or ask about names or smile in that way that women smile at one another, knowing and ever-so-slightly superior. Jack doesn’t crowd her but he stays close. He watches her a lot.

“He’s done this before,” Sam says to Daniel, later, cutting the brownies that Teal’c had brought. “It might be hard for him.”

“You don’t have to make excuses for him,” Daniel says, pulling forks out of a drawer.

“I’m not,” she says.

“It’s not Charlie in there, Sam,” Daniel says, looking at her stomach.

“God, Daniel,” Sam says.

[The shock of Daniel just casually saying what she’s been whispering to herself. Just saying it like any sentence. Sam is shooketh. Daniel just rolls in, cigarette hanging out of his mouth, hair slicked back, leather jacket and he’s like “I know you” and she’s like Jesus Christ.]

“Jack knows it, but I don’t know if you do,” Daniel says.

She sighs, sets the knife in the sink and starts prying the brownies out of the glass dish with a fork.

They’re quiet for a couple minutes, plating the dessert. Finally, she blurts it out before she can stop herself. “I’m not good at everything, you know.”

[Ultimate Sam shame unlocked. She’s not perfect!]

She licks the chocolate off of her fingers. When she finally meets his eyes, he smiles softly at her, little wrinkles high on his cheeks. Somewhere along the way, they’ve all gotten old. She worries, constantly, that she is way too old for all of this.

“You’re good at the stuff that counts,” Daniel says. “And you’re good at Jack.”

“Yeah,” she says. Jack feels like a thing that she finally got right.

[This series spans from Sam’s first pregnancy all the way to her children being grown and having children, so if you want to read that, check it out here!]

#stargate sg1 #fic life #beauty and nothing more

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