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i-hate-liking-batman · 4 months

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Hogwarts Volleyball AU

Okay so it might sound dumb, but I was getting back into the haikyuu fandom and I was just seeing some Hogwarts Kagehina aus. And they were super cute! But now that the manga is over it really cements for me just how important volleyball is for Hinata and Kageyama. And so I thought about it, and what if muggle Hinata comes to Hogwarts with his love of volleyball, and ends up dragging Quidditch star Kageyama with him. It's just so funny to me.

The Idea:

Kageyama likes Quidditch. He's good at Quidditch. But volleyball calls to him like nothing else ever has. Kageyama goes with Hinata to see an official volleyball match, and he's entranced. He sees the main game ball moving in ways that can't happen from only throwing on a broom. He sees the way each team can make plays without getting hindered, that only go south from lack of talent of the players. He sees a game locked on the ground but the potential endless. And Kageyama knows he needs to play.

When Hinata and Kageyama met, it was the second year of school. Hinata was a Slytherin and Kageyama was a Gryffindor. It was lunch, and Kageyama had run away from the people wanting to talk to 'the beater who made the team as a first year'. Quidditch was simple. People weren't. When he makes it outside, he sees a boy hitting a ball into the castle wall.

Kageyama can't seem to stop his words as he calls out. "That's not how you play Quidditch! Are you stupid?"

The boy turns around and grins so brightly he has to squint. "Who said anything about Quidditch?"

I don't actually have the time to write the whole thing out right now, so I'll give the general details I'm thinking.

Hinata has already started his volleyball love since before Hogarts, living as a muggle. He's determined to be the first wizard volleyball player.

Hinata likes flying on brooms, but quidditch doesn't inspire him the way the little giant does. Sometimes the things people accomplish without powers are just cooler.

Hinata doesn't care about any of his classes, though he always tries not to fail. He's gotten a reputation as a fake Slytherin because of it. He lacks the ambition he's supposed to have. Little do they know his ambition is volleyball.

Hinata has friends, but no one understands his love for volleyball. Even fellow muggles. To them, magic is everything. Hinata likes magic, but he would give it up in a heartbeat to play volleyball like the pros do.

It hurts when no one gets his passion, so Hinata often goes to practice on his own. He knows he needs to, or he'll never improve. He's still not sure how to get into a team, but he'll figure it out. Eventually.

When the famous second year sees Hinata practice and yells about Quidditch, Hinata decides to try one last time. To show someone volleyball, and all it can offer. Kageyama listens to his explanations but actually seems a little interested. Hinata can't let that go.

Kageyama is extremely curious about this 'volleyball' Hinata is so passionate about. He can't picture it at all, since he was a wizard his whole life. So when Hinata suggests going to the muggle studies teacher to see if there are any records of games, he agrees.

The game they watch is a national match between Japan and Argentina. It's quick. It's decisive. And it's the best thing that's ever happened to Kageyama. Hinata's explanations were terrible in comparison, but made all the more sense. There weren't any words to describe how he was feeling. And he turns to Hinata and demands to learn how to play.

Hinata knows they need to be an actually good volleyball team to actually get good. Wizards who just learnt volleyball aren't enough. Kageyama makes a plan.

Said plan gives them the means to join a school volleyball team for a trial year. If they reveal themselves or simply want to stop, the trial finishes. Hinata wonders how this all got pulled off, and Kageyama doesn't mention his family connections in high places.

Hinata and Kageyama love playing on a team. They aren't good enough to start, but training with people better than them was exhilarating. They train, and train some more. It's everything they hoped.

Kageyama gets so invested in volleyball he finds himself getting more emotional than he's used too. Frustration, elation, determination, defeat, they're all things he's felt before but never so much at a time. It makes him scarier to the public, since his neutral face now scowls in thought about his next volleyball play.

Kageyama's scary reputation is contrasted with his new best friend that never seems to leave his side. They bicker all the time but always sit next to each other at meals. The school was also interested in why Kageyama wasn't playing Quidditch anymore.

With his new grouchy face, rumor has it he didn't make it this year. (Kageyama did not bother trying out. He needed to focus on volleyball.)

Timeskip through all the hogwarts years where Kagehina rises and falls in rumors, from whether they're dating to their latest incident of trouble from one of their fights.

Kageyama and Hinata become the first wizard pro volleyball players. They're happy to be pros, and play until they can't anymore. It's only then where they return to the Wizarding world, to play Quidditch which is easier on the body. They take the world by storm.

In an interview someone asks why they took so long to start pllaying quidditch. They smile at each other and answer at the same time. "It wasn't volleyball. And that always comes first."

AND THATS THE FIC GUYS. IM NEVER WRITING IT BC I HAVE NO TIME. Feel free to use it for anything but please @ me so I can see what you made! Hope you enjoyed this super long post lol.

#kagehina #haikyuu #harry potter au #hinata shouyou #kageyama tobio #i tried to not bash quidditch but tbh jk rowling made it so... it sucks compared to volleyball.#i realize just now i didnt have any kagehina confessions but like. theyre married at this point #theyre the only wizards who like volleyball they kissed when they won their first game as starters and when they won nationals they proposed #this post probably wont get popular #which is great for me so i wont get peer pressured into writing this #the details arent super refined as you can see- so i would have to fix that urgh #hogwarts barely matters here i just wanted a kagehina au where volleyball wins over magic lol

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lovely-keii · 3 years

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From Us - Oikawa Tooru

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“Welcome to From Us! A show where two past lovers come together and answer a series of questions! What happens when a pair of people who might still harbor feelings for each other come together?”

“You’re watching From Us, a show where the host cries in the corner because she knows she’ll never have relationships like these! I’m your host Viv and our contestants for this episode are Oikawa Tooru and Y/N L/N!”

Oikawa: I’m Oikawa Tooru! <blows kisses at the camera>

Y/N: I’m not even shocked. I’m Y/N! <waves>

[How did you two meet?]

Oikawa: Can we skip over this-

Y/N: <laughs> No. <glaring>

Oikawa: It was a mistake!

Y/N: He thought I was a fangirl and started flirting with me.

Oikawa: That’s it! That’s all I did! <defensive>

Y/N: I kept getting stuff thrown at me by your actual fangirls. Then it had to eb your best friend who came to apologize.

Oikawa: I didn’t know!

Y/N: Idiot.

Oikawa: Y/NNNNN <whining>

[How did you two know you loved each other?]

Oikawa: I just knew.

Y/N: Stop lying.

Oikawa: Okay, it was when you dragged me home.

Y/N: Why were you even practicing so late?

Oikawa: Talent never rests.

Y/N: Humans do. Anyways, I realized when he spoiled me for a week because his fangirls ruined a project I spent forever working on.

Oikawa: I charmed her.

Y/N: No, your gifts did.

Oikawa: <scoffs, hand on heart> Chest pain, Y/N, chest pain.

[How did the first kiss happen?]

Y/N: He was mad at something and I was there to calm him down, THEN OUT OF NOWHERE-

Oikawa: WHY ARE YOU SUDDENLY SCREAMING?

Y/N: Emphasis.

Oikawa: <groans> I’m not listening.

Y/N: Anyways, OUT OF NOWHERE THIS MAN GRABS ME AND KISSES ME! I HAD BEEN ATTACKED!

Oikawa: Y/N, noooo. <whining>

[How did you two start dating?]

Y/N: He asked me out. Extravagantly.

Oikawa: I did.

Y/N: You did.

-in a separate room by yourself-

[What is one thing you never got to tell him?]

Y/N: That I’d take care of him. I’d willingly stay up until 12 every night and walk to school just to check if he’s still practicing and bring him home every day of my life just for him.

[Why did you date him?]

Y/N: I really was the first choice. At first, I thought I was just another thing for him to play around with but as soon as I realized that I meant a lot to him, I agreed to date him.

-in a separate room by himself-

[What is one thing you never got to tell her?]

Oikawa: That I was serious about everything. I can do stupid things a lot and I make a lot of mistakes, but I know that loving her will never and could never be a mistake.

[Why did you date her?]

Oikawa: She took time out of her day to care for me. She saw more than just an attractive person or the captain of the volleyball team. She made sure I was healthy and never overworked myself.

[What’s something the both of you always did, just the two of you?]

Oikawa: Mall date!

Y/N: We would just go around the mall and do whatever.

Oikawa: Usually we would go to the arcade or get some food.

[What’s your favorite memory with them?]

Oikawa: She went to one of my games and after she dragged me to a nearby shop and bought me snacks!

Y/N: I was crying about this lesson and he skipped practice to teach me. It’s nice.

Oikawa: That’s because you’re the top priority!

Y/N: I didn’t know that!

Oikawa: Now you do! <smiling>

[The thing you loved the most about them?]

Y/N: His dedication and ambition. He knew what he wanted and he tried getting it all means possible. He kept trying and trying and I found it really admirable.

Oikawa: Never thought I’d live to the day when you’d admit to admiring me.

Y/N: Just say yours. <flicks his forehead>

Oikawa: Okay! <rubs forehead> I like how she makes sure I’m doing fine and she takes care of me. She makes sure I don’t burn out too much and that I’m doing good.

[The thing you hated the most about them?]

Oikawa: She can get a bit mean. Like sometimes her words kinda hurt.

Y/N: Sorry.

Oikawa: But usually what you say is true so I can’t really blame you.

Y/N: <ruffles his hair> Well, he can get a bit too outgoing at times.

Oikawa: Outgoing?

Y/N: With the fans.

Oikawa: Oh. <nods> Sorry.

[How did you feel about each other before this?]

Oikawa: Kind of scared, I guess.

Y/N: Nervous, really nervous, because he is my ex.

[How do you feel now?]

Y/N: I mean, good. Like, I feel pretty fine because nothing’s gone wrong.

Oikawa: Still kind of nervous but all in all, pretty good. It’s been nice y’know.

[How were fights like?]

Y/N: Pretty bad. We would argue and sometimes even ignore each other for days.

Oikawa: Kinda sucks.

[How did you break up?]

Oikawa: We needed some time to just think.

Y/N: I guess at one point we broke up to do things ourselves.

[Are you willing to try again?]

Oikawa: If she is.

Y/N: I am. I did all the thinking and I want to be with you.

“We waited two months! It’s time to check how Y/N and Oikawa are doing! I’m curious now!”

[How are you guys?]

Oikawa: <getting dragged by the ear> Y/N NO STOP!

Y/N: I’m doing great, right? No. THIS IDIOT SPILLED HIS FOOD ON ME!

Oikawa: Y/N NOOOOO! <whining>

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mxomo · 3 years

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the next chapter ♡ ︎oikawa tōru

You loved him so much, but it wasn't enough. And that was okay. c/w: haikyuu, female reader, comfort, angst. a/n: does oikawa love? yes- does he reprioritise? no! and that’s sad for the ppl around him but also ok. i love him and the king energy~ ♡︎

“So, I guess that’s that then, huh?”

You knew it was coming. There was absolutely no chance in hell that Tōru would’ve ever considered staying, and anybody who knew him was aware of that. He was a diamond in the rough, lacking in polishing that, despite his best efforts, he couldn’t quite achieve his goals in Japan.

But that didn’t make it hurt any less.

In a way, you were grateful that he felt it was important enough to tell you when he was going. Tōru’s not exactly known for having any kind of awareness for those around him off court, and though smart and emotionally aware, he rarely thought to consider those around him outside of the context of Volleyball.

Oikawa Tōru was an enigma, with his head in the clouds and hand reaching for the stars; you were the earth, the stability and the ground that softened his landing when he slipped and fell each time.

You knew that even before you fell in love with him.

You were steady and solid, unmoving; you were safety, grounding, understanding and empathy. He was ambition, determination, a hint of mania and a hurricane, desperate to foster his talent and prove his worth. His losses did nothing but fuel his fire and steel his resolve against anyone and anything standing in his way. And whilst you were never one blocking his path, standing steadily on the sidelines with snacks and a sign cheering him and Iwaizumi on, you didn’t- couldn’t- run alongside him.

And as he took steps towards you, crushing the pieces of your shattered heart as he did so, you smiled at him. A watery smile, sure, but you meant it nonetheless, and he couldn’t help the small one he gave you in return, his hand coming up to brush his thumb on your cheek as he admired your features. You were so proud of him, truly; your hands, mindlessly, reached out to grasp his neck and you pulled him towards you, hugging him harder than you ever had before. Tōru’s breath wooshed out of him, all tension releasing from him as it usually did in your embrace and he buried his head in the crook of your neck, returning your affections just as tightly.

“Make sure you call if you do come back, okay?” you said shakily, rubbing soothing circles into his back as memories of the two of you flashed through your memory. “I’ll be waiting for you to win.”

The silence was heavy between you both, but comfortable as you enjoyed each other’s presence, more than likely one of the last times before he set off for Argentina. Really, Tōru was excited that he could get back to volleyball immediately graduation considering his extended break from volleyball in his third year after their premature loss. But it meant less time with you, with Iwa-chan; with the few people he did actually give a bit of a damn about in Japan. And he was, though he’d never admit it out loud, a little heartbroken as well.

“Yeah,” he mumbled into your neck, pressing his nose in further and inhaling your scent in some needless attempt to imprint it into his memory, even though there was absolutely no way he would ever stop associating peach and pink pepper with you. “Of course, __.”

Words hung silently in the air between you as emotion crackled like wildfire under both of your skin. You had told him before, so many times that you loved him, because you were best friends and it was just a given that you loved each other, through everything you did. Those words hung on the tip of your tongue as you tried to keep your grip from constricting him just a bit too tightly, because you knew part of loving him meant supporting him how he needed you to - and he needed you to let him fly.

“I’ll miss you,” was what you managed, because you couldn’t bring yourself to - potentially - make him feel bad in any way about going. Did you matter, in the grand scheme of the dream he was shooting for? Yes, and your contributions and support to his journey would forever be a part of him.

But you didn’t matter enough for him to stay, and that was okay.

You vaguely registered his response as you, finally, closed your eyes tight in an effort to force your tears back. “I’ll miss you too,” he’d mumbled. “Having you there to cheer me on.”

You loved him so much, and he loved you so much. You fed him, hydrated him, tended to his wounds, made sure he looked after himself so he didn’t have to. You were best friends, destined to be star-crossed because it was better this way, to love each other wholly and purely, with hearts broken lovingly instead of having a taste of what your lives would’ve been if he was a little less ambitious - or you a little more so - and having it torn away from you both.

“I will always be cheering you on,” you said firmly, tangling your hand in the roots of his hair in a slightly reprimand and loving affection to get the message across fully. You felt him nod into your collarbone and you relaxed slightly, playing with his hair as your mind drifted.

Your heart hurt, and you would later hope and pray that someone would take it from you s because it wouldn’t feel the same with him gone. But moments are precious so you pushed your thoughts away the best you could and basked in the warmth and comfort of his scent for just a little longer. You loved each other quietly, scared to let go, as the sunset came upon you both.

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#*writing #*hq #*angst #oikawa #hq!!#haikyuu!!#oikawa x you #oikawa x reader #haikyuu scenario #haikyuu angst #oikawa toru x you #oikawa toru x reader

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aitarose · 3 years

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YELLOW DAISIES (A. MIYA) pairing: miya atsumu x fem!reader

synopsis: atsumu miya, japan’s most entitled player, the person that strangers resented for unprecedented boasting and confidence—a facade as there was only one person who knew the real him.

word count: 1.6k

genre: established relationship, fluff, time skip

warnings: slight angst, asshole!atsumu?, hospital, mentions of death

notes: i’m only on episode two of season four so i’ve literally never heard this man speak a word, but i wrote this for some reason asjdfkl

↳ DIRECTORY

He was revolutionary—that was what flashed in bright lights in the media, magazines, and news when the name Miya Atsumu came into the picture. It was an honorable title, one that he’d earned from his years of experience, years of effort to become the best player he could possibly be.

Fans of the game couldn’t help but admire his ambition, his confidence when it came to setting—when it came to being on the court. There was nowhere else he seemed to fit, no where else that deemed worthy of a man like him.

He was simply made to play volleyball, he was put on the planet to coordinate the team and help lead them to their respective victories. The drive he had was envious, admirable even to professionals that were years ahead of him in experience.

But there was a catch, just as there always seemed to be a catch when things appear too perfect or other-worldly, as Miya Atsumu was considered the most egocentric man in all of Japan.

Yes, his talent was astonishing and his looks trumped some of the most handsome men in the world, but he was a complete and utter narcissist to the public eye. A complete asshole in all senses of empathy.

He was perhaps an enigma. A man that no one person could quite figure out. A total mystery to everyone but those close to him—to everyone but his twin-brother and the few teammates that he considered friends.

And it wasn’t that the public wanted to hate him, they wanted nothing more than to find a redeeming quality, something that would save his reputation—the ignorant reputation that he’d somehow managed to build himself over the course of his professional career.

Tabloids constantly had new headlines to publish, weekly reports on whatever star-born attitude Atsumu had acted on in public, during games, or even in the safety of the team’s after parties—parties that he’d rarely be found at.

The most common hate train would be the look he’d give the camera every time he so much as scored a point mid-match. The cocky, full of himself gaze to the viewers watching at home, as if to say that he was the real King of the Court.

Holding up his hands in the shape of a heart, Atsumu would smile with a smug grin, teeth flashing white and sticking his tongue out dramatically. He’d hold the position for a few seconds, making sure that the camera got a good take of his face, before returning to the adrenaline rush of the game.

It was as if he became an even better player after his boastful routine, focusing on the game as if it was life or death, as if he would be ruined if they were to lose a single point—frightening the other team with one glance, one look forcing them to crumble underneath their own dead weight.

With his rare intimidating attitude, the Black Jackals had little to nothing to worry about when it came to their setter. He was reliable, always there to pick up the slack when all odds seemed to be against them—when the books refused to read in their favor.

And his teammates absolutely loved him, they knew him better than nearly anyone other than Osamu. When microphones and interviewers shoved misguided questions in their faces, they’d always defend him, as they were more than just players on the same side of the court—they were practically brothers.

So, when it’d be time to stay after the game to greet the fans, give them kisses on the cheek while the camera cemented their meeting in history, his friends paid no mind to how quickly Atsumu would rush out of the building. They’d pay no attention to how he’d refuse to entertain his fans, only stopping for one girl—one girl who’d offered him a bouquet of bright yellow daisies.

“Thank you.” He’d mutter, nodding his head at the young girl before stalking off, ignoring how she fawned over the beauty of his facial features, obsessing over the way he’d just so much as acknowledged her existence.

Pulling out of the stadium’s parking lot was always a big hassle, with the media and paparazzi awaiting his exit, video cameras taping his every move and step he took. There was zero privacy for him, every one of his secrets always seeming to be on film.

But Atsumu didn’t care, he didn’t mind running over a few parking cones, forcing the photographers to jump out of his car’s way, back onto the sidewalk where they belonged. He had absolutely no disregard for their safety according to the new’s titles.

As well as no respect to traffic laws. Speeding limits was a thing of the past in his mind, always going about twenty miles over, whether that was on a highway or neighborhood street. His life ran on double time, needing to be in a rush, a rush away from his duties.

His sports car headed north on the daily, never straying from its path, in pursuit of the same destination every day—every time he had the chance to escape the responsibilities of being a world-known athlete.

And though the world liked to act as if they knew everything about him, as if he was an open book whose chapters were updated every week, no one knew why Atsumu would spend so much time at the international hospital. Why he’d enter the building in the evenings and leave at dawn.

Even today, after the loss of a championship match, he wore the brightest smile on his face while holding a massive bouquet of yellow daisies—the flower that’d always accompany him through the blank grey walls of the healing center.

The grin would stay plastered, the expression reading ingenuity as he’d walk through the automatic doors, taking a final glance back to make sure that no one had followed him, before letting the facade crumble—before he let it dissolve into a somber frown.

“Looking beautiful as always.” Atsumu laughed, waltzing up to the front desk, greeting his favorite worker as she rolled her eyes, passing him the check in sheet with a pointed look. “How’s my girl doing?”

The woman behind the counter took a deep breath, inspecting his signature to ensure that he hadn’t signed in the wrong place, before looking up to respond to his question—the same question that he asked her every day.

“Waiting for you.” She said, gesturing that everything was alright and he could proceed to the dual elevators that carried him to the top floor, the floor in which permanent residents stayed. “She’s up there waiting, just like she always is.”

Blowing the clerk a joking kiss, Atsumu carried on, holding the bouquet with a death grip, picking at the flowers to make sure that they looked their absolute best—that they deserved to be held in his favorite girl’s hands.

Standing in the elevator, his heart dropped at each ding. It was a sound that he had never gotten used to, one that haunted him as he slept, taunting him as if to say that the minutes were counting down—the minutes losing their value, the minutes he had left with her decreasing.

Despite how much he loathed the noise, how he wished he could shut it all off, make time stop just so he could have an infinite amount of moments by her side—he knew that life would come to the point in which he’d hear that sound one last time. A point in which he’d leave the building and never have a reason to return.

As he approached the room he knew all too well, Atsumu brought his hand up to a light knock on the door, giving her a little heads up that he was there, that he didn’t forget about her even though he’d maintained his constant routine for months now.

“Is that the famous Miya Atsumu I hear?” Y/N’s melodious voice called out, knowing all too well that her beloved boyfriend had arrived to harass her. Her already enlarged heart grew bigger at the sight of his brown eyes and golden hair that she’d always try to spot on the court.

While the world admired him for his physical beauty, she knew him for the beauty inside. The beauty that she was so blessed to see, the real personality that was reserved for her and her alone—not even Osamu had seen him so gentle, so caring.

“Yer favorites,” he held out the bouquet to her in a regal manner, presenting it as if she were a queen and it was her crown. His dramatics sent her into a fit of giggles, accepting the flowers with a scoff as he rose up to press a soft kiss on her awaiting lips.

“I saw you.” She whispered, pulling him down to meet her smile once more, relishing in the feeling of their love connecting. It was a feeling that she was addicted to, one that she longed for whenever he was away. “I saw you and the stupid little heart that you flash me on television.”

Atsumu helped her move over on the hospital bed, making enough room for him to lay down beside her as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder, his head resting on top of hers. “Stupid? You sound like the rest of ‘em.”

“No one would be calling it stupid if they knew what it meant.” He pinched her cheeks, puckering her lips to a pout and kissing her over and over again. “If they knew I only do it because I want my girl to be proud of me.”

He sighed, holding her as if she would disappear if he let go, his fear of losing her of greater importance than any public opinion or false story. His fears being valid and reasonable as neither of them knew how much time they had left—how much time they had left to be totally and completely in love.

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haikyooot · 3 years

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Is there anyone in Haikyuu that you were shocked didn’t continue volleyball after high school/went pro?

Hmm this is an interesting question!! (long thoughts under cut)

I don't think so. It's pretty normal, I think, for people to get "normal" jobs and move in "normal" careers after high school sports and clubs. For the typical bunch, this makes sense.

The closest to a surprise would maybe be Kuroo? But also not really. He seemed to have the talent to at least be V2, but I always felt that his dynamic with Nekoma is really really team-based, less so his own love to pursue volleyball. In other words, he always liked the volleyball community more than himself playing volleyball? Does that make sense lol. So it makes sense that he's involved with the marketing dept of the volleyball association to help expand the community and increase awareness for the sport. To go pro, I think more than hardwork and talent, the athlete needs a bit of selfishness and ambition--as an individual athlete and player. (blue lock fans don't come at me i totally didn't read past ch 15)

Maybe Iwa would also be a little bit of a surprise? But I think he's kinda in a similar vein with Kuroo. Technically as a wing spiker, I think he is still a bit lacking compared to the others. He loves sports. He's definitely an athlete. He does love volleyball, but it isn't that same ambitious drive that Oikawa and the other V1 players have. So, involved with volleyball but not as an athlete? As a trainer? Totally makes sense.

Drive and Hunger really play a role. Like perhaps Noya had that pro-level ability, but he doesn't have that ambition to continue, wanting to see and explor more of the world outside of volleyball. The same with Osamu's talent, but he says he "loves volleyball a little less than Atsumu" and finds another path instead.

But look at Hinata! He's so incredibly desperately chasing after volleyball. Driven, obsessed, crazy, those can all describe him. I think to go pro, you do need to be a little mad haha, in addition to hard work and talent. Like Oikawa too. And Hoshiumi. They have guts XD

Hmm going back to your question, I'm actually surprised by how many of the HQ characters went pro. Maybe some are juggling a job and V2, some scrape by with V2 pay, a lot of those athletes... like Daishou and Tsukki and Kyoutani for instance, I suppose would really have to love volleyball to keep going, even though they know they aren't the most top tier.

Ah I just think about Atsumu's face beaming with pride, "Because I'm a setter!" Hinata's look of awe when he finally receives a ball perfectly. Hoshiumi's enjoyment feeling like he's in his element....totally going off tangent now. Hahaha, but those moments are all individual athlete and sport. Not team. Team is so important, but these individual athletes have something very special between themselves and the ball/court. I think that special something is what makes them turn pro and pursue volleyball professionally.

#if this were an essay i'd totally fail but those are just my feels MY FEELS #URGHHHHH FEEEEEELSSSSSSSSSS coming out in HEEAPSSSSS #uhhh ya #tytyt for this question!!!!#i loveee hq all over again because of this omg i feel like renewing a vow almosttttt gonna cryyyy #emi.mail #emi's guest #爱

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jenniferdiazplaysbasketball · 2 years

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So my phone broke back in December so keeping my ear to the ground for news has become a bit harder (I should have a new one by the end of March). However, I now have a Team Jennifer discord server and @thegoodmurphy pointed me towards this article last weekend.

Anyway, I don’t know much about “What’s On Disney Plus”. I know it is a fan run site looking at news regarding Disney+. It also shows in the news section of Google search, so it has me tempted to believe it is a legit source of news.

The key paragraph in this article regarding Season 2 is this;

“In season two of “Big Shot,” Marvyn Korn (Stamos) returns to Westbrook with a new fire, ready to show that his girls basketball team belongs in D-2 and that he’s still the championship-winning, powerhouse coach he was in the NCAA. Marvyn’s latest plan toward relevance is to get his team broadcast on ESPN, and his method is to recruit an unlikely player: Ava (Echeagaray), a gutsy beach volleyball phenom whose public tantrum got her ousted from her own sport. Between losing their assistant coach Holly Barrett (Gilsig) to a rival school, new friction amongst teammates, a sudden and unexpected proximity to boys, and off-the-court disasters that no one could’ve predicted, this season, the Westbrook Sirens have even more to prove.”

This firstly seems to indicate that Holly does take on the role of Head Coach she was offered at Carlsbad. Given how the team has reacted to Coach Korn’s attempts to leave the team in the past, I can imagine this is going to create some tension already. That being said, Westbrook as a school doesn’t seem to appreciate Holly’s talents especially when they rejected Coach Korn’s proposal for her to be Head Coach if he had left. It seems that whether Korn is there or not, Holly is going to be stuck in a dead end position with no possibility of progression and I hope the girls in time will come to understand that.

Coach Korn attempting to recruit Ava, looks like it is going to be a bad move. He previously tried recruitment in Season 1 which upset the girls, as he is once again saying to them “You aren’t enough.” While Korn has shown a lot of growth in Season 1 even eventually turning down his chance to become a college basketball coach again, I think he definitely is going to be pushing harder to keep his relevance now. And Korn does seem to get blinded by his ambition so it is easy to see how he could fall back into this attempt at recruiting from outside the team/school. That could in itself create new friction amongst the team.

Let’s no forget where this particular blog started, I definitely feel like Giggles and Carolyn’s story has a ways to go yet and I definitely can see tension emerging between those two once more. Not to mention this is high school and the other girls are sure to have their own drama.

The sudden unexpected proximity to boys intrigues me though. I wonder if Westbrook is going to be moving towards becoming a co-ed school in Season 2.

And as for the unexpected off-the-court disaster, well that is too wide a scope for me to have any theories as of yet.

Anyway, @thegoodmurphy follows a lot of the crew on Twitter and tags me in posts every now and then. From what we can gather they are in the midst of filming Season 2 so as more news comes along, I guess we’ll keep you posted 😊

#Marvyn Korn #holly Barrett #Ava #Giggles #carolyn smith #gigolyn #people #season 2 #spoilers #big shot spoilers #big shot

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hajimewhore · 3 years

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Body Swap 👫 (Iwaizumi Hajime/Reader) ➸Rated T, fem!Reader, 2.7k words ➷Humor, fluff, angst, awkwardness, pining, swearing, my tendency to write introspective, the usual stuff in here ➷ Masterlist, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, ✈Part 6, Part 7

“Hajime, let’s walk together without Tooru.”

You hear a voice call out to you the second you step out of the gym. The abrupt call startles you when you register it’s your own voice—it feels a tad cryptic, considering you’re still not used to hearing it unless it’s coming from you.

Hajime is glancing around, keeping his voice low, clearly wary of any prying ears or casual listeners.

“Huh? Yeah, alright.”

You jog up to his side, exiting the school grounds with him. A worry creeps in your gut, but you push it aside to hear what he has to say first. No use getting anxious when he hasn’t even said anything yet.

It’s interesting, your strides are much longer than you’re used to, so you have to actively think about matching your pace with Hajime’s currently shorter legs (you hate to call your legs short, but there is an obvious comparison).

It’s something you never worried about before, considering you were always the one surrounded by long-legged bastards, but it has you thinking that Hajime must’ve always consciously walked in step with you. Even Tooru tended to take long strides (as if he were the main character in an anime, leading the way for the extras).

You try to quell the metaphorical butterflies that are making themselves at home inside your ribcage, but it’s rapidly replacing the anxiety that was stirring from Hajime’s abrupt request.

You’re supposed to be serious right now. You can’t be caught up with how sweet and caring Hajime is, even though he doesn’t voice it and generally has an attitude that needs minor adjustment, but you’re constantly reminded every day how his love language is more about acts of service and silent gestures with no intent for acknowledgement and—

“What’s up?”

You say with as much nonchalance as you can muster, it’s best to cut that train of thought off, especially when said train is being directed by Iwaizumi Hajime—not only filling your brain but the space directly next to you.

You can only assume there’s something pressing he wanted to talk about, maybe practice, judging by his sour expression. Not that he doesn’t always have that expression, but lately he’s been more conscious of the faces he makes in your body. There must be something gnawing at him to let that slip.

But if you’re being completely honest, you’d rather not think about practice after the shit show of a performance you had earlier.

“Something…” he pauses, not quite sure how to phrase it, “weird, happened. And I really don’t want to talk about it, but you should know.”

Hajime looks highly agitated, and very uncomfortable. He’s refusing to meet you in the eye, not particularly focused on anything but the air to his right. He’s struggling to find a way to busy his hands, crossed over his chest—nope not that again– shoving them in his track pants pockets, before deciding to whole up in his jacket pockets.

You think about what could possibly make him that level of awkward, but only one thing comes to mind,

“You didn’t start your period, did you?”

“WHA- WHAT? NO, no, fuck,”

Hajime’s eyes blow wide when you unintentionally remind him about the existence of said bodily function. Is that something he’s going to have to worry about? He needs out of this body, stat.

“Good, cause I just ended, so if you started that would’ve been a little worrying.”

You can’t help but laugh at his reaction, and he grimaces, red hue dusting his cheeks, he’s clearly perturbed by the information and realization that was just forced upon him.

“Good to know. Hopefully we’ll swap before the next... one...”

You roll your eyes, but can’t exactly blame him for his discomfort. As much as you’d like a man to physically endure and comprehend the plight of women, you also hope you’ll be able to switch soon.

Besides, that's something best cursed upon someone bad mannered, like Tooru.

It does succeed in reminding you that you and Hajime should put your nose to the grind, if it wasn’t urgent before it’s imperative now that you figure out ways that could possibly switch you back.

Hajime clears his throat and rubs the back of his neck, snapping you back to his current dilemma,

“Someone asked you out.”

You blink at the information, that’s what he wanted to talk about? You’ll certainly take that over talking about your shit show of a practice tonight.

“Whaaaat? Again? Jeeeez, I guess I’m just popular today.”

You stick your tongue out with a giggle, sounding extremely misplaced with his voice.

Surprisingly, he doesn’t reprimand you for it, and it makes you tick a brow in curiosity.

“...so uh, did you shoot ‘em down? Finally understanding some of the struggles that women go through, huh?”

You attempt to laugh off the unpleasant aura that’s starting to hang thick in the air.

“Not exactly. I said I’d text him, I wasn’t sure what your answer would be.”

At that, you freeze, turning back to stare at him in shock.

“What? You actually considered my feelings instead of shoving a boy out of my life?”

You halt your steps to turn and grip Hajime by the shoulders, faux tears threatening to spring up and burst any minute. You gaze at him with all of the awe of a proud mother seeing her child matured and all grown up.

“Don’t say it like that! And knock that look off my face, before I do it myself,” he sounds as gruff as he can with a feminine tone, “and of course I care about your feelings! The men that like you are just shit.”

He turns his nose up derisively.

Hajime always figured that was the case, at least, that no man was good enough for his best friend, and the ones that liked you wouldn’t know what to do with you. All that ambition, attitude, spark, with a tendency for being too kind and too caring. What could a high school boy who dicks around in the back of the classroom ever put forward in a relationship with you?

But it seems he was a bit misconstrued. While he’s positive he marked those boys right, there may have been a little jealousy at play he was never made aware of until recent events (in other words, the Matsukawa Incident–he’ll refer to said event as such now).

Hajime unintentionally acted with his own self interest, driving away any boy that made eyes at you, and hid behind his self-proclaimed ‘protective best friend’ title, told himself it was fine, because Oikawa was doing the same—they both knew what was best for their friend.

As if you couldn’t decide for yourself.

Hajime clenches jaw, he should’ve known something was off with him the moment he started going along with Oikawa’s antics.

He doesn’t feel particularly bad or regretful about driving away those glaringly transparent guys, but he does feel a pang of guilt for having done it without your say in the matter.

“Well, thanks, I guess. But who are you talking about anyways, I’m dying to know who’s won Hajime’s stamp of approval.”

You look at him with curiosity brimming from tip to toe, and a deep frown tugs at the corners of his lips, the dread and anxiety he felt before coming back full force. Now that he’s placed the feelings he has for you, it’s demoralizing to see you interested in other men.

“It was Matsukawa,”

Now Matsukawa was different.

Hajime knew him personally, and considered him a close friend. They often spent free time together, had lunch together. They of course played volleyball together, and judging from that alone Hajime could tell that Matsukawa was a man with talent, passion, and drive. He was good natured, and Hajime is positive he’d treat you with the respect you deserved.

“He was the one that asked you out.”

Your eyes widen at the information, and Hajime feels his shoulders tense. Is that excitement? What will you have to say about that?

Well, if you like Matsukawa, Hajime will just have to deal with it.

He easily turned away other boys and suitors, but the fact that it’s Matsukawa changes everything, it’s thrown a fat wrench in his love life (if he can even call your relationship that, he’s starkly aware you’ve always been ‘just friends’, and the Matsukawa Incident isn’t exactly helping any).

Hajime knows Matsukawa can make you happy, there’s no reason to stick his nose into that.

When you’re out of this body swap situation, Hajime will just have to support you from the sidelines. But even then, as your best friend, he has to be with you every step of the way.

Your solo time with Hajime will practically become non-existent if you get yourself a boyfriend. No more movie nights with the two of you, passed out on the couch before the halfway point, no more casual dinner dates, no more coming to each other’s houses at ungodly hours because the other person is only seconds away.

Hajime guesses he could still have all those things, but with the addition of Matsukawa–that thought sits bitter in his mind. And Hajime loves his friend more dearly than he cares to admit, and loves you more than he thought he did, but his heart breaks at the thought of the two of you together.

“Mattsun?”

His spiraling train of thought is dashed the second you burst out into a boisterous laugh, something Hajime wasn’t expecting.

“He’s such a flirt. You should’ve just brushed him off!”

Hajime states in his bafflement. Matsukawa, a flirt? He thought that was just in the moment. What are you talking about? You’re talking about the same Matsukawa, right?

“What? I didn’t know if you liked him or not, I couldn’t say no!”

His face heats with a scowl as he attempts to defend himself, Hajime is in disbelief he let that get to him so much.

“Oh no, you didn’t get all awkward did you? Now he’s gonna think I have a crush on him.”

You huff, and Hajime grows more confused by the second.

“Is that such a bad thing?”

And now he feels the need to defend poor Matsukawa’s honor, though he won’t deny the feeling of relief washing away his anxiety like a massive ocean wake. It’s as if the salt water is mending the dull cracks that started chipping at his heart, your full smile and animated laugh uplifting him.

“Not really, I guess. But he flirts too much, and I always put him in his place! But now that you’ve gone all doe-eyed school girl on him, he’s gonna think his charm or whatever worked.”

You click your tongue, and Hajime bristles, how could he forget about how bad your personality could be? Any time he finds himself in awe over you, it’s always short lived.

“I did not go ‘school girl’ on him, I was confused the entire time! I didn’t even know he was flirting with me at first!”

He rants, seemingly back to himself, and you bite your laughter at the outburst.

“I’m sorry you had to experience that, Hajime.”

“One of my best friends and teammates... was flirting with me.”

“Technically, me.”

“I can’t look at him the same way.”

“If you want, I’ll let you go on the date. But when I’m back in my body, I’m cutting that off.”

Hajime sends you a look that sends a chill down your spine, vibrating from the intensity of it.

“Kidding, Hajime, kidding!”

You put your hands up in defense and Hajime grunts, decidedly not beating your ass, fortunately.

Though, Hajime does feel a swell of happiness at the fact that you don’t seem interested in Matsukawa.

“I guess I should let you know...” you pause and Hajime hums in acknowledgement, “make sure to turn everyone down for me.”

Hajime blinks at your request, and attempts to not sound so desperate and eager when he speaks,

“Uh, sure. Everyone? ‘don’t have anyone you like?”

He figures he’s pushing his luck with that one, but he wants to know the answer, even if he’s shooting in the dark.

“No, not interested in anyone in our classes, or your teammates, for that matter.”

You clarify, and he awkwardly glances away at the pointed comment.

“Right. I can do that,” he glances to you before continuing, “the same goes for me.”

“You already told me that!”

“You need a reminder. I don’t want a random girlfriend I’m not interested in when I’m back in my body, okay?!”

And the reminder was so good to hear, you’re happy Hajime doesn’t have an interest in anyone, even if that gives you the smallest chance.

“Okayyy, okay!”

You laugh, and he hides the way his lips turn up into a smile.

“Now let’s go to my place, we have to do more research on our situation.”

You walk alongside Hajime, ignoring your buzzing pocket, no doubt Tooru. You can’t exactly have him crashing your research sessions, so you decide to come up with an excuse for later.

Days in a row you’ve done research with no concise evidence or method of solving your body swap, you’re starting to feel disheartened by the situation, but at least the weekend is starting.

Even if it’s nearly impossible to come up with anything helpful, you’ll be able to research more and not worry about putting up a front at school or with yours and Hajime’s teammates.

“We don’t even know where to start! This shouldn’t even be possible!”

The research Hajime has also done leads to zero results, of course. And both your frustrations are piled as high as the plushies and extra pillows Hajime threw off your bed.

You flop onto your back, said extra pillows and plushies cushioning your fall. You’re surprised Hajime left some of them on the bed, it seems he had discarded a majority of them.

You can’t believe it, Mr. Tubbs, the big stuffed cat Tooru gifted you years ago, cast aside, face down on the carpet.

If you weren’t so frustrated by your research developments (or lack of), you’d be amused that the only plushes with bed privilege were the ones Hajime won for you at fairs, or gifted you in the past.

“There’s no legitimate research, for obvious reasons, and most of it is just stories or movies.”

Hajime sighs, browsing through tabs on your laptop.

“Are we just going to have to wait?” You bite your tongue, “Hajime, what if we’re just stuck like this?”

The sharp look Hajime sends you makes you freeze up.

“Don’t talk like that. We’ll figure something out.”

He says it so resolutely that it makes you believe him, or at least want to believe in him. And you have no shortage of belief in Hajime’s abilities–if he’s confident you’ll get through this, then you will get through this.

“If you say so, I’ll believe you. Sorry, Hajime.”

He hums at your response, eyeing you carefully as you continue to scroll on your phone through a rabbit’s hole of mysterious threads, and cryptic posts.

Your phone pings with messages from Tooru, the buzz startling you out of an odd Reddit thread that seemed more like a troll or a work of fiction than anything.

The message(s) are in all caps, and you swipe them out as they come up rapidly. You’ll have to think of yet another excuse to give him later, but you’re running out of ideas.

It was suspicious enough as it is that both you and Hajime had a dentist appointment in the same week–Tooru not-so-kindly pointed out that dentist offices were closed after your school’s hours, and it didn’t help that Hajime made the same excuse a day after you.

The both of you were even forced to skip out on your monthly movie night together, and you and Hajime can only claim to be sick for the night so many times.

You don’t intend to, but you wind up forgetting to message Tooru back that night.

The stress is stacked high, everything feels personally against you, and you’re too overwrought to focus on anything other than yours and Hajime’s body swap, let alone school, and especially volleyball practice. Which, is increasingly making Tooru more insufferable than usual.

Swiping out of yet another cryptic site, you briefly worry about what viruses that could’ve creeped onto your phone before searching again.

Mr. Tubbs making an excellent cushion, you roll onto your side as you scroll away.

A/N: I’m excited to say I’ve got the rest of the story mapped out from here, I usually just wing it and have zero follow through lol, but I’m trying my best!

taglist: @cybergovl @babybellecheese @keijikunn @168-cm-png @sexy0android

Masterlist, Part 7

#hq!!#haikyuu!!#haikyuu reader insert #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi hajime/reader #haikyuu fic #haikyuu angst #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu humor

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solume · 3 years

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Iwaoi: stargazing in summer :)

Tysm for the prompt ! As always, writing Iwaoi is a pleasure ~

Fluff ahead ! Seriously they are so s o f t in this it broke me a little. Set in their third year.

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Summer was by no means Iwaizumi’s favorite season. He wouldn’t go as far as to say that he hated it, but so many things just… Irked him. The heat was too much too soon, leaving his body no time to adjust, and feeling keenly the loss of the cool spring breeze. Sweat left him feeling gross and taking many, many showers, just to be uncomfortably warm and sticky only a few minutes after getting out of the bathroom. Practice was thus even more a hassle than ordinary, since he had to motivate the first years when himself felt very little determination. But he had made a commitment to volleyball, loved the sport, and thankfully once the ball was up he usually forgot everything, from his burning muscles to the sweat literally dripping in his eyes.

He had never been able to understand how Oikawa could train as much, sometimes even harder than usual, when this kind of weather weighed on everyone like a lead blanket. Lethargy, drowsiness, seemed to be the default setting for everyone when confronted with the sun’s heat. But not for Seijoh’s Captain.

The absolute moron had always pushed himself to his body’s limits, not caring one second for stifling heat, pouring rain or chilling snow. As a result Iwaizumi had a duty to take care of him, and make sure he didn’t overwork himself -or worse, injure his knee again. This drove him to stay behind in the gym long after everyone had gone, though sometimes Kyoutani or Matsukawa and Hanamaki wanted extra practice too.

Most of the time though, it was just them two. Iwaizumi brought his homework when he felt like he had too many things to do, but never once thought about studying for his tests at home. He was by Oikawa’s side, whether that meant hitting some tosses, receiving killer serves or keeping an eye on the self-destructive idiot from the bench.

This was tradition, since their Junior High days.

Iwaizumi didn’t have to drag his best friend out of the gym anymore though, and it was a welcome change. Nowadays, he made the call that it was time to clean up and go home without (much) protests from Oikawa. Summer meant the days were longer, and often the sun was just coming down when they finally walked out of the school.

It made everything prettier, as the temperatures dropped to something more comfortable. There was something mesmerizing about Oikawa’s face, all serene from the tiredness that came with good practice sessions, bathed in pink hues. It made his already pretty features even prettier, and sometimes it pissed Iwaizumi off.

Who gave him the right to look so beautiful, so content, when he just spent several hours sweating his ass off at the gym ? What was he made of, exactly, to appear like he could still run laps around the neighbourhood and be absolutely fine ?

Each summer seemed to highlight the ever growing differences between Iwaizumi and Oikawa’s quality as athletes. Iwaizumi had good stamina and strength, he knew, but he lacked just a bit of passion -obsession some would say, given the length to which Seijoh’s number one took things. And those small differences, piling up as they grew as players and people, only made clear one thing : Oikawa was made of another cloth.

He had no genius, as he so liked to say, but boy did he have other things to make up for it ! Stubbornness, a will that never faltered and just enough of an ego to fuel an ambition that many would have dropped by now : the desire to become a professional player.

Iwaizumi had resigned himself for a few months by now, he was never going to make it as a pro. But Oikawa ? He simply had to. If he couldn’t, then nobody would.

He had the talent, the patience, the brains. He was just enough of a masochist to go that extra mile in training that made all the difference on the court. He was a star, that shined so bright it sometimes blinded Iwaizumi. Worthy of standing at the top.

Their team had never made it to Nationals, but they would this year, their last, and everyone would see.

Those were the thoughts that crowded Iwaizumi’s mind almost every time he looked at his boyfriend, especially on evenings where they just wrapped up a training session. It was also what he couldn’t stop thinking about each time they went stargazing.

They did it frequently, after all there was no better season than Summer to admire the sky. Oikawa was the one saying it, and he was also the one waking up Iwaizumi in the middle of the night on a regular basis to make him climb on the roof of one of their houses.

It was dangerous, especially still half asleep, but they did these types of things since they were tall enough to grab the lowest branch of the tree that stood between their roofs. They probably could do it while sleeping, and with the strong core muscles that volleyball guaranteed them, the risk was minimal.

Oikawa always had a blanket ready to be wrapped around them both, and they silently snuggled, chins pointing to the sky. Iwaizumi knew constellations by heart, but he still let his boyfriend point at them, explain the names, if only to hear the softness in his voice. Oikawa liked space almost as much as he liked volleyball, and there was no way Iwaizumi would ever get tired of watching his eyes lit up when he was sitting under open skies full of stars.

Iwaizumi knew that one day he was going to buy a house in the country, and it would partly be just so his boyfriend would be free to watch the night sky as often as he wished to.

“You’re so cute.” he couldn’t help but mumble one night, as they were sitting on his roof, sides pressed together and Iwaizumi’s cheek on the taller boy’s shoulder.

Oikawa blushed at that, because nevermind that they had been dating for a year now and that Iwaizumi liked blurting out what was on his mind more often than not when tired -even compliments, one might say especially compliments. He turned his gaze to the stars, trying maybe to compose himself, not without muttering a bashful “Thank you”.

A few beats passed, not quite silence because the sound of cars in the distance still reached them, but enough for their breathing to be heard. Or maybe it was just because they were so close to each other, legs tangled and arms around shoulders.

“You’re the cutest, though. Staying awake just for me, like that… Are you becoming soft Hajime ?” then spoke Oikawa, obviously teasing, but it sounded very fond, and lips hovered over short black hair.

“Maybe, but don’t tell anyone. I have a reputation you see, wouldn’t want our juniors to take advantage of my weaknesses.” replied Iwaizumi, sleepily, not caring about the soft smile on his lips, and looking up at his boyfriend with unabashed adoration just to be met with equal affection.

“Roger that.” whispered Oikawa, letting his head fall on top of Iwaizumi’s as they resumed their quiet contemplation of the night sky.

Peace washed over them as silence fell once again, and hands calloused by years of practice tenderly held each other’s.

Iwaizumi looked at his boyfriend, the star waiting to be discovered, and found that he didn’t mind having him for himself just a little while longer. It was summer after all, and they still had time before the Winter Tournament.

He could add that to his list of summer’s redeeming qualities.

#fluff #mine #iwaoi #send daisuga sakuatsu kuroken iwaoi or osasuna prompt if you want !#btw sorry for the mistakes ? i'm not a native english speaker and it's late #and i'm once again too lazy to proof read it's like 1am #ANYWAY i love them so much they invented romance #and in case you couldn't tell i have so many ✨feels✨ about Oikawa as a player #his storyline just kill me ok this boy deserves the world #In the mood for OSASUNA especially if you have ideas but really i will happily write on all pairing listed above ~#eeeh next one is Daisuga ! should be ready in a week maximum #depends on my schedule and my classes ✌🏻

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ventura-starlight · 3 years

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HAPPIER THAN EVER

remember when I said I was back? haha no. I hit like a major writers block and had some pretty heavy stuff mentally I have been trying to deal with. I am crazy thankful however that you all are still so supportive and kind to me :) I love you all so much. in other news I am so excited for Billie Eilish's new album and once she dropped the teaser for it I had the idea for this fic :) this is obviously not about what she went through and what many are speculating her album to be about but this is my personal interpretation of the line from the teaser video! I hope you all enjoy :))

warnings: angst [more bittersweet than sad imo], mutual break-up, hopeful/sweet ending,

"So is this it?" Tobio sniffled. This isn't how he wanted this to go. Graduation was a few days ago, soon the two lovers would be separated by land and sea. You were both so happy, things may not have been perfect lately but he didn't want to lose you. In the cold of the night, as stars twinkled across the seemingly endless galaxy, Tobio Kageyama realized not everything stays the same. Maybe him wanting everything to remain as it was, was selfish. The pair looked so lost, trapped in their minds as they looked up at the stars. Sitting on the park bench where they shared their first kiss. Now it seems this is where they would share their last.

"You know it's what's best" Y/N sighed shakily as they looked at their intertwined hands. They didn't hate Tobio at all, but Y/N knew this couldn't last. The universe was pulling them apart, their own ambitions and goals in life causing a rift in what some may have seen as true love.

"I know that Y/N but," his voice cracked as tears filled his eyes, "I really loved you. I c-can still love you I promise! I-" his words were starting to get choppy. The setter felt as though the air he was breathing was constantly being taken away, so desperate for things to be okay again. A soft hand reached for his face, drawing Tobio's eyes back to the one he knew he couldn't love anymore.

"You know that's not true," Y/N said softly, odd considering the tears that were falling down their face as well. "I loved you a lot too, but I think we just grew apart" Kageyama nodded at that as his sobs turned to soft sniffles and tears.

"I will always care about you Y/N," he said after a moment of basking in each other for the last time. They nodded softly, silently saying it back. A slightly hoarse laugh escaped Y/N's mouth as they turned away from Tobio's face.

"You have so much talent Kageyama," Y/N began, the feeling of saying his last name settling a weird taste in their mouth, "but we both know we can't stay together. We had a good run and I wouldn't trade any of that time for the world okay?" The tears came back to both of their eyes, flowing in waves, lovers being pulled apart, their hearts along with them.

"You are amazing too Y/N, I couldn't have asked for a better partner these past two years. Thank you for everything you taught me." Pulling each other into an embrace, their bodies shaking like leaves falling off a tree.

As they pulled away from their embrace the pair shared a knowing look. Desperately grabbing at each other's chest, the collar of their shirt, anything they could hold one last time. Smashing their lips together, teeth clashing slightly, the saltiness of the tears still pouring down their face making the kiss seem even more tragic. They pulled away after what seemed like hours. Two lips seemed red and puffy, skin glossy and luminescent due to the duo sitting under a street lamp.

Y/N stood up, grabbing their things, pulling Tobio's hand up to their lips, pressing a soft kiss to the knuckle. Finally, it was over, they walked away as their own people, missing the comfort the past years had given them. The sky was their stage and this was their final bow, a bittersweet ending to what could have been a perfect story.

***

Years pass seemingly in a blink of an eye. Fleeting thoughts weren't filled with regret but rather smiled upon like you would smile upon the memory of adolescence.

The first few weeks after their bow was some of the hardest times they had suffered. Slowly but surely they recovered, opening up again, driven towards their dreams.

Kageyama waits for a game to start, nervous butterflies float in his stomach. as he tries to calm the shaking of his hands his mind floats to them. a nearly silent 'thank you' slips from his lips, so quiet he could only hear it. he knew that this was the result of years of hard work, but he feels the need to thank you. thank you for letting him go.

Meanwhile, Y/N sits on their couch, anxiously awaiting the start of a volleyball match. There he was, their first love, glowing in all of his pride. Kageyama Tobio's hard work had paid off. Y/N never regretted their decision. Maybe in some other life things could work out, but for now, they were perfectly content.

when I'm away from you, I'm happier than ever.....

I wrote this in like an hour, forgive me 🧍 @risjime @sxft-kisses

#angelicstrwbrry 🍓#springs.sprung 🐰#angelics.haikyuu.txt #kageyama imagines #kageyama x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fanfiction

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rqnvindr · 4 years

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words from you

pairing: oikawa x manager fem!reader

genre: angst, fluff

word count: 809

a/n: happy birthday to the grand king, tooru oikawa!! this idea has actually been sitting in my drafts for a while and what better time to dig it up than his birthday? it’s not a typical celebration scenario, but it reflects on his struggles and connects to his arc, which is something i’ve always loved about him as a character and is important to me. this is sort of a goodbye message to him from me now that the manga ended (no manga spoilers though, don’t worry!) sad hours but i am so so proud of him and everything he’s accomplished. i will always root for him.

oikawa crouched down, panting as he looked around at the scattered volleyballs, disarrayed along the gym floor. graduation was only a few months away and he needed to savor any last few moments he could possibly get in the one corner of high school that he could call home and practice. just keep practicing and practicing, the same routine.

he had accepted it, but that didn’t mean he could believe it. believe that his team never went to nationals. that he as a captain failed to lead them to the destination they had worked for. the only thing he could do to prevent his invasive thoughts from consuming him was serving ball after ball. he didn’t care that season was over, he’d only stop pursuing volleyball when he was dead. to say that he was going to keep ‘hitting it til it breaks’ was an understatement.

the door slides open, stopping oikawa in his tracks as he gets another ball. he locks eyes with you, the look on your face a mix of concern and disapproval, yet still understanding. you take in the sight of the used balls, wondering how long he had been in there and if he even intended on calling it quits at some point.

“what are you doing here? where’s iwaizumi?” oikawa seldom practiced without his best friend, and seeing that he wasn’t in the gym worried you. the boy sighs in response.

“i just needed some time alone. especially since one day he said he was going to take me on.” sounds about right. those two surely hadn’t spent all of those years polishing each others skills just to part ways. “why haven’t you gone home yet?”

“your serves are too loud for me to ignore.” you deadpan and he clicks his tongue. “anyways, be sure to lock up when you’re done, and don’t stay out too late.”

oikawa huffs, seemingly ending the conversation, yet you wait expectantly for him to respond as he faces away from you, his back alone telling a story about hard work-strength and greatness achieved through grind.

“you and the others are always telling me to not overwork myself, when everything i’ve ever accomplished has been brought about through work.” oikawa dribbles the ball, spinning it around with more force. the smack of the serve echoes so loudly, it almost makes the gym shake. “whatever talent i’m meant to bloom has to bloom as soon as i can get it to.” he states in between heavy breaths.

his insight on the difference between talent and instinct always gave you chills. there were some people who dreamt about doing amazing things but never understood the proper steps to get there or failed to look inside themselves to see what they already possessed and what they lacked. but oikawa saw everything. even though he wasn’t naturally gifted in volleyball like kageyama or ushijima, his self-awareness and ambition made him strong.

“tooru,” oikawa finally turns to you upon hearing his given name. “there’s no need to push yourself beyond your limits when you’re already capable of growing your own wings.”

oikawa’s eyes widened. you just reminded him that he wasn’t just a chaser, but a flier. someone who was born without wings, yet was not going to let that prevent him from taking his own path to fly. he thinks about how you were able to come to that conclusion just by watching him throughout these past three years. oikawa can’t help but chuckle at the thought.

“what’s so funny?” you ask, raising an eyebrow. little tears spill from his eyes, the sparkle in those chocolate brown pupils radiating joy.

“nothing, it’s just, hearing these words from you is something. i now have one more person to not disappoint besides myself.” he flashes his typical smug smirk. you walk over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder and giving it a light squeeze.

“i’m counting on you to do big things in the future.” you declare as oikawa takes your hand, interlocking you guys’ fingers. “you’ve always been my inspiration and motivation to keep going. you’ve taught me to never give up, to always stand strong even when you feel weak, and face your struggles head on. i can’t thank you enough, tooru.”

oikawa’s expression softens. “you don’t have to thank me, (y/n)-chan. i should be thanking you for working so hard and keeping me and the rest of the team going. i know you’ll grow wonderfully in college. but just be sure to reject any random boy who asks for your number, no one is allowed to get close to my (y/n)-chan~” you laughed at the return of his playful, dumb self. the lovable child in him would always be there to bring him back to earth.

and at that moment, you couldn’t have been happier to be called his.

#happy birthday oikawa #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu one shots #haikyuu soft hours #haikyuu angst #oikawa #oikawa tooru #oikawa x reader #oikawa fluff #oikawa one shots #oikawa imagines #oikawa scenarios #oikawa angst #oikawa soft hours

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pearlsephoni · 3 years

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The Trial of Shoyo Hinata’s Rising Heartrate, Evidence Two: The Present

Can also be read on AO3!

Rating: T

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: Kagehina (Kageyama/Hinata)

Characters: Shoyo Hinata, Tobio Kageyama

Word Count: 1,904

Summary: In the post-Inter-High rush to improve his playing and his grades, Hinata somehow manages to forget his own birthday.

A/N: Author’s notes can be read on AO3.

They lost the Inter-High Prelims. Oikawa’s cold analysis of their quick attack managed to block Shoyo’s spike and end the game before he could even land.

Defeat was a cold, bitter thing. It felt familiar, creeping up Shoyo’s throat and making his eyes burn in a way he hadn’t felt since his only middle school game. It was a feeling he didn’t want to feel this soon, a feeling he didn’t want to see reflected in his teammate’s eyes...in Kageyama’s eyes.

He wanted to win. More than anything. And he wanted to win with this team, with Kageyama tossing to him. The setter’s dejected apology had made ice crawl through Shoyo’s veins, chilling and painful and making him shiver under the bright afternoon sun. He would never again let Kageyama apologize for tossing to him, would never let him regret falling back on their freak quick attack.

So he worked. He gave his all to every practice, did his best to collaborate with every member of the team (even Tsukishima), and when he finally came face-to-face with Ushiwaka, his anger over the ace’s flippant attitude towards Seijoh made him throw a challenge at his face. Which meant he had to work even harder if he wanted even a hope of seeing that challenge through.

And Kageyama was at his side the whole time. Part of Shoyo was tempted to feel a little bitter over the setter’s ambition -- he already had boundless talent, was already called a genius by almost everyone who saw him play. Couldn’t he let Shoyo have even a chance at catching up to him?

But a larger part of Shoyo was thrilled that his partner on the court was willing to be his partner off the court as well. When Takeda fell into the gym and announced the upcoming weekend practices with Nekoma in Tokyo, Kageyama had been right at Shoyo’s side, vibrating with the same excitement. When Shoyo had thrown the challenge at Ushiwaka, Kageyama didn’t scold him for once. No, he met Shoyo’s eyes with a glint in his own and a smirk on his face, wordlessly telling him that he would make sure that challenge was seen through.

He was still an asshole. That much stayed the same. But he was an asshole with the same hunger and drive as Shoyo, an asshole who pushed Shoyo to be better and never let him get complacent, an asshole whose moments of quiet observation and unspoken encouragement made Shoyo feel...safe. And happy. And like he could fly even when he was nowhere near the volleyball courts.

He hadn’t thought that having a team he could rely on and a partner he could fight beside would make him feel like this. But he’d learned a lot of surprising things in just two months at Karasuno.

And it turned out, one of those things was the fact that he could somehow forget his birthday was coming up. In the rush to improve both his playing (difficult) and his grades (impossible), Shoyo had been focused solely on the dates of their final exams and their weekend in Tokyo. For the first time in his life, he hadn’t paid attention to the fast approach of June 21st.

In some ways it was kind of nice. He was genuinely surprised when his mother presented him with a bowl of tamago kake gohan for breakfast, and the dish tasted even better than it usually did thanks to the surprise. The “happy birthday” texts he got from Kenma and his middle school friends made a smile stretch across his face with each one, and when one of his classmates presented meat buns to him with a silly sense of gravitas at lunch, his laughter echoed around the classroom. Considering he’d forgotten about his own birthday, his heart seemed to grow another size with each birthday wish he received from a friend who did remember.

By the time afternoon practice rolled around, Shoyo felt like he was on Cloud Nine, filled with his favorite foods and the well wishes he’d received. Then Daichi wished him a happy birthday, sparking a ripple of birthday greetings from the rest of the team throughout practice as everyone learned about his special day.

For the first time since he’d met Kenma, Shoyo understood what he’d meant by the feeling of “leveling up.” He felt better on the court than he ever had before - he ran faster, jumped higher, hit harder. His hand stung from all the spikes he hit and high fives he received, and he noticed with a pleased jolt that even Kageyama’s brows were raised over eyes that watched him carefully. He was the only one who hadn’t said any birthday wishes, but the pang of disappointment Shoyo had felt at the start of practice melted away under the warm feeling of the setter’s quiet approval.

All things considered, it was an amazing birthday. The best one he’d had in a while. He felt so good after practice, he didn’t even notice that he was humming until Kageyama’s nudge made his voice crack off-key from surprise.

“Hey.”

Shoyo looked up from his bag to find Kageyama standing over him, holding out a small package wrapped in bright orange paper. “What’s that?”

“...Happy birthday.”

“Huh?!”

Kageyama’s face was slowly turning red, and his eyes were stubbornly turned away from Shoyo’s as he continued holding out the package. “It’s your birthday today, right?”

“Well, yeah, but...you didn’t say anything before...”

“Because I didn’t want to ruin the surprise. Do you want the present or not?”

“Of course I do!” Shoyo cried out, grabbing at the present before Kageyama could take it back. As Shoyo began tearing open the paper, he noticed Kageyama’s hands fidgeting at the strap of his bag, and his cheeks warmed at the realization that the setter was feeling shy over the gift. Weird.

Then he got the package open, and he let out a shout of excitement.

Wrapped inside the orange paper was a double-pack of Air Salonpas. “Woah, nice!” Shoyo exclaimed, a wide smile splitting across his face. “I just ran out of these! How’d you know?”

“I didn’t,” Kageyama muttered. Shoyo’s excitement clearly reassured him, his eyes finally meeting his with a distinctly pleased glint in them. “But you wouldn’t shut up about them during the tournament, so...figured you’d get excited over getting some.”

The mention of the tournament subdued Shoyo’s excitement, but not enough to make him stop smiling at Kageyama. “You remembered! That’s...that’s really nice of you, Kageyama. Didn’t think you had it in you.”

“Oh, screw you!” The smug pleasure in his eyes was replaced with annoyance, a look Shoyo was much more used to seeing. Just as he’d planned with the teasing barb, Kageyama turned away and stomped away to leave the clubroom, missing the shy flush coloring Shoyo’s cheeks and ears. “I was gonna get you some meat buns after practice, but if you can’t even say thank you for this…”

“Wait, what?” Shoyo scrambled to stuff his present into his bag before grabbing his stuff and hurrying after Kageyama. “H-hey, Kageyama! I want some buns!”

“Say thank you, dumbass!”

“I already did!”

“Like hell you did!”

“Kageyaaaamaaaa!”

For all his teasing, Shoyo couldn’t stop turning over how thoughtful Kageyama’s present was. Yeah, it was a simple spray he probably picked up at the local sporting goods store. But he had taken the time to wrap it up in paper that matched Shoyo’s hair, and he’d bought it with the memory of Shoyo’s excited comments during the Interhigh Prelims. Out of everything that had happened over those two days, Kageyama’s tiny brain had remembered his excitement over the smell of Air Salonpas.

It didn’t take much for him to catch up to Kageyama. As soon as his hands could reach his shoulders, Shoyo used his hold to launch himself into the air with a shouted, “Kageyaaaaaamaaaa!” He knew it would piss the setter off, but it was worth it just to hear the squawk that escaped him as he stumbled forward from the force of Shoyo’s jump.

“What the hell?! Are you trying to kill me?”

“So dramatic, Kageyama-kun,” Shoyo sniffed with a grin, falling into step next to him. “Hey, are you really going to buy me meat buns?”

“After that shit you just pulled? Hell no.”

“Aw, pleeeeease? It’s my birthday!”

“You already got a present.” Kageyama finally cut him a sideways glance, and Shoyo met his glance with a wide smile that made those blue eyes shoot forward and those cheeks flush again.

“It was an awesome present! I’m gonna use it everyday in Tokyo, I can’t wait!”

“Don’t use it all up, I’m not gonna buy you more for the Spring prelims, dumbass.”

Shoyo just smiled again, and rocked into Kageyama’s shoulder with a gentle nudge. “Still. I appreciate it.”

“Yeah, yeah…” Kageyama didn’t look at him, his eyes weirdly fixed on the road ahead, and when he spoke again, his voice was so low, Shoyo almost didn’t hear him. “...How many buns do you want?”

“Really?!”

“Answer the question, dumbass.”

“Two!” Shoyo hooted, running ahead to bounce in front of Kageyama. “You’re really gonna buy them for me?!”

“Why are you so surprised? You’re the one who wouldn’t shut up about them just now.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t think it’d work!”

“What, you were just trying to annoy me?”

“Man, I wish it were my birthday everyday,” Shoyo sighed wistfully, deliberately ignoring the question. “Then you’d have to be this nice to me all the time.”

“Would not.”

Shoyo’s smile and the pink on Kageyama’s cheeks remained for the rest of the walk to Sakanoshita, where Kageyama made good on his promise, shoving a paper bag with two meat buns at Shoyo. “Here. Happy now?”

“Super happy!” Shoyo chirped, immediately digging into the bag and pulling out a bun. But instead of shoving it into his mouth, he held it out to Kageyama, who only blinked at it in confusion. “For you!”

“Huh?”

“To thank you!”

“It doesn’t count if I paid for it,” Kageyama grumbled, but he took it with a twinkle in his eye and lips that quivered around a suppressed grin. “I don’t really like meat buns, but...thanks.”

“Really? What kind do you like, then?”

“Curry buns.”

Shoyo hummed around his mouthful of food, and he realized that...yeah, every time the team had gotten buns, Kageyama had gone for the bag with curry buns instead of meat. “Ok! I’ll remember that for your birthday.”

“Your tiny brain’s not gonna remember that in December.”

“Sure it will! I always remember important stuff!” Shoyo glanced at the time on his phone, missing the surprised blink his words earned from Kageyama. “Shoot, I gotta get home. Shoot, I forgot my bike!” He took off running back towards the school, turning to run backwards as he waved. “See ya tomorrow, Kageyama!”

It took a second for Kageyama to wave back, but when he did, he shouted, “Happy birthday!” The words made Shoyo’s smile stretch even wider, and he couldn’t help jumping to wave with both hands before he turned back around. His cheeks burned from how big his smile had gotten, or maybe it was the effort of running after practice, or maybe...nah, it wasn’t anything else.

He was just really happy. It really had been an amazing birthday.

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amjustagirl · 3 years

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hey nikki ! how are you ? and ⭐️ !

Lou! thank you for indulging me!! i'm good, trying to recover as fast as i can from the side effects of the vaccine (rawr) but yes! wbu - did you sign up for the exchange in the end?

thought i'd give the director's commentary to my oikawa fic Icarus!

Icarus (oikawa x f!reader) :

hrm is it v conceited to admit i wrote this fic because i didn't really love his eventual ending in the manga. i personally found it a bit sad that he chose too play in argentina instead of being accepted and recognised for his talents in his home country, and be able to play on equal ground with his former rivals - but i can see the thematic beauty in him being kageyama's / ushijima's eternal rival but anyway - that's why i wrote a fic where he still finds success, both in argentina and japan but not at the price of leaving japan for good.

imagery wise, of course the title is a dead give away, and i had so much fun playing with lines like "Icarus, Icarus. Your hubris has led you to such heights, but look how far you’ve fallen" - because oikawa truly is the ultimate icarus, isn't he. the boy with golden wax wings flying inexorably towards the sun. and the reader knows it and that's the basis for all her doubts, because a relationship with him will fail if he's unable to compromise his ambitions for her, and at the start, when they're so young, it does. but then when he meets her again later in life when his wings are broken (haha second chance trope, whoops), you can see him try to balance both love and volleyball and...idk i feel like that's probably the only way he might have a happy relationship.

and of course, because the reader in this fic is a medical student (and later, a doctor) and because oikawa suffers a life changing injury in the second act, i leaned a lot on visceral body part imagery (lol i don't have a more elegant phrase for it). so descriptions like "wring the liquid from your lungs, lay it on the floor to dry" and "fill the cavity of your chest with the remnants of your organs, secure them in place with stitches and staples" were used across the fic. i paired it with the personification of the reader's heart being a prisoner of her resolve not to fall in love again (especially with him) - "the heart that you’ve locked away behind bars of bone and steel twitches, just once" just to show how fearful she is of loving him again, how she's been burnt once before and has locked her heart up away from him. all this to lead to the theme of courage in love - because it takes a lot of bravery to love, knowing that there's always the possibility of being hurt. but at the same time, idk - i hoped my readers could also see that the reader's choice to be cautious could also be interpreted as an act of self sabotage.

anyways. a funny thing about this fic - i was terrified that the love scene i wrote was inappropriate, I RAN IT PAST SO MANY OF MY MOOTS WHOOPS. and it really was a joy to write tooru because like atsumu, his personality lends himself really well to snappy dialogue, especially in the izakaya / karaoke scene when he's trying to stop the reader from flirting with atsumu whilst flirting with her himself LOL. sighs - oh toorus is just a bundle of joy to write HAHA.

ok i shall stop here. but ty lou for asking for this!!!

a/n: feel free to send me an ask if you want a director's commentary to any of my fics!!!

#Nikki chats!#Icarus

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karamfilmare · 3 years

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Oikawa's competitive nature

Some slight spoilers for the manga, if you don't know the Brazil arc

I really don't know how to explain it to people that Oikawa doesn't truly hate anyone, he's just hyper competitive and will view any opponent as an obstacle in his path, so naturally he's going to have negative feelings towards them.

Like, don't come to me telling me "Oh, wHy DoEs OiKaWa HaTe HiNaTa..."

SHUT UP NO HE DOESN'T. NO HE DOESN'T. Hinata is just an opponent he sees as a threat, it's COMPETITION.

Don't come to me and tell me you don't know why Oikawa is "such an asshole" especially if you had to compete for things, just don't.

If you never had to compete for your place in anything, whether it was sports or academics or something, don't talk about understanding competitive nature/dynamics/etc.

I've had to freaking fight my way in high school to prove myself in a male dominated activity, and I don't exactly feel like coddling my opponents in academic competitions, especially male competitors, EVEN IF THEY'RE ON MY TEAM.

Oikawa at least knows how to get along with the rest of the team and doesn't hate on his team. Shit talking is a part of competition, and he doesn't even do it that much.

Oikawa recognizes talent, skill, and hard work in others, but that doesn't mean he can't be confident in his abilities and his team, nor that he has to be nice to everyone. My own teammates can tell you I was barely civil.

Stop hating on Oikawa because he's not nice during matches or to his opponents. He doesn't have to be, and at least he's honest. He's got ambition and pride, and his goal is to be the best.

Thanks for coming to my Ted talk, I'm sorry you had to read this rant, but it's been something that's been sitting in my head since I've had friends would tell me "He'S aN aSsHoLe"

If he were a plain asshole who didn't care about anyone, he wouldn't be helping out at his nephew's volleyball club to teach them basic skills and foster some love for volleyball. If he were a plain asshole, he wouldn't have given Kageyama the advice he did in Season 2, knowing that Kageyama would be his downfall. If he were a plain asshole, he wouldn't have given Hinata the light of day in the Brazil Arc.

Whoops, finally, thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

#~) m.oikawa (~#° my analysis #° rants #stop hating on Oikawa

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laceymorganwrites · 4 years

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Light me up

Word count: 2,405

Pairing: Kuroo x reader

Warnings: swearing, mentions of mental health issues

Summary: Kuroo and Bokuto just moved into their new apartment, what happens when you, the singer of his favorite band he has a crush on, not only move in next door, but also attend the same college?

Mini Playlist: Don´t cross my path - Dollskin

Fake your death - My Chemical Romance

I beg to differ - Billy Talent

A/N: Title is inspired by the album of the same title by The Pretty Reckless. The vibe fits.

You were excited to move into the apartment building with your friends and band members. Starting college was always a dread to you, you despised the idea of dorms, you didn´t want to be roomed with people you didn´t even know and it would be such a drag to practice and go to the studio too. Luckily you somehow got a cheap apartment near campus.

Your band wasn´t that popular, but you played some gigs a bars and your social media presence and following wasn´t too much so that you´d still count as an underground band. You never wanted to become famous, seriously, it all started when you shared your music on YouTube.

People liked it and you took it serious, saving up to record an album. It was really nice being able and having the time to follow your dreams and ambitions like that.

Currently you were busy carrying the boxes up the staircase, your families lent you a big van and everything fit in there, you would need help moving the furniture though.

“Bro, we have new neighbors!” Bokuto exclaimed, looking at Kuroo with a spark of excitement in his eyes.

The latter was busy sorting his textbooks and barely looked up at him.

“Oh yeah?” he absently feigned interest while thinking about how many minutes he needed to plan in for the way to his faculty.

“Yeah! Come on, let´s help them carry their stuff!” he tugged at Kuroo´s shirt and he groaned, getting up reluctantly.

He decided that he´d get up thirty minutes earlier just in case, he didn´t want to be late.

The two got out of their apartment which was right across yours.

Kuroo´s eyes went wide as he caught a glimpse of you, this couldn´t be… this had to be a dream.

“Yo, that´s (Y/N) from (Y/B/N)” he hushed quietly, not believing his eyes.

“That singer you have a crush on?” Bokuto asked, Kuroo never shut up about you and introduced your music to his best friend.

Kuroo nodded and thought way too much about what that all meant.

“All the more reason to help them!” Bokuto announced, walking over to your apartment full of confidence while Kuroo followed with a heart that was beating way too fast, he could swear he´d pass out any moment.

“Hey! You´re new here right? We´re your neighbors and thought you could use some help, can we help you carry your stuff?” he beamed while Kuroo looked at the floor as if it was the most interesting thing he ever saw.

“Uh, alright” you said, he sure was straight forward but you really could use the help.

“Thanks for the offer, we were just thinking about how the hell we were gonna get the furniture up here” you thanked him and smiled slightly.

“I´m Bokuto by the way, this is Kuroo!” he introduced the two and you nodded, smiling as you introduced yourself and your friends.

Kuroo swore the moment your eyes landed on him was the moment his heart stopped beating.

Bokuto was quick to the task and carried up the boxes like a champ, he made conversation about what classes you were taking, Kuroo would have the same history class as you which filled him with dread and excitement at the same time, Bokuto also proudly told you about the fact that they both were on the volleyball team and how anxious they were before the letter of affirmation came in. Then he told you about their friendship, how they met and all that.

It was nice, they seemed like cool guys, though Kuroo didn´t really say much, but maybe he was just shy.

Right now Kuroo was handed your guitar by your friend and was so scared that he´d drop it, he carried it upstairs with the utmost care.

Bokuto noticed that his friend had trouble approaching you, as always when it came to new people. But this was different. With normal new people he could still make small talk while being uncomfortable, especially with Bokuto around he usually opened up pretty quickly.

Though, the whole situation with him having a crush on you made that harder for him, so Bokuto noticed. Kuroo didn´t even look at you, he could see how anxious and jumpy he was.

“Hey, you have a lot of instruments and amps and stuff, are you in a band or something?” Bokuto asked and Kuroo wanted to sink into the ground, he didn´t like the direction this was going in at all.

“Yeah actually, we´re (Y/B/N). I don´t know if you´ve heard of us” you nonchalantly said.

“Oh that´s so cool! Hey, Kuroo, isn´t that the band you always talk about?” he beamed.

No. Oh no. He didn´t. That fucker, he knew how bad he was at making conversation. Especially now, he didn´t want to make a fool out of himself.

Bokuto only meant well, he knew that, but still. That was a dick move.

He felt like a deer in headlights, you were looking at him, actually looking, awaiting his answer.

“Um… yeah… I really like your music actually. It helps a lot” god, that sounded stupid, way to go, Kuroo.

“I mean it´s just very touching, you know? And I don´t know… it´s just every time I listen to it, I feel less alone. Not that I´m alone, I mean I have my friends… But still, your music is just very… special to me. And your… your voice is amazing” that did not help at all, why didn´t anyone stop him? Bokuto knew that he had a bad habit of rambling when he was nervous, so why did he let him embarrass himself like that? Especially in front of you.

You probably thought of him as a crazy fan now, well, to be fair, he was. He was borderline obsessed with your music and your social media posts always made him laugh, he felt so close to you whenever he watched your YouTube videos, hell, he knew how to play your songs on his guitar because he watched your tutorials that much. He even started playing guitar just because of you, because you said you did it because it was therapeutic, because it helped you calm down and focus and fuck, he understood. For him it was the same.

Kuroo wasn´t always in a good head space, in fact he seldom was. Not many people knew that, he was always scared to tell anyone because being mentally not okay was frowned upon by many people. Your music always made him feel safe, understood and listened to.

It was his safe space and for him sharing that with Bokuto deepened their friendship immensely, because it was like sharing a deep secret, a part of himself that he couldn´t put into words, but you could. And you did it so beautifully.

Yeah it was silly, but Kuroo always thought about how your first meeting would go if he ever had the chance to.

Never in a million years did he think that you´d end up being neighbors and in the same history class at that.

And of course he had to make an embarrassing first impression. Great job.

You looked at him in awe, nobody ever complimented your music like that, nobody ever really gave a shit.

“Thanks, that means a lot. I mean, we were just kids playing around in our garage, really. And one day we said fuck it, let´s record it, what could go wrong? It´s amazing really, this platform we have, this opportunity to speak our minds. To be honest I never really thought we could have that much of an impact on someone, so really, this means the world to us” you smiled.

That was the icebreaker for Kuroo, you two talked a lot about your musical influences, you noticed that you liked the same bands too, then he told you how he discovered you and overall you thought he was really down to earth and just nice to be around.

After the two of them helped you move in, you agreed that you´d definitely need to hang out more often.

And you did. The first time you were in their apartment you and Kuroo had a project to work on, you made a pretty great team and finished it rather quickly, so he showed you around a bit.

Their apartment wasn´t as messy as you thought it would be, but then again, Kuroo did mention that Bokuto was a stress cleaner.

When you got to his room, you talked about how you two got into playing instruments and got to know each other better.

It was easy to talk to him, not at all awkward which you appreciated and you found yourself in his company more often that not, you practically knew his apartment better than yours.

Often you´d catch him practicing on his guitar, humming along to the melodies in his head and scribbling down notes, too caught up into it to notice you.

He always looked so peaceful doing this, so calm and you couldn´t disrupt that, so you just waited for him and smiled to yourself.

“Have you ever thought about being in a band?” you asked one day when you were sitting on the couch and watching some movie long forgotten.

“Yeah, but I don´t think it´s for me. I mean, first of all I´m not good enough to play anyways. And also I wouldn´t like playing publicly, I´d get too anxious” he answered, it wasn´t as if the thought never crossed his mind.

In fact it did more often than he liked, but he knew that he would never make it. He preferred being on the sidelines, watching you.

He enjoyed it more than the inevitable stage fright, he liked playing his guitar in his room with Bokuto humming along.

“I think you´re pretty good” you mentioned, only having picked up bits and pieces from his playing, but what you heard convinced you thoroughly. You wanted to hear more, but that wasn´t really because you wanted Kuroo to be a musician, you just wanted to watch him play.

Something about the thought of Kuroo playing something on his guitar for you made your heart flutter and your face heat up.

“Hey, (Y/N)! Do you need help setting up later?” Bokuto announced his presence after getting groceries.

He closed the door behind him before he put away the groceries and joined you two.

“I´d appreciate it a lot, but only if you´re free” you answered.

It was nice that the two helped you and your band carry your stuff and set it all up, yet you couldn´t help but feel guilty.

After all they were busy too.

“I have nothing to do, so… Kuroo, you in too?” he asked to which Kuroo nodded way too fast.

He used every opportunity he could to spend more time with you, he felt like a desperate groupie.

But then again, you were so much more to him than the singer of his favorite band now.

“Amazing, you guys are the best! I´ll treat you to dinner, okay?” you smiled.

“Hell yeah!” Bokuto exclaimed, his eyes sparkling at the thought of his favorite food.

In the evening you and your band got ready, already packing together the stuff you´d need later, before picking up Kuroo and Bokuto.

Kuroo´s breath stopped for an instance when he laid eyes on you…

“You look great” he said without thinking about it, immediately regretting it and averting his eyes.

Bokuto was quite proud that he had the guts to give you a compliment and patted his back in sympathy.

“Thanks, you too” you felt your heart race as warmth spread throughout your body, you couldn´t stop smiling on the whole way to the location.

You started setting up with your band and with the help of Kuroo and Bokuto you finished relatively quickly.

“Thanks for your help!” you said, reminding them to meet you after the show to take them out for dinner.

Bokuto told you that it wasn´t a problem and pulled Kuroo to the side with him.

“So, did you tell them you liked them already?” he confronted him.

Right after you moved in, Kuroo was adamant on telling you how he felt, but every time he even thought about it, he´d freeze up completely.

He shook his head in defeat, sighing.

“It´s alright, now´s your chance” Bokuto turned him around so that he could see you where you sat alone on the stage.

“What? No! Not right now, that´s too soon… I didn´t even prepare what I wanna say” he panicked, Kuroo couldn´t do spontaneous, if he didn´t have time to prepare, he got anxious.

“Come on, there´s no one around, it´s the perfect time. You got this” Bokuto tried to motivate him which worked decently enough.

“Will you stop pestering me if I do it?” Kuroo groaned, already feeling embarrassed.

“Maybe” Bokuto grinned, but that was enough for Kuroo.

You´d say no anyway and he could brush it off as some stupid dare, yeah, that sounded plausible.

So, with the last remaining bit of bravery, he made his way to you.

Your face lit up as you saw him approaching, you wondered what you wanted.

“I can´t wait for the show, I´m really excited” he said to start the conversation.

“That means a lot, thanks again for helping us set up” you smiled at him.

“Ah, don´t mention it, it was nothing” he returned the smile and then took a deep breath.

“Um, actually I wanted to talk to you about something before the show starts…” he started, you looked at him curiously.

“I wanted to ask you this for a while actually, and um, it´s completely okay if you say no or don´t wanna hang out with me anymore, I understand… but uh, would you maybe wanna go out with me sometime?” he stumbled over his words quite a bit but overall Kuroo was glad he finally asked you, he felt good and kind of relieved.

You were still processing his words, trying to figure out whether he had meant it or not, though, by the look on his face, he was serious.

“I´d love that” you gave him a warm smile and watched his face light up with happiness.

“Really? That´s amazing!” he couldn´t stop smiling and turned around to Bokuto who was giving him thumbs up.

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hi lily ! it’s vy from quotev ^o^ finally set up a tumblr lol ~ this may be a little long ? anyway if it is you can just skim or delete the unnecessary parts haha. hope you’re doing well ~ and stay safe ^o^

general: female / she - her, heterosexual, aries sun&moon, libra rising, infp

personality: i’m pretty quiet to strangers ^^ and very polite. i’m the type to add “miss/mister” in front of names if the person seems older. pretty shy at first, i hate confrontation and try to avoid that haha. i can be really loud and talkative to my friends. i’m really critical of myself, but i tend to neglect the flaws of others and only look at the best. i usually out others’ interests in front of my own, which is a habit i’ve formed especially since i’m the eldest and only daughter of three. i’m pretty naive with little to no common sense, which is typical of a book-smart girl ^^’. i can be clumsy, i have butter fingers and trip a lot. i’m also really sensitive and i feel emotions in short bursts. i laugh really easily but i also cry very easily. when frustrated, i cry - scared, i cry - sad, i cry - disappointed, i cry. i’ve never cried due to happiness though, strangely. my motivation and ambitions are heavily reliant on my fear of disappointing others, usually my parents.

basic appearance: 151cm/39kg, black hair with blunt bangs past my waist, i’ve been told i look like a “vietnamese princess” type of girl. i definitely lean towards the cuter side vs pretty/hot side.

hobbies/interests: — reading, mostly romantic fiction ~ because i long for those kinds of things TT even though i’ve never had a true irl crush before lol. — crocheting, i like making small stuffies. -— baking, i really, really suck it it. very much so, but i like to do it … haha

likes: — reading — anime/manga — cute things, i absolutely adore anything cute and/or fluffy/soft. just wanna squish. — food, i am an absolute foodie, and i can eat a l o t for my size ^o^. but i have a low tolerance for spice/sourness

dislikes: — scary things — criticism — false accusations

fears: — bugs/spiders, if it has multiple legs and or wings, i’m terrified. i nearly cried because a ladybug almost landed on me once, i have an irrational fear of bugs. — demons/paranormal, friggin scary, no other explanation needed. — heights, i tend to overthink things a lot, especially with things that can go wrong, since i lean towards pessimism for myself but optimism for others. — anything scary, i’m a huge coward. anything scary, i’m probably scared of it TT

fun facts: — i played the violin from age 4, but had no motivation due to constant criticism from my parents, so i’m pretty bad at it. i can do the bare minimum and get into local orchestras/symphonies. — i’m allergic to basically everything, including peanuts, grass, trees, and pollen. i developed immunity to some like milk, wheat, soy, and fish ^^. — i’m a speed reader, i can read 500 page novels in around 8 hours or less if i’m interested. — i can cram-memorize something, but will forget it all shortly after.

thank you so much lily ! i hope you have a great day :)

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vy! you’re literally so precious; i hope you like your matchup !! (❁´▽`❁)*✲ﾟ*

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i match you up with … 𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐔 !!

i think you & oikawa would make such a cute match just because you’d balance him out & i think your overall demeanor definitely makes him attracted to you from the get go.

given that you’re more of a shy, book-smart girl, i feel oikawa woudn’t really know of your existence at first. but when he does end up interacting with you, he definitely gets that “dang. . .who is she?” and the “why haven’t i seen her around before?” feeling.

plus the fact you look like a vietnamese princess definitely makes him attracted to you, at least from a superficial standpoint.

anyway, oikawa will definitely take in the little things that you do- he’ll notice how polite & considerate you are of others, how you are sensitive but in a good way wherein you have the biggest heart.

honestly, the people who are genuine & wear their hearts on their sleeves? that’s the kind of people oikawa would go for just because he doesn’t have to play mind games or guessing games with that kind of person.

they make him soft, too??

and this coupled with the fact you like to see the good in people? mhm yeah- oikawa will definitely be content whenever he’s around you because for once, he won’t be overly smothered by fangirls or on the flip side, told that he has a shitty personality.

when it comes to you, he’ll feel an overwhelming urge to just hug you whenever you cry & wipe away your tears tenderly because he’s weak to your crying face. and if you were to cry because of him, he’d want it to be out of happiness.

in passing, oikawa also notices the way you look out for others & the fact you try your hardest to succeed, due to your fear of disappointing others.

he might try to persuade you to succeed for yourself and not be driven for the sake of others but that’s another topic of discussion. he honestly just wants you to be happy & i don’t think he’s the type to push his significant others too hard?? unless of course he thinks he’ll truly be helping them.

supportive oikawa?? for you, of course.

okay so … he’ll most likely seek you out because i get the vibes you wouldn’t be like his annoying fangirls or someone who would fault him for his passion for volleyball. in fact, you probably become his fan when you watch him play for the first time! just not in a crazy way.

anyway, i get the sense at the beginning stages of your interactions with him, you may be even indifferent of him?? especially at first! like, oikawa’s name is well known, however, you’re out here, studying & being a big brain ( like danng, you’re a speed reader. okay i see you! ) that you really never been apart of the oikawa hype train.

which means oikawa is even more interested in you. cliche trope i know but still.

oikawa is a bit childish & has a boyish charm about him, so he probably will lightly tease you for your clumsiness for your attention. it’s his way of showing affection to you. in all honesty, he can switch from being a little mean to you to absolutely lecturing you about how amazing you are when you’re being too critical of yourself. he’ll pout & comment how he doesn’t like how you treat yourself.

he knows you don’t like the criticism… but-

how can you not see what he sees?

you find that he’s both smart & dumb, kind & mean, mature & childish… and you wouldn’t have him any other way. you probably end up poking light-hearted fun at him as payback for him teasing you.

side note– he finds that your ambitions & interests are really cool. basically, you’re hella smart, play the violin, bake, and crochet?? he’ll be blown away by how cute your stuffies are & at the same time, he’s like “yeah that makes sense” because you’re cute yourself.

he probably shows off your talents & just how adorable you are to his teammates all the time to the point iwaizumi has to be like “shut up, we get it, your new girlfriend is amazing.” because his teammates are basically so, so envious & oikawa knows it.

on top of that, i can imagine oikawa absolutely brimming with happiness once you show him your talkative & loud side– he’ll feel so accomplished that you’d open up to him like that. he might have a smug face like “yeah i knew you’d open up”, but really he’s ecstatic.

once you guys become official, oikawa will be so affectionate with you?? like it’ll be a little embarrassing & perhaps overwhelming at first, but overall endearing. he’ll pull all the romantic fiction moves– from cute nicknames to late night convos to classic dates… but he can also have a chill, laid-back side in the sense he just wants to be with you & not everything has to be perfect. especially since you both get busy-

when you’re able to, you guys probably go out to eat a lot & take aesthetically pleasing foodie pictures & cute selfies & ah it’s just perfection.

in the end, i think you’d make a wholesome match & you guys end up making each other better by being together??

also you two are so photogenic, so people would be like “of course they’d be together- they look so good together”-

possible runner-ups:

bokuto koutarou

hinata shouyou

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— lily ! ♡

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