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giooliene · 1 year
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new street racer oikawa fanart!!!!
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saetoru · 1 year
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hihi tee, genuine question: why don't creators (or just you personally) like their work recommended on other platforms like tiktok?
hi !! mainly bc those platforms are crawling with minors who will see the nsfw content and come running. it also creates a big chunk of ppl being sent over to ur page (since tik toks can quite literally blow up over night to millions of views) and ppl on tik tok are not very kind to the fanfic and especially nsfw / dc fanfic community, even the adults, so it’s just rly likely that a blown up tik tok can send a lot of problems if that makes sense. just rly stressful and not very fun to deal with
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ykwrites · 1 year
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Confused- Sakusa x reader.
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Pairing: Sakusa Kiyoomi x fem!reader.
Warnings: None.
Rating: SFW.
Requests: Closed.
MASTERLIST
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''How was your day?''
''Fine'' you responded, dry, not really invested in the conversation your brother tried to have.
He was insistent, too much, set on finding out how your date with one of his best friends went.
However, you didn´t want to talk about it, because it went (as you predicted before it happened) terribly. At first, your wanted to rub it in his face, point out how dumb of him it was to set you up with a friend of his that you already knew didn´t like you at all, but in the end, you didn´t have the heart or energy to do that.
''Come on, give me something!''
Your brother kept pushing, following you all the way into your room, even sitting on your bed while you gathered a towel and some clean clothes to take a shower.
''Atsumu, shut up''you said, closing the bathroom door and hearing a very whyny complaint on the other side.
''You are so boring''
The rest of his stupid rambling was finally muffled when you opened the hot water. As soon as it hit your skin, you remembered.
''When you take a shower, the water should be hot enough to kill all germs properly'' Sakusa said, trying to make conversation in a very cold and distant manner, the mask on his face making it impossible for you to decipher if he was joking.
''Was he calling me dirty?'' you thought.
Why in the hell did Atsumu set you up on this date? and why did it bother you so much that it was bad when you didn´t even care about Sakusa´s existence before?
Sure, you knew about him, he hung out with your brothers constantly, but he rarely looked at you or even spoke more than saying ''hello''. It was weird when Atsumu started asking if you wanted to go on a date with his friend out of the blue.
At first you thougt he was talking about Oikawa, because that guy sure was flirty and wanted to get with everyone and everything. But it obviously wasn´t.
''He likes you but he´s a pussy''he explained, seeing your look of disbelief ''Give him a chance, he´s a great guy!''
''I don´t know, and I doubt he even knows who I am''
''Trust me, he knows''Atsumu shook your arm, annoying as always '' I'm telling you to go because I want the best for you, and I think you two would make a great pair!''
Atsumu probably got drunk and had a dream about his friend saying he liked you.
Honestly, if Sakusa did like you, he had a strange way of showing it. The whole date, he just shot a few hygene facts and listened with uninterested gaze when you told him about something random to try and lighten the mood, not recieving more than a nod in response.
About half an hour passed, filled with the same useless overthinking. Thankfully, Atsumu gave up and went to bed before you retrieved back to your room.
While getting some clothes ready for the next day, your phone buzzed.
From: Sakusa.
''Sorry if the date was boring''
Huh?
From: Sakusa.
''I had fun''
Was he serious?
To be polite, you responded
To: Sakusa
From: Y/n
''It´s okay''
That´s it, you didn't know what else to say, deciding to turn off notifications and just go to sleep.
''Hey lil sis''you heard Osamu entering the room as soon as you closed your eyes,
Of course, peace in your house... not an option. At least it wasn´t Atsumu this time.
As always, your calm and more gentle brother quietly closed the door behind him and turned on the small light on your nightstand, standing next to the bed until you moved and let him lay beside you.
''Are you okay?''he asked.
''Mhm, why?''
''I don´t know, you looked upset earlier''
''I´m not upset'' lies.
''Was the date really that awful?''
''Kinda''
''He was dry and boring, right?''your brother chuckled.
''He barely spoke''
''I figured that would happen''
''Why did you let me go on a date if you knew?''jokingly, you pushed him.
''Because he likes you, and honestly I thought you would like him back''
''Samu, that guy is lucky he is hot, there´s nothing else appealing about him''
''Come on, don´t say that''he laughed ''He´s a great guy, and you lil sis, probably intimidate him''
''Let me tell you I was so nice the entire time''
''Don´t doubt it''
''He just... annoyed me, standing there all stoic'' you rambled ''he was not interested in anything about me and ignored my questions when I tried to know something about him''
''Oh, I know why you are upset now''
''Spill it, smart ass''
''You think he is hot''he started, lifting a finger in front of your face before you could interrupt ''don´t deny it, you said it yourself''
''Bah''huffing, you rolled your eyes.
''It annoys you that he´s hot and you went there with the idea that he liked you... but he acted the opposite'' your brother explained ''you probably got a lil excited before the date, making other scenarios in your head''
''I will remind you that I didn´t even like him before Atsumu started trying to get us together''
''You didn´t?''
Shit.
Abort mission, let's hope that Osamu doesn´t continue.
''So you do like him now?''
Fuck.
“I don’t want to talk to you anymore” turning around, you gave him the cold shoulder.
“Y/n, the guy likes you, he’s just weird about these things”
“He sent me a text saying he had fun, I don’t know how”
“Come on, he’s trying so hard”your brother laughed “I bet he will ask you out again”
“And I’ll refuse”
“Just go and make out or something, he’ll loosen up”
“Why are you telling me that? You are my brother, ugh!”
“Well, you can do whatever you want, sis”
Osamu left you alone after that, leaving the room, and you fell asleep tired of such useless overthinking.
To be honest, if Sakusa liked you and you liked him back, it really didn't matter, because there was no chemistry there. Having a relationship or simply getting to know each other, includes talking and being interested in general, wich seemed impossible coming from him.
Morning rolled around, your brothers already making a fuss and fighting downstairs while screaming for you to come and have breakfast with them.
The sun on your face was bothering you enough to turn around and grab your phone so you could check if any of your friends had woken up yet.
Well, there was only one text on your screen,
From: Sakusa.
''I would like to see you again, please tell me when you are available''
''Maybe this evening?''
Choosing not to respond yet, you made your way downstairs, phone in hand to text your best friend and tell her how bizarre this situation was.
''Y/n!''Atsumu yelled.
Instead of complaining or screaming back, you got inside the kitchen walking almost blindly until you sat on your usual stool, eyes fixed on the phone.
Weirdly, your brothers didn´t say anything, complete silence filled the room for a couple minutes, and just when you were about to ask what their deal was, you got it.
Standing there next to Osamu, Sakusa bowed lightly to greet you and you could swear your heart almost skipped a beat, seeing him without his mask and his cheeks adorned with a faint blush.
''Good morning, Y/n''he said, voice deep and sweet.
''Oh, hello''what a stupid response.
''I invited him over for breakfast''Osamu spoke, patting his friends' shoulder.
''Mhm''you uttered, trying not to seem nervous.
While you pretended to be casual and calm (texting your friend in all caps, panicking) the boys made conversation about some boring volleyball game.
''Well, I have to open the restaurant, so I´ll get going''Osamu spoke patting your head.
Great, now you were left with chaos and Sakusa.
''Wait! I´ll help you''Atsumu ran after Osamu before you could even register that they were purposefully leaving you alone with their friend.
Apalled, you looked up at him, thankfully he looked just as shocked. Poor guy had his mouth full of toast and swallowed too quickly.
Cute.
''I'm sorry for my brothers, you know how they are'' you spoke, trying to make things less awkward.
He cleared his trhoat and cleaned his face with a napkin before responding.
''Don´t worry''
Aaaaaaaand silence, painful silence.
Honestly, it was almost infuriating how good he looked and how uninterested he seemed to be. Confused was the best word to describe how you felt, because this guy had asked you out again just hours earlier and now that he was in your kitchen, he didn´t say anything or looked at you for more than two seconds at a time.
''Sakusa''you spoke, calling him.
''Hm?''he looked up, face emotionless.
''Do you like me?''
How bold.
Again, he cleared his throat.
''Yes, I thought I was obvious''
At least he said it to your face.
You contained yourself, squinting your eyes at him to try and find any sing of nervousness.
''Great''crossing your arms, you leaned back ''You have a terrible way of showing it''
''I'm aware''he looked down scratching the back of his head ''It's hard, you make me really nervous''
Well, he didn´t express much, but he was clearly making an effort?
A sudden hint of bravery came over you, and in seconds, you were standing right in front of Sakusa, so close his back bumped against the kitchen counter and he looked away in shock.
''Sakusa, look at me''you demanded.
And he did, the look on his eyes almost making you backtrack.
''Sorry, you are too close''
''Does it bother you?, I can move''your voice sounded daring.
''I...you don´t have to''
Oh, this was new. You took a step back, not too long but enough to visibly see his muscles relax.
''Did you ask my brother to set us up on a date?''
''Yes''
''Why?''
''Because I didn´t want to face rejection''
''I guess that makes sense''
''Why did you accept?''
''I was curious and I thought Atsumu wanted to play a dumb prank''
''I see, so you don´t like me''
''Honestly? At first I was so annoyed, wondering why you wanted a date but showed zero interest'' you started.
''Did I give you that impression? I'm sorry''he said, finally expressing some sort of emotion ''I listened to everything you said in detail''
''Don't worry about it, I probably didn´t put much effort either''
''I´m guessing your response to my text will be no''
''Maybe''
Okay, now you were being a brat.
''Maybe?''he asked, lightly raising an eyebrow.
''I do want to go, but you have to be relaxed this time and actually have fun, I´m not going to attack you or anything''you explained.
''Oh, okay''
There was something in his eyes now, a hint of enjoyment of some sort. His lips showed a smug smile that made your heart swell instantly.
''I´ve seen you interact with my brothers for years, just pretend you're hanging out with them''
''That would be weird''he chuckled.
Ugh, he was cute as hell.
''Why?''
''Because I don´t want to kiss your brothers, it's not the same''
Wow, what a sudden change.
The phrase was stupid, a reach even, but you couldn´t help but blush and huff right after, annoyed that such a simple thing made you nervous.
''Who says you are going to kiss me?''you challenged.
''I didn't say that I will, I said that I want to''the smartass tone in his voice made you want to punch him and also devour his lips.
''Oh, shut up''
''I mean, I can''somehow in the cutest fucking way possible, he put his arms up showing he wanted peace and then, smiling, he looked at you side eyed and dropped a bomb ''You can shut me up yourself''
This guy definitely wanted to make you go feral, and he was so fucking smart about it too.
So, in an effort to control the situation and win, you did shut him up, so unexpectedly that he took a couple seconds to register that your lips were on his. Eyes open and hands still in the air until he realized.
Kissing Sakusa was exciting, fresh, slow but so damn good. He smiled into the kiss, making you do the same when his hands rested on your hips.
''You should've kissed me yesterday''you said, looking up at him with a pout.
''I didn´t know that you liked me back, I was nervous''he responded, laughing.
''Well, now you do''
''So, date later?''he was having too much fun with this.
''Let me think about it''you joked, kissing him again.
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dearieshima · 2 years
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DOMESTIC DISPUTES — small, soft, and domestic quarrels they have with you.
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. kuroo tetsuroū x reader, oikawa toru x reader, iwaizumi haijme x reader, miya atsumu x reader (SEPARATELY)
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. fem!reader, children mentioned in both of atsumu's and kuroo's passages, fluff, domestic, time skip au, I studied how atsumu talks for like an hour and I think I failed the assignment anyways, chaos/crack, kinda got lazy at his part too, a little ooc iwaizumi, also I noticed that iwaizumi's part has a line that looks suggestive... It's not, but you guys can interpret it in any way you want idrc
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𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐔,
Leaving out the most important factor; the kids.
You understood the situation. Since your labor began shortly after two in the morning, the ride to the hospital was rather quiet due to everyone's fatigue. It was just a touch too quiet, so quiet that you could hear the crunching cry of the tires passing over the pebbles.
Silence fills the two car seats behind you when you expected to hear tiny mumblings. You didn't understand that part.
"Tets, why is it so quiet?"
"Would you like some music playing for you?" he asks, casually turning the radio on without thinking too much about it. You grab his hand.
"No, Tetsuroū, why is it so quiet?"
He glances over at you with eyebrows dragged downward, trying to decipher what you meant. Seeing the rearview mirror, his eyes briefly studied it before returning to the road. A flinch follows, and he looks again, this time examining the back seats more carefully before fully pivoting his head towards them.
"...Fu— Shit," he blurts out.
"Tets, please don't tell me you forgot to get the kids. Tetsuroū?"
He doesn't answer. Unbelievable.
"Tetsuroū! Oh my g—"
"You said to not tell you so I wasn't!!"
"Oh my god, I'm in labor— don't turn around!!!" You screeched as he made an illegal U-turn, resulting in thousands of furious honks from motorists.
"Well, I— I can't just leave two toddlers alone by themselves!"
"Then just call bokuto or kenma!!"
"That's a fire hazard!!"
"TETSUROŪ!"
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𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔,
waking up.
In terms of getting out of bed, Oikawa is the absolute worst. In all honesty, why the hell does he have an alarm if he's just going to wake up late anyway?
A sharp six a.m. wake-up signalizes the beginning of your suffering. You groan and shake him awake with the squeal of his vibrating phone rapping on your wooden nightstand. You find it annoying to be forcibly awakened at six in the morning when today is your day off, but you can simply drift back to sleep when it's off.
Your voice was heavy with exhaustion as you pleaded with Toru to turn off his alarm. A minute passes before he lazily switches the alarm off and retreats to his dream world, mumbling something incoherent as he does so.
You only have five minutes of rest when the second alarm goes off. Apparently, he snoozed it and now you were getting pissed.
"Oh my god, Toru, turn off your fucking alarm, dude," you groused in anger, becoming hostile. Your shoving becomes gradually harsher the more you have to wake up on his account.
The pillow beneath his face swallows his voice as he grumbles, "Why can't you do it yourself?"
"For one thing, I don't want you to be late, and two, it shouldn't be my job!" You hissed, growing increasingly enraged as you had to speak over the music that you're pretty sure is slowly getting louder the more it's left on.
He peaks above the mountain of fluffiness to just roll his eyes at you (and god, you want to choke him) before swiping again and the ringer is no more.
As if to annoy you, he snarls, "Happy?" Before ducking his head back onto his pillow.
You huff. You're agitated, a little sweaty, and maybe not as sleepy as you were before, but you're satisfied that you got your way.
You lay back down and allow your head to hit the pillow. Just as you were about to shut your eyes, his ringer goes off. The rest of the night is a total blur.
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𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄,
when it's time to leave.
"I'm leaving!" Iwaizumi yells out, sliding his feet into a pair of Park Avenue shoes.
"Wait, you forgot your tie!" you shout to him as you hurry to catch him before he opens the door.
His neck is fastened with a tie, which you adjusted so it was not uncomfortable. You'd choose a green one that would nicely collaborate with his eye pigment. After you finished, you inserted a silver clip that displayed a volleyball in front of it.
His plan for today was to attend a meeting rather than attend to injuries. Though it might not be one of your wifely duties when you married him, you always felt the need to make sure he looked more than presentable on these days.
As you tugged on his tie to meet his lips, you muttered a quick, "Have fun."
"Meetings aren't fun," he replies in between smooches. "I think we're going into decline."
Despite your attempt to pull back smoothly because you noted that this was taking a lifetime, he hauls you back in.
"Mhm, don't... say that," you paused because his lips lingered on yours for a moment longer than the rest before they began pecking you once again.
You tapped his cheek, "Haji, you need to go."
"Why are you in a hurry to get rid of me?" He says as he busses the corner of your lip.
"You said you were going in decline—" he pecks your cupid's bow, "—might make it easier for themselves... And fire you on the spot even if you're a minute late."
"Doesn't really matter to me, baby."
"Then how would you care for... You're housewife if you don't bring home the banknotes?"
"I can take care of you with just myself."
You giggled, "goodbye, Haji."
As he lets his lips rest on yours for a few more moments, he leads both of you (still connected) to the door where his hand scurries to find its knob deposited somewhere on the flat surface.
Once the door is opened, he attempts to remove himself from you. A final kiss is placed on your forehead before he locks the door behind him to keep you both from being contacted again.
It is possible to find Iwaizumi quite stern, reserved, and hard to look at sometimes, but you cherish those moments just as you cherish these, too.
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𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔,
who spoils the kids more?
Atsumu frowned when he noticed the opulent plate that he had prepared for you that night remain spotless. You weren't eating because you were distracted, but it isn't a phone that prevents you from enjoying the delicious meal, but the baby wiggling in you in your arms.
Atsumu grumbles, a pout idling below his bottom lip. "Babe, ya need to eat now or your dinner is going to go cold. Plus, I made yer favorite."
When you side-eye him, you say, "Well if you weren't so congenial to Aoi, we wouldn't have this problem. He's absolutely dependant on touch; if he's not held by somebody, he'll freak out— we can't even lay in our own bed by ourselves."
The pout on Atsumu's face worsened, "I didn't make him that way."
"Atsumu, when he first arrived, you did not put him down once. When I got you to finally do so, you were the one to throw a temper tantrum."
His sigh suggests he acknowledges the merit in every single point you made, but remains butthurt and doesn't make any attempt to admit as much.
The young boy is tugged from your arms and cradled in his.
"Give him to me and finish eatin'," he says, the dissent he expressed to your accusations slowly evaporating. Rolling your eyes, you squabble with him a bit more until the rumble in your stomach limits you from continuing and you turned to eat the delicious food plated in front of you.
"Mommy thinks I spoil you too much," Atsumu whispers, announcing it loudly to your ears, "think that it's wrong just to show how much I love you. I think she's just jealous."
He blows a raspberry on Aoi's cheek, delighting in his squeals of laughter. Then he mumbles something about a stinky diaper, and shortly after, you hear the wail of your child you assume had been put down to be changed.
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shimamitsu · 5 months
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however i do think that oikawa would love to see people talking about him like he's some kinda paradox or mistery to solve. he'd be like yes... i'm so intriguing and hard to decipher
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ohtokki · 2 years
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gravitational pull
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pairing: matsukawa issei x gn!reader
synopsis: matsukawa issei doesn't realize the chain of events he's about to set off when he enters your orbit. 
genre: fluff
wc: 1.9k
warning: swearing (once!)
notes: give me university!au or give me death. not beta'd, the usual. iwaizumi x reader if you squint?
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matsukawa issei is a bit of a menace. you don't remember exactly when he managed to bully his way into your life, but you do know that the middle blocker is annoying. 
"psst, hey."
he leans forward, draping his arms across the top of the seat next to you. the familiar scent of his cologne wafts over you. it's a distinct smell you associate with mattsun. and it smells like trouble. 
he watches with mild amusement when your hand falters, though you don't stop taking notes. instead, you lean back in your seat and cast a furtive glance at him whispering, "what?" there's no heat in your voice, but mattsun knows you hate being distracted in class. 
the lights in the auditorium are dimmed as your professor lectures with the overhead projector, his scrawl almost discernible on the transparency sheets. it takes all of your focus to decipher the scrawl and you give it the old college try to ignore mattsun and makki shooting paper footballs at each other from their desks in your periphery. 
he points to your notebook, "can I borrow your chem notes from last class?"
you sigh. this has become a common occurrence lately, with mattsun choosing to sit near you and ask you for notes. 
normally, you're hesitant to lend out your notes. it reminds you of all the missing pens and pencils of your childhood, despite the promise of return. but to your surprise, mattsun dutifully returns your notes. though not without leaving doodles in the margins. he's considerate enough to leave them in pencil, although you refuse to erase them. you joking hang up his pièce de résistance on your mini-fridge one day. your favorite doodle is the godzilla drawn in iwaizumi's likeness. 
"fine, but you owe me coffee," you throw a pointed look at mattsun. 
"–and not that shitty coffee from the student center! i want a fancy latte for my troubles." 
"alright, alright." with a lazy smile, mattsun raises his hands to placate you. "it's a deal."
suddenly, a rogue paper football flies behind mattsun's head and hits you square on the forehead. you see oikawa and iwaizumi's shoulders moving with silent laughter. makki hides a grin behind his fist at your deadpan glare. 
it takes all of your willpower not to launch yourself across the seats and throttle makki. but you close your eyes and let out a deep exhale. remember that you're getting coffee, you remind yourself. sweet, sweet coffee. 
the lights turn back on, and class is over. 
but mattsun doesn't stop at classes. 
no, mattsun slowly finds himself in your orbit. gravitating towards you, with his friends in tow.  
mattsun is initially drawn to your quietness, making teasing remarks here and there to gauge your reactions. it's more-so for his own amusement and not because he thinks it's kind of cute when you look flustered at his expense. 
but he's pleasantly surprised when you fire back witty remarks once you've warmed up to him and his friends. some of your comments are so off the cuff that has him clutching his sides in laughter, even if it is at his own expense. 
the boys live down the hall from you, and you're no stranger to their antics. they're known as the seijoh four, having gone to high school together. 
oikawa. iwaizumi. hanamaki. matsukawa. 
menaces, every last one of them. 
you've been caught in the crossfire of their nerf gun wars, having to leap and duck behind furniture to avoid getting hit while shouting, "get down mr. president!" the boys were unrelenting, pelting each other with darts. oikawa uses this opportunity to ham up the theatrics, sweeping his hand to his forehead and dramatically saying, “i’ve been hit! oh, go on without me.” you complained about it being unfair that they spent most of their lives playing first-person shooter games, but you ended up buying your own nerf gun. the boys would be your target practice, so you've hidden it in your desk drawer where you can reach for it. you remember catching iwaizumi off-guard once, brandishing the nerf gun and saying in a low voice, “someone call an ambulance, but not for me.”
you've witnessed their prank wars, and even participated in them. you remember mattsun and makki giddily running into your room with tubes of clear plastic wrap and aluminum foil, telling you to hurry up and help them before oikawa comes back from class. divide and conquer. the three of you make quick work of wrapping oikawa's desk and chair in foil. and iwaizumi can't help but shake his head and laugh when you suggest clear wrapping the toilet seat too. "you brutes!" oikawa's indignant shriek was absolutely worth it as he chases you down the hall. 
eventually, they seek you out more often. and it's only a matter of time before your name is associated with theirs.  
mattsun invites you to play video games with them, crammed together on their futon couch. the two of you like to bully oikawa's character in super smash bros. makki teaches you to play pool and (unsuccessfully) tries to convince you to become a pool hustler. iwaizumi becomes your designated study buddy and the two of you have compiled a lengthy list of the best local cafes for study dates. oikawa loves when you come over for spa night with sheet masks and fluffy headbands. he thinks it's a miracle you can convince iwa-chan to wear one. and of course, selfies are a must. 
it feels official when they finally invite you to their group chat (besties 5ever) and you're officially stuck with them.
"hey, you up?" mattsun lazily drawls, poking his head into your room and gently rapping his knuckles on the wooden door. 
"yeah," you stifle a snort at his question, before shifting in your desk chair to face him. "what's up?" 
mattsun likes that he can talk to you about anything. even if you're working, you'll indulge him whenever he visits. he saunters in and takes his usual spot on the rug next to you. 
since you keep your door open whenever you're home, mattsun visits you frequently. he'll poke his head into your room whenever he wants to chat about light topics, heavy topics, and everything in-between. 
and today's topic? ghosts. 
"do you believe in ghosts?" mattsun asks, lightly tracing nonsensical patterns along the rug with his finger. 
"yeah," you nod, absently playing with a loose thread on your sweatshirt sleeve. "i've seen one."
"bullshit!" 
you lean forward and you drop your voice to a conspiratorial whisper, "dude, i swear. it was a little girl too." you wiggle your fingers at him, “oooh, scary!”
mattsun shivers, rubbing his hands up and down his arms. "that gives me the heebie-jeebies."
at that exact moment, the books on your top shelf topple over. 
the two of you jolt up, too stunned to move or speak. a beat passes before mattsun clambers up from the floor and dusts himself off, "welp, that was absolutely terrifying. and for that reason, i'm out." 
you grab his arm, before he can escape. "wait, wait, wait, don't leave me with...with that!" you gesture wildly in the air. 
mattsun grabs your hand and tugs, pulling you up. "ok fine scaredy-cat, but we are not staying here."
when the two of you retreat into the hallway, mattsun fishes into his pocket. he dangles his set of car keys in front of you with a smirk. "let's go for a midnight drive." 
paranormal activity aside, night drives become  a routine for you and mattsun. a way to take your nightly chats on a more scenic route. to step away from the hustle and bustle of campus to just breathe. 
mattsun loves night drives with you. it's always an adventure and comes to find out that you have immaculate music taste. he wipes away a single, imaginary tear from the corner of his eye when you announce that you've made a playlist specifically for your drives. "these songs made me think of you–of us. and what's a night drive without jams?"
your destinations always vary.  
sometimes you'll drive to the park. this is where he tells you about the heavy weight on his shoulders. he airs out his worries as the two of you walk along the dirt paths, half-listening to the crunch of gravel beneath your feet. you listen thoughtfully and offer warm words of encouragement. eventually you get chilly and have to turn back towards the car. mattsun teases you about not remembering to bring a jacket, though he'll always offer his hoodie. "pre-warmed," he jokes. even without his hoodie, his shoulders feel lighter. 
sometimes you'll visit a playground. this is where he tells you about his hopes and dreams. you convince mattsun to crawl inside the playground area with you, giggling as he struggles to fit his long limbs. once you maneuver him inside, you're pressed against his side as he talks about his ideal future and the future happiness he wishes for himself and his younger siblings. the two of you imagine his dream house, car, and pet. you like to think mattsun would own a purse dog, comically tucked under his arm. "um actually, any dog can be a purse dog." 
other nights, you visit the pagoda circle at the other end of the park. this is where he starts to have a change of heart. the pagoda circle is a bandstand that sits undisturbed on an island in the middle of a small lake. it's a pretty view and probably his favorite place to just simply think. the two of you sit side-by-side on one of the benches on the outer perimeter of the lake, admiring the moon's reflection on the still water. he leans his head back and closes his eyes, letting his mind wander to the ambient sounds of the night.
it creeps up on him, but he becomes hyper-aware of the warmth your body gives off (thanks to his jacket), and how the wind musses up your hair so he takes the opportunity to smooth it out with his hand (though he tries not to let his touch linger), and how if he really wanted to...he could reach out and rest his hand on top of yours on the bench (but he won't). 
even though he really, really wants to hold your hand under the guise of comparing hand sizes. no matter how cliché. 
his fingers twitch. it's these intrusive thoughts that make him nervous around you. but you're just a friend... right? a close friend. he's spilled his deepest secrets, his hopes, and his dreams to you over the course of the year. of course, he gravitates towards you. you're practically one of his best friends. 
but he can still feel the tips of his ears burning, just thinking about holding your hand. or even lending you his hoodies more frequently. or wanting to be the first person you share news with, good or bad. or even how he selfishly wants your attention, your affection. how he wants you to call him issei, a glimpse to a more intimate side of him. he worries that you can hear his heart thudding loudly against his chest, against his ears, betraying his usual bored look. 
but he's not quite ready to take that step. not quite ready to make ripples on the calm surface of your friendship. instead, he'll wait just a little longer to muster up his courage. 
because right now, he's just content to be in your orbit. 
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depressed-avocado · 2 years
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daisuga stalker au
tw:// dark themes || stalking
suga thought that he had just imagined the dark shadow always creeping around him whenever he goes outside on his job or errands, but incriminating evidences crop up eventually and they all point towards the nice neighbourhood cop, daichi.
at first, daichi had been an unimpressive persona in his life. they met on the annual career day held for his elementary students; daichi was just another cop among the dozens that were invited to evoke patriotism and professionalism in children.
his eyes met with daichi's for a split second and there was nothing more to it. totally prosaic events. later that very evening, suga was aware of footsteps following his every trek as he commuted from work to home, echos of his own steps ringing in his year, always 2 seconds behind.
it was difficult to decipher the origins of the sound, for the subway is a congested area, but he couldn't deduce his follower even in open area. he chalked it up as a disastrous mix of overimaginative brain and the hordes of crime thrillers he had been consuming and went off to sleep, peaceful like a baby.
for a couple weeks nothing seemed to change until suddenly he stayed up all night, unable to shake off the impending doom of someone watching him. it was like a TV program he watched on a woman with OCD, who'd check her door bolts twenty times each night.
suga faced a wave of fear thrumming through him each night, scutunised and examined like a pair of cameras were focused on him and him only.
he preferred to keep his windows open to let in proper ventilation and have a small amount of light so that he won't be bathed in eerie darkness allnight, but when his errant mind started hallucinating images of petrifying, blood-dreched faces of gasping women with unruly black hairs all over her face peeking through those very windows, he gave in and closed the curtains.
for some time, he still throught that a garganton monster with a severed head or a witch with no legs is just waiting at the threshold of his room, ready to pounce on him. suga hated the darkness. as a kid, he often imagined dire creatures out to get him, mind conjuring the most gruesome images and so once again like with the footsteps, suga blamed the uneasy feeling of being /watched/ on his crippling anxiety.
until he reached an evidence, that he could no longer censure on a fragment on his mind.
it was a note, stained and muddy, left on his doorstep. a small size times roman font glared at him from where he held the paper in his trembling hands.
"i love the way you curl up when you sleep, darling."
indeed, with the note was attached a picture of suga in a fetal position, unsuspecting and pure, on his bed.
he couldn't ignore the blaring sounds any longer. the very same day, he lodged a complain with the police. officer sawamura seemed promising and earnest, and his eager yet disciplined eyes led suga to believe that his FIR was in safe hands. something seemed a bit... off though.
over the next days, he received many notes ranging from
"the way you sneezed when you smelled those daisies was so cute, baby,"
to
"damn, i watched you shower yesterday. what would i not give to lick your armpits and trace your belly with my tongue".
attached with almost each note were evidences that these claims weren't unrefuted.
suga grew panicked but each time officer sawamura claimed that he had the situation under control and true to his words, two security guards were installed outside his door at all times.
the notes stopped.
to take him mind off the whole stalking crisis, his best friends atsumu and oikawa begged him to go on a long distance drive to the country side to visit atsumu's old senpai and oikawa's fiancee and he obliged.
throughout the trip, he never felt the suffocating gaze and resounding footsteps he had become so acomousted to it was liberating, really. when roaming through the local fairs on his own, confident that his stalker had lost his trail, he bumped into officer sawamura.
"i didn't know you were visiting the countryside too, officer!", suga felt a twinge of annoyance, looking at the cop's nonchalance at the case. he felt that the man wasn't really working to capture the criminal and now look at him horsing around on vacation!
"ah, i came to visit my grandma's tomb. its her first death anniversary, you know.", sawamura eyes were so sad that suga instantly felt regret at judging the mourning man so soon.
"why don't you come in for some tea. kita san did say guests are welcome, officer."
"please call me daichi, sugawara-san. i am not on duty."
"only if you call me suga."
they both smiled and suga was so caught up in daichi's many stories of his cases, that he just forgot to ask how his own stalking case has come along, until they were back on the road to Miyagi, daichi graciously letting him ride shotgun on his car, as atsumu and oukawa wanted to stay behind a little longer.
slowly slowly, the stalking incidents started to diminish and then completely disappear, just like how suga's feelings for daichi started awakening like a flower blooming from a bud, till he couldn't keep it in any longer.
daichi had became one of his best friends since the trip and they met for coffee atleast once every week, but something in the back of his mind still clawed like a rabid dog at his consciousness. he ignored it.
one day, daichi confessed to him on his own accord and suga felt joy burst through him. even when daichi softly stroked his cheeks and kissed him gently, the blaring alarms in his mind didn't cease their warning sirens. six monthes later, he moved in with daichi and they were as happy as a clam.
ofcourse, there had been odd moments like daichi knowing about his oyster allergy without suga recollecting that he ever told him that and the fact that daichi somehow already understood his early morning routine and don't mind how dark and intense his eyes somehow turned, but hey maybe daichi is just good at guessing things.
during spring cleaning, when daichi was drafted off to another city, suga found a small box in the storeroom, the likes of which he had never seen before. he shou6dk probably wait for daichi but curiousity gripped him in a vice and he broke open the box
inside were perhaps hundreds of his photos, all candid and in a state of unawareness, in his old house, back when his hair was closely cropped to his head. a quick glance around the room showed him a typewriter, with some notes exactly like the ones he was so afraid of once tucked carefully in the box along with some objects.
his socks, his fucking bathroom scrub, his used deodorant sticks and other items which he had lost over the period of the stalking reign.
suga's heart sped up, like a wild animal's who's prey.
daichi, the love of his life, the man he trusted his world with, was his stalker.
a low, cynical laugh escaped him.
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jotatetsuken · 2 years
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How about 18 for kuroo?
Thank you nonnie for asking me this!! I've been having a Tetsuro brainrot (then again, when don’t I have a Tetsuro brainrot hehe) and y'all know how much I love him hehe. So here's some Tetsuro Kuroo headcanons :D also, manga spoilers under the cut. Also, bear with me that this is a long post, but I love him, and I need to give him the exposition he deserves ♥️
@mrskenmakozume @quirrrky @beware-of-the-rogue @saltyvanilla @hyeque @tetsoorou @oikawas-milk-bread
Character Headcanon Asks
18) Special talents they have
Hmm....we know that Kuroo goes to 3-4 in 2012, which basically means that he goes for college prep classes, which means academically he’s very smart, even though otherwise he’s a big dork who loves to play volleyball. It’s given that his athleticism leaves you in awe. I mean, according to chapter 318 in the manga, he played soccer along with volleyball as a kid. But I believe one of the ways he’s attained the good height that he has, is because he also played basketball, and I reckon he was very good on the defense side, aka, a good point guard. Oh, and there’s a post in Tumblr that does a beautiful job of exposition of chapter 318, if y’all wanna know, this is the post.
In this, there’s a particular manga panel, where Kenma’s father asks Kuroo as to why he doesn’t invite Kenma to play soccer with him, and Kuroo replies that “when Kenma decides he likes something, he pours his soul into it.” He’s good at reading people, everyone. He was shy growing up and had difficulty communicating, and my headcanon of another special talent that he had psychology as one of his subjects growing up, causing him to be able to understand why people think the way they think.
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Which brings me to another special talent: he’s great at debates. He seems like a researcher to me. So, I believe he’s good at taking a stance on something and coming up with great points for speaking and for rebuttal.
I have other points in mind too, like:
If he were to be in a band, he’d either be a drummer or a guitarist, ‘cause he’d be good at deciphering how the song begins and come up with a riff or a drumming tune accordingly.
He may be good in chemistry (cue docosahexeanoic acid), but I can argue that he’s better in maths and eventually economics (I know I made the same argument for Suguru Geto, but this is in accordance with Kuroo’s timeskip job)
To attribute to his dorky side of things, he kind of reminds me of my cousin who used to do this: burp out the alphabets, but here, Kuroo would burp out the elements of the periodic table XD
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ghxstlibrary · 1 year
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𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗠𝗘.
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🜸 mads. h!him. black. nineteen. leo. avatar enthusiast. busy.
[ᶻᶻᶻ] — I like : reading; writing; studying; watching movies; deciphering poems; late night walks; deep talks; understanding people; romance; thriller movies; witchcraft; learning about religions; MUSIC.
[ᶻᶻᶻ] — I dislike : people who think they’re always right; hypocrites; adults who act like they weren’t children; loud crowds; people who don’t hold their favs accountable; people who keep secrets; ATTENTION SEEKERS.
more coming soon !
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𝗙𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗦.
JJK — yuuji. GOJO. megumi. choso. TOJI. maki. todo. nobara.
MHA — ALL MIGHT. shigaraki. DABI. hawks. midnight. kirishima. SERO. katsuki. izuku.
AOT — ARMIN. jean. connie. EREN. sasha. REINER. mikasa (?). ANNIE. levi.
DCU — JASON. harley. BRUCE. CLARK. diana. black canary. ivy. GREEN LANTERN.
HAIKYUU — IWAIZAMA. oikawa. kageyama. USHIJIMA. TENDOU. suna. ATSUMU. osamu.
GENSHIN — zhongli. KAEYA. diluc. childe. BEIDOU. xingyang.
AVATAR — NEYTIRI. JAKE. tuktirey. kiri. NETEYAM. ao’nung. LOAK. TSIREYA. ronal. TONOWARI. spider.
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pridewon · 2 years
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@deepsets​ said:  just grabs iwaizumis hand and holds it, even interlacing their fingers. homework should be done but oikawas bored ): pay attention to me iwa-chan
His attention snaps from his English homework, his hand snatched from the table upon which it had been resting, fingers quietly drumming aganst the wood as he tried to commit those irregular verbs to memory. English is one of his most important subjects, if he is to sustain any hope of attending Nippon Taiiku Daigaku come the next academic year - if he doesn’t ace this upcoming exam, he might be in trouble. Hajime has never really been much of an academic, but his grades are good, when he puts in the work. And for this one goal of his: hell yeah, he’ll put in the work.
Until Oikawa decides to distract him, of course.
His attention snaps away from his English homework, and to the nuisance/diva/perpetual concern sitting on the chair opposite his - half slouched over his own homework, boredom painted all over the delicate features that make all the girls at school swoon (a mystery, really), and fingers now entwined with his, keeping them hostage and prisoners, probably until he relents and gives them the attention they want. 
It’s how the music goes since they were kids. Whatever Iwaizumi is up to, whatever he’s doing; there is always a part of his attention and consciousness tethered to what/how Oikawa is doing; and alertedness Oikawa can claim as solely theirs and does so under the guise of attention craving/bad jokes/teasing. Sometimes, Iwaizumi can tell it is genuine; other times, he wonders if Oikawa doesn’t do things just to test if that constant attention to them still holds up. Despite the years, despite the arguments, the conflicts - are you still paying attention, Iwa-chan? 
And the answer is Of course he is.
Matsukawa and Hanamaki have taken to calling it the Iwaizumi paradox. The Iwaizumi paradox is threefold: 1. Iwaizumi claims Oikawa annoys him. 2. Iwaizumi constantly threatens to abandon/ditch Oikawa somewhere or ignores their whining. 3. Iwaizumi always answers Oikawa’s calls for him/his time/his attention. 
Yeah. It’s a whole thing. Matsukawa and Hanamaki point out it doesn’t make sense. Iwaizumi knows it doesn’t make sense, and doesn’t think it has to make sense for anyone but him and Oikawa. 
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Oikawa keeps looking at him, and Iwaizumi looks back. Oikawa keeps playing with his fingers, and Hajime wonders if there is an unspoken question there that he’s supposed to decipher, in this loud (yet comfortable) silence they both drape themselves in. Iwaizumi looks back... and pokes a finger into Oikawa’s cheek. “What do you want, Shittykawa? I’m trying to work here.” 
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sadcrxissant · 2 years
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Hiya bestie 💜 i just wanted to check in on you 😊. I really miss you 🥺💗. I'm still not back. I just think about you daily (not in a creepy way)my exam is on July 20. I'm using the browser version. As soon as my exam is completed, i will be back. I love you so much and take care<3! I really like the energy you give out, yk your vibe. It's very similar to mine. I want to get you know better 🥺. I feel like we would be very best friends. I should focus more on my studies 😭. One of my favourite authors hmt (honeymilktea) is going to create a discord server ,so I'm going to install discord again for that . Adfgghjn okay enough of me talking your ear off. Pls check out her work, deciphered, it's a hq street racing Oikawa FF. It's soooooo good I'm telling you. It's on Wattpad and AO3 if you want to check it out! It's ongoing, only 2 chapters remaining for completion. If you decide to read it,tell me how was it! okay ttyl,love. Byee 💖
Omfg I'm so sorry I haven't seen your ask 😭😭 I MISS YOU TOO!!! I hope school isn't too hard for u 😟 sending so much love and kisses your way. Omg same?!?!? Like u match my vibe sm I cannot get u out of my head 😗 I stalk ur acc to check if you've posted anything and get sad when you don't sigh 🤕 I LOVE YOU SM ASWELL OWNDMANSMHA AND I AGREE WITH OUR VIBES MATCHING!!! Omg honeymilktea YES I'VE HEARD OF HER, I'VE READ A FIC A THINK AND HER NAME RINGS A BELL BUT I SWEAR I CAN'T REMEMBER. I WILL READ IT FOR U LOVE MWA MWA. I love tou too!! Study hard and ace that test alr???? I'll always be on tumblr for u 😔❤️❤️
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yesidosimp · 2 years
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𝐒𝐩𝐲!𝐎𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
Warning: sexual content, kidnapping, human trafficking, murder, assassins/spies/mafias, bondage, (istg the fic is not even that bad but sayin all these things makes it sound horrible.)
(Everything is in oikawa's pov)
Another box checked of the list, that would be all he was.
But usually he wouldn’t mind that. Oikawa Toru was a spy for the National Japanese Crime Association. He was a representative for Miyagi with his other subordinates. He loved his job and everything it included but something was missing in his life. Although the tall specimen never had problems getting girls. (I mean look at him 😩) He always felt used by the end of it
Either the girl would get too suspicious of him having to work constantly and so much. Or they got tired of his lack of commitment. Or they simply saw him as another guy checked of from their list to fuck with. And Oikawa would be genuine with most of them but that proved to be wrong. Around the start of his career as head of Aoba Johsai he too decided that he should just fuck around because a relationship at this point would be unachieveable. Also he’s in the prime of his life. At only 19, he proved to be one of the best spies corporate had seen, so now at 24, he shouldn’t worry about relationships. He has the rest of his life to get some love. Right now, he wants to work his way to the top and become the best spy of miyagi, then the best of Japan, and while we��re being ambitious let’s just become the best worldwide! He wants his name, his code name, to be feared.
He was Oikawa Toru, normal office job worker by day but at night he would become Asmodeus. Prince of all demons and being that twists all sexual desires. Ofcourse that wasn’t really his power. It was mainly a name he came up with to look cool. Truth to be told when he first started, at age 18 he wanted to sound like a ladies’ magnet. So he came up with the name Asmodeus from some random demon anime he once watched. He did regret it immediately but, unfortunately for him, wasn’t able to change it. Though he came to not entirely despise the name. Especially after people started whispering about ‘Asmodeus striking again’.
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Oikawa was in the elevator of his office. He pushed in a combination of numbers until a light sparked. To the public this might seem like a normal office but for the people of the Association it was their headquarters. They wouldn’t be there all the time, that would make it too easy to decipher that it wasn’t what it seemed to be. But Oikawa had to be there today. He had to return important intel and it it were to get lost or destroyed his head would literally be rolling. He walked out of the elevator and through a corridor that let to an office with foggy glass doors. He knocked twice and then walked inside.
“I’m back~” Oikawa says in a sing song voice.
“Oh wow you get back faster every time.” His commander said.
“You know what I always say, ‘if you’re gonna hit it, hit it till it breaks.’” He smirks.
“Yes. You actually came right on time. I have another mission for you.”
“What is it?” Oikawa asks with hungry eyes. He’s always been eager to work more and get better, to get closer to his goal.
“Karasuno-“
“No” Oikawa looked annoyed.
Oikawa had had a past with Karasuno. His junior Kageyama Tobio had left his squad to go there instead because they could’ve ‘offered him better learning experiences’. Don’t get him wrong now, Oikawa didn’t like Kageyama, no, he despised him. But he didn’t want him to leave because now Karasuno would know about Seijoh’s tactics, trainings and more. He hated the little punk for being such a genius, for trying to surpass him. So no way in hell was Oikawa going to help the squad that’s trying to out-shine his own.ˋˋ
“Listen Asmodeus, I know this might get personal but you know as well as I that that shouldn’t be an excuse.”
Oikawa sighed.
“Besides, I chose u specifically for this mission because I thought it might interest you.”
“Ugh, whatever. Tell me the gist” Oikawa said disinterested. Trying to be as polite as he could thinking about his annoying junior.
“Karasuno’s newbie spies Kageyama Tobio and Hinata Shoyo were sent on a fairly easy mission. They were supposed to just collect data on the street but were kidnapped on their mission.”
Oikawa let out a laugh. “Two ‘spies’ were kidnapped? Seriously?” Oikawa sighed in disappointment and amusement.
“Yes, but more importantly, they were able to send a last signal with the tracker before all connections broke off. That was the location they were at which seemed to be very close to the famous Tokyo yakuza we’ve been trac-“
“Yūdokuna Bara?!” Oikawa interrupted him.
Oikawa has a past with the Yūdokuna Bara, his reaction might’ve revealed that. When he was only 14 years old his dad got murdered by them. Back in the day his dad also worked for the corporation as a spy. Although Oikawa would only realise this years later. He felt so hopeless by his murder that even as a teenager he tried to get more information on what had happened with his father. Eventually he came into contact with another spy, who wasn’t doing a good job and has gotten their identity revealed. With this Oikawa found out he was the son to a former spy that was murdered because of the famous Tokyo gang ‘Yūdokuna Bara’. Back then they were smaller than now but they were still a great threat. Still knowing this wasn’t enough to soothe the pain in his heart. So he became a spy to not only continue his father’s legacy but to also be able to one day take revenge.
“Indeed. So this would be a win for you. Not only do you get to save your previous junior but you also get a chance to investigate at their hideout. Make sure to deliver any intel you may get from there.”
“Yes sir!!” Oikawa answered sternly.
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Oikawa was now on his way to the hideout. His plan was easy,
Step 1: get familiar with the scenery. He had to blend in, considering the hideout was somewhere along a fancy bar that wouldn’t be so hard on him. He already looked stunning and rich so that would be a piece of cake.
Step 2: Try to associate with all the important looking men around the place. Connections are important.
Step 3: At this point he should’ve found some clues on where Karasuno’s boys should be. But he should lay low just to be sure.
Step 4: Laugh in Tobio-chan’s face about how dumb he is for getting catched and don’t forget to annoy chibi-chan as wel.
Lastly step 5: return to the hideout with the mission succesful and some intel on the Yūdokuna Bara. And maybe punch a yakuza or 2-
He walked into the bar and looked around. It was quite big, looking more like a club. The windows were covered with the same foggy look that the doors at corporate had. Probably so no one uninvited would witness anything they shouldn’t. The walls were a dark rose color, almost giving it an old vibe if it wasn’t for the quite modern bar. The chairs and tables were decent, nothing special. He went to the front on took a seat on one of the bar chairs.
"What ya want mate?" The bartender asked him.
"What’d ya recommend?" He had a relaxed smile on his face.
"I’d recommend one of those bitches there. Then again you’ll be broke before you could actually order a drink if u do." He mocked him.
Oikawa scoffed. "A margarita."
The bartender went on and made his drink while Oikawa looked around some more.
‘One of these bastards knows who killed dad. And I’ll be damned if I won’t know who by the end of this mission.’
His drink got shoved towards him and he takes it smoothly. This was not going to be easy but what mission ever was.
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3 days, it had been 3 days and Oikawa has yet to find out who would led him to the Yūdokuna Bara. He sighed, getting tired of it all.
‘If I’m here anyways I might as well try to have some fun. There have been quite fine ladies coming. And there’s nothing wrong with trying to get some information out of them.’
As if called by the heavens a woman came to sit in the chair next to Oikawa. He smirked as he eyed her ordering a drink.
“And what is a fine lady like yourself doing on a night like this one?” He had asked, she giggled and Oikawa smirked.
“I’m waiting for my appointment.” She said.
“Oh my, who would dare let such a beautiful woman wait. They must be out of their mind.” She giggled again.
‘Bingo’ Oikawa thought.
“Well you know how it is, or maybe you wouldn’t. I bet guys as pretty as you would be the one letting the other wait.” She blushed a bit when she had said that.
“I could never. And definitely not when I’d know someone like you.” She got quiet for a moment her eyes analysing his. She widened them a bit but nothing out of the ordinary. Girls would always bend their backs for him, so he wasn’t too surprised by the slight giggle or gasp she’d always leave.
“You’re truly too kind sir…” She smiled softly.
“Why don’t you and I go out instead?" He made another move. She was in thought for a minute eyeing him carefully.
"You know what? Fuck it, if my date couldn’t be appreciative enough to come on time I might as well enjoy the night.” She smiled
‘And she’s mine, at least tonight.’ He thought
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Oikawa woke up with a slight headache. The girl had been foolish enough to let him sleep at her place. After all the fun from last night Oikawa could've sworn she was a stupid teenager in the body of a woman. She let him do whatever he wanted, not questioning a thing. He was so confused by it but you won't ask too many questions during sex anyways. He just made sure the girl would never forget him.
He wasted no time looking around the place. After he dressed up he walked up to the kitchen. He noticed an all too familiar symbol. It was a skull with deep red roses for eyes on a letter. Oikawa's eyes lit up. He was about to take a closer look but suddenly heard knocking. He had to think quick and planted a bug underneath the kitchen counter. He quickly found a window to escape from and made his way out.
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Oikawa was currently in his hotel listening to the bug. For the past hour nothing interesting happened. Also the person who knocked at the door was allegedly the mailman. He was a little irritated at the lack of news. But he was also happy that he was on the right path.
After a while though it seemed like the girl had some visitors. The voices appeared to get louder meaning that they got very close to the kitchen. Oikawa was happy the voices were clearer.
"So what have you been up to?" A masculine deep voice spoke.
"You know, the usual." The girl he slept with said.
"Being a slut?"
"Excuse you! I'd have you know I was busy gathering Intel!"
"While jumping on his dick or what?"
"Ugh whatever." She finaly admitted defeat.
"How can you even be sure he was safe?" The guy asked.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Unknowingly to Oikawa the man had his hands on the kitchen counter. He was a bit nervous and kept feeling around. Untill he felt a bump. He looked underneath while casually continuing his conversation with the girl.
"What are you doing?" The girl asked.
"Listen up..." the man started. "I don't know who you are or what you want with this slut but it's not very nice to eavesdrop on my conversation with her."
Oikawa's heart dropped to his stomach. Its not like he's never been found out before but so fast?
'Ofcourse they would figure out, they're the Yūdokuna Bara.' Oikawa thought.
"Now punk, if you're really that curious, why don't you meet me behind Park Hyatt Tokyo. We can figure out all your problems there."
Oikawa then heard a crunch sound before the connection was broken.
'That guy broke my bug.' Oikawa thought. ಥ_ಥ
Although he was not pleased with being find out he was only a little exited to finaly meet the enemy face to face.
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I was walking in my casual attire towards the designated spot. I wore and mask as well and my glasses to make sure I looked regular but also hiding my full face. I got closer and closer to our meeting spot and flet the nerves coming up. But before I could react I felt a sting in my neck.
'Fuck a dart-' the world around me turned black as I fainted to the ground.
....
When I woke up I was tied to a chair but it was done in such a sexual manner, if that even makes sense.
'I remember binding that one girl in New York like this. Except less rough. '
My hands and feet were tied together but not to the chair. My torso was tied to the chair and so were my thighs. Lastly I was blindfolded. So I really hope this ain't no weird human trafficking for that chick to fake the conversation just to get me here. As I was trying to get more familiar with the scents I heard footsteps.
"Well well, you're quite the spy to be able to hear me from this far. Good job." A female voice said.
I remained calm and quiet as I heard her come closer. The sound stopped and i heard her clothes and body move so I assumed she took a seat.
"Now, aren't you going to introduce yourself?" She asked in a witty manner.
"Interesting way to start an investigation." I replied.
I heard her giggle.
"Oh heavens, why would I want to investigate you? You're but a normal pedestrian aren't you?" She genuinely sounded convinced by her words as well.
'I'm going to have to watch out for her. I can't be fooled by her.'
"So if I am, why would you ever kidnap me?"
She giggled again.
"I'm not going to lie I'm just trying to ease up the atmosphere. By the way, your voice is just lovely."
I scoffed.
"Ok chica just ask me what you want, torture me a bit, I'll escape continue on with my life and blah blah blah. Just know this..
I swear I will find your boss and I will make his life a living hell. "
My voice dropped some notes at the latter part of what I said.
"My boss? You mean my guardians? You think you can have my father punish me for this? 'Cus I was a bad girl?" She said in a mocking voice, matching that of a toddler.
I knew I couldn't lose my cool so I just talked through my teeth.
"No, I mean that despicable, discusting, disgraceful, eyesore that's known as Yūdokuna Bara's boss."
She gasped. I was on alert.
"How dare you! I'm an admirable, charming, graceful beauty! How inappropriate to insult someone on your first meeting! I understand why Veronica found you a brute. Or did she mean solely in bed..?"
'Wait this chick is the boss... it can't be! The boss is supposed to be a middle aged man by now. Unless our Intel was wrong? It can't be. Did he get killed before I got my hands on him.' I was full of questions with so less answers.
Someone then knocked on the door.
"Ma'am, may I come in?"
That voice...it was the girl I banged!
"Sweetheart you know I'm busy right now."
Then another voice interupted. Sounding tired and taking heavy breaths.
"Sorry mistress, she outran me and fooled the others. I assure you it won't be happening again on my watch." The deeper voice said.
The man seemed to struggle taking the girl away untill he did. And it was quiet again. I could hear a thump and then footsteps closer and closer. Finaly my blindfold was carefully lifted of my face and I was eye to eye with the person that was allegedly the boss. She kept on staring in my eyes with an unfazed expression, smiling softly. She held my chin in her hand and quickly pecked my lips.
"Heh?!" I freaked out. Lots of things have happened on this job but this is for sure a first.
"Gosh you smell even better close up. So beautiful, so perfect. Asmodeus,no, please will you tell me your real name?"
I scoffed.
"Get your shit together lady. Not only am I not interested in you but I also despise you and everything your ridiculous yakuza stands for!" I said fuming with anger.
"Is that so? Oh! I have a fun idea! Why don't we have a fight against eachother? The winner gets whatever they want.
What'd ya think?
Believe me I have enough money and power to satisfy any needs you may have."
This almost sounds too good to be true I get to beat up the person I've hated for so long. And on top of that I get whatever I want afterwards.
"Where's the catch?" I asked
She squeled. And sat down on my lap.
"The catch is that the only thing I want is for you to be my plaything." She says as she caresses my cheeks.
"What the fuck? Go fuck with someone else! I ain't playing your stupid games. Besides what are the chances you're going to lie? Who knows if I'll be stuck here forever? Also if you wanna fuck go get someone else. You've got all the money and power there is, don't ya??"
"Yes I do. But I want you and only you." She stood up and walked behind me. She put her arms around my shoulders and lowered her head ontop of mine.
"I've actually known you for quite some time. Only you didn't realise it." She whispers in my ear.
She then walks back to her desk and sits on it. She crosses her legs and looks down at me.
"We've actually met already when I used my alias 'Rose Tonischc'. Remember? 1 year ago, the love hotel in Tailand?" She smirks at me as she's talking.
"There's no way... Rose was taller!" I exclaim.
"Babe you were too drunk to notice I was wearing playforms. Then again I did undergo special makeup services to be unrecognisable for my safety." She giggles.
"Ok but even if you were! We didn't even fuck at the end. There's no reason for you to want me in a way you don't know me. Especially doing all this work for what? The mere chance you'll enjoy it?"
I sigh. And she starts laughing quietly.
"Darling. I think you've misinterpreted something. I don't want you based on the most stupid reason of chance or luck. I want you because you have been the most agonising yet intriguing man I have ever met in my life."
She stands up and slowely walks towards me.
"You were able to hold small talk with me even though I didn't know you, so I pegged you to just be a social butterfly. Simple but cute. But you were so much more."
She took place on my lap once again.
"After so many days of talking with you and getting to know you. After you spilling that bit of your heart out to me. And with that extra research I did After you had left me for your 'job'. I finaly realised, I never emotionally connected with someone as I did with you.
Your mounth may tell me that you love your work and can't wait to finish me off. But those eyes are hiding the pain of your dead father still."
"Don't speak of him! You have no right! Especially after killing him." I glared at her.
"Oh sweety, I have never killed anyone." She claimed.
I was about to go ballistic.
"What is that supposed to mean?! You're very annoying you know! Just get to the point of things already!" I screamed in frustration. My eyes, watery and my mounth felt dry.
"Oh hush!" She said as she pushed my face in her neck.
"If you want me to tell you everything you'll have to fight me on it. Then I'll give you anything you want if you win." She pushed me away and went to stand infront of me.
"Anything. Even those shitty spies that totally fell into my trap. I'd be glad to lose them actually. The guards are getting cracked up by their questions and it's hurting the business."
I rolled my eyes and kept them on the ground.
"Ofcourse I can give you a therapist as well if you'd like. You might wanna check those daddy issues and that inferior/superiority complex."
I was so ready to cry angry tears. Or to just scream at this witch! But not infront of her. Not with this lady. The woman I thought I could trust. She turned out to be Satan himself in disguise. A true wolf in sheep's clothing.
I sighed again.
"When would the fight take place? And can we use weapons." I asked in frustration.
She squealed again.
"Whenever you want with whatever you desire. Only the best for my darling." She said in a low voice.
"Alright. Tomorrow evening at 11pm and I want a SIG Sauer P226... dark grey. If you can handle that." I said in spite and also to anoy her.
"Anything for you. Now may I get a kiss kiss for all my hard work?" She made an exaggerated pouty face. Then she grinned.
"No. Get lost." I said.
She sighed. "Well you'll have to obey me if I win anyways. So I suppose its fine." She then blew me a kiss and walked towards the door.
"Hey wait a minute! You aren't going to leave me here, are you?" I asked.
"No sweetcheeks, ofcourse not. Someone else will come and move you to your room for tonight. Make sure to get enough sleep for tomorrow."
She stopped before closing and whispered a last: "I have always dreamt of fighting your strongest form.
Love you."
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And so she closed the door leaving me in darkness. Both litterly and figuratively. I can't think straight anymore, I shouldn't have let her talk. She ruined my entire ideology.
My morals, my values all thrown out the window just to have this woman to me. For me to torture and to get all the questions out of her.
I can't lie. She was attractive, if there's one thing I like about her It's her chill nature. But that's also what I hate most, being her enemy.
I'll get to her. I swear to the agency, to my team and to my father.
I swear that you will regret everything you've done. And by the end of this story it'll be me with ur head in my hands. Your thread to command. Your life all going as I plan.
....Me.
....Your man.....
Never.
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hinata shoyo | a birthday a world away
happy birthday to hinata shoyo, a character who changed my life - his unwavering determination, optimism, and friendliness are my biggest inspirations. it’s always so moving to see how many people this character helped and how he brought so much light into our lives. happy birthday hinata 🥹🧡☀️
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when shoyo’s eyelids flutter open, streams of sunshine are streaking the bedsheets and floor, pale light bathing the bedroom from corner to corner in a soft white glow.
after settling in rio, shoyo learnt that curtains can never be much of a shield against even the morning brazilian sun. but he doesn’t mind. he likes the sunlight, the heat, the effervescent dazzle of the city. he likes the narrow streets which the wheels of his bike explored at length and the lively alleyways he was lost in more times than he can count. it took shoyo some time to get his bearings - to get to know the kind sellers at the local market, to remember all of his neighbours’ names, to become recognised as “ninja shoyo” at the beach. it took him some time, but never did regret cross his mind.
nowadays, shoyo plays on the asas são paulo team. his name is known by volleyball fans and athletes not only across the country, but even the whole world. he has given many interviews and taken countless selfies with fans of the spectacular young japanese player who conquered the world stage.
yet sometimes shoyo gets nostalgic. nothing as painful as in the beginning - he does not feel the crushing weight of doubt on his chest anymore, he doesn’t hide away in the dark corners of past memories. the emptiness is gone. but when news from his friends come flying from across the pacific, he wishes that he could be there. be there physically, instead of flashing smiles through a screen. play some volleyball and get a steaming bowl of ramen for a treat, like they used to. it’s a time shoyo cannot get back to, but he does not forget. besides, two homes just means more places he holds dear to his heart, right?
this comforting thought accompanies shoyo as he rises to his feet. it is june 21st, his birthday. he is away from home, but suddenly nothing seems closer when his phone starts to buzz madly as he switches off airplane mode. birthday wishes, pictures, videos from his family, former team-mates, friends, athletes, fans, sponsors.
the sudden pang that shoyo feels in his swelling chest leaves him breathless with gratitude. he goes through them one by one at breakfast, warm replies and promises to see each other soon piling up one after the other.
loving congratulations from his parents and sister, who is currently moving up the japanese women’s league. ukai’s brief but no less warm wishes alongside takeda sensei’s long and heartfelt paragraph. a thoughtful note from the japanese olympic team’s coach, iwaizumi. a playful birthday text from oikawa reminding him that shoyo still has to treat him to dinner next time, followed by an emoji sticking out its tongue. msby’s chaotic and joyful praise of shoyo.
then, daichi’s text appears on the phone screen. a kind message full of birthday wishes, filled with the implied care that the former karasuno captain has always shown his junior. at the end of it, there is a note for shoyo to check his mailbox - no further details mentioned. and indeed, inside the mailbox shoyo finds a card. a large birthday card, volleyball themed obviously, upon which are scribbled lines of text in a kaleidoscope of colourful ink, some punctuated by doodles and emoticons.
shoyo sets to decipher them all.
“happy birthday, hinata! i’m proud to see how far you’ve come. don’t forget to take care of yourself amidst all that training. warmest wishes - daichi”
“hinata, i wish you a happy birthday! we’ll always keep supporting you, keep shining as brightly as you do. we’re all thinking of you - asahi”
“happy birthday, shoyo!! look how much you’ve grown… it makes me emotional just thinking about it. i’m always cheering for you - suga (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)”
“happy birthday shoyo!!! keep showing them how strong and powerful you are. i can’t wait to see you again, maybe i’ll pay you a visit in brazil soon. take care wherever your are - nishinoya”
“a senpai is always moved by his junior’s growth. i taught you everything i can, and now i proudly watch you surpass me. you’re the best, hinata, happy birthday!! - your senpai, tanaka”
“shoyo-kun, i wish you a very happy birthday. thank you for your optimism and for always helping me when i struggled. i’m always cheering for you! - yachi ╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯”
“happy birthday. don’t slack off, i’ll beat you next time. - kageyama”
“happy birthday, shoyo-kun. the whole team is thinking of you and wishing you all the best. - kiyoko”
“shoyo, happy birthday!! it’s always amazing to watch you play. i’m rooting for you - yamaguchi”
“happy birthday - tsukishima”
“happy birthday, hinata. here’s to another great year! - ennoshita”
“happy birthday, hinata! i hope you win lots of matches this year too - narita”
“happy birthday shoyo-kun! we’re all so proud of you and we always watch you on tv. best wishes - kinoshita”
by the time shoyo gets to the end of the card, his vision is clouded with tears. he could recognise them by words alone, with their familiar turns of phrases and jokes, their hot enthusiasm or friendly guidance. he may not have played with karasuno in years, but he still remembers it all as if it were yesterday. as if it was just a year ago that he set foot in that gymnasium, shoulder against shoulder with kageyama.
he remembers all the help and friendship that his team-mates offered him; all the bickering, the sweat and tears, the meals they shared together. he remembers the thrill of victory and the acid burn of defeat, but above all else, the unparalleled joy that he felt when playing side by side with them has never left him. it never will. a memory that pushes him forward.
over the years, amidst all the unexpected turns that shoyo’s life took, one certainty remains - even on the other side of the globe, he will never be alone.
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|Come Closer| Kuroo Tetsurou x Blackfem!reader
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The following fanfic is an inspired spin-off of Deciphered by @hoeneymilktea, The Sunrise and Your Sins by @leia505 , and fanart by @aikk00 . Pls, check them out as well as other spin-off authors. Comments, Reblogs, and Shares are heavily appreciated. I hope you enjoy~ ♡
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Trigger Warnings ⚠️ - Mentions of alcohol, weed suggestive if you squint.
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Chapter [004] Welcome Warning
Yesterday is when you recall it happening. How you were shocked to see Kuroo at your back door that late night in July. Heat sweltering, the air conditioner in need of a replacement, and unable to sleep you followed him past the neon alleys and powerlines.
Mischief isn't what he'd call it, just fun in the dark. Time alone together.
You had every reason to back out, he wouldn't make you stay. Your heart was pounding as he helped you through the gate, no trespassing boldly printed on a sign. Nobody was around, the coast was clear as you walked carefully, tiles still wet from earlier in the day's play. Putting your belongings and towels aside, you strip from your clothes.
Your beaded knotless braids down your back, your jean shorts at your feet. Kuroo's gaze traveled downward as his lip was in between his teeth before turning away. He entered the water daintily, barely breaking the surface below his torso where the blue began to blur.
Lowering himself fully in the water you push yourself off the pool's edge meeting him in the middle.
Pool lights halo your skin, droplets of water between you both as he melted under your hands pulling him close. His intense facade caved, softened by you and you alone. That's when it hit him. He couldn't do without you.
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"How much longer 'Kawa?" You asked for the umpteenth time tapping your fingers on your arm, your legs crossed as you sat in the back seat. Kuroo and Oikawa exchanged looks of concern at the stop light.
"No more than five minutes Girly. Promise."
Taking a deep breath he swivels the steering wheel one-handed into Shibuya. Out the window, the street fades out when your phone rings.
"Shit it's Dai." You request her call. "Hello? Daize? Are you alright?" The call drops ending on a dial tone. His car enters a derelict parking garage, some of the overhead lights fizzling out of sync. Oikawa unbundled his seat belt leavening into the building, Kuroo does the same opening the back seat door for you.
The three of you enter an elevator, it was quiet, too quiet.
Walking closer, they keep a straight line toward a pair of doors.
With a deep breath, they opened them.
"WELCOME BACK Y/N!!" A multitude of voices shouted from inside the massive venue. A welcome banner, balloons, and streamers loop the ceiling. Tables set with name cards and goodie bags. Even a live DJ off to the side with a bar.
Cocking your head, and rubbing the base of your neck the yelling from others was a haze in your brain.
There stood Iwaizumi and Kenma. Even some faces you have nearly forgotten. Your surprise guests bearing gifts and drinks in their glasses smiles all for you.
"Surprise Spades!" Dazie cheered running at you. You scooped her off the ground and practically crushed her with the force of your hug.
"What, from the bottom of my heart, the fuck were you thinkin'?"
You set her down.
"Don't be mad. I didn't want your welcoming party to be lame. This wasn't all my idea."
Dazie pointed her ombre manicured nail at Kuroo and Oikawa, they shrugged guiltily as charged. You nod, but with a tightness to it, holding back from saying a very cruel choice of words.
"I needa fuckin' drink."
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Your elbows rest on the balcony railing, everyone else in the venue enjoying themselves. Lights in the windows of neighboring buildings favoring twinkling stained glass to your astonishment comparable to the Manhattan skyline seen back home.
"You're the only girl I know who would leave a party planned just for her." Kuroo snickers walking in. He loiters beside you, coke and rum in his disposal red cup. "You'll catch a cold standing out here all night."
You snort taking a swig of your third mix of coconut-flavored vodka and pineapple juice. More vodka than juice truth be told.
"Is this the part where you give me your jacket to keep warm?"
"Pretty sure the liquor's keeping you nice and toasty."
He unzipped his red, black, and white Nekoma hooded letterman jacket shrugging it off his shoulders to then rest it on yours. Slipping your arms into it, your nose is tucked into the collar taking in his scent. Swallowed by the fabric, jacket paws fully replace your hands.
"You remember when I took you night swimming?" Kuroo's eyes and nose crinkle. "You were so scared we'd get caught."
"Cause we almost did. When you offered I thought you meant the beach. Not a pool on private property." You tittered toying with the jacket's zipper.
"I knew better than to go with but you drove a hard bargain."
He tugs you lightly by the ends of the jacket. Placing the zipper in his hand, his knuckles brushed your clothed stomach pulling it up to your neck. His head dipping to your level making you jolt a bit.
"I've gotta keep you on your toes somehow, right? "
Kuroo catches a sharp intake of breath, you tippy-toe to meet him halfway. His lips hover over yours narrowly grazing your parted ones. Leaning upward, his hand is in yours still holding the zipper.
"Like this? "
He groans pulling back looking off to the side shaking his head. "Y/n you play too damn much."
You smirk around the rim of your cup, downing the last of your drink.
"Spades c'mere for a sec will ya?" Daize requested your presence standing near the glass balcony entrance doors. Getting a load of Kuroo's moonlit peach-tinted cheeks, your victory is on display even as you leave him hanging tilting your head.
"Good talk Tetsu."
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Your steamy bathroom mirror wiped away by your palm reflects your toothbrush hanging from your mouth. Minty tingle on your tongue as you try again rinsing down the drain what's left of your many liquid party favors.
Dazie fast-tracked to the washer and dryer hoping her mom won't come sniffing at her come later in the morning. Predictably, her clothes stank like Cleome inexcusable by Mrs. Onishi's standards when you knew all too well what was in her stash jar and why she had a matching grinder.
Enigma is to blame although you've taken your fair share of hits in the rotation. Dazie's seen you crossfaded one time too many thanks to him summers before he got his racer tag. Even though you're Ghost's favorite customer. He's delivered a few extra nugs, sprinkled lavender in when he rolls your joints, and even packed his famous onigiri in case of the munchies. You've got a few hand-me-down ball caps from him however you're positive Kuroo wouldn't be fond of finding out who 'Smokey Hair' is in your contact list. Or how shotgunning was your go-to when alone together.
His brother Thrasher has a soft spot, always gifting you his outgrown designer clothes whenever you stop in Tokyo. Makes you wonder what else blondie might give up this time around. He'll come calling sooner or later.
Settling yourself into bed, you rub in your nightly skincare staying tuned for Kuroo's call back. Amidst the drive home, you caught his hazel glances from your peripheral.
Fingertips skim over his knuckles, a habit you couldn't shake whenever sleepiness crept. That unchanged cheeky half-smile of his right where you left it.
Dazie made her way out the bathroom and down the hall to her room whispering good night. Turning off the lights as she went, you turned off your own room light shutting your room door.
His caller ID appeared.
"You home safe Tetsu?" You asked, resting on your side.
"Yeah I got in a few minutes ago. Don't worry it wasn't that long of a drive. You should've been asleep by now y/n."
"I know, I wanted to hear your voice before I do. I don't like you on the roads this late."
There was a pause and a yawn on his end of the call. "You putting me on curfew Shortcake?"
"You know what I ment Tetsurou."
You yawn as well snuggling deeper into your light blanket. "Or should I start callin' you D.K.?"
"Don't even. Tet, Tetsu or Tetsurou are just fine."
Your eyelids droop, phone slipping lazily from your grasp. "I miss you..." 
"I miss you too, hon. You'll see me in the morning, I'm sure of it."
Soft snores from your end gave him a weak smile.
"G'night y/n."
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A Pirates Truth
Read this masterpiece on AO3 at https://ift.tt/hZRYAHu
by MentalNotes
Okay, listen. I suck at summaries, so until I can find something better to put here this is what you're stuck with;
Tooru Oikawa, infamous captain of a deadly pirate crew, now on the run for... one reason or another. was it just to steal from the king, or does he have other motives that he will no longer be able to push down when confronted with his past?
honestly? no clue. lol. have fun deciphering my own bullshit.
Words: 1887, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Haikyuu!!
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi
Characters: Iwaizumi Hajime, Oikawa Tooru, Kuroo Tetsurou, Kozume Kenma, Miya Atsumu, Miya Osamu, Shimizu Kiyoko, Bokuto Koutarou, Yachi Hitoka, Sawamura Daichi, Daishou Suguru, Yamaka Mika, Tendou Satori, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Kita Shinsuke, Kageyama Tobio, Kunimi Akira, Hanamaki Takahiro, Matsukawa Issei, Akaashi Keiji, Konoha Akinori, Hinata Shouyou
Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Miya Atsumu/Shimizu Kiyoko, Bokuto Koutarou/Yachi Hitoka, Kuroo Tetsurou/Sawamura Daichi, Akaashi Keiji/Hanamaki Takahiro, Kageyama Tobio/Kunimi Akira, Kita Shinsuke/Miya Osamu, Daishou Suguru/Yamaka Mika, Tendou Satori/Ushijima Wakatoshi
Additional Tags: Medieval AU, Pirates, Implied Relationships, Implied Sexual Content, implied oikuroo because i love them, Slow Burn, slow burn for all of them honestly, oikawa is a little bitch by the way, like usual, Multi POV, spreading my rairpair agenda one step at a time, this tag is in honor of my friend whos listened to all my rants for the past 3 years, hi fino, might get overly sexual at some point im not really sorry
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/hZRYAHu
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aikk00 · 3 years
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Enough of the drivers, which mechanic?
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