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[writeiolite]

sticky

who: oikawa x gn!reader

what: fluff

plot: you’re as sweet as candy, and oikawa’s on a sugar high. / “your laugh is adorable”

wc: 937

a/n: for @haikyuuwriters june mpe using the fussa firefly festival theme!

You should be in jail.

Upon laying eyes on you for the first time, Oikawa couldn’t compute how someone can get away with stealing the stars out of the sky and holding them prisoner in their eyes. He didn’t understand how anyone was allowed to walk free with a smile capable of killing even the strongest man. And he really was afraid to find out what you went through to get a laugh that cute. Just hearing that tiny little melody chime in his ears sounded like an invitation to paradise at the same time that it sounded like a siren’s song.

You should be locked up.

In his arms.

“Your laugh is so adorable,” he blurts out finally, unable to handle the tug-o-war that came with being near you. Were you doing it on purpose, leading him down a dangerous road of desire and devotion? Did you purposely sit by him in the library every single day and get in line behind him at Starbucks every time as well? Oikawa had no doubt in his mind that you were scheming this like any criminal would.

“Huh, mine?” You look at him with that smile — the one laced with silver secrets and cotton candy pink hints of innocence. A concoction for disaster and his undoing. And then you laugh again, as if to give him what he’s asking for. “I seriously sound so weird, like… like Windex or something. But thank you.”

Your smile melts like dissolving sugar, becoming soft and turning him into putty with a sticky sweet aftertaste left in his giddy heart. Just like that, you went back to talking to your friend in line, truly a master of disguise and deception. And even though he knows this, Oikawa still finds himself drawn to you and your mysteries.

So he tries a different tactic every day that he’s at the library with you. Sometimes it would be something small like saving your table, while other times he’d pay for your drink. He doesn’t really know what’s gotten into him that he’d take things this slow, but part of him knows that this is right. That he shouldn’t launch into it because the chase is all part of the fun.

So then came the saved seats, the runs to the printer, the free drinks, the airdropped meme, and eventually a phone number with an invitation to the Fussa Firefly Festival. His rationale was that it would make a perfect end of the semester to have a break and just watch the glowing world ebb and flow with life. And you were easily convinced.

It seems it doesn’t take a lot to make you feel special or glow with an ethereal light, for you’re shining just as bright as the fireflies now that you’re here with him. He really did expect you to have a bit more caution or something up your sleeve. Maybe a “Sike, my boyfriend is here” or a “Your fly is undone!” but all you had was that half-moon smile and celestial eyes.

And his heart.

“Oikawa or Tooru?” you blurt out, lips and tongue stained red from the candy apple you’re finishing off.

He tries really hard to focus on your words and not his wishes, pleading with the gods to stop him from asking for a kiss or your hand in marriage. “Tooru,” he gulps out.

“Well, Tooru,” you walk in front of him, stopping him dead in his tracks while you peer up at him. The world seems to buzz by, little lights glowing around to frame your beauty and add to the succoring ambiance of this one, perfect moment. “I’m having a lot of fun walking around and I really appreciate the candy apple…”

Here it comes… This is the part he was expecting, the part where you make your grand getaway. He can see the wanted posters now: candy red lips, and gum drop eyes, with your hand forming an L on your forehead because he’s nothing but a fool following you around for the past few weeks.

He saw this coming from a mile away, and your hesitation only confirms his beliefs.

“I already know what you’re gonna say,” he cuts you off, holding a hand up. Just spare me the embarrassment at least. I’ll take anything else from you.

“You do?” You lean forward, having to peek through your lashes juuust a tiny bit to hold eye contact with him.

That was on purpose, right? Another tactic to stun him so you can make a run for it.

“Y-yeah,” he stutters out, his heart as fragile as glass and oh so easy to see through. “You wanna leave, right?”

To his dismay, you nod. It hurts even when he’s expecting it, which is unfair in its own right. The world is a bitter place and fate is a sourpuss, the two working against him as your evil sidekicks.

“How’d you know?” you ask, snatching his hand up like it’s the last piece of candy on earth and yours for the taking. Technically, it is. “Let’s go somewhere private. I think first dates are super nerve-wracking when so many people are around.”

His legs follow behind you without hesitation, but his brain is left behind. If you’re pure evil then he really can’t tell now, the most earnest grin and a tooth-rotting glance over your shoulder thoroughly sticking him in your trap. Still, it doesn’t take much convincing. Like any kid in a candy shop, he runs headfirst into whatever may come with you, as sweet as it may be.

@raevaioli, thank you for requesting! somehow manages to make this fluff kjhsghkj

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[sunshinesukuna]

all the colors of love

pairing: oikawa x reader

genre: fluff to angst

summary: oikawa is able to see other people’s feelings as colors. what color are you on your wedding day?

wc: 1.6k

insp: the gifted - claire (star. ramida jiranorraphat)

big thanks to @writeiolite​ for beta-ing this <333

for the haikyuuwriters june prompt event: marriage

Oikawa's world has always been colorful. Literally. There was purple for fear, like Kageyama's first match at Kitagawa. Kageyama’s trembling fists and pale face when he stepped up onto the court was enough to push Oikawa to give his kouhai a slap on the back and some words of encouragement. The purple around Kageyama dissipated shortly after.

Blue for sadness, like the smidge of azure around Kyoutani whenever he lost a challenge to Iwaizumi. Yellow for happiness whenever the team won an exceptionally hard rally during matches, or whenever his friends had their tests handed back with 100’s at the top. 

There were other colors too. Like the green around you whenever you saw his fangirls flocking around you. He always thought you looked cute whenever you were jealous. Or the red that time the referee was clearly playing favorites and even Iwaizumi and Oikawa combined couldn't hold you back from giving the ref a piece of your mind.

Personally, his favourite was pink. Pink like when he woke up next to you, his eyes only a crack open to trick you into thinking he was sleeping so you would continue kissing his chest. Pink like when he opened your laptop to find him as your wallpaper. And how could he forget the magnificent pink around you when he got on one knee and popped the question?

Oikawa walks through the hall where everyone is gathered towards the room where he was going to get ready. Everyone around him is multicolored, as usual. Your father earlier was purple from head to toe. Well that’s to be expected, his only daughter is getting married. Oikawa would have felt the same if he were your father. 

On the other hand, your mother was positively pretty in both the pink dress and the pink aura that surrounded her. She had always loved Oikawa just a little bit more than she did her own daughter.

“Oi, if you trip out there, we’re going to laugh at you and ask the photographer to get a good shot of the pimple on your chin,” Mattsun says. Makki and Iwaizumi snigger at the joke as they adjust their suits.

“It’s my wedding day! Can’t you all let me live a little?” Oikawa says. 

“That’s what she said,” Makki mutters to the other two. They chuckle. Oikawa shoots them a dirty glare.

“I feel bad for (Y/N),” Mattsun says. He doesn’t mean it, of course, but says it with enough animosity that would make your mother gasp.

“Yeah, if she’s gone after the ceremony, we’ve kidnapped her and let her live the rest of her life in New Zealand with 13 goats and a cow,” Makki replies. Oikawa rolls his eyes. He continues bouncing on his toes as he waits for the ceremony to start. 

“Tooru!” his sister calls from outside the door. “Five more minutes.”

All four of them rise up from their seats. As best man, Iwaizumi stays behind to go to the altar with Oikawa while Makki and Mattsun go off to meet up with the bridal procession. Before going out, they give him a clap on the back.

“We believe in you,” they say unanimously, “captain.” Oikawa can't help but smile a little at his old title.

At long last, he stands in front of the aisle. Oikawa takes a deep breath and a glance at Iwaizumi. Oikawa’s heart rate is enough to make him sweat bullets even when he’s standing in a well-ventilated room. Iwaizumi gives him a thumbs up. The yellow around his old friend calms his nerves a little, along with the small wiggle of his legs he does before something important. 

The walk to the altar is brisk and clean. He catches glimpses of the colors of the people around him. Some sparks of green and blue here and there, but mostly, the hall is decorated in beautiful hues of pink and yellow. 

Oikawa nods at your uncle, the one officiating the ceremony, when he gets to the altar. As stated in your family tradition, the groom may not see the bride until she reaches the altar. So he turns back and waits, with bated breath and a rapidly tapping foot.

The doors open with a loud groan as the bridal party steps inside. The music starts. Tiny footsteps that belong to your smaller cousins spread flowers along the aisle. People coo left and right at the appearance of these wonderfully cute creatures, like cupids straight out of a renaissance painting. Maybe someday he could call one of them his own — your own.

A hush falls over the crowd. The bride has arrived. 

“Whoa,” Iwaizumi mutters next to him. Oikawa glances to his side. His best man drips in pink from head to toe, lips parted and his eyes on you. If even the stoic Iwaizumi could react like that, then how would Oikawa fare? Not well, certainly. 

“How does she look, Iwa-chan?” Oikawa asks. Iwaizumi shakes his head, as if to clear his thoughts. Oikawa takes a closer look at his long time friend. Something is off about Iwaizumi.The pink that once wrapped around Iwaizumi so harmoniously was now replaced by a harsh green. 

Oikawa squinted a bit. He rubbed his eyes. No amount of eye picking would change the green lights that radiated off of Iwaizumi. He could swear that Iwaizumi entered the hall absolutely coated in yellow. So where was it now?

The sound of footsteps from behind Oikawa becomes louder and louder and snaps him out of his thoughts. It doesn’t matter, Oikawa thinks. Maybe he’s just having some spur of the moment feelings. 

When the footsteps finally stop behind him, he knows it’s time. Your bridesmaids and his groomsmen are starting to take their places. All that’s left is to turn back and see you in your wedding dress. 

What shade of pink would you be? Your mother had a magnificent rosy hue whenever she looked at your father. Oikawa’s nephew turned a much darker shade of magenta whenever he saw the girl with the pigtails at school. Would the tinge around you change as soon as you said your vows? 

Everyone’s in place now. Oikawa clears his throat. He turns back, left foot first, like he practiced so many times. The smile on his lips wants so much to burst free, but he suppresses it for when he sees you. Oikawa turns his head to see...

The darkest blue he’s ever seen. 

Dark isn’t even enough to encompass all of it. People are always colorful, no matter what they’re feeling. The strongest emotions always have the brightest shades. But here you were, looking at Oikawa, on your wedding day, in your wedding dress in the gloomiest color he’s ever laid eyes on.

What’s worse is that you’re smiling. You're in your wedding dress, the brightest smile he's ever seen on your face, but with the darkest colors surrounding you. The smile even reaches your eyes. 

His jaw hangs open, but everyone is smiling even wider. They must think he’s in awe at your beauty or something else. Oikawa feels his hand quiver as he reaches out to you. Your skin is as soft as ever as you take his hand in yours. He wants to pull away, to never see you again, to bury the memory somewhere no one will ever reach it. But he also knows that the second he does that, he’ll come back to you wanting even more. 

Oikawa blinks away the burning in his eyes during the vows. Knowing that the words that come out of your mouth could, or possibly were, big, fat lies. Then what has it been all this time? Had it been any other person, he would have slapped the daylights out of them, but this was you. The whole reason why this was complicated. You. 

Nothing can come out of his mouth when he opens it for the vows. Oikawa clears his throat a little and laughs it off. Some of the members in the audience laugh with them. He shoots them, and you, a dazzling smile. 

It’s how he’s created his whole image, right? Ward tears off with a smile. Laugh off the lump in your throat before it gets too noticeable. Fold your arms to hide your shaking hands so you look frightening instead of frightened.

When his vows end, all he can do is stare at you. Stare at the murky black that juxtaposes with a smile that could light up a room. 

The hardest words he’s ever had to say in Oikawa’s whole life turn out to be “I do.” He chokes it out while looking up at the mosaics on the ceiling as to not break the dam holding his stability together. You giggle at his antics. If only you knew better. 

“I pronounce you man and wife.”

And out of the corner of his eye, he sees a pink spot emerge from the murky black. It grows bigger and bigger, completely overtaking the black until not a speck is left.  His heart races, finally thinking that it was just last moment jitters. The pink grows until the black is almost gone. Yes, you truly do love Oikawa with all your heart. 

But you’re not looking at Oikawa. You're looking at Oikawa’s best man. 

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[mimi-cee-hq]

Embarrassing Moments, Endearing Moments - Shibayama x Reader

Pairing: Shibayama x fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff!!

Summary: Y/n often feels embarrassed in front of Shibayama. But when she steps out of her comfort zone and intentionally embarrasses herself for him, he decides to tell her something.

Warnings: Dateko manga spoiler

Other Tags: Getting together, meet cute, big brother!Inuoka, second year Shibayama (for most of it), a Dateko vs Nekoma match

Author’s Notes: This is a match-up story for an anonymous who gets easily embarrassed :) I finally wrote this! I hope you like this. Match-up request description is at the end.

Also, this is for the Haikyuu Writers Monthly Prompt Event. I used Summer for the Summer Interhigh tournament. lol.

General Taglist: @dorkyama @the-black-birb @hqprotectionsquad @nagichi-kenma @moonaaluna @muffins-puffins (let me know if you want to be added or removed)

Word Count: 2,233

*****

At Yamamoto Akane’s direction, the cheers went silent as they anticipated the next serve. Futakuchi dribbled the ball, searching for the player he was targeting. The score was 24-23, match point for Dateko.

Y/n tugged at the sleeve of the oversized jacket draped over her shoulders and hands. Her palms were moist and contained imprints from her nails.

Shibayama stiffened on the court yet kept his eyes on the ball. Knowing this could be their last point at the Summer Nationals, Y/n closed her eyes and clenched her hands, thinking of her memories with Shibayama. Still shaking, she quickly inhaled and pushed out a yell from the stands. “GANBATTE SHIBAYAMA!”

And then she fled - not wanting to see all eyes in the stadium looking at her.

*****

Colored pencils laid across the kitchen table. Y/n had set aside a dark blue one for the hair and a light lavender one for the eyes. As she wore her headphones listening to her favourite music, she held a silver colored pencil as she added the finishing touches to fill in the drawing of a metal plate.

“There!” she grinned to herself as she held up the picture of her favourite Naruto character.

“Oh! I like that character too!”

Y/n screamed and fell off her chair. With her bottom feeling sore, she looked up to see Shibayama standing in front of her.

“Ack! I’m sorry!” Shibayama panicked, bowing repeatedly to her. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Hiding her face in her hands, Y/n promptly stood up, startling Shibayama. Running towards the kitchen doorway, she bumped into Inuoka.

“Oh! There you are Y/n!” he said. She tried to walk around him, but he just grinned as he kept blocking her exit. “Did you meet Shibayama yet?”

Y/n, whose face got redder by the second, muttered to him, “Nii-chan, you didn’t tell me anyone was coming over.”

“Actually I did,” Inuoka laughed as he pointed out her headphones. “Anyway, go say hi.” He shoved Y/n back into the kitchen, knowing there was no way else to get her through her nerves.

After he placed Y/n right in front of their guest, Shibayama said with a wide, toothy grin, “Hi Y/n! It’s nice to meet you.” He rubbed the back of his neck and added, “Sorry I scared you.”

Y/n blushed. This was the day she met Shibayama.

*****

Y/n bit her lip as she scanned the classroom numbers down the school hallway. Being her first day of high school, all of the rooms and hallways looked the same. Y/n turned the corner, hoping to find the second year classrooms. Her forehead suddenly bumped into someone's face, and looking up, she saw Shibayama clasping his nose.

"AHHH! I'm so sorry!" Y/n apologized. Just as she was about to run away, Shibayama got a hold of her wrist.

"Wait!" he told her. "I want to make sure you're okay!"

Y/n quickly nodded, hoping her answer was enough to satisfy him and let go. But he continued.

"Where were you going?" Shibayama asked. "I don't want you to run away and get lost." Y/n finally turned towards him which allowed him to release his grip on her. "You're still adjusting to high school, right?"

Y/n nodded again as she bit her lip. "I was looking for my brother."

"Oh! He's chatting with another teacher in class 2-2. I can walk you there if you want," he offered.

Y/n would have preferred to look herself, considering this was the second time she embarrassed herself in front of Shibayama. But she didn't have much of a choice if she wanted to find her brother as quickly as possible. "Okay," she complied in a meek voice.

As she followed Shibayama down the hall, her palms continued to sweat. He tried to make small talk but the topic fell flat. Feeling awkward with the silence, she also made an attempt.

"Maybe you should wear a helmet," she quietly told him.

Shibayama turned back to raise an eyebrow at her. "What?" he asked.

"Because I'm clumsy," Y/n added. She saw him blink a couple of times before she continued, "in case I bump into you like that again."

After a beat or two, Shibayama's face lit up. "Oh! Okay! You should get one too!" he said with a little too much excitement. "You probably need it more."

She whispered with a frown, "That was supposed to be a joke."

He stared for a moment and then laughed at himself. He placed a palm on Y/n's head and rubbed her hair. "That would have been funny if I caught on earlier," he grinned.

As he continued to lead the way, Y/n inwardly groaned at how stupid her joke was. But she smiled, blushing not out of embarrassment for once.

*****

Y/n sat on the park bench as she stared at her foot in disbelief. Her foot was wet, cold, and sticky. The back of her neck sweated as she watched the ice cream drip to the ground.

“Hold on a moment!” Shibayama said in a panic, handing her his cone. “I have my towel here!”

“No! Don’t!” Y/n was embarrassed enough already. But of course she continued being clumsy around Shibayama. “You use that towel for volleyball!”

“It’s fine!” he replied with a sweet look. He took off her sandal and wiped her foot with his towel. Y/n went stiff at the gesture, knowing her feet were sweaty and gross. She hoped they didn’t smell or else she’d faint from embarrassment. She was surprised she was able hold her shaking hands still, or else his ice cream cone would have fallen as well.

“There. I think you’ll have to rinse off your foot at home,” he told her, picking up her sandal. “And I don’t think you should wear this either,” he chuckled. The sandal was sticky from the ice cream. Y/n nodded in agreement.

“I can carry you on my back if you want,” he offered with a grin.

“What?” Y/n went flush. “N-no, that’s fine,” she said while lowering her eyes to not make eye-contact.

“Don’t worry about it,” he insisted. “Your house isn’t very far. It’ll be quick.”

Y/n gazed at Shibayama then at her sandal. Trying to take a breath to calm down, she rationalized this wasn’t the worst thing Shibayama had seen her do. For the past two months, she had been eating lunch together with him and her brother. Inuoka tried to encourage her to get to know other people in the class even though she was shy with them. But Shibayama told him it was fun having her around. During that time, he got to know how much of a dork she was, which was really awkward at first, but she started getting more comfortable around him.

“Okay,” she responded, allowing him to give her a piggyback ride.

As Shibayama carried her down the neighbourhood, Y/n felt her heart beat thump faster against his back. Not even Inuoka had carried her like this before. She wondered if Shibayama could feel her heartbeat and really hoped he didn’t.

Shibayama started chatting with her - things like their teachers, their favourite TV shows, and his volleyball team. Y/n had met some of his teammates and planned on coming to watch them at the summer interhigh national tournament.

“I heard from Kenma that Karasuno lost,” he told her. “I’m a little nervous since Karasuno’s a really good team.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he continued. “Dateko won this time. They’re really good at blocking.” He sighed. “I might need to get better at follow-ups.” He thought for a moment before he added, “Actually, there might be a lot of block-outs too. I think I just need to be faster in general.”

Y/n knew Shibayama was the team’s main libero now. Yaku’s shoes were hard to fill. “Nii-chan said you’ve gotten better with all of your practice,” she said, trying her best to support him. “Maybe I could help you with some drills?”

Shibayama gently placed her back on her feet, arriving at her house. “Sure,” he said with a shy smile, rubbing the back of his head. “I’d love that.”

*****

It was the match point for their game against Dateko. Futakuchi picked up the ball; it was his serve. He had been targeting Shibayama the whole game, trying to make him crack. Y/n now understood what happened in the foyer of the stadium.

When Y/n came down to meet the team from the stands, she saw Aone pointing a finger at Yamamoto. At first, Futakuchi scolded Aone - only to tell him he should have waited for him. With a smirk, Futakuchi proceeded to point at Shibayama, letting him know as the ace that he would be targeting him.

Shibayama was terrified. It was the first time Y/n had seen him freeze up like that. Inuoka had told her Shibayama used to be a bundle of nerves but she never witnessed it firsthand.

Yet in the midst of that, he was still sweet enough to notice little details. When he saw Y/n rubbing her arms as the A/C ran at full power, Shibayama gave her his jacket.

So Y/n clung onto the jacket as she braced herself for what may be the team’s last moment on court. She could hear cheers for both teams on either side of her. But all she paid attention to was how frightened Shibayama looked, knowing he was targeted. The match would abruptly end if he wasn’t able to get the ball.

The cheers stopped. As Futakuchi dribbled the ball to prepare for his serve, Y/n mustered all of her courage and yelled, “GANBATTE SHIBAYAMA!”

He heard her - turning to her, blinking at her. His clenched jaw finally relaxed into a smile. After the referee blew the whistle, he turned back to focus on the ball.

But before Futakuchi served, a heap of embarrassment dropped on Y/n’s shoulders. She froze, knowing that many eyes turned to her when she broke the silence with her cheer.

Then breaking under the pressure, with cheeks red and hot, she fled.

*****

“I found you!”

Y/n jumped at the shock of hearing someone’s voice.

“I knew I’d find you here,” Shibayama said, grinning.

“How did you know I’d be here?” she asked.

“Well, I didn’t think you’d go to the restaurant or to the hairdresser,” he laughed. He was right. Trying to find a place to calm herself down, she left the stadium and found a pet store. She had been watching the puppies running around, giggling at their cute barks.

“Oh wait!” she suddenly remembered, turning to him. “Did you win?”

“No.”

Y/n bit her lip, eyes filled with worry. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” she apologized. “I shouldn’t have distracted you!”

“N-no!” Shibayama stuttered. “It’s not your fault.” He gave her a small smile as he nervously scratched his cheek. “I actually did really well after I heard you cheering for me.”

Y/n’s eyes grew, not believing what she did actually helped. Then a smile formed on her face.

“Thank you,” Shibayama told her. “E-especially since I know how easily embarrassed you get.” He started to blush. “I really like you Y/n.”

He continued to share how he had a crush on her ever since they first met. Inuoka would share about her - how she was smart and really supportive, how she also loves volleyball and how Inuoka was able to spend time with her that way. It made him want to meet her because she sounded like someone he could be friends with. He didn’t know he’d actually fall in love with her.

“What? N-no, I-,” Y/n started to reply. “I wouldn’t be a good girlfriend, I-”

“No, don’t reject me for that.” Shibayama took her hands and looked at her with determination. “No, I don’t want to be just friends.”

Y/n blinked a couple of times, surprised at his assertive tone. “U-uh, okay,” she replied. She couldn’t say no to that.

Shibayama got so excited that he cheered and then gave Y/n a kiss on her forehead. When she finally noticed what had happened, she hid her face in his chest, telling him not to look at her.

*****

I hope you liked it! Sorry this took so long. I wanted this to be a one-shot since Shibayama doesn’t have one. I thought Shibayama would be a cute fit because he'd be able to relate to being embarrassed. :)

Some of you might have caught the same joke from my meet cute episode from Operation Moniwa SMAU but told in a different way. lol.

Here are my other stories.

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Match-up request from Anonymous:

Heeeey, can I ask for match-up? I'm shortie (5"0) with brown hair and brown eyes. I love hoodies. I'm really shy with people that I don't really know, but I'm actually a dork. I'm so clumsy (I can fall anywhere on anything) and I'm not funny at all (my jokes are so stupid). I'm biology and chemistry nerd. I really love listening to music, drawing and volleyball. I really love my friends and I try to support them all the time. I become embarrassed really easily. Oh and I love dogs *^*. Thank you❤ 

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[lnarizakis]

quarantine | s. kiyoomi

pairing: sakusa kiyoomi x fem!reader

foreword: this is my piece for the haikyuu writers network monthly prompt event for june! this was my first time writing for omi, so i hope i did this boy well!

prompt: a and b’s plans to go to the festival didn’t quite pan out. seeing how upset a is, b sets up their own home-made viewing in the backyard.

word count: 999 (nice)

look out for: pure fluff lmfao

It’s 2020. Sakusa, who took social distancing and quarantine as seriously as he did with volleyball, had been living in a condominium with (Y/N) for quite some time. His worries of his girlfriend leaving the condo without a mask on reached as high as the building they were living in.

June had, unfortunately, arrived, and Sakusa’s worries for her were still abundant as ever. The one event she was most looking forward to this month was the Sanno Matsuri festival, and due to recent events it was canceled. Devastated was probably an understatement. Although it had occurred only just two years ago, she still had not been able to attend the festival because of other happenings that just so inconveniently occurred the same day. Her excitement, along with all the hopes she had for this day, plummeted to the ground.

Sakusa knew just how excited she was for this day—one day, as he was cleaning the closet of their bedroom, he found an outfit that she later claimed was prepared months in advance for this festival. Her devastation was contagious; he began to feel the same disappointment she felt when she found out about its cancellation, and to show his understanding he decided to put together something special for her.

On the scheduled day of the festival, Sakusa found his girlfriend of four years sitting outside on their balcony of the condominium, looking out at the view that it provided. He knew her long enough to realize that she was probably imagining the fireworks going off some distance away from where they were. In his hands he held his laptop.

“Hi, Omi,” she drawled. Her longing for the festival was evident in her simple greeting. He felt bad; he began to have second thoughts about the video, wondering if it was enough to lift her spirits. Sakusa drew himself closer to her, taking cautious steps, given that she had just come home from work. He placed the laptop on the table in front of them, as he sat down next to her (of course, he maintained a good, short distance away from her).

“It’s a shame that we can’t attend the Sanno Matsuri,” Sakusa quietly said. Pulling her knees to her chest, (Y/N) hung her head down, feeling deeper disappointment than she had before. He opened up his laptop, and she looked up slightly to see what he had in store for her. “So, I made something.”

It took several days for him to prepare. In those days before the festival was to occur, he put together a compilation of videos of past recordings of the festival. One clip dated back to 2004, where the camera quality of the video was so noticeably bad that he had to cringe every time he reviewed his montage.

The screen lit up in a multitude of colors in front of his girlfriend’s eyes, and she watched in awe; in amazement. Sakusa had created a montage of videos for (Y/N) for a homemade viewing of what could have been something she would have attended today. Just the sheer thought that he had spent so long to create something for her to cheer her up for something that she had been looking forward to for years brought (Y/N) to tears.

“Why are you crying?” Sakusa lamented. Was what he had put together not enough to satisfy her longing for the festival?

“It’s just—it’s—Omi, you did this for me?” (Y/N) said, through her tears that she had long quit holding back. He gave her a single nod, signaling his positive response. Snot dribbled below her nose, and Sakusa left to go back inside to acquire a tissue box for her. (Y/N)’s crying grew louder when she noticed that through the tears in her eyes he was absent.

When Sakusa came back outside, he noticed how the sky, which was previously shades of yellow and red, had become dark, only illuminated by the moonlight from above. He sat back down next to (Y/N), and she grabbed as many of the cotton tissues she could hold in her hands, and continued watching the video that had been playing on his laptop.

“Ah! Omi, look!” Sakusa’s girlfriend drew her eyes away from the video and pointed to the sky, which looked like a dark canvas splattered with multi-colored paints, as fireworks began to light up the sky. He glanced up for a second, then looked back down at (Y/N), who was absolutely mesmerized by her astonished expression. He smiled softly, knowing that despite the cancellation of the Sanno Matsuri festival, fireworks were still set off to acknowledge its celebration.

(Y/N) suddenly wrapped her arms around Sakusa’s torso, bringing herself in to tell him, “Thank you so much for all of this. For everything.” Sakusa gingerly clasped his hands on her shoulders. (Y/N) placed a soft, chaste kiss on his lips, and as she pulled back, she stared longingly into his eyes.

“You’re missing the fireworks, (Y/N),” Sakusa said. She frowned, complaining that he just ruined their little intimate moment. Bringing herself closer to him, (Y/N) placed herself on Sakusa’s lap. His eyes remained low, carefully watching her every move. She brushed the hair out of Sakusa’s face, admiring his stoic expression as he looked up at her with indifferent eyes.

“You’re not watching my video,” he commented, “I made it just for you, and you’re not watching it.” Just the way he said it brought guilt to (Y/N)’s heart, and her mood dampened slightly. She visibly frowned, the action to which Sakusa brought his hand to cup her wet cheek. With his thumb, he rubbed away a falling tear.

“I made it to cheer you up; and yet you’re still sad. Why?” He asked. She looked up at Sakusa, meeting his gaze. She gave him a soft smile.

“I’m not sad, my love; I’m crying because you made me so, so happy, silly!”

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[vventure]

Pairing: Ennoshita Chikara x American!reader

Genre: Fluff

Plot: Rain? Not ideal, but Chikara won’t let it ruin a perfect opportunity.

HaikyuuWriters’ Monthly Prompt Event - Prompt: Summer

Word Count: 2020

Warnings: None

All characters are aged to 20+

A/N: Me? Writing fluff? More likely than you think djfkd My family has been going to the lake every summer for about 15 years now, so I wanted to share a little bit of that while also including Ennoshita and his Capricorn stellium. From my research, those with Capricorn stelliums in their natal charts like to plan in advance, and the best way forward is through. Hope you enjoy! I tried to make it enjoyable for those who aren’t American as well <3

Dappled light sparkled over white knuckles as the small convertible wound its way around sharp bends under your direction. Your begrudging passenger, Ennoshita, held your hand as though his digits were a snapping turtle that’d finally caught its prey. He was no coward, but the bottomless ravines caging the road coupled with the seasoned driving of a person unafraid of kinks in the path of the vehicle set his teeth on edge.

“You don’t trust my driving?” You queried, peeking over to discover his normally shiftless face uncharacteristically tense behind his dark sunglasses.

You’d rented the car when your flight landed in America and Ennoshita insisted he would drive the entire way to the lakeside cabin in the mountains. Having never driven while placed on the left side of the car he did remarkably well; it was a treat to observe his handsome profile as warm air blustered through his short locks. 

The confidence he’d possessed then evaporated the moment the road urged him to maneuver around a curve, prompting your boyfriend to pull over and admit he needed his designated passenger to take over, explaining that since you’d grown up driving ‘this way’ you should be the one to do it.

You understood his hesitation. When you’d moved to Japan for university, the only transportation you felt comfortable using was the train, the bus, or your own two feet. These modes took you far, but Ennoshita took you farther by offering to drive when you were too intimidated to even learn.

In this moment, the regret rolling off of him in waves was palpable even in the open air of the compact car.

“I trust you, I do,” he spoke feebly. “It’s just that...are you sure you’re okay with driving? It’s been years since you’ve done this.”

“I’m sure, baby,” came your response laced with finality. You lifted his hand to your lips, skimming them delicately over the smooth skin of his knuckles as you approached another twist in the road.

“Pay attention!” He cried, his rock-solid composure slipping as his free hand clapped over his eyes; the car continued to glide smoothly along the asphalt.

“I am,” you intoned against his hand before smiling. “Relax! You never get this worked up.”

“Don’t like when plans change,” he mumbled, a pout creasing his visage.

“What?”

“I just don’t like when things don’t go the way I planned.”

“I know,” you said with an inaudible sigh. “Don’t stress, just go with the flow.”

“Easier said than done,” came his garbled response that you chose to ignore. This was just the way that your boyfriend was: he was happiest when things worked out exactly in the manner he had planned. 

“We’re almost there, smooth sailing now.” 

You could see him visibly relax from the corner of your eye as the road straightened out ahead, the turn onto the graveled drive leading to the lake house approaching quickly. The view that each person navigating the narrow road gained when pulling into the driveway of the wood-clad cabin made the rattling of brains over potholes and oversized crushed rocks worthwhile.

Pine trees so tall they could tickle the sky framed the expanse of the crystalline lake with powder white clouds embedded in pristine cerulean reflected along its surface, inviting any passerby to dip their toes into the chill water.

Hopping out of the convertible, you were eager to grab the groceries and assist Ennoshita inside when the lake captured your attention. This happened every time your family visited your go-to location for summer vacation. 

There was something about the lake that made it your solace. Not so much the lake, but the memories shared here, like kayaking through hidden alcoves at dawn, swimming out as far as possible until your brain begged you to go back lest you be captured by a non-existent lake monster, and burning marshmallows over a fire that blazed too hot for too short a time as mosquitos buzzed away from your bug-sprayed skin.

The lake acted as a looking glass for you, sending snippets of the past through your mind as you leaned against the front of the car.

“[Y/n]?” Ennoshita prodded, his arms laden with plastic bags. “I’ve got everything, are you coming?”

“Oh!” you responded, snapping from your reverie with a small smile. “Let me help you.”

--

His mind was almost always consumed with plans. Planning for becoming a physical therapist from the beginning of high school. Planning the perfect way to ask if you’d like to see a movie with him after he met you in a general education class at university. Planning out what you both were looking for in a shared apartment and how to make it the best location for your careers. Planning how to make your relationship permanent.

He hated the saying “Change is inevitable,” and throughout life he’d worked to ensure that no matter what happened he stuck to his guns and completed the task at hand, so why did this sudden alteration of his image for the day feel different?

Dread had settled in Ennoshita’s spine, the fine hairs on the back of his neck standing stock-straight as he peered out over the tumultuous lake from the enclosed porch of the cabin.

The day had risen beautifully with the sun beaming along the peaked waves as boats skipped across the water. He was overjoyed to wake up to your beautiful face glowing in the morning light. Although the itinerary for the day seemed run-of-the-mill--preparing barbecue chicken and then enjoying a bonfire once it was dusk--there was something special that he wanted to spring on you that demanded perfection from the atmosphere.

The atmosphere was a fickle entity to work with, and his optimism surrounding the day was lashed down by pouring rain. It hammered against the once tranquil water and afforded the lake an ominous appearance, almost as if a monster was preparing for the perfect moment to show its grisled face. Dark thoughts were a hallmark of his mind on its descent to self-doubt, though he rarely stood at this precipice due to thorough plotting.

There was no way that he could explain this to you without revealing his hidden agenda. How was a chicken barbecue and bonfire supposed to be a special occasion? You’d tell him to move the dinner plans to tomorrow and order pizza in, problem easily solved. 

“Storms roll in fast,” you explained, your voice rising in volume with every step you took towards him. These were the first real words you’d spoken to him that weren’t whispered affections across the valley between your pillows in the dark. Translating for each set of parents had been all-consuming, but rewarding, leaving no time for conversations between lovers.

“I have to start the coals,” he said, placing his warm hand between your shoulder blades. “Where can I find an umbrella?”

“Let’s just order--”

“No, it’s okay,” he said, kissing you on the cheek. “The chicken won’t be good tomorrow anyway.”

“There’s a big yellow umbrella in the coat rack just inside the doorway,” you explained. “Let me at least help you.”

“No, stay in here so you can translate, it won’t take me that long to get this cooked up.”

Ennoshita quickly snatched the bag of marinated chicken from the fridge and the cheery yellow umbrella and made his way down to the grill to find your father standing over it, the coals smoking as they heated.

“You didn’t have to do that, sir,” he called in english to the man standing dangerously close to such high heat. “I was just coming down. Why don’t you go inside, I don’t want you to get sick.”

It was thoughtful of him to assist and save Ennoshita the time it would take to get everything set up. Now, all he had to do was dump the coals and start grilling. Rain sizzled along the white-cast charcoal nuggets as they cascaded into the belly of the grill before he put the grate over top. Water was already accumulating along the slotted metal as it sat waiting for food to be placed upon it. This wouldn’t work, the downpour might affect his ability to cook everything thoroughly. 

So Ennoshita sacrificed his comfort for the fate of dinner.

‘Not ideal,’ was the understatement of the year as Ennoshita stood in a cloth hoodie with rain soaking him all the way through. He steadfastly held the yellow umbrella over the hot grill as the marinated chicken cooked and took on flavor as though it were another sunny day at the lake.

No matter what, this was going to happen. He wouldn’t let rain ruin this evening.

It was fine if he was soaked, he could change quickly and meet everyone for dinner before the chicken was too cold. The best way around any obstacle is through.

The sound of the rain was so consuming that he hadn’t realized you were approaching until the rain was no longer sluicing off his face, a warm hand now firmly against his back. Looking up, he spotted a black umbrella now hovering over him to protect him from the elements. And to his left, there you were in your hoodie, your palm against his abdomen, and your eyes full of concerned love.

“What’re you doing out here?” He asked before turning to examine the food. 

“I told you I’d help.”

“Don’t they need a translator?”

“The language of afternoon judge shows is universal,” you quipped teasingly, to which he returned his usual bored look. “They’re okay for now, I think they were just preparing the side dishes.”

“You don’t have to do this, you know,” he said. 

“But I wanted to. Besides, we haven’t talked in days. I miss you.”

He smiled down at you, drinking in how your face still glowed with an inner beauty in the murky twilight and how the shine in your eyes never dulled by any undesirable circumstances. 

Giving you a small peck on the lips, he finally tore his eyes from your face and deemed the chicken ready for the family dinner.

--

Laughter flitted through the open screens of the porch where Ennoshita stood surveying the sight that greeted him once he was dried off and changed: five of the most important people to him stood around the fire pit. The rain had cleared to reveal a nearly blinding cherry sunset capped with deep plum, its appearance reflected on the now-calm lake it oversaw.

Japanese and English were quickly replaced by laughter as you reminisced and told jokes over the past, even Ennoshita’s least favorite childhood story of putting on a musical all about his stuffed animals for his mother surfaced in the jovial atmosphere.

Something about the way you stood, your back turned so you were merely a silhouette in the saturated light, had his eyes locked onto your form as you swirled and sipped from the wine glass in your hand between the two families he hoped to unite. 

People spoke of moments where everything dropped away and it was only the other person in front of them. Things often fell away for Ennoshita when he was focused on achieving a goal, superfluous people and emotions blurring, so he thought he knew what these so-called people were talking about. He was wrong.

Now he knew, watching your head tilt back to free the lilt of your laugh, this was the moment he’d been missing out on. Perhaps he’d experienced it during your first kiss, or even when you’d said yes to moving in with him—but this was different. The moment he’d planned this entire trip for had come, and he ceased his nervous fiddling. 

Although the day wasn’t perfect, you were.

“Chikara,” came your sweet call, your upturned face adorned with an affectionate smile reserved for him alone. “Come join us!”

The sound of your voice drew him from his thoughts, the square velvet box he’d been fidgeting with dropping to the bottom of his pocket as he made the journey downstairs to join the group. 

Any plan could change as long as he had you.

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[iwach4n]

pairing: oikawa x reader

prompt: marriage (for the HQWN monthly prompt event) - characters meeting at a wedding

synopsis: you had expected to see some old friends at your best friend’s wedding. just not old friends with benefits.

word count: 1049

read time: 4 minutes

warnings: mentions of sex (no actual explicit content)

When your friend told you that she’d invited a few people from high school to her wedding, you hadn’t cared. In fact, you were quite excited - you hadn’t kept in contact with many people from Seijoh, and this would definitely be a great opportunity to see some old friends.

But you certainly weren’t expecting him to be here.

By all accounts, it didn’t make sense. Your friend had never been close to him in high school - friendly acquaintances, but not nearly enough to keep in contact after graduation. Hell, you had been closer to the guy, and you still hadn’t spoken to him in six years. So why on earth was he invited?

Deep down, you knew your annoyance was a cover for the awkwardness you felt seeing him again. But that didn’t stop you from slinking over to the bride and asking her the most important question on your mind.

“Why the hell is To- Oikawa here?”

You winced when you realised you almost called him by his first name. Old habits die hard, you thought. Which was probably why you couldn’t stop your eyes raking over his body, noting how his skin was more tanned and how his tight dress shirt did little to hide how his muscles were even more defined than the last time you saw him. You really wished you’d had time to emotionally prepare for this.

“We ended up going to the same college, so we became pretty good friends,” she explained, frowning at you, “Why? Do you have something against him?”

“No,” you answered, jaw clenching as you watched him take off his jacket and roll up his sleeves, showing off his arms, “just wasn’t expecting to see him, that’s all.”

You knew you were hardly convincing her that you were fine, but how were you supposed to tell her about your past arrangement with Oikawa? Somehow, you doubted a wedding was the appropriate place to say ‘I used to be friends with benefits with the most popular guy in our school, who you are apparently now friends with and who is staring at me from across the room.’

Wait.

You’d been caught looking. Or maybe he had. You didn’t really know what to call it - you only knew that when your eyes moved from his bicep to his face, eye-contact was made and he looked just as shocked as you felt.

An awkward smile. An awkward wave. Next thing you knew, he was making a beeline straight for you, leaving whatever girl he had been charming to be confused about his sudden departure. It was only when he came to a stop in front of you that he seemed to realise he had no clue what he wanted to say.

“Oikawa,” you said, finally breaking the awkward staring contest. He laughed, equal parts disbelieving and tense.

“(Y/N),” he replied, “long time no see.”

“Tell me about it.”

Another awkward silence settled between you, if you could even call it that, considering the party going on around you.

The last time you'd seen him, he'd been accepting some volleyball reward at graduation. The last time you'd spoken to him, there had been a lot of moaning and hickies involved. The agreement had been 'no strings attached', and you both took that seriously. When the end of your third year rolled around, you never called again, and neither did he. From the way he had rushed over, and the way you could barely take yours eyes off him since you'd noticed he was there, maybe you’d taken it too seriously.

"I'm sorry, were you guys, like... closer than I thought in high school?" your friend piped up, still standing beside you, "I thought you guys barely knew each other."

"Yeah, I guess you could say we were a little bit closer than we let on," Oikawa said, visibly restraining himself from laughing.

'Understatement of the year,' you wanted to say, but you managed to clamp your mouth shut. There was a pretty big difference between occasionally saying hi to each other in the halls and having secret sex five times a week for a whole year.

It only took your friend a couple of glances between the two of you to notice that something was going on between the two of you. With a nudge to your side that was probably less discrete than she thought it was, she walked away to 'let you guys catch up'. Only when she was out of earshot did you allow yourselves to break down into genuine laughs.

"Would you believe me if I said I missed you?" Oikawa asked, still coming down from the laughter. You gave a small snort.

"I don't know what you'd have missed. It's not like you'd have trouble finding someone to fulfill my duties," you joked, and somehow, it wasn't awkward. Whatever your relationship had once been, it now seemed like more of an inside joke than a reason to avoid each other.

"You think I've still got it, eh?" he teased back, making you roll your eyes.

"Don't talk like you're old, we're only 24," you said, but even so, you found your eyes skimming up and down his body again. He was still just as handsome as six years ago, but now a little taller, more toned and tanned - god, that tan really suited him - and you knew for a fact that the attraction you felt to him before was still there, "but yeah. You look... really good."

All of a sudden, tension filled the air again. The knowledge that you couldn’t be ‘just friends’ - that that had become impossible the first time you’d hooked up at that one party - ingrained itself in your mind.

But if there’s one thing Oikawa Tooru is good at, it’s saving face.

“Wanna dance?”

And maybe, just maybe, you wouldn’t end up being ‘just friends with benefits’ either.

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↳ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝘬𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘺𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ↳ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢 𝘢𝘶, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 ↳ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝘬𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘺𝘢𝘮𝘢'𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰'𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵.

↳ 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘬𝘺𝘶𝘶 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵! ↳ 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐲 𝐅𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥 — 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘛𝘰𝘬𝘺𝘰’𝘴 𝘍𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘢 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘺 𝘍𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭. 𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘶𝘨𝘴? 𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱? 𝘋𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘳 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦? 𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥?

↳ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝘺/𝘯'𝘴 𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘣𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘬𝘢! 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘦.

·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ 

𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴

𝘰𝘯𝘦

𝘵𝘸𝘰

𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦

𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳

𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦

𝘴𝘪𝘹

𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯

𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦

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[sosugasweet]

make a wish [iwaizumi/reader]

pairing: Iwaizumi/gn!reader

rating G; just fluff; no warnings; wc 983

written for HaikyuuWriters’ monthly prompt event for June 2020

prompt: Fussa Firefly Festival

“Come on Hajime, let’s find a place to sit!”

Hands full with the spoils of your quest through the numerous food booths lining the streets, you gesture for him to follow as you seek a quiet seat in the grass. Prepared for the festivities, Iwaizumi pulls out a picnic blanket and spreads it out with a smooth flick of his wrist beneath a sturdy-looking tree.

This isn’t his first time at the Fussa Firefly Festival, but it is a first with you. It’s clear you are enjoying the experience, eyes bright as you soak in the sights, voice cheerful as you eagerly urge him to try the yakisoba.

“Oh look, they’ve released the fireflies already!”

Iwaizumi gazes at you, the warm yellow glow of the nearby lanterns gilding the curves of your face. A hint of a breeze fans your hair across your cheek, and he reaches out to tuck it behind your ear.

You turn and smile at his touch, eyes soft as the pad of his thumb gently traces your jawline. He hums at your inquisitive look, and glances to your left at the telltale thump of the taiko drums. The percussive beat resonates deep in his chest, nearly drowning out the sound of his own pounding heart.

Your eyes follow his gaze to the drums, and he looks back at you as his hand drops to his lap. The flickering of fireflies darting around you looks like the stars came down to dance, and he cracks a grin as one gets momentarily lost in your hair before flying away.

“Hmm? What is it, Hajime?”

His brief trance is broken when you turn to question him, and he feels his cheeks burn a little. It still feels too embarrassing to admit how much of an effect you have on him, so he covers up his silence with a gesture towards the numerous fireflies that swim through the grass.

“They seem calm around this many people.”

You agree with a thoughtful nod. “Usually they’re kind of difficult to catch. I got a lot of practice as a kid, though!”

At his curious gaze, you stand up, seemingly taking it as a challenge.

“Wait right here, I’ll be right back!”

Stifling a chuckle, Iwaizumi looks on as you slowly approach a nearby firefly, then flounder as it flickers into darkness and disappears into the growing night.

“I- I’ll get the next one!”

You cheer yourself on and move towards another patch of grass. He leans back on his arms as he watches you eagerly woo the next lightning bug into your hand, only for it to buzz and disappear in the air. Already the sky is so dark that Iwaizumi would barely be able to see his hand in front of his face if not for the many lanterns strung about for the festivities.

After a few more attempts, you return to the picnic blanket disappointedly.

“Guess my firefly-catching skills have gotten rusty after all.”

Iwaizumi does his best not to smile at how down you look, but he can’t help thinking about how adorable you are, doing your best to catch fireflies to show him.

“H-hey, don’t laugh!”

He reaches out before you have the chance to retort any further and tugs you into his lap. Startled, you lapse into a brief silence as his arms wrap around you, solid and warm.

“Look! The fireflies almost look like little shooting stars!”

Iwaizumi follows your gaze in time to see a number of fireflies soar upwards in unison, darting around with such speed they look like tiny comets.

“Let’s make a wish, then.”

Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath and prays you will always be able to find happiness in your life and he can remain by your side. Holding you in his arms knowing that you cherish him the way he cares for you is still something he still marvels at, thinks about late at night when the moon shines bright through his window and traces silhouettes on his bedroom floor.

Sometimes he feels like a firefly under your fond gaze, flickering bright and warm with emotions that dart out of reach when he tries to put them in words. And yet when you are at his side, your presence is the moon and he is the tide, inexorably pulled towards you again and again.

“What did you wish for?” Iwaizumi murmurs as you shift in his lap.

“I wished that I could always be by your side... and we could always be happy together like this.”

He opens his eyes to the spellbinding sight of your soft smile, and he etches it into his mind like he has a hundred other times.

“I hope both our wishes come true.” Iwaizumi muses, pulling you back into his chest and resting his chin on top of your head.

You reach back to poke his side. “Hey, you didn’t tell me what you wished for!”

He grasps your instigating hand and interlaces his fingers with yours. “If I tell you then it won’t come true.”

“Then what happens to my wishes?” You let out an indignant huff in protest. He doesn’t bother stifling his chuckle, easily able to imagine the pout on your face.

“Don’t worry, I got you covered.”

“H-huh?” You attempt to turn around but he gently locks you in place with his arms and drops a soft kiss on the crown of your head.

“Come on, let’s watch the fireflies before they disappear.”

The two of you look on as the golden specks of light gradually decrease in size and number until only a few remain among the trees, blinking periodically.

“Time to go home,” you sigh, slipping out of his loosened grip to start gathering your things.

“Home,” he repeats slowly, just as reluctant that the night is over.

After all, Hajime isn’t truly at home without you.

*****

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[hunnybby]

title: again

pairing: takeda ittetsu x fem reader

genre: fluff, general

when takeda goes to a wedding, he doesn’t expect to see you again after all this time

a/n: hello! this was written for the HQWN writers event! prompt:

Marriage — write about a wedding. Are your characters getting married? Do they meet at a wedding? Is this a sad reunion between your characters or a happy one? Or do your characters attending the wedding together?

word count: 850

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“long time no see, huh?”

takeda jumps, almost dropping his champagne flute glass, not because he’s frightened but because the voice is so familiar, so close, and so intimate. it’s a voice he hasn’t heard in years, hasn’t thought about in weeks.

it’s you.

he doesn’t want to turn around for fear that he might want to lose himself in you after all this time. he’s scared because if he looks you in the eye, he’ll forget the pain he went through when he lost you and instead will do all in his power to win you back.

“takeda?” you try agin.

he feels like his heart is being pinched between your fingers. he’s so stiff, that one might think he is one of the statues that adorn this hall.

“...takeda?” it’s volumes lower, and he hates that you sound hurt.

he sighs, bracing himself and straightening his glasses before he turns around to finally get a look at you.

and he does look at you. he looks at you with bated breath, and you are still as beautiful as he remembers.

you look at him with surprise in your eyes and flush on your cheeks. are you embarrassed? nervous? he wonders if you’ve been watching him this entire time. he wonders how he could’ve missed you.

clutching his glass and holding it closer to his chest, he searches his brain for something to say. anything to say.

maybe— how are you? where have you been all this time? are you still following your dreams to become a world class musician?

“what are you doing here?” he finally pipes up, and though it wasn’t said ill-mannered it makes him want to slap himself in the face. he hopes he hasn’t hurt your feelings. the conversation’s barely started.

then he begins to feel dumb. she’s here for the wedding, he thinks dumbly to himself.

he’s surprised that he doesn’t see a hint of dissatisfaction on your features. for the first time in a long time, he sees you smile. genuinely. his free hand flexes to keep from reaching out to you.

“it’s nice to see you, too,” you say, and you mean it. “my brother knows the groom. what are you doing here?” the softness of your voice catches him off-guard, so now he knows you are as scared as he is. for what? he doesn’t know.

“i know the groom. we work together.”

and you both stand there for a few uncomfortable seconds in silence, the wedding DJ playing what sounds like filler music while the guests are grabbing their food and sitting down at their tables.

takeda shifts from one foot to another.

“i missed you,” comes out of takeda’s mouth before he can even think. “and i’m glad to see you,” he adds after a beat, smiling at your form.

he sees your own smile widen. “i missed you, too.”

another beat of silence, except this time it’s better. you breathe in, and he knows you’re getting ready to start saying words at rapid-fire, “and i’m sorry i left-“

“it’s okay!” he says quickly. “i’m not- i’ve never been- disappointed in you. or upset. or angry at you.” and he means it. he’s never resented you, has never thought negatively of you.

it’s funny how so much can be said with so little words. it’s uncommon coming from him, since he usually has so much to say.

with you, he finds he never has to string elegance together.

he puts his glass down, and wipes both hands on his suit to rid of any sweat.

“i know.” he’s so lost in you that he doesn’t realize how close you’ve stepped to him. so close that he can smell your perfume.

your hand goes up to swipe dust away from his jacket, allowing you to move closer to him. “you’ve never been anything but understanding, takeda.”

he thinks he has to do something now to ease the tension he still feels. so, he takes the hand still near his breast pocket and sweeps his thumb across the palm of your hand.

he wants to say something, anything really. maybe something poetic, but the only things coming to mind are simple words to convey the complex feelings he has harbored for you all this time. what better way to reunite with a long lost love than at a ceremony meant to bind two lovers?

maybe you sense his hesitation, so you twirl your hand a bit and shake his. “let’s start over?” you ask, a sheepish grin making its way to your lips.

takeda mimics you, and gives you a firm shake. “nice to meet you again,” he says lightheartedly, almost as a joke. but he means it.

there’s no longer any filler music that plays, but a slow song about love. fitting for a wedding.

he feels a slight tug on his hand, pulling him in the direction of the dance floor. “let’s get to know each other— again,” you emphasize.

he lets himself be led by you. he wants to start over. of course he wants to start over.

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[lovelytsumu]

‧₊˚✧ ཻུ۪۪ ᵕ̈ happier

sakusa kiyoomi x asexual f!reader | hqwn monthly prompt!

prompt 4: write about LGBTQ+ Pride Month. Are your characters attending the parades? Are they a public speaker for a pride event? Is there a confession between two of your characters?

wc: 1,5k | genre: fluff, slight angst | tw: minor mentions of sex [nothing explicit]

this is dedicated to my best friend Gio and all my asexual mates. also if you’re not asexual, but your sexuality is linked to the ace spectrum!

Sakusa knew he wasn’t a guy who was constantly thinking about sex, also, he thought he wasn’t even comfortable with romantic relationships. But when he met her, ________, his ideas got totally ruined, and not in a bad way.

She was gentle, kind, respectful, lovely and beautiful. He noticed her back in highschool, when he was recognised as one of the top three aces in the country between the fifteen and eighteen years old category.

His cousin, Komori, was in the same school and same team, and that’s thanks to him that ___ came into his life.

At first, she introduced herself as his cousin’s best friend, also if Sakusa had never seen Komori with her. Anyway, he didn’t want to seem a stalker or something. 

She looked almost perfect in every situation. At school, she was always wearing a clean uniform, her hair was nevery messy, her makeup was neutral, not too much and not too many vibrant colours. Thanks to these details, Sakusa didn’t mind her presence, also if with her he acted the same ways as usual.

They got close, to the point Kiyoomi defined her one of his “friends”. When he told it to Komori, his cousin couldn’t believe him. A friend? A person like him, who has always preferred to be alone, defined someone his friend? Magic.

He didn’t want to admit it, but he enjoyed her company, to the point he was even able to open up more, and not exchange just two words and then staying in silence. But when, a month later, she went near him and Komori and told them she was dating with a boy from the third year, he was speechless. 

If he only wasn’t one of the “bad boys” of the school, he would be happy for his friend. He spent days thinking about her and her new relationship. Trying to forget her, he ended up feeling worse. Why was he thinking about her like that? She was just a friend.

When he spot her walking through the hallway holding hands with her boyfriend, Sakusa just looked at her smiling. He hoped ___ would smile at him in that way, but she looked happier with someone else.

He didn’t want to admit he developed something for her, it was wrong. It could ruin her relationship with him and her actual boyfriend, so he just watched her having fun from afar.

“Are you okay?” his cousin asked, noticing that he was often looking for his friend, that now was so distant. “Don’t tell me that you’re jealous of ___” “No” he was denying the obvious. He was jealous. Someone stole his first friend that easily, and he couldn’t do anything.

[...]

Some months have passed since ___ has started dating, and Sakusa, in a way or in another, suffocated his feelings for her.

His friend was aware that she hadn’t spent too much time with her friends, because she was always with her boyfriend. But, when she tried to talk to Kiyoomi, he sounded cold and distant, somehow he was trying to avoid to have a conversation with her.

“Komori, did anything happened to Sakusa? I have the feeling he’s trying to avoid me...” she asked, with a sad expression. “I don’t know... he’s a complicated person, he has always been alone.” “What?” “Since we were little, I brought him to some volleyball practices, because his parents were often too busy, and also his older sister was...”

“I guess I’ve been a terrible friend, then” ___ got up “Do you know where he is?” asked. “We’ll have practice in like twenty minutes, I think he should be here soon” said Komori, looking around.

“Who were you looking for?” Sakusa’s voice appeared behind them. “Oh! Hi!” his cousin jumped, he got scared. “Hi, Sakusa” ___ greeted him with a plain voice “Do you have five minutes? I’d like to talk to you in private” she asked, while Komori headed to the gym.

“What happened?” “I just want to know if you think I am a bad friend. You’ve been avoiding me for some time, Komori told me that you have never had too many friends, and the fact that I spent all of my free time with my boyfriend...” the girl was about to tear up, she felt very guilty for leaving his friend alone. “Oh... Don’t worry. Sorry, I was just overthinking these days” he answered, without looking in her eyes.

“Oh, okay then, have a good practice” she felt relieved, showing one of her smiles to her friend. On the other hand Sakusa wasn’t that relieved, he wanted to tell her that the boy who was dating was recognised as someone who only thought about sex and intimate things. Not that it was wrong, but, there’s a limit for everything,

The next week something strange happened. ___ and her boyfriend broke up. When he heard the news, he was about to choke on his water. After school, while he was crossing the street, he heard some voices. “Are you serious, why?” someone was talking, he stopped nearby, careful to not be seen. “I just offered her to have a magic night with me, after three months of dating and a lot of touching, and that bitch refused. I don’t know why, those little second years who wear pink bows are the hungriest—”

Enough. As soon as he left, his phone rang. It was Komori. “Hi Sakusa, can you come to my house for a second? I think you left there some papers yesterday” “Mh, okay, I’m on my way”

During his walk, he thought again how nasty can boys like that subject could be. He didn’t like being touched too much, but leaning his hands on a pure and fragile body like ___’s, and without consent. Disgusting. If he only could have the chance to tell ___ that he would never have the courage to do that nasty things to her.

When he knocked the door of his cousin’s home, he heard a feminine voice crying from the inside. Komori opened the door “___ is inside, she’s on the couch. She told me to call you” that short phrase was enough to connect the dots.

“Is it about your ex boyfriend, right?” he asked, without hesitation. ___ raised her head, looking at him with puffy eyes and nodding. He sat down on the couch near her. “Tell me what happened. I heard him talking shit about you after school” hearing those sentence, his friend started crying again. “No, wait– you don’t have to if you don’t feel like it, sorry... I didn’t meant to make you cry again” he said, panicking.

After a couple of minutes, the girl stopped sobbing and shivering. Komori got up and went to the kitchen to make some tea. “H-he b-broke up with me... because I-I don’t want t-to make a-anything w-with him” “I tried to tell you that he was a terrible kind of guy, but seeing you that happy with him... I couldn’t do it” ___ looked at him. “H-he was f-forcing me to do something I-I didn’t, also if I said to him that I am asexual”

“What” he totally didn’t expect that. “Please don’t judge me” she sobbed. “It’s fine, you don’t have to explain, I get your point” he said. “He told me how can I be asexual if I had kissed him before, and it was just an excuse because I didn’t like something of my body... I am totally fine with hugs, kisses and similars, but I don’t want to have any more heated... you know” ___ got near him, and then hugged her legs to her chest.

“If he really loved you, he wouldn’t have ever tried to push you over you limits” he said, looking at his friend. “If you were with me from the beginning, I would never have touched you without consent” he mumbled, thinking ___ hasn’t heard him. “I’m not that kind of guy that see the feminine body and thinks about it as a toy or other stuff, gross”

“You really think that?” ___ asked, looking at him. “Did I said it too loud?” “Maybe now it’s too soon because I’ve just broken up, but... in the future... do you want to keep in contact with me?” asked again, hoping for a positive answer.

“Sure, I’d like to” he said, looking in the other direction because a little blush covered his cheeks. “I am happy that I have someone like you who understands my situation... I feel better now” she smiled, one of those heart melting ones. He, in response, moved his arm around her small figure, bringing her closer.

“I am sure that with you I’ll be a thousand times happier than before”

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Paper Lanterns

Fandom: Haikyuu

Pairing: Sugawara x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 1.4K+

A/N: Doing this for Haikyuuwritersnet June event! It’s my first one for them so I hope you enjoy it <3 I also like to think that Suga volunteers at a cat shelter in his free time. I also would like to thank @megalodon-writes​ and @strawbirb​ for helping me bounce ideas off of them, and @gayforgreen-martians​ for being my Beta reader <3

Prompt: A and B’s plans to go to the festival didn’t quite pan out. Seeing how upset A is, B sets up their own home-made viewing in the backyard

As you are unlocking your car, your pone begins to buzz in your back pocket. You take it out and when you see who it is, butterflies begin to flutter inside your stomach. You swipe your thumb across the screen and place the phone to your ear.

“Y/N? I don’t think I can come to the festival. I was on my way home and spotted a kitten who appeared to be abandoned. She’s pretty young, so I picked up milk formula and a bottle. I need to feed her every 3-4 hours so I’ll need to stay home.” As Suga says this, you feel your heart sink.

Crestfallen, you respond, “Oh. U-um, I guess I’ll just stay ho-”

Before you can finish your sentence, he interrupts, “No, please, come over. I bought supplies for us to make our own paper lanterns while I was out.”

“Okay! I’ll see you then!” You hang up and clutch the phone to your chest, take a deep breath, and pull the door open.

You climb in, hook the phone into the aux, start the car, and turn on your favorite song on repeat.

As you pull into Suga’s driveway, you turn the volume down so you won’t be too embarrassed. You grab your phone and exit the car, holding your keys over your shoulder to lock the vehicle behind you.

Before you knock, Suga appears in the doorway, holding a tiny black kitten with white tufts of fur sprinkled throughout her body. Your heart starts pumping rapidly.

Suga holds the glass door open with one arm while securely holding the little cat in his other.

You slide off your flip-flops and pick them up in your right hand, then enter the Sugawara residence. Suga closes the door behind you and leads you straight through to the back yard.

There is a small sunflower garden on the right side of the yard. In the center, there are two chairs next to a fire. Next to the chairs is a circular glass table with s’mores and paper lantern supplies. Further back are several cherry blossom trees, filled sporadically with green leaves.

“Where are your parents?” you ask while slipping your shoes back on.

He smiles and puts some sandals on while he replies, “They wanted to go to the festival. It ends in about two hours.”

The realization that you will be alone with him while watching the sunset hits and your pulse kicks into high gear, blood rushing to your face. 

Suga leads you to the chairs and sits down in the one on the left. You join him by sitting in the other. The sweet rich scent of cedar burning hits your nostrils as the warmth from the fire heats the tips of your fingers and toes.

You look up to the sky and take in the beautiful view. There are birds flying along the orange purple and pink backdrop. Fluffy clouds are scattered above the sun. You can feel Suga’s eyes on you, so you turn to face him.

Once your eyes meet his, the kitten lets out a tiny mew. You immediately glance toward her and hold your hands out to take her.

He transfers the cat into your hands and pulls a bottle of milk out of his pocket. You set her down on your lap and take the bottle from him gently guiding the nib into her mouth.

As she is drinking, Suga speaks, “Y/N sure is cute.”

You look at him in shock. “Oh, I decided to name her Y/N Junior,” he explains.

“Oh,” you chuckle, trying to be nonchalant.

You look down to Junior, running one finger down her fragile back. Suddenly, you hear Suga blow a burst of air out from his mouth. Upon looking over, you see a charred marshmallow on a poker. He places a piece of chocolate delicately on the graham cracker, then places the marshmallow on top, using another graham cracker along with pressure to remove the poker.

He wakes a bite and smiles wide, “I love s’mores.”

“Yeah, but they’re way better when the marshmallow isn’t burnt,” you respond.

He looks at you quizzically before sticking two marshmallows on the poker and handing it to you. You place the empty bottle into the built-in cup holder on the chair and grab the poker, holding it carefully six inches above the flames. After one side crisps to a light golden brown, you rotate the marshmallows to finish toasting them to perfection.

You hold the poker out to him and ask, “Would you do the honors?”

He grabs enough for two, constructing the desserts quickly and with precision. Once the marshmallows are off, you lay the stick against the bricks surrounding the fire, careful to not only ensure it stays in place, but to keep from waking Y/N Junior.

Suga hands one to you once you are sitting upright again and an idea pops into your head, “Taste test on three... one... two... three!” you say, taking a large bite out of the sweet treat.

You hear an audible “mmm” from Suga as the flavors swirl around in your own mouth. The chewy marshmallow mingles wit the crunchy graham cracker as the chocolate melts.

“I guess I get why they call them s’mores,” you stare at him blankly as he continues, “It’s because once you have one, you always crave s’more!” You can't help it...a laugh escapes from your lips.

“Let’s see you do it the right way then, hot shot,” you say, handing him the poker with one hand while popping the rest of the snack into your mouth with the other.

Suga obliges, placing two marshmallows onto the device. You watch as he attempts to imitate your process. 

Unfortunately, he is holding the poker at a slightly downward angle, and a marshmallow falls into the pit. He quickly withdraws the poker, but the other marshmallow touches the flames. He blows it out and lays the stick on the ground, looking defeated.

“How about I stick to roasting the marshmallows from now on?” you ask, nudging him on the shoulder.

“Okay, but one day I’ll get it right and then I’ll show you!” He says.

Between you roasting the marshmallows, him constructing the s’mores, and the both of you devouring them, time passes quickly. Before you know it, fireflies emerge from hiding, joining the stars to twinkle in the sky.

Suga passes you a lantern and a marker. “My family has a tradition where we write our hopes on the sides of these lanterns before we let them fly away,” he explains.

You write yours down as he does his. He secretly lights his and lets it fly away, then hands a matchbook to you. You light yours and let it go, then quickly fan the match through the air until the flame goes out.

Not long after, fireworks begin, which startles Y/N Junior out of her cat nap. “Do you mind if we move inside? It will muffle the sounds of the explosions so Y/N can sleep,” Suga points out.

You stand up, carefully cradling the kitten in your arms and make your way to the house. You slide off your flip-flops and stand to the side while he opens the door for you. You enter and follow Suga through the house. 

He opens another door, revealing a room full of volleyball posters. The bed is neatly made with black linens, and there is a huge sit-in window taking up the wall facing the fireworks. Suga sits on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows. He looks between you and the bed, as if he were trying to tell you to join him.

You oblige, sitting with your back against the array of pillows. The air conditioner turns on, causing you to shiver. You feel Suga shift to grab something off the bed frame, then drape it across your back. From the feel of the material you can tell it’s his athletic jacket.

“So Y/N, what did you wish for?” He asked.

You pick up the kitten and hold her in the air so she is facing you as you respond, “I want her to grow big and strong, and I would like to be there for it too. What about you?”

At this point, he is watching the fireworks explode into the sky while you admire Junior’s cute face.

“Y/N look at me,” he says. You set the cat in the space between the two of you and turn to face him. “I was wishing for the courage to do this,” he says, sliding his fingers into your hair. His lips meet yours and sparks of electricity reach every cell in your body. The kiss ends in sync with the finale of fireworks, and you are happy that Suga held his own private viewing with you.

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Everything felt so right

Pairing: Iwaizumi Hajime x Sawamura Daichi

Prompt: Marriage for the HQWN’s June Prompt 

WC: ~700

Tagz: @the-black-birb @theyredreaminq @miyuswriting @madireyn

- Crossposted on AO3 -

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This was it. The big day. What could be one of the best days of Sawamura Daichi’s life. So why was he so abnormally nervous?

He should be so certain. Afterall, he and Iwaizumi Hajime have been dating for 5 years, and engaged for only one. Today was the day he’s been looking forward to for so long. He felt so certain yesterday, but everything seemed to go wrong, in almost a tidal wave of bad luck.

First, the hall messed up some of the meals, and luckily gave them enough warning so they could figure out a new one. Then, the tablecloths were one shade too light. Instead of a deep red, they got a ruby red. It sent Oikawa and Suga to the linen company to try and get some money back, since they had apparently overbooked that fabric. Lastly, Daichi’s suit was a little too loose. Luckily, Asahi knew how to fix it, so that’s what the two of them were up to now.

And it really didn’t help that Suga and Tanaka had left him and Asahi alone. The glass-hearted teddy bear in an intimidating giant’s body had no idea how to calm Daichi down as he started panicking. Even Daichi himself had no idea what was happening to him. He never had panic attacks, and even though he knew how to help others when they had them, he couldn’t do anything about it right now.

He faintly heard Suga come back in with someone else in tow, and despite how he tensed up and screwed his eyes shut when he felt a hand placed on his back. He followed the instructions that were given to him by a soft voice and calmed down. It took a moment after that for him to open his eyes, but his eyebrows only furrowed in confusion when he saw Oikawa there. It took his brain a moment to fill in the blank and realize it was Oikawa’s hand on his back, and not Sugawara’s.

“W-What?” Daichi stutters, surprised that his soon-to-be husband’s best man was there instead of his best man. “What happened to Suga?”

Oikawa only laughs, patting his back before getting up. “You’re the one who wanted to swap best men just before, Dai-chan.” The brunet reminds, getting to his feet and offering Daichi his hand. Daichi lets himself get tugged up, everything slowly coming back to him. “Oh, yea! Uh…” Daichi trails his sentence off, brushing invisible dust from the front of his suit jacket.

“Is he as anxious as I am?” He finally asks, letting his nerves show in his tone of voice as he turns to the mirror, fidgeting with and adjusting his tie. He hears Oikawa’s laugh from behind him, and Daichi whips around, cheeks aflame. “Hey!”

Oikawa pats Daichi’s shoulder, laughing still. The only thing Daichi could do is wait, so he does that until  Oikawa finally calms down and he speaks. “You know Iwa-chan almost as well as me, so you should know he’s a wreck, but he’s also excited.” Oikawa says, eyebrows furrowing slightly as he fixes Daichi’s askew tie. 

Sawamura blinks twice, his brain processing both the new information as Oikawa fixes his tie. He laughs fondly at the thought of Hajime fussing with his own tie, before he swats at Oikawa’s hands, fixing the tie himself. Oikawa squawks, but backs off with a chuckle. “Now, you ready?” Oikawa asks.

Daichi offers a small smile as he steps past Oikawa and through the door he was holding open. “I can hardly wait.” He admits, waiting at the back as he watches Oikawa and the rest of the groomsmen enter.

He knows, fully, that this is the moment. The one that’s going to be the start of the rest of his life. As Daichi steps into the venue, his eyes snap to Iwaizumi in an instant, and all of his fears melt away when he gazes into his eyes. Every fiber of Sawamura Daichi’s being, knows that he’s meant to be with Iwaizumi Hajime for the rest of his life. 

And maybe he’s known that since they met, years ago, on opposing sides of the volleyball court. Both teenagers that ended up at the same university and on the same side of the net. They made up their own little team, and Daichi knew that with Hajime on his side, life would be amazing.

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Welcome to HaikyuuWriter’s Monthly Prompt Event!

This is our very own member-exclusive event for our writers to create works inspired by the given prompts. At the end of the event, the network will post a poll for everyone to vote on their favorite piece. The winning piece will be announced on June 29th and will be promoted on the blog until the end of the next monthly event.

ACCEPTED PIECES

a scenario (at least 500 words)

a social media au (at least 5 images, not including profiles)

a headcanon (at least 100 words)

RULES

This is a member only event

Event is open from June 1st to June 22nd

Entries can be any genre or pairing

Entry must use the event hashtag

Must state your given prompt within your post (beginning or end) and clearly implement it in your work

Use at least 1 prompt but no more than 2

Must use the event hashtag: #haikyuuwriters 0620

If your piece isn’t liked by @haikyuuwritersadm​ within a week of posting, please dm it to that blog.

PROMPTS

Below are the prompts you can choose from! You don’t have to answer the questions — they’re just there to help get you thinking. Be as creative as possible as long as the prompt is the central focus of your writing piece.

Summer — write about summer. Do your characters have summer classes or are they on vacation? How are they celebrating a certain orange-haired someone’s birthday? Are there any fun beach or campfire parties going on that your characters host, attend, or skip out on?

Fathers’ Day — write about Fathers’ Day. Do any of the HQ!! characters have kids? Does your character surprise another with a big gift? Is this a day of mourning or celebration?

Marriage — write about a wedding. Are your characters getting married? Do they meet at a wedding? Is this a sad reunion between your characters or a happy one? Or do your characters attend the wedding together?

Pride — write about LGBTQ+ Pride Month. Are your characters attending the parades? Are they a public speaker for a pride event? Or are they doing pride-related arts and crafts? Is there a confession between two of your characters?

Fussa Firefly Festival — write about Tokyo’s Fussa Firefly Festival. Do your characters attend or are they scared of bugs? Are they there for the fireflies or the food and friendship? Do they make it in time for the festival or get caught in something else? Is this a romantic affair or a night of sneaking out to mess around?

A and B are spending their first summer together as a couple. Will they still feel just as interested in each other when their normal routines are thrown out of wack?

A’s older sibling is going out of town to celebrate fathers’ day with their spouse. Realizing a young child is a lot to handle alone, they call B over to help them out.

A and B are invited to a friend’s wedding - and the location is one they definitely wouldn’t have pinned down as wedding-friendly. 

A has been out to their family for as long as they can remember, but B unfortunately doesn’t have the same securities. A invites B over to their house to have their own pride celebration in the safety of their home.

A and B’s plans to go to the festival didn’t quite pan out. Seeing how upset A is, B sets up their own home-made viewing in the backyard.

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June Monthly Prompt Event Winner

All votes are in and the poll has closed!

We’d like to thank all of our participants for taking enough interest in this event to join! Thanks to you guys we got to see some really wonderful pieces. We’re lucky to have you as our network members 🥰 We hope you had a fun time with this little challenge and that you’ll join our future events as well (we have lots more besides monthly prompts).

For everyone that participated but didn’t win, please don’t be deterred! These events are not a reflection of the quality of your writing and are only meant to provide a fun challenge we can all work on together. The network’s main purpose is to provide a sense of community for Haikyuu!! Writers, so we are happy we could get some of you to join this event and take different approaches to it! All of your pieces are wonderful and are winners in our eyes. We’re really grateful you participated and we’re excited to see the rest of your work and your writing growth!

Thank you to the readers and voters too! Without you all, we wouldn’t be able to make this event happen. We appreciate each of you taking the time to support these hardworking writers and hopefully, you’ll continue to do so!

Now, as for our winner…

Congratulations, @zahrashallucinations​, for being our May Prompt Winner with your piece, All the Colors of Love!!!

As our winner, your piece will be promoted on our blog for an entire month until the end of the next Monthly Prompt Event! Thank you so much for sharing this piece with us and, of course, for being a member!

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