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starjaeyun · 9 months

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PINK !

— hanamaki dyes his hair pink when he finds out that it's your favorite color

includes! hanamaki takahiro x fem! reader

warnings! profanity, the seijoh 4 are in their 1st year in this

note! i'm not too sure whether or not pink-brown is hanamaki's natural hair color but i came up with this little delusion and i invite all of u to join me in it 😘😻❤ and i definitely did not write this because i am obsessed w/ pink hehehehehe 🥰

friday

hanamaki hates the color pink. and the whole volleyball club was well aware of this, especially his fellow 1st years. he made sure to remind them how much he hates that color whenever they told him that he would look good in it.

"makki! are you still considering to dye your hair? there's a new salon that just opened up recently! we should check it out, i read great reviews about it online!" now that oikawa brought it up he remembers that he was yet to pick a color to dye his hair into

"yeah, i am. though i'm not sure about the color yet" he explains, "and no i will not dye it pink" he adds upon seeing the similar expression the other three had

"i don't blame you for not wanting to dye it pink" iwaizumi starts, "i heard pink is a hard color to look good in"

oikawa raised his brow, "and where did you hear that? knowing you, you're not the type to look such things up"

"y/n told me about it"

of course, they were also well aware of hanamaki's huge crush on iwaizumi's classmate, whom he met on their first day of volleyball practice when she gave iwaizumi his water bottle that he left in their classroom

"nice try, not gonna work this time" hanamaki flashed him a sarcastic smile and continued munching on his onigiri

"i'm not kidding though. that woman is obsessed with pink even i'm starting to think her blood is pink and glittery"

monday

hanamaki makes his way to the gym, still sleepy and not fully awake for morning practice. he hears a group of people, obviously the rest of seijoh, talking so loudly inside. he yawns, "why do they sound more energetic than usual?"

and it was like he was showered with ice cold water when he opened the doors. because what the fuck were you doing there? and happily chatting with the coaches?!

"YOU DYED YOUR HAIR WITHOUT ME?!" oikawa's loud and annoying— as described by iwaizumi, matsukawa and hanamaki— voice echos through the gym

matsukawa and iwaizumi bursts out laughing, "and don't you hate pink?" oikawa, who was now pouting, adds

at his words, you let out an offensive gasp, "hanamaki hates pink?!" now you were starting to walk towards him along with the other first years, "but why?! pink suits you! i told iwa-chan many times that pink would suit you!"

hanamaki doesn't know where all his nervousness went but he was thankful that it decided to leave, "ah...i don't really hate it, i think it's alright"

the trio looks at him with a raised brow, "you told us last friday that you hate—" hanamaki coughs to interrupt matsukawa's sentence and as if luck was on his side, coach mizoguchi called for you to come over the benches

"what's she doing here?" he asked as he watched your retreating figure, "she applied for as our manager" iwaizumi explains while still giving hanamaki a judging look

"could you guys quit looking at me like that?!"

hanamaki hates the color pink

"we've been convincing you to dye your hair pink for more than a month and one mention of y/n-chan loving pink was all it took for you to actually dye it pink?!" oikawa's complains fell on deaf ears as they walked to their teammates

hanamaki hates the color pink. but if he had to dump pink paint all over himself for you to notice him, he would gladly do so

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nardo-headcanons · 4 months

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Iwagakure Worldbuilding Headcanon

yes, it is time. i have been planning to do this ever since i wrote the suna ones. what inspired me to write these? my chem analytics lab practical

People and Culture

Iwagakure is a rather densely populated village, with its country having a rather large population. The citizens of Iwa are often times brutally honest with each other and often work as one big union. The language spoken in Iwagakure sounds similar to Konoha's language, but not quite (Almost like Dutch sounds compared to German). There are many different dialects across different valleys, every one sounding slightly different from the other. This sometimes leads to interesting dialoagues, but they manage. Many foreigners think Iwa citizens don't have a sense of humor, but they do. It's just that it's rather dry compared to what most foreigners are used to.

Infrastructure

A lot of the infrastructure in Iwagakure is made of stone and their architecture is very immaculate and they like using earth style to accentuate their homes. Despite their economy not being the strongest, Iwagakure has a homeless rate of 0% since housing is easy to construct there.

Education

In the Iwa academy, genin are not only taught ninja skills, but basic geology and chemistry as well. Despite Iwa nin being regarded as 'stupid' by outsiders due to their funny accents, they have an extensive education system.

Fireworks

Fireworks in Iwagakure are a special good, and they are very proud of the fact that they invented it. No one really knows how, but the story says that one shinobi of Iwagakure's explosion corps added copper sulphate, rubidium acetate, strontiom sulphate and lithium chloride into their explosive clay, creating a prototype of the fireworks they use nowadays. Using their knowledge of the different minerals and their flame test colors, the earth country's pyrotechnicians are able to create elaborate artworks out of thin scraps.

Clothes

Most clothes are dyed with either natural colorants or colorful chemicals. Most older people prefer the natural dyes from plants, such as ube, purple and orange carrots, etc. The youngsters are more adventurous.

Politics

Much like Suna shinobi, Iwa ninjas had more trust in their tsuchikage than in their own daimyo, however this recently changed due to Oonoki, the third tsuchi-kage hiring mercenaries like the Akatsuki to work behind the other big villages backs. Since the economy of Iwagakure was not the strongest, they often relied on imperialism as well as colonialism to build their economy. In the modern era, this has changed, however, since Iwa and the Earth country in general is the biggest exporter of rare minerals such as, diamonds, pottery, glassware and fireworks.

Flora

The Earth country is a cold and rocky place, with many gushes of wind carrying rock and debris throughout the country, even beyond its borders. The winters of Iwagakure are very cold and harsh and the summers are only mild compared to the fire country, where Konoha is located. There is little to no vegetation, and the vegetation that exists is used for agriculture which has led to many native animals being driven out of their natural habitat.

Fauna

The mountains of Iwagakure are populated by ewes, goats and sheep, which, much like in our world, could not care less about gravity. Another animal that can be found in such large heights is the snow leopard, a symbol of bravery and strength to Iwagakure shinobi. Wolves are also native to Iwagakure, however its citizens have an ambiguous relationship to the canines, as they frequently pillage livestock from the people. It would also be a crime to not mention yaks, the national animal of Iwagakure. Their meat, tar and fur are all highly prized and yak meat serves as a protein source to many Iwa shinobi. When looking up into the sky, eagles, kites, vultures and hawks are no rarity, feasting on any small mammal they might find. Fortunately for all arachno- and insectophobes, Iwagakure's insect and spider population is rather small, the only ones that survive living in such high altitudes either minding their own business or even being useful to its citizens, the iwagakure mountain bees, coming to mind.

Food

Tubers and Root vegetables

The main component of any Iwagakure dish are tubers and root vegetables. Iwa nin actually prefer them over grains as their main source of carbohydrates. The most popular ones are potatoes, purple carrots, parsnips and onions. Often times, ube and ube extract is used as a flavoring agent and colorant for food.

Legumes

Another important stable of Iwa cuisine are beans, which are imported from Sunagakure. The most popular variety are kidney beans, mainly due to their color matching the iwagakure shinobi uniform. In the past there used to be many lectin and cyanide poisonings, until the government stepped in and implemented 'how to properly cook beans' into the education system.

Meat

Most meat comes from either yaks, goats, dear or sheep. Unlike their close allies, Sunagakure, Iwa nin rarely dry their meat and prefer it marinated or jarred.

Sweets

Similarly to Kirigakure, not many manufactured sweets can be found here, however, crispy rice cakes (Iwagakure rock mochi) are a specialty. The most popular filling for these rice cakes is, of course, red bean paste.

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sixosix · 2 years

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kuroo tetsurou: how you get the girl

kuroo’s married to his childhood crush, you come back to town, oikawa introduces you.

fem!reader, fluff, childhood friends reuniting, unnecessary cursing, getting together but also established relationship(?), wc 2.1k

kuroo cracks his eyes open to his phone hitting him square on the chest.

it’s not painful, not really, because whoever threw it was mindful enough; still, he yelps an indignant, “what the fuck?” because what the fuck? he’d been snapped out of his stupor violently, and glowers at his assailant.

sugawara stands in front of him, unperturbed.

kuroo resists the urge to punch his face -- himself or sugawara, who knows -- and grunts, “what are you doing here? you’re not--” his brows knit together, “wait, how did you even get in my room?”

sugawara jerks a finger at the door just in time for him to see oikawa clap kenma on the back, praising him for his cooperation. kenma doesn’t even look like he’s listening. “i know a guy who knows a guy who knows your father who knows you,” sugawara explains happily.

kuroo briefly considers pulling his pillow over his head and sleeping again, but sugawara might not be as kind this time and might make sure the corner of his phone hits kuroo’s nose.

he remembers having heard stories from daichi, and wisely decides that he would rather not face the wrath of an angry sugawara.

kuroo sighs. he’s not awake enough for this. he needs bokuto to cheer him up the way he always does -- maybe his loudness would distract kuroo enough to forget about his pounding headache. but bokuto is not here; he’s most likely also dying on his bed, but at least he has akaashi taking care of him.

all kuroo has is the violent sugawara, the annoying oikawa, the kenma who probably does not give a fuck about his current state -- kuroo doesn’t want to think about daichi’s reaction if he sees him in all his hangover glory.

“ngh,” he grunts again, less eloquently this time.

oikawa finally lets kenma escape and whirls in on kuroo, face furious. uh oh, kuroo thinks, and prepares for nuclear destruction. “i cannot,” he stresses with a hiss, “believe you had the nerve to go out and get wasted!”

sugawara nods in agreement.

“without me!” oikawa wails in utter betrayal, clutching kuroo’s shirt.

“hey,” sugawara warns.

“and without suga-chan and iwa-chan,” oikawa adds as sugawara nods in approval.

“sorry,” kuroo says, not really sorry. “you probably would’ve ruined the party anyway.”

sugawara and oikawa pull at his hair until the headache comes slamming back worse than before. “okay! okay! okay, fuck! i cede!” he screeches.

“good,” oikawa huffs. he seems satisfied enough to let go of kuroo’s shirt, patting his head comfortingly.

kuroo smacks his hand away.

sugawara hums thoughtfully as a glass of water materializes out of nowhere and appears in his hand. “i saw your father in the grocery store yesterday. he was telling me about your sad, pathetic single life.”

kuroo takes a deep breath and swears to himself to never call his father ever again.

“you met up with mr. kuroo without me!?” cries oikawa.

kuroo grumpily thanks sugawara for the water, takes one big gulp, and huffs. “my love life is none of your business. pa just likes to butt in it thinking he can find the perfect girl for me like it’s a game.” he doesn’t know anything.

“ooh.” oikawa’s eyes sparkle at the idea. “i'm in.”

“what?” kuroo shakes his head, horrified. “no, no. this might be a game to him, but i am not letting you join. one nagging romantic is enough.”

“but tetsu-chan! i’m the perfect man to help you!” oikawa proclaims. “plus, mr. kuroo is right. you’re, like, what? 50 years old and pitifully celibate.” kuroo splutters. “for a flirt, you are awful in the romance section.”

“i’m not a charity case! and stop talking about my love life like some book store category!”

“i’m not saying you are a charity case! i’m saying i know someone who also happens to be looking for a date, so you are a very lucky man!”

kuroo does not doubt that. if sugawara knows a guy who knows a guy, then oikawa knows everyone and the grandmothers of their mothers -- but also all of them happen to be in love with him.

kuroo expresses his doubt with a deadpan stare

sugawara chuckles. “i can’t force you to date but they’re right, you know. it won’t hurt to have fun once in a while.”

oikawa nods enthusiastically. “let me play matchmaker this once please!”

they both look at kuroo, who wilts under their gazes.

“fine,” kuroo murmurs in defeat, ignoring oikawa’s cheer and sugawara’s noise of approval. “think you have what it takes to introduce to me the love of my life?” he asks oikawa.

oikawa scoffs good-naturedly. “don’t doubt me.”

kuroo eyes him. “you're strangely optimistic.” it’s code word for: i am suspicious of your malicious intentions.

oikawa bats his eyelashes, tapping kuroo’s glass as a reminder for him to drink again. he does so, but still stares at oikawa.

sugawara places his hands on his hips. “tooru’s been thinking of making the two of you meet for a while now.” at kuroo’s wrinkled nose, sugawara clarifies: “about a week, which is when she met tooru.”

“she’s cute!” oikawa chirps. “not my type but definitely yours! trust me, i can tell. i know you, tetsu-chan”

kuroo shudders. “i hope she’s not using me to get to you.”

“no,” oikawa says, much more serious this time. “l/n-chan is nice. even iwa-chan says so!”

“l/n, huh?” kuroo wonders where he’s heard that name before. “okay. fine. i’ll give it a shot.”

kuroo swipes the ring on his bedside desk and slips it on his finger, ignoring the look oikawa shares with sugawara.

a crunch resounds dully beneath his feet from stepping over and over the snow muffling the pavement. a shiver rides up his spine despite the heavy layers of clothing -- he’s got, like, what? three? five? and at least two of them belong to sugawara who loves his coats and jackets thick.

“if it rises even one degree i would probably be burning,” kuroo says; believable if his teeth weren’t chattering.

“don’t be so dramatic!” says oikawa, and the fact that he, of all people, is saying that is comedy gold. “you look cuddly. i’m sure the ladies would love that in a boy…! sorry, man,” he corrects himself, “you should seriously consider looking the part, tetsu-chan.”

“i hate you,” kuroo says, eyeing oikawa’s fit coat distastefully as he struts and acts as if all the ladies aren’t ogling him.

it’s about a day after the date discussion when oikawa invites kuroo to his favorite cafe to meet the girl. kuroo had honestly forgotten about it, and scolded himself for doing so.

oh, well. this is a mutually beneficial deal. if she asked to meet up then kuroo can't be at fault either.

besides, oikawa’s right. if he plays this right, maybe he'll finally find the one. and if not the one then maybe a silly fling -- that hopefully won't be throwing a fit once they figure out kuroo is not the cool suave athletic player he is, but just some idiot who pretends he knows what he's doing.

if only dating was so easy.

(if only kuroo stopped pretending that he didn’t lose interest in it years ago. he eyes his finger, and his heart sinks. just because she’s a l/n? since when did you become so desperate?)

they order drinks for both of them. kuroo takes big sips, impatient. they take a seat in a secluded corner, the warm light enough to ease kuroo just a tiny bit. he feels guilty, for some reason. he thinks he knows why, but he doesn’t know why it matters.

oikawa taps kuroo’s shoulder. “do you want to see a pic of l/n-chan before i tell her we’re here?” he asks.

kuroo stretches his arms. “yeah, why not?”

“okay!” oikawa says happily. “here you go.” and shoves his phone to kuroo’s face.

kuroo blanches. “oh no.”

oikawa blinks once. twice. he was not expecting that reaction. “testu-chan…?”

“fuck,” kuroo repeats, with more feeling this time, realization sinking on him. “fuck, you meant that l/n! oh my god, i’m so stupid, of course she’s that l/n, ohmygod--”

oikawa panics, setting his phone down to bat kuroo’s hands away, which were starting to pull ruthlessly at his roots. “stop that! what’s wrong?” he hisses. “what, what? what’s wrong!?”

“shit!” kuroo curses. “fuck! dude.”

“you’re making me nervous, kuroo,” oikawa warns feebly.

“that’s the y/n i had a crush on!”

that makes oikawa pause. “you? having a crush?”

“yes it sounds fucking insane because y/n is the only one i ever took seriously! that’s the y/n who i thought i wouldn’t be fucking seeing again so i confessed my undying love before we parted ways thinking we would only be in each other’s hearts!”

oikawa stares at him incredulously. “that’s kind of pathetic, tetsu-chan. and embarrassing.”

“shut up.” kuroo flushes pink. “i know that.”

oikawa nods sympathetically. “stay strong, tetsu-chan!”

kuroo inhales sharply. “did kenma ever tell you how i got this ring?”

“hmm?” oikawa studies the band wrapped around kuroo’s finger, eyes unreadable. “it has a backstory? i thought you were just being fashionable off-court, like me! the ring is kind of dirty now, though.” he clicks his tongue. “you should get that cleaned.”

“i’ve had it since i was 7.”

“shit,” says oikawa, suddenly serious. “wait. y/n. did you get engaged with l/n-chan at 7!?”

kuroo makes a noise. “what? no! it’s not-- well, actually. maybe you can say that.”

oikawa is elated. “oh my god! that’s a promise ring!?”

kuroo is flustered beyond belief. “yes, it’s a promise ring.” in a desperate attempt to cool off his face, he croaks, “what are you even doing here? isn’t this supposed to be a date between me and l/n-san?”

“i just wanted to be a good friend and not let you make a fool of yourself!” knowing oikawa, he is completely serious about this. “but…i feel like i don’t need to worry about anything, huh?” his smile is softer now. “don’t fuck this up, or i will be very disappointed in you, tetsu-chan!”

before kuroo can respond, oikawa’s phone vibrates on the table, buzzing their drinks. “oh! it looks like i’m gonna have to skedaddle!” he says, like an idiot. he pats kuroo’s shoulder as he rises to his feet, too aggressive to be comforting.

“if all else fails, i’ll treat you to drinks.”

“it won’t, but, i appreciate the sentiment,” kuroo drawls sarcastically, now itching with nerves as he’s hit with agitation for a completely different reason. he can’t stop staring at his ring.

oikawa gives him a thumbs up. “i like the spirit, tetsu-chan! bye bye!”

the door opens at the same time oikawa hurries off. kuroo bites his lip, using his 6-foot ass to his advantage as he searches for a familiar face. damn. his heart might as well beat out of his chest at this point.

a figure comes up to him. “tetsurou.”

kuroo grins, weakly. “shit. it really is you.”

you laugh, taking a seat in front of him. kuroo feels dizzy. “i was very lucky to meet tooru-kun, who was nice enough to tell stories about his handsome teammate.” kuroo probably should feel disgusted that oikawa is talking about him that way, but with how it comes out of your mouth, it feels pleasant.

he clears his throat. “so… you knew it was me. when you accepted.”

your smile is sadder now. “yeah. you didn’t, when you accepted.”

kuroo frowns, fingers digging on his lap. “y/n-- i--” i was seven. i thought you weren’t real. i thought it wasn’t real, “--i’m sorry. i thought--”

“it’s okay, tetsu. i understand. i’m not an idiot, you know. i heard this is the only date you agreed to go, too, so i suppose i’m lucky it was me.” you turn away from him, sharp eyes scanning the room. he knows better. you’re avoiding his stare.

that doesn’t make him any less guilty. “i missed you…”

your eyes slide back to him, mirthful. “remember what you said? the night before i left.”

kuroo blushes furiously; he knows, and he’ll never forget it. not when it’s still fresh in his mind, not when the band around his finger is a solid reminder. “of course i do. you think i’ll forget something as important as that? thought you knew me better than that, princess.”

relieved, you smile, pulling him closer by the sleeves of his hundred-something-layer clothes. “of course,” you agree, holding out your hand where he can see the ring; it fits your finger perfectly now. “thank you for waiting.”

(rain heavy on his shoulders, hands clasped together, a ring box on the floor, kuroo whispering, “i want you for worse or for better,” rings glistening, your face wet not from the rain, “i would wait forever for you.”

the rings didn’t fit you both back then. but maybe he was right to keep it that way.)

a bit too cheesy for my liking but i hope it’s a good read nonetheless. thank you for reading! feedback is very appreciated! ( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 2 years

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Oikawa YN:

Manager of Team Japan

Team Japan featuring Oikawa x Oikawa YN (fem! Reader)

Warnings: Swearing, Oikawa and Atsumu in the same fic again

A/N: This is a request from @korrynn-nadine!

I see not one way this could go bad 😅

Even writing that I'm laughing, failing to convince myself that managing Team Japan AND being an Oikawa is a good idea

But at least you're a well liked Oikawa

You are so pretty YN 🥺

Seriously Iwaizumi is like 100% sure you were adopted because there was just no way NO WAY

When you first learned of the position as Team Japan's Manager, you honestly thought it would be a great gig

You knew alot about volleyball and you knew several of the players

Including our residential hotty Iwaizumi Hajime, 27, Athletic Trainer 🥵

Who you probably, more than likely definitely had a crush on 😏

Anyways, you didn't tell anyone you applied for the job

Because like if you didn't get it, there honestly wasn't any hurt feelings

But since Kuroo Tetsuro was put in charge of hiring the manager (let's just pretend he was ok don't come for me), he saw your name and thought

"What fun" -Kuroo 😈

You see Oikawa had quite the reputation in Japan and around the world

Not necessarily a GOOD reputation but he definitely did have one

Kuroo knew Ushijima, Kageyama and subsequently Iwaizumi were looking forward to crushing Argentina and therefore our bby boy Oikawa

So how fun would it be to have Oikawa's baby sister as manager 😃

God he's a brilliant man everyone, round of applause 👏🏻

Needless to say, you were so excited you got the job that you told Makki and Mattsun

You were going out to dinner with them when you broke the news

"Guess whose the new manager for Team Japan??" You said, beaming

Makki and Mattsin rn 👉🏻🤨🤨 who?

"Me, it's me"- you 😐

"Team Japan's what YN?"- Makki said

You just rolled your eyes because honestly boys 🙄

"Volleyball silly"- you

"Women's right" Mattsun said 😳

"Nope! Mens!"- You say as Makki spits his drink across the table and nearly chokes

"Oh my god YN you have to record Toru's reaction when you tell him!"- Mattsun said laughing so hard he almost fell on the floor

You rn 👉🏻😐

"Where'd the hidden camera's YN because this has to be a joke"- Makki, literally dying

Even telling your bestie Kyotani didn't go like you expected

"The men's OLYMPIC Volleyball team YN?"- Kentaro asks you

You RN 👉🏻 seriously why does everyone keep asking that 😐

Nevertheless, we have a job to do YN and there is only one person who can do it

That's right, you, Oikawa YN

You walked into the gym on your very first day so excited

Bby please I'm so excited FOR you 🥰

The guys all knew they were getting a manager and they were SO EXCITED

Bokuto, Hinata and Atsumu... mainly those three 🙄

so you walk into the gym and all eyes go to you

Kuroo is standing there too because why the fuck not 😅

Iwaizumi rn 👉🏻🤨 YN what are you doing here?

Kageyama and Ushijima 👉🏻 😐😐

Bokuto and Hinata 👉🏻🤪 🤸‍♂️

"Hi Haji!" You say waving "oh hi Tetsuro! I didn't know you'd be here today"

Iwaizumi is now looking between you and Kuroo like 😐😑

"Kuroo...."- Iwa getting a volleyball ready to throw

"Yes Iwaizumi"- Kuroo 😇

"Why the FUCK is YN here?"- Iwa 😠

Luckily for Kuroo, you save him from answering

"I'm the new manager Haji!! Isn't that great?!" You say so freaking excitedly

Please you are so happy and jumping with joy YN

The boys rn 👉🏻 😐😳 Iwaizumi istg if you don't say it's great...

"You do know who this is right?"- Iwa

"I'm YN silly"- you completely oblivious

"Yeah silly, she YN and she's hot"- Atsumu 😍

"Shes also an Oikawa"- Kageyama 😑

"You don't like me Tobio?"- You rn 🥺

"KAGEYAMA ISTG IF YOU MAKE HER CRY"- literally all of Team Japan rn

They all instantly love you 🥰

"YN, don't you think your brother is going to have a problem with you being our manager?"- Iwaizumi says

"I mean, who cares. Since when have I ever listened to Toru"- you

Straight fax not printer 💯

Iwaizumi 👉🏻🤔 you right

Thus begins the journey of our precious YN-chan

The boys instantly love you

Literally Hinata and Bokuto FEED off your praise

Everytime you compliment them, they legit get so cocky it's unreal

"Did you hear what YN said crappy-yama?"- Hinata 🤪

"You're receiving is still sloppy. Have you learned nothing"- Kageyama

Que the fighting 🙄

Mentally they are still in high-school and you can't convince me otherwise

Good think YN is great at talking people down

Seriously it's like a skill your proficient at especially having Toru as a brother

The sheer number of times you kept Iwa from killing him YN ☺️

Toru owes you his life honestly

Even Kageyama and Ushijima start to warm up to you

"Tobio that dump was SO COOL! Literally I had no idea it was even coming"- you 🤩

Kageyama 👉🏻😐😳😊 ah well-

"Wakatoshi oh my god I felt that spike shake the whole gym! I can't believe how strong you are!"- You 😍

Ushijima 👉🏻😐😊

Please Ushijima gives you headpats

You've officially been accepted YN 🥺

Now your relationship with Atsumu is basically the exact same as your relationship with Toru

Literally it's like being back at Seijoh again 🙄

"YN did you see that set??"- Atsumu

"Yes Sumi, perfect as always"- you 😐

"It was a tiny bit low but thankfully I'm so proficient you probably didn't even notice"- Atsumu 💅🏼

Please everyone knows Iwaizumi throws just as many balls at Atsumu as he did Oikawa

And YN is there with her concussion protocol sheet handy

And to remind Iwaizumi that Team Japan needs Atsumu to beat the other Oikawa

Honestly Team Japan is like a dream and you adore your boys

So why haven't you told Toru that you manage the team yet YN 🤔

Sounds like you might be putting it off 🙃

Not sure why you'd ever do that but you do

"Haji, please don't tell Toru I manage Team Japan yet ok?"- You begging your husband boyfriend bestie

Iwaizumi rn 👉🏻🤨 why....

"I don't want drama Hajime and wr all know Toru will drop everything to come here if I tell him"- You

Iwaizumi crosses his big strong arms across his buff ass chest

You rn 👉🏻😳🥵

"So you just plan to tell him at the Olympics YN?"- Iwaizumi

"Well I may or may not plan to tell him depending on the situation"- you 😬

Iwaizumi just shakes his head and laughs

He tells Mattsun and Makki (also Kindaichi and Kunimi) to get the cameras ready 🤣

So we finally make it 🙌🏻

The Summer Olympics 🏐🏅

You are excited and nervous

You managed to keep your secret for so long and now it's finally going to have to come out

You have carefully planned this moment YN

Down the the last detail 👏🏻

You are going to walk up to Toru in your team Japan jacket and just tell him

He definitely won't cause a scene at such a huge event like the Olympics right?

Totally right 🙃

You jump up and down, preparing yourself a little for the confrontation

"Toru, I'm team Japan's Manager and there is nothing you can do about it"- you say to yourself

"You got this YN!"- You, mentally

It's a good thing you don't have a needy team YN because that would make this lile 1000 times worse

Oh wait....

"YN HELP"- Hinata screams as you turn to see him

"Shoyo what's wrong-" "WE LOST BOKUTO" -Hinata screams

😐😐😐

Ok nothing to worry about...

When all of a sudden, I hear this agitating grading voice

"YN- what the hell..." your eyes widen as you turn to see your brother standing in his Argentinian jersey

when he looks at me 😐 and I look at him 👀 and he looks at me 😑 AND I LOOK AT HIM 😗🎶

"Uhhhh-" you 😰

"YN BOKUTO IS MISSING"- Atsumu screams from behind you

"YN"- Toru 😑

"YN- oh hi Oikawa" Iwaizumi 🙃

You rn 👉🏻 fml 🤦‍♀️

"YN- Oikawa " - 😡 Kageyama followed by Ushijima

This has to be some cruel joke from the universe istg-

Please Mattsun, Makki, Kunimi and Kindaichi have all appeared by now and have the devices recording 📱

Suna joined them

You 👉🏻🙄 ok ENOUGH!

"Sho, Sumu have you tried calling for him?"- You say as everyone stares at you

Hinata and Atsumu 👉🏻.... no....

You 👉🏻 ffs I have to do everything around her

"HEY HEY-"

"H E Y"- you hear Bokuto belf out as he makes his way through the crowd

You turn to see Toru now burning with fury

You cross your arms and glare at him

"Toru I'm managing Team Japan and there's nothing you can do about it"- you

Iwaizumi, Ushijima, Kageyama 👉🏻👀👀👀

Mattsun, Makki, Kunimi, Kindaichi, Suna 👉🏻🍿🧎‍♂️ 📱

Hinata and Atsumu 👉🏻🤨🤨

Bokuto 👉🏻 lost again 🙄

"I can't believe my sister would betray her own flesh and blood like this!"- Toru says in his dramatic ass tone

You 👉🏻😐🙄 I don't have time for this

"Alright boys come on, we have a match"- you say turning and walking ad the entire team follows you like little ducks in a row

"OIKAWA YN DONT YOU WALK AWAY FROM ME"- Toru screams

"Try and stop me"- you 🖕🏻

"You want me to hit him Yn"- Iwaizumi

"No let him be dramatic"- you say, grabbing the teams gear and heading to the gym

After your first game, you prepare to leave when you are stopped by the brick house that is your brother

"YN why didn't you tell me?"- Toru

"Because I knew you'd be this way Toru and I'm happy! So please don't ruin this"- you say, begging at this point

"YN I'd never ruin your happiness"- Toru, shocked and appalled ag your statement

You 👉🏻 🤨 I can't even count the number of times Toru

"I'm upset YN but i wish you would have told me sooner. As long as your happy YN"- Toru says

You 👉🏻😳🥺 really

Please hug him YN 🫂

"Also ypu can't date any of them"- Toru says as he kisses the top of your head

"Oh don't worry Toru, I only like Suna and Iwaizumi anyways"- you

"YN WHAT THE HELL"- Atsumu shouts 😱

Suna and Iwaizumi rn 👉🏻😏 😏

Please YN you've already created enough chaos for today 🥰

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Haikyuu Boys Reacting to Y/N Calling them "bro"

contents: lil bit of crack, fluff, swearing short n sweet includes: Akaashi, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Suna

masterlist

Akaashi

"Y/n," he said in a monotone way

the two of you were cuddling on your bed before his practice

"hmmm." you hummed into his chest

"I gotta go to practice" he patted your back kinda telling you to get up

"You're not leaving me, bro."

"Yes I-" he paused

"What'd you call me?"

"Bro, you're not leaving me here by myself."

"Um, I'm sorry, I have to."

"No, bro." you kept egging it on, trying to get a reaction out of him.

"Okay, wait a minute. What happened to 'baby' or 'Keiji', hm?" You sat up next to him and he looked at you with a cocked eyebrow and his arms crossed.

"I dunno, do you not like my new name for you, bro?"

"Okay, stop."

"Why bro?" you bit back laughter at his obvious aggravation

"STAHP." he tackled you and startled tickling you

"QUIT BRO!! HAHAHA." You cackled.

"No, not until you call me by my proper name."

"I thought HAHA you had to HA go to practice!"

"I'll wait."

"BABE stop I'm dying!" he stopped tickling you

"Thank you, now I gotta go, love you." he kissed your nose

"Love you too..." he left your room "bro."

"Y/N!!"

Oikawa

he just finished a practice game and you asked him to take you to McDonalds

after ordering, the line was taking mf forever

so you decided to do a lil smth

"Bro, I'm so hungryy!"

at first, he just thought you were thinking out loud so he just nodded in agreement

"Oh, by the way, you did great today, bro." You looked at him and smiled big

"Aw, than- wait huh?"

his brain rlly said wait a damn minute

"I said good game, bro."

"I- y/nnn." he whined

"What is it, man?"

"STOOPP." he dramaticaly threw his head back against his carseat

"What brooo." you mimicked him and threw your head back

"THAT! You should know by now that I am to be referred to as 'baby' 'honey' 'babe' or the occasional 'Tooru'."

"I just thought I would switch it up bro, do you not like it?"

"No!" he crossed his arms.

"Okaayy, I'm sorry baby." You kissed his cheek and he smiled cheekily

"I win again." He pulled up a bit and recieved the food.

He pulled off and looked at you stuffing your face (im sorry im rlly hungry rn)

"What?" you asked in between bites

"You just look cute, bro." He smiled as he stole a fry

"Hey! First off, you got your own fries, and if I can't call you bro, you can't call me it either."

"Okie dokie." He kissed your hand and the two of you drove home

Iwaizumi (we need low quality pics of him -_-)

he came back from one of his workouts and invited you over

and of course you said yes

he called you while you were otw and asked if you wanted smth prepared like food or drink

"Nah, bro I'm good for now but if you make smth for yourself I'll have some."

"Oh, ok."

"How was the workout man?"

"Uh, good?"

"I hear ya- AH SHIT."

"What, what? Are you ok babe?"

"Yeah, bro. Some dipshit just ran the red light in front of me and almost hit someone. I'll see you soon, dude."

"Ok, love you, be safe please."

"I will, love you too man." he hung up and you paused

"Crap, that sounded too friendly, now I feel bad."

when you got there, Iwa was sitting on his bed eating some chips and scrolling on his phone (showered ofc)

you sat next to him and kissed his forehead

"Hi, Iwa."

"Hey, bro." he didn't look up from his phone

"Ugh, I'm sorry, baby. It was a joke but it sounded rlly casual, I'm sorry." you peppered his face in kisses finishing with a kiss on the lips, which he returned

"It's okay, just watch yourself next time."

"Alrighty." you kissed his cheek and the two of you hung out for the rest of the afternoon

Suna

he decided to let you try your eyeliner skills on him

(im a sucker for eyeliner hcs with him)

so, you were sitting on his lap, one hand on his face the other carefully drawing a wing

he began to have one of those random ass coughing attacks

you pulled the eyeliner pen away from his face as he continued to die from coughing

"You good, bro?"

immediately stops coughing

he looked up at you

"Excuse me?"

you tried so fucking hard not to laugh at his serious expression

"I said, are you okay bro?"

"Bro? Are you friendzoning me rn?"

"No-"

"Here I am, letting you draw God knows what on my face and you call me BrO aRe YoU gOoD?" you could tell he was playfully being dramatic now

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry." you said in between giggles

"Now, what's my name?"

"I'm sorry schnookums."

"The fuck is a schnookums?"

"I'm sorry, babe." you rolled you eyes and smiled as he hugged your waist and leaned his head against you

You sighed, "Rin, I can't do your eyeliner with your head in my chest."

he kissed your collarbone. "Eh, you looked like you needed a break."

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kats-fic-recs · 1 year

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The Best Haikyuu fics I read in 2022

Iwaoi

Lost in Translation

Because misfortune come in threes, Iwaizumi Hajime starts his Thursday having a screaming fight with Shittykawa, spends his lunch break listening to the UCI women's volleyball team gossiping about how Ushijima Wakatoshi had gone public about his longtime love affair with Oikawa Tooru, and closes out the day by drunkenly dropping his phone into a sewer grate.

just hear me out

To stimulate Japan's low birthrates and take most of the guesswork out of dating, a beeper system was biologically developed in people's wrists, an audible confirmation to show romantic compatibility.

Iwaizumi's beeper has been going off for Oikawa since they've been kids. Oikawa's has only ever been silent.

In Defense of Reptiles (and Other Gross Things)

In their seventh year, Oikawa is chosen to be the Hogwarts champion in the Triwizard Tournament, and Iwaizumi suffers.

to be first, to be best

Hajime is apparently something of a masochist, and as he stares down at the tie-dyed AREA51 T-shirt in his hands, he thinks “I’m totally in love with this asshole, aren't I?”

evergreen

It’s exhausting to realize that he still knows Oikawa. He has no idea what stores Oikawa shops at anymore, which bands he’s been listening to lately, whether he still keeps plants in his apartment and whether they’re dying without Iwaizumi around to remind him to water them. But he knows how rain tastes on Oikawa’s lips in the summer and the drumbeat baseline of Oikawa’s heart under his palm, and there are some people you never really grow out of no matter how many other things change.

“When you left,” Iwaizumi says, swallowing against a scratchy throat, “I tried hard, for a long time, not to need you. You can’t blame me for being angry that it was easier for you to leave than it was for me to let you go.”

Ten years after he rejected Iwaizumi's marriage proposal, Oikawa is back in Sendai.

no love like your love

It happens when Daniel is rushing from the food court to the CS building, juggling his phone and a water bottle and a Panda Express takeout container. His lunch date with the cute girl from French class had gone longer than it should have, and he’s too worried about being late to pay any mind to the incoming call that flashes across his screen. Beyond noting that the number is international, he thinks nothing of it, declines, and moves on.

The person calls again, though, in the middle of the lecture, and he has to scramble to silence his phone before his professor can single him out.

By the time the period is over, he has five more missed calls and a text.

From: +81-XXX-XXX-XXXX

is this daniel? iwa-chan’s roommate? call me back when you’re available!!

Sometimes a love is so bright that those outside it can't help but bear witness.

Or: Iwaizumi and Oikawa from 5 + 1 points of view through the years.

heaven is a place in my head

For Iwaizumi, it’s a relief to be able to linger in the cocoon of this intermediate summer, blanketed from the buffeting winds of adulthood and responsibility and real decisionmaking. He would love nothing more than for it to stretch out and out and out, like a bubblegum bubble that spreads itself thin around the air trapped inside it until it pops.

But Oikawa has never liked having nothing to do. He gets restless if he’s bored for too long, starts feeling like he’s running out of time or something dumb like that. So Iwaizumi is almost expecting it when Oikawa barges into his room the afternoon of a heavy summer shower, overgrown bangs dripping rainwater into his eyes, a waterlogged piece of paper crumpled in his fist and a familiar hopeful gleam in his eyes.

When Oikawa convinces Iwaizumi to spend their last summer in Japan as camp counselors, Iwaizumi is prepared for bug bites, sunburns, and rowdy children.

He’s not prepared to spend two weeks kissing his best friend in what might just be the worst thought-out summer fling in existence.

— with melting wax and loosened strings

"If Oikawa is Hajime’s home — is Japan — then this room is his shrine. And Oikawa stands in the centre of it, eyes wide and mouth agape."

Hajime is a visual artist. He's been in love with Oikawa for such a long time that his hands know every curve and bend to Oikawa's figure. But now, with thousands of kilometres and hours between them, Iwaizumi is starting to forget Oikawa's features. It's enough to send him spiralling.

Or, 'Devotion, (2020, colourised)'.

Look For Him

She laughs gently. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so heartbroken before, Hajime.”

Iwaizumi sighs and prods at the mackerel with a chopstick. “Sorry. I can’t help it. It’s just different, you know? Like Oikawa pissed me off so much that now he’s not here I don’t know what to do with myself.”

“But you weren’t always annoyed with him, were you?” his grandmother smiles serenely and takes a sip of her tea. “My, my, Hajime, old women see everything. I saw you out there with my finches, when you were kissing Tooru’s nose. Your mother and father used to do the very same thing, you know, when they were younger. And look how long they’ve lasted. I hope you and Tooru last, Hajime. He’s very good for you.”

Oikawa has kissed Iwaizumi more times than either of them can count; it’s a constant thing, their lips never really leaving the other’s skin. There are, however, times when they’ve kissed that are burned into their memories. Eight of them, to be precise.

Cup of sugar

After about a month of his time in Irvine, the first package arrives. It’s standing there, on the table, big and heavy and exuding a familiarity that nearly brings tears to Hajime’s eyes.

“That’s really sweet,” Kevin says, eyeing Hajime’s valiant attempts to cut into the cardboard with a knife, “from your family?”

“My boyfriend,” Hajime clarifies, eyes not even straying to the return address. “That idiot’s the only one who would send me something after one month of being apart.”

Tooru and Hajime go long-distance, and Hajime contemplates whether he's accidentally become a sugar baby.

iwaizumi hajime has a ring

Iwaizumi Hajime has a ring on his finger.

A simple gold band with modest silver trimming resting snuggly on the fourth finger of his left hand.

Hajime is only 23 years old, is only in the midst of the second year of his post-graduate degree, and to Charlie’s apparently outdated knowledge, has been single at the very least since his move to America a little over a year ago.

Imagine his surprise when the dude came waltzing back after a month-long break, with a wedding ring on his finger, legally wed, and not speaking a word about it.

In which Hajime gets married and his friends in California have no idea who the lucky woman is.

KuroKen

And if you leave, will you promise you'll find your way back to me?

“Then it’s settled,” Kuroo says. “I’m going to call you every day, until you get sick of me.”

I could never get sick of you, Kenma thinks but doesn’t say. I think it’s going to be the other way around.

Or: the one where Kuroo goes to university and Kenma tries to deal with missing him, perhaps more than one should miss their best friend.

Show A Little Faith

“Why are you sending me a singing Valentine telegram?" Kenma asks, mouth flattened. "It’s six months until Valentine’s Day.”

“I bought a dwarf over the summer to use as cupid.” Kuroo says. “I figured he could use some practice.”

Presenting Kenma as the Boy-Who-Lived, whose living becomes a lot more interesting when Ravenclaw Prince Kuroo Tetsurou starts sending him singing telegrams about defeating the Dark Lord.

you're the brake lines failing (as my car swerves off the freeway)

Kenma thinks that Kuroo looks ugly with his head bent against the arm of the couch like that. Then Kenma thinks that he wants to marry him, and is promptly thrown into the 5 stages of grief.

the book of love is long and boring

“Since when did you become the all-knowing authority on love,” Kuroo teases as he rests his chin on Kenma’s bed, and Kenma bristles before a frown mars his face.

Because it’s not like Kuroo’s wrong.

Kenma's never really thought much about love, until an assignment from class forces him to. And then suddenly, it's the only thing that's on his mind.

teach me the way home

Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because —

because — I don’t know how to say it: a day is long

and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station

when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.

Kuroo and Kenma grow up in transit.

My Nameless World (I’ll Let You In)

It’s a modest two-bedroom in the western suburbs, far enough from the bustling crowds to be affordable but still counting, technically, as Tokyo. They’re noisy before they sleep but quiet when they rise, shuffling mutedly out of the door for joint morning runs before bursting back into the apartment for joint morning showers. Shouyou cooks breakfast while Kageyama packs their lunch and gym bags, and they never share a goodbye kiss because they always leave together.

It’s warm and cozy and disgustingly domestic, and it’s probably everything Shouyou’s ever dreamed of.

Except, Kenma thinks irately, Kageyama doesn’t actually live here.

===

Shouyou moves in with Kenma when he ends up in Tokyo for college. Kenma subsequently realizes that half the things in Shouyou’s boxes are actually Kageyama’s because he should have fucking known.

Kagehina

well, maybe i'm a crook

The thing is-- Hinata is in love with Kageyama and everyone knows it, including Kageyama.

by this time next year

"I got offers from two universities," Kageyama announces, pointing at his chest with his thumb. "I'm going to play volleyball at Keio this spring."

"You still have to pass an exam, even if it's an easy one," Takeda-sensei hurries to add, although he is beaming and bursting with pride at his fluffy little crow chick taking off to play volleyball at a university level.

"I'll pass," Kageyama says with the same kind of confidence he uses when he tells Hinata he'll get the toss to him. He looks straight at Hinata, and Hinata jerks and turns red, wondering if maybe Kageyama knew he was daydreaming about something as stupid as the way Kageyama talks to him during a game. But then Kageyama just points at him and says, "You'd better get in, too."

Hinata, stupid, naive, idiot that he is, grins wide and nods and says, "Yeah!"

He doesn't know what he's in for.

Bokuaka

daisy rings and frivolous things (i am deliriously in love with you)

Akaashi Keiji is in love. Bokuto Koutarou is a star. Everyone on Fukurodani has a gambling problem.

paper rings

Akaashi Keiji knows his relationship with Bokuto Koutarou has an expiration date. It was inevitable. Even the best things must end. Especially with Bokuto's dreams of volleyball stardom on the line, they don't have any other choice. Akaashi has made his peace with that.

Bokuto has other ideas.

surfacing

Keiji’s boyfriend has been cheating on him. During their public confrontation, he ends up walking out with the other man - Bokuto Koutarou. They strike up an unlikely friendship born from the bond of heartbreak, and, eventually, help one another to heal parts of themselves they perhaps hadn't even known were broken.

Alternatively: Bokuto tries to set Akaashi up with a rebound to make up for being “the other man.” It both does and does not go according to plan.

notice me kouhai

This was definitely, somehow, Bokuto's fault.

the strange music of your heart

"Hey," Konoha says, tone hushed, one day after practice when he and Bokuto end up staying behind together. "Akaashi likes you, you know?"

Bokuto is in the process of putting on a clean shirt. "Of course he does," he says, voice too close to his ears under the fabric. "We're friends!" He pulls the shirt down, freeing his head. "What," he says, suddenly self-conscious, "does someone not like me?"

in which akaashi falls for bokuto first.

Miscellaneous

Experimental Probability

Atsumu stares blankly back at him. "So, let me get this straight. Ya want me to kiss ya so you can tell whether or not yer in love with my brother?"

Rin winces at his word choice. "Not exactly how I would have phrased it, but yeah, pretty much."

Or: Suna Rintarou is not in love with his best friend. Scientific evidence would suggest otherwise.

Close to the Chest

It takes Yahaba thirteen years to realize he's different from the other kids, one to figure out how to hide it, and two more to learn to be happy just the way he is. Yahaba's journey ft. an extremely annoyed Kyoutani, best friend in the world Watari, and loads and loads of good senpai Oikawa.

seam-ripper

Asahi’s life is prone to falling apart at the very seams, something he has been aware of since his unfortunate birth approximately sixteen long, hard years ago. Due to the infallible accuracy of this fact, Asahi begins his second year of high school by getting involved in his very first physical altercation; he is subsequently subjected to what might be considered the most embarrassing social situation of the decade. And to top it all off with the perfect catastrophe cherry on the disaster sundae that is Asahi’s miserable existence, Suga is laughing at him.

Or, the story of Asahi and Nishinoya’s near-disastrous get-together.

hair smell

“Actually,” Takahiro starts, uncharacteristically serious. “You… Your hair smells nice.”

“My hair?” Issei blinks.

Takahiro nods. “Yeah.” He reaches a hand up, but doesn’t run his fingers through the curls—instead, he pushes them in at his scalp and scratches. He’s clearly very careful not to ruin the frizzy tangles on Issei’s head that are only achievable by means of product, air drying, and then sleeping-but-not-really on rough cotton pillowcases. The gesture is personal; it worms its way into Issei’s heart and takes root there, squeezing tight, pulsing in time with each of his heartbeats.

“I don’t know what it is,” Takahiro confesses. His face is still serious, but the line of his brow is definitely easing. “Your product? Conditioner?”

Issei shrugs. He didn’t even know about his hair smell until just now.

“But, anyway,” Takahiro continues, and he maintains steady eye contact, although his voice is suddenly small. “Sometimes I’ll smell it on someone else, and it makes me think of you.”

“Oh,” Issei says.

the inherent romance of classical conditioning (or, the fine art of emotional recognition)

It's stupid. Atsumu isn't a romantic, no matter how many times he's imagined laying Sakusa out and finally really touching him.

So there's no explanation for why Atsumu is constantly stuck thinking about brushing his fingertips against the meat of Sakusa's palms or the prominent tendons in his freaky wrists.

There's no explanation for why doing dishes sets off a warm burn in his ribcage, or why when he smells disinfectant he inhales like he's walking past a bakery.

Yer doin' this to me, he thinks furiously, as Sakusa derails his thoughts with kisses that come more and more frequently now. Yer conditionin' me, and I can't stop it.

Tending to a Wounded Heart

“Now, Iwaizumi-san, while I am flattered by your interest and must admit you’re very attractive, I must inform you my heart belongs to another, and I’m not sure your dear captain Oikaw-“ Satori wasn’t even able to finish his jest, as a fuming Iwaizumi interrupted him. A blush blooming from his hairline down to his neck.

“I’M NOT HITTING ON YOU, DUMBASS!”

...

After being discovered in the midst of breakdown in the bathroom of Seijoh, Tendou Satori strikes up an unusual friendship with Iwaizumi who seems keen on helping Tendou navigate his own unrequited feelings, despite ignoring his own.

All the while Tendou's teammates are becoming more and more concerned with their blocker's new behavior and mysterious texting buddy.

No more time to waste

Tsukishima Kei has a theory: crushes were originally conceived as a cosmic torture device. Now, he doesn’t exactly have a broad sample size to study, being completely unwilling to engage with either Hinata or Kuroo’s pining for their resolutely-stoic best friends, but it’s true from his experience. He has it worse than them, at any rate. His best friend is the furthest thing imaginable from stoic.

Tsukishima suffers through training camp in a heatwave. His infuriatingly attractive best friend does absolutely nothing to help.

my heart beats for contract law

"You had an emotional breakdown in a McDonalds drive-through."

"Mmm."

"And proposed to me."

"Shhh."

"In a McDonalds drive-through, Hiro."

Takahiro huffs out a nervous laugh, keeping his eyes closed. "You love it," he repeats, nuzzling closer.

Mint and Pine

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

don't bother checking my work (i've never cared for math anyway)

It isn’t until Shirabu’s back at LOCCENT that it really sinks in. Forty-eight wins? An impressive number, true, and a definite sign of Ushijima’s strength, especially compared to Tendou. But in anyone else, an unbalanced score like that would indicate a depressingly low chance of drift compatibility.

Drifting with Ushijima was simple statistically, but potentially deadly realistically. And drifting with Tendou? A veritable nightmare. If not for Washijou’s insistence, Shirabu would have dropped him long ago.

Still, something is calling to him. Something beyond numbers and data projections.

Because Ushijima may have knocked Tendou down forty-eight times. But that means there were forty-nine times he got back up.

Overflow

He laid his palm flat over Asahi’s jaw, almost shivering when the sparks fluttered up his arm and settled in his chest. His thumb came to rest in the little dip below Asahi’s lower lip, the skin there quivering with the tremble of Asahi’s mouth.

Glancing away from where he’d been intently watching the path of his fingers, Yuu found Asahi’s eyes wide open, with terror or awe it was hard to tell. And it hit him then what he’d just been doing.

Well, not really hit him. It sank into him, slow and staticky and warm and anxious—the realization that he’d never touched anybody like this before.

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summercreolefanfictioner · 10 months

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jigokuraku modern au headcanons pt 1

(did someone say jigokuraku modern au)

TW: violence, assault, and many more related themes you think this au will not have the same drama as they had in canon? this au will still have it regardless bcos I am angsty like that. btw imma do this per character so it's elaborated hehe

gabimaru

used to become a part of the yakuza, particularly the top hitman of the Iwa family (see my reference there)

his parents were both hitmen who tried to run away from the yakuza but were killed by osa, later on adopted him legally and made him yui's fiance at birth

contrary to canon, he's been interacting with yui a lot before their formal engagement ceremony so yeah they be closer than ever but they weren't obviously close

ran away with yui from the yakuza bcos he wanted the two of them to live normal lives so they stayed at a rundown apartment for like a few days, hiding from the yakuza constantly

that is until he was forced to confront osa and kill him mercilessly by disembowelling him and shooting his head 10 times

his last act as the hollow involved killing 4 to 5 men with a helmet and scissors after they almost harassed yui

stayed at a crime and rehabilitation center owned by the yamada clan afterwards since they were both minors plus yui was dealing with ptsd episodes

he and yui are still part of the iwa family tho but the yakuza part of the clan is not after them anymore

was still able to continue school bcos of jikka's interference (uhh let's just say he became the gabiyui caretaker) so yeah he transferred school midway in his term

people are still sht scared of him bcos of his reputation as a delinquent

none of the yakuza underdogs from other clans fight him anymore after receiving news of his defect from the iwa clan (shija just gives him criminal offensive side eye tho)

he is actually yui's kouhai in their school tho so he was always around the second years' building waiting for her during lunch and after school hours

he is classmates with toma tho (who gives him criminal offensive side eye bcos he fought with chobe once and it ended up with chobe almost dying, well gabi too but still)

constantly getting recruited by martial arts and other related clubs but he turns them down bcos he doesn't wanna deal with any sort of fighting

actually helps yui during her library committee duties (but is still not a member)

sometimes, he part-times as a delivery guy from a logistics company just so he can have his own allowance to buy things

is actually so smart in academics but is so rude like if you ask him abt a subject he would say "why don't you get this? it's easy" but he just means well (accdg to him at least)

goes to school riding a motorbike with yui sitting behind him (and yes that spot is reserved for her only)

girls don't usually pay attention to him until he starts showing off his athletic skills or when they see him without a shirt and they're like "I didn't know Gabimaru-kun is so hot"

yes, especially when he wears glasses 🥵🥵🥵

yui

as a child, she wanted a normal life like she didn't want the yakuza part of the family to be bestowed on her

yeah until osa slapped her face and beat her up so she would know her place as a woman of the iwa family

the smile left her since then, which saddened gabimaru to some extent since he has always known her for her life and beaming happiness

she and gabimaru got closer as they age but they mostly meet in private and it wasn't until gabimaru opened up abt not wanting to kill that they cemented their relationship into "more than just two people in an arranged marriage"

so they ran away, only for osa's men to catch her being alone in a rundown apartment, then they tried to harass her

even burned her face, a reminder of the yakuza's imprint on her

yui healed after being taken to a crime and rehabilitation center, accepting everything that has happened and finally being able to live with gabimaru in peace

now that she is a normal high school girl, you would think yui's life is rainbows and colorful butterflies

nah, she only got nasty rumors abt her being a spoiled yakuza princess and the scar might be an appeal for pity

fun fact: yui is in the same year as tenza, sagiri, and yuzuriha but sagiri and yuzu are from different class

one time tenza was helping yui with class duties bcos there were a lot of heavy materials and girls think she was two-timing gabimaru

so they confronted her abt it at the back of the school building, even threatened to do something to gabimaru, and the next thing yui broke the bones on their wrists (you think yui can't? she can. it's canon that she can crush chestnuts with bare hands)

and it was widespread around school to a point where people constantly avoided being involved with the gabiyui couple at this point

she's a member of the library committee which made all students wary bcos yeah bone-breaking incident

has actually high grades but not enough to make her an honor student (it's almost at par with gabi)

her cooking skills are on-point tho that some of her classmates go to her for cooking tips especially when it's time for their cooking class

she still gets money from the iwa family tho; is even owning a private villa somewhere near a beach as an inheritance from her father

has started making short videos of her cooking online

she actually got a real engagement ring from gabimaru and a promise that they'll marry once he turns 18

sagiri

best cinnamon girl who can cut you

has rich girl academia vibes since she is the daughter of the yamada crime and rehabilitation center ceo

besties with fuchi and senta despite them being at the university

met gabimaru by fighting him in the streets after she accidentally caught him killing a target (and yes, she won that one)

and then she tried knowing where he was going until she found out the address to the rundown apartment and met yui

since then, she's been rooting for the two

yeah until the whole yakuza shenanigan thing

but afterwards, the gabiyui couple got to know her more and even relied on her at times

ngl she might appear calm and composed, but she a diehard fangirl of romance drama and stuff 😭😭😭

even collects posters of this one male actor bcos the acting was so superb and he so handsome

also secretly goes to cafes bcos she likes sweet things until yuzuriha discovered her true self and motivated her to slowly come out of her shell

knows a lot abt beauty products and stuff, particularly body care like you can smell her floral fragrance from a mile away

almost tried to beat up shija bcos they were lurking around the campus, wanting to get gabimaru back to being a yakuza hitman (shija's from a different school)

she doesn't mind yuzuriha flirting with her and up to this day, she still thinks she's joking

but if you ask her, she cares about yuzuriha a lot. LIKE A LOT

she still wants to be the head of the yamada clan despite her father's sexist remarks

yuzuriha

former hacker and thief; used to pickpocket valuable items at the mall for her sick sister (eventually died though)

still continued her old ways until she got tired of it and just wanted to enjoy a life of not running away from the police

she met senta who told her she has the potential to live a free life and in turn, she inspired him to follow his path towards theology

also met sagiri from there bcos I love yuzugiri interactions thank you very much

tbh being around senta and sagiri influenced yuzuriha to work hard for her own money by working at the nearby convenience store

despite rumors suggesting she was a pick up girl, meeting men at random places to have sex and get money

annoys gabimaru to no end bcos she just likes riling him up like that (in return, he would remind her of her unrequited feelings towards sagiri)

"so anything new happening with you and wifey?"

"yui's not my wife yet"

"oh? so when's the wedding?"

"how about you? confessed to sagiri yet?"

also helps sagiri during her internship at the Yamada Crime and Rehabilitation Center (like retrieving info and stuff)

also goes to the same class as her at school

but despite being close to sagiri, yuzuriha maintains average-ish scores??? ngl she is smart if she puts her head to it but nah she wants a carefree life so yeah all grades are enough for her to graduate

girls hate her guts bcos many men are after her since "she dresses so scantily like a slut"

they don't bully her tho cause yuzuriha can beat them up fr

senta

best boy hehe

contrary to canon, he was able to pursue theology as his course for college (yay) despite his family's disapproval

is into arts and sht like he paints and writes a lot to the point when he struck a convo with yuzuriha just so she can become the muse of his arts

admires yuzuriha so much that he ships her with sagiri (is basically president of the yuzugiri ship)

although he retired from helping the Yamada Crime and Rehabilitation Center, there are times when he lends a hand fuchi and sagiri whenever they need him

he was actually the one who recommended gabimaru to go to the same school as yuzuriha and sagiri

still drops by his old high school to submit a few papers to shion and visit the yuzugiri couple every now and then

he tutors yuzuriha during his free time and reprimands her every time she slacks off (which is rare and scary, according to yuzuriha)

like she was really expecting a gentle and nice tutor only to see another form of demon 😨😨😨

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seijorhi · 4 months

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For events like the Olympics, what is Sea Change/ Settle Oikawa’s game plan for his family? Like is it still based on her good behavior if she can come or not? Or will he depend on Iwaizumi to manage things for him?

fhjdkksdjchvfjdks iwa's busy he's got a team to coach

i don't think oikawa in any iteration would be happy leaving his darling wife and babies home without him for any length of time, but in this case it's kind of a damned if ya do, damned if ya don't situation.

in either case he's not going to be able to keep as close an eye on them as he'd like. unlike in inescapable, there's no magical pass that's gonna let him keep them with him in the athlete's village. they'll be there for his games, of course, but for the majority of the time they need their athletes focused, and that means no family distractions.

on the other hand, he despises the thought of leaving her on her own, thousands of miles away out of his reach. too much time on her lonesome and she might start getting ideas. he won't risk her taking the kids and trying to leave him again.

but, another difference with the always/inescapable verse is that this reader isn't from japan. bringing her there won't be bringing her back to her home turf, it's another place she's out of her depth.

and, while he trusts the other wives/girlfriends/partners etc. to keep an eye on her to a certain extent, he also has another trump card up his sleeve – makki and mattsun have been just dying to see their favourite niece and nephew again. who better to show her around his old stomping ground? :))

#rhi answers #fic asks #sea change #settle

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sleepsucks · 1 year

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i usually don't add any text to these posts and keep my ranting in tags but exceptionnally i'll put some under a break this time :

First time i experienced the death of a pet and it sucked ( aside from the time my snails died when i was 10 and that still sucked but it didn't hit as hard I'll be honest )

he was only 13 and renal failure kinda hit him out of nowhere. by then i already knew there was no realistic chance he was going to get better, i was already aware that my parents were taking him to the vet to put him down, but augh. actually being told that it was done made me cry for hours. sucked.

here's a pic & a vid from when he was first brought home :

tiniest ball of fluff who was named Boule de Neige because i already sucked at giving names and didn't realized it'd be too long to pronounce and we'd just constantly call him Bouboule instead

After high school i was around less and less but he stayed at my parents place since he was used to it. big & grumpy majestic idiot who just became a constant part of the household that you don't really expect will actually be gone, yknow

( i liked this one a lot and it's still my phone's background but i'm very pissed because i used to have another one snapped mere seconds earlier, where he was still sleeping. it was set as my lock screen and it was perfect. then i lost my phone and i guess i should be glad that at least one of the two was transferred through cloud saves or whatever )

this was like...weeks before he started dying. he never got along too well with Treize because she wanted to play with him and he just wanted to be left alone, but near the end they'd sleep together like that sometimes. maybe he was just too tired at this point.

ANYWAY.

iwas away from home when he started feeling unwell and was only going to come back for like christmas but he just couldn't wait that long. in a way i'm "lucky" i didn't have to witness him getting weak and in pain but it sucks that i couldn't see him again. it sucks that he died alone because my mom couldn't bear being there at the end. i hope he was ok, i hope it didn't hurt. i hope he had a good life i'm feeling better now because that was almost literally a year ago but i'm kinda crying again now ngl. thinking about Sleep in the Heat by Pup.

i don't know how to give a smart conclusion to this

please hug your pets

#08.12.21 #2831 #pet death #boule de neige #i dumped pics and too much text in the read more do not go in unprepared

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iwaoiamiright · 2 months

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iwaoi drabble

iwaizumi was definitely oikawa's first kiss like they were 10 yo or something and oikawa gets curious and babbles something about how kissing works and iwa goes no u idiot That's not it and randomly presses their lips together then shoves him away. it was literally dumb and means nothing to them at that time but later when they're 12 oikawa brings it up again and iwa is dying of embarrassment so he reverts to teasing oikawa about being shy and a coward and lame and oikawa snaps, willing to prove he's not shy, smacks their mouths together again, yells in iwa's face about how he's not shy then immediately runs away. they think about that when they're 13 14 15 16 17 and how the world sees kissing and feelings and holding hands and for the first few years it's embarrassing, a cringe memory of having kissed your male best friend of entire life but once they've hit 18, oikawa realizes maybe he should've tried to do it again at 15 16 or 17, when it would've meant something and maybe develop into something. he realizes he wants to do it again, just to check what the reactions would be, just to see where it goes. iwaizumi never expresses anything or brings up these incidents so maybe he's forgotten or written it off as something dumb kids do. which it was, at that time. but oikawa would like it to be something else now. but he doesn't do anything. years pass and so much has been going on but every time they're sitting at a grassy field or walking back home or playing games together or going on shopping trips, oikawa wants to slot their hands together, wants to peck iwa on the cheeks and see where it goes. he doesn't.

when it's time for both of them to fly out of Japan for their lives, oikawa kisses iwa again, before he leaves for Argentina. he presses their lips together lightly, tears in his eyes, grabs his luggage and immediately turns away, not even checking what the reaction was. for now he doesn't need to know. he reaches Argentina, gets busy with all the procedures, checks his phone and fills with dread when he sees texts from iwaizumi on his screen among others. he answers all the texts but doesn't open the one from iwa. he checks the text the next day. it just says to let him know when he's reached. oikawa replies he's reached and settled in, lists the things he has to do for the day and they fall into easy conversation back and forth. they don't bring up the departing kiss. it didn't mean anything. oikawa understands.

they talk almost every day, calling most days, texting the others and none of them bring it up. which is fine. easier. better. they're both incredibly busy managing their foreign schedules and keeping up with family in Japan. over the years there are visits. very few. But when they meet they fall back on easy rhythms, show each other around their own cities and watch movies together. nothing has changed. It doesn't have to. they don't want it to. and that's okay.

years later from when they were 10, it happens again. the ecstasy from winning an Olympic match against your own country and old teammates will have you doing out of mind things. when they win, iwaizumi rushes over to hug oikawa, telling him he's proud and oikawa looks at him dewy eyed and soppy and decides to seal their lips together. it's only for a few seconds and iwaizumi doesn't reciprocate, frozen in place and oikawa let's go of him, hurt flashing across his face and hits iwa's back, plastering on a fake smile. he goes to greet his teammates. as iwaizumi walks back to the Japanese side, no one brings up what just happened, everyone too distraught by the loss. that night when the Argentine team celebrates, iwaizumi shows up at oikawa's doorstep, knowing he's holed up in his room, probably rewatching the match.

oikawa smiles at him, invites him in. they sit for a while, talking about the match, iwaizumi gives in first and says he shouldn't have done that in public. oikawa freezes for a few seconds before laughing airily and waving his hand in dismissal. "heat of the moment" he says offhandedly. "doesn't matter iwachan no one noticed. we can pretend it didn't happen." iwaizumi doesn't want to pretend. they've pretended for years. he wants it to mean something. he faces oikawa properly and places a gentle hand on his face and oikawa immediately freezes, his eyes wide . iwaizumi closes his eyes and dives in, doing something he's wanted to do since they were 16. he wanted it after their last match against karasuno in high school, wanted it on oikawa's 18th birthday, on the day they both said goodbyes at the airport and every time they visited each other in the past 7 years. he's wanted to kiss oikawa every day for most of his life so he finally does. consequences be damned. it's not the best kiss. it's timid and erroneous and downright laughable because of how inexperienced and shocked they both are. oikawa takes forever to react but finally reaches his arms around iwa's neck and pulls until they're both lying on the bed, iwaizumi on top of him. oikawa let's out a delighted noise at the back of his throat which melts iwa's insides. and he breaks free, looking down at oikawa with the most confused expression the setter had ever seen on his friends face. oikawa giggles and pokes the space between iwaizumi's eyebrows. "don't frown so much iwachan, your face is already scary enough." iwaizumi scoffs and they both dissolve into light laughter. oikawa stops laughing and brings iwaizumi close again. they spend several hours studying each other's faces, lips, hands, and touching. they'll talk later. they had forever together after all

#iwaoi #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #haikyuu

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HEY HEY I hope you’re having a wonderful afternoon! I was wondering if I could request an Xreader where y/n breaks up a fight! Not in the “look at me🥺look at me🥺this isn’t you🙁” way but the “knock it tf off😐” pulling the boys apart telling them to cut the BS way! I was thinking with Atsumu or Iwa? Eathier is fine! And if u feel like if you could throw in the cute little helping them with their bloody nose busted lip stuff! Tho it is perfectly fine if u don’t wan to! THANK YOU!

Fisticuffs

Warnings: fighting (duh)

Word count: 1,461

A/N: I had so much fun writing thisss (sorry for the wait, catching up on my requests post hiatus!) also every time I write Atsumu it points out how much I speak like him. Weird. :)

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It was normal to walk into a room and find Miya Atsumu mid punch. The sight, though one you found incredibly irritating, was unfortunately a common one, and one you had come to almost expect when checking in on your boyfriend. It was more common for him to be littered in small injuries from his daily fights with his twin than for any of them to be a result of volleyball.

You had told Atsumu multiple times how much you hated to see him in these fights, that they were stupid actions caused by stupid arguments and there was no reason they should happen — especially as frequently as they did. You always ended up being the one who had to clean him up after said fights, and each time they happened the angrier you were about them. There was a certain extent to which you understood teenage boys fighting their brothers, but it seemed as if Atsumu went out of his way to exceed this limit at every opportunity.

He understood you hated when he fought. He could tell by the look on your face and the curtness of your words afterwords that you despised it. It wasn’t as if he purposely got into fights just to make you mad, but the little jabs and aggressive nudges Osamu made throughout the day inevitably ended with the two of them rolling around on the gym floor; much like it did today.

The last straw for Atsumu had been when Osamu “accidentally” served the ball into the back of his head during their practice game. Four of their teammates on their side as well as the six on the other side of the net watched with amusement as Atsumu slowly turned around, picked up the ball, and promptly threw it back at his brother before running towards him. As soon as Osamu had managed to recover from the volleyball that had managed to hit him in the middle of his chest, Atsumu was already in front of him and tackling him to the ground. The two rolled around on the court, a blur of identical faces and dyed hair with shouts and insults spewing from them both.

When the doors to the gym swung open, all heads swiveled towards it; all but two who were too busy facing each other. There was silence as a lone pair of footsteps crossed half the court and then stopped beside the flurry of fists. You stared down at them, watching with angry annoyance as your boyfriend shoved his twin brother down onto the floor by the collar of his shirt.

From where he laid on the ground pinned beneath his brother, Osamu watched as you flicked Atsumu’s forehead, saw the confused anger take on his expression, and then the way his face fell when he turned and saw you standing beside him. Your hand moved to the back of his shirt, yanking him up by his collar and pulling him slightly away from the fight.

“Knock it off.” You say, stiff and final.

Osamu looks between Atsumu, you, and then back, flashing his brother a look somewhere between smugness and apologetic before pushing himself to his feet and walking towards Suna who had been watching with humorous enjoyment. He enjoyed watching the twins fight just as much as everyone else, but it became just that much better when he could see Atsumu get ridiculed by his girlfriend for doing so. Suna, Osamu, Atsumu, and the other boys who watched all waited for you to start yelling at him, or perhaps even flick him again.

But, nothing of the sort came.

Instead, you stepped around him and walked towards the door you had entered shortly before and left without so much as looking back.

Atsumu blinked at the now closed double doors, surprise and confusion pulling his brow together and leaving his mouth slightly agape.

“Dude,” Osamu says, calling his brothers attention. “She’s mad.”

Shit. Atsumu thought. Shit.

“Tell Kita I went to the bathroom!” He yells over his shoulder, now running out of the same door you had.

It takes a few minutes, but he manages to catch a glimpse of you rounding a corner of the main school building and then once again disappear from sight. He called your name, but the spot where you had been remained empty. He lets out an annoyed puff of air before taking off again, eventually rounding the corner and finding you a short ways down.

“Y/n! Hey, wait up a minute, will ya?”

You continue to ignore him, now walking away even faster. It didn’t take very long for Atsumu to catch up, his hand landing on your shoulder and forcing you around to face him.

“What.”

“Look, I’m sorry, okay? ‘S just ‘Samu was really gettin’ on my nerves, and I-“

“That’s what you said last time. And the time before that. I’m sick of it, Atsumu.”

He huffs. “I know, it’s just-“ He lifts his hand to run it through his hair, but his fingers graze the open cut on his forehead and he winces.

You watch as he swipes away the blood that starts dripping into his eye, drawing his split lip between his teeth.

You sigh, begrudgingly. “Sit down.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Atsumu glances at the wooden bench you pointed to and silently sits down, looking up at you as you set your backpack down on the bench beside him. He watches as you rummage through one of the pouches and pull out a small pack, opening it and pulling out a small rag. You take a few steps away and stand in front of the water fountain attached to the wall of the school, using your hip to press it and wet the cloth.

It’s silent as you come to stand before him, save for the occasional breeze and chirp of far off birds. You don’t say anything as you take his chin in your hand, avoiding his eyes and lifting the rag to clean the blood from his forehead. Atsumu winces though doesn’t complain, continuing to try to get you to look at him.

“Grab a bandage from in the bag.” You instruct.

“Oh, she talks?” He replies, a lopsided smile working its way onto his expression.

“Atsumu,” You warn.

“Alright, alright.” He turns, making sure not to twist out of your hold, and rummages through the small bag until he pulls out a small package and hands it to you. He frowns when you pull your hand away to open it, following your movements and watching you remove the bandaid and press it against his cut.

You lean back and double, triple, quadruple check your work, using it as an excuse not to look down and meet the deep brown eyes that you could see trying to meet yours in your peripheral vision.

“Y/n…” He trails off, unsure of what to say to get you to talk to him again; unsure if there was anything he could say.

“You said you were done getting into fights.” You don’t look at him as you talk, don’t reach out to him again, only keep staring at the bandaid on his forehead.

“I know.”

“Then what the hell was that?”

“In my defense, ‘Samu served at the back of my head.”

You can’t help the small laugh that bubbles past your lips at the thought of seeing the ball fly out and hit him, tucking your chin into your chest to try and hide the expression from him. He sees it, however, and he smiles, taking this as an opportunity to reach out and coax your hand into his. You don’t resist, letting him hold your unmoving hand in his.

“Look,” He starts, leaning down and forcing himself into your field of vision. “I shouldn’t’ve gotten into a fight with ‘Samu. But ya have ta know it’s inevitable. He annoys me too much.”

You heave a sigh, finally meeting his eyes. “I know. I just… I hate seeing you all beat up every time.”

“Damn, ya make it sound like I lose all of ‘em.”

“You know what I mean.”

“I do,” He agrees. “But it’s okay if I get ‘all beat up’ sometimes ‘cause I got you to clean me up.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yep.” He pulls you closer by your hand so you now stood between his legs. “Ya missed a spot, ya know.”

“Did I?” You ask.

“Yeah, pretty sure ‘Samu split my lip.”

You hum, taking his chin in your hand again and using the pad of your thumb to wipe the small trail of blood on his bottom lip.

“Better?”

“Almost,” He grins, pulling you down towards himself and reaching out, guiding your face towards his.

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datenightfright · 6 months

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It's me again! Only last week i saw your post, spent months out of tumblr, but what a great surpise was here for me when i came back. Iwas the one who asked for the nyarlathotep post last year, the one he's a mean bastard with the reader, and aaaa you did SUCH A GREAT JOb. I loved it. This comes as no surprise ofc but you write villains and cruelty like no one.

So here i come with another request if you're willing to write more for this deranged cultist...

I thought. The ✨️aftermath✨️. The reader finally gives in, and submits. To placate him, they begrudgingly decide to worship nyarlathotep a lil, and things get... spicy~

Honestly, I love writing for the Lovecraft Mythos, not enough people request it.

Something has changed within you, and Nyarlathotep is only slightly worried. You'd been so quiet in the days following your release from punishment, so listless, so lifeless he had to wonder if he went too far. He wanted nothing more than to take you into his arms and hold you, kiss you until your lips bled, but he had to remain strong. You'd made such progress, he didn't want to be selfish and undo all your hard work.

Even so it was hard on him, keeping distant. He ached for your touch, a deep yearning had instilled itself in his heart, he needed you, wanted you, desired you, and yet, there were still oceans between you two.

So when you approach him in his study one night, he's shocked. He doesn't keep the smile from his face as you look about. Strange artefacts piled on the shelves, books in unknown languages, a pleasant smell of old pages and book glue fill the air. He loved it here, and often came to think about his troubles in front of a fire place.

"Hello," He says, your eye travel back to him almost lazily. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your company." You stand in silence for a moment, blinking slowly, considering your options. Eventually you move in closer to him, stopping just short of his chair. He watches you intently, dying to know what's going on in that pretty little head of yours.

He watches as you take a deep breath, then kneel before him. He sits up now, rapt with attention. "I want to worship the Crawling Chaos," You confess. You place a hand on his knee. He would never admit it to anyone, not even himself, but he very nearly came right then and there. He smiles down at you, thrilled at this development.

"Proceed," He says, hoping this is going to go the way he wants it to. Your hand travels up his leg, sending little shock waves throughout his body. He often takes a human form for you, so you're not so intimidated by his alien contours, and today, it's paying off.

You make quick work of his belt. Lifting his hips is the only help he gives so you can pull his trousers down. He watches delighted as you stare at his massive cock. He watches you swallow thickly as you work out how best to go about your task. You stare so long he almost tells you what he wants, but you manage to pluck up the bravery to touch him. He relaxes into his seat, worrying at his bottom lip. You begin stroking him, and he's cursing himself at how close he is already.

He tries so hard not to make a sound. He wants to sound aloof, distant and not at all the desperate slut for you that he is, but when you finally lick a path from base to tip, he can't help the whimper that escapes.

You lap up his precum in an agonizing fashion, taking your time, savoring him. By the time you give his weeping head a proper suck, he's breathing heavily, sweating, clawing at the armrests of his chair.

"Enough!" He means for it to sound forceful, but he's so out of breath it comes out as a pathetic gasp. You hear him and immediately stop, looking panicked. He stares at you, hard, wanting nothing more than to pump you so full of his cum your belly distends and you taste it in the back of your throat. He's so weak from you already, he doesn't understand how he's going to go about it. "Go to your room," He commands, "Take of all your clothes and wait for me." You scramble to do as he says, which pleases him.

He takes a few moments to gather himself together. His hands shook so badly from pleasure that he had trouble pulling his pants back up to his waist. He takes five minutes, five agonizing minutes, to get control of himself again. When he finally manages it, he stalks towards the door, promising you a world of pleasure.

#nyarlathotep #lovecraft #h.p. lovecraft

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iwaasfairy · 6 months

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i’ve been on your blog since like 2020 i think and ur still iwas gf in my head i dont think of ur name i think of iwas lady

STOPPEPRPRKEJEJ IM GONNA CRY PUKE PEE N SHIT THIS IS KWJJEIEOEIE AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! thank youuu???omGgggg?? PNNFNFJR iwa’s girlfrienDDDJEKKRKRR yall see this shit (affectionate)??!! IWA’s giRL ♡♡♡♡ omFGEJJEJ I’m dying bleeding out I can’t handle

#awooogaahajdkd #thIS MADE ME SO HAPPY HAHHAHASHDID #ILYYYY #honey mail

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iwaoiness · 8 months

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Between Alphas

he's his song and he will never know how to sing another one

Oikawa's skin has always been soft, and when Iwaizumi touches it, when his warm fingers glide like river water over it, with parsimony and passion, it becomes all bristly, quivering skin, indulgent and wanting for more.

And fuck how Iwaizumi loves it.

It is nighttime. The orange light from the small lamp on the bedside table mixes with the night light filtering through the poorly drawn curtains, which sway in the faint breeze coming through the open window. They don't know what time it is, but they couldn't care less. Iwaizumi's sleep schedule has been broken for weeks now, and the reason is right there under his body, flushed, panting and submissive. His inner alpha couldn't be prouder.

Hajime's nose traces down Oikawa's neck, taking a deep breath. Oikawa smells of grapefruit and summer sun, a scent that envelops his senses, leaving him intoxicated and his mouth watering, whetting his appetite. He bites into his skin, not enough to sink his fangs, which have grown and burn to score, but enough to draw a loud groan from Oikawa and curve his back, making their pelvises rub together. Iwaizumi notices the surge of pheromones, how there's an itchy touch to them, how they intermingle with his own pheromones and create a strong, irresistible scent.

He begins to suck and lick, feeling Tooru stir underneath between grunts because Iwaizumi has his hands trapped against the mattress and can't scratch his bare back. Hajime slowly works his way up his skin, marking the path with kisses and soft puffs. His broad, firm shoulders tighten with the movement and, like a lion raising its head after tasting its prey, Iwaizumi raises his head to look at Oikawa as he licks his lips.

The taller's hair, wavy locks dyed chocolate, spreads across the pillow and some of it sticks to his forehead from sweat. His eyes, two orbs coated with the purest honey, almost eclipsed by pupils, are crystalline and clouded by the bomb of sensations he has not ceased to experience thanks to Iwa-chan. His cheeks tinged with sweet red, half-open lips glistening with saliva and swollen from the insufficient amount of kisses they've been sharing.

Iwaizumi thinks Oikawa couldn't be more handsome, more sexier, more hotter, more ethereal, more mine and only mine.

Until he sees those puffy, glossy lips curl into an ear-to-ear smile, loaded with mischief and sweetness, that makes Iwaizumi's heart wrap itself around warmth and beat hard and melt and turn into a mess because I don't know how you do it, but you have me wrapped around your fucking finger.

"Are you tired already, Iwa-chan?" He croons in a whispered, singsong voice, teasing him, because Oikawa enjoys trying to get under his skin, through muscles and veins.

Hajime is still captivated, but only for a second longer, before reflecting that same smile. With one hand, he holds both of Oikawa's wrists tightly above his head while his free hand catches his boyfriend's chin, lifting his face carefully, never breaking eye contact.

Actually, Oikawa could free himself from that grip, because he is just as strong, but he doesn't want to.

Yet.

"Tired, me? Look at you, Tooru." He answers, husky and low, his alpha rejoicing inwardly as he leans over him, grazing their noses and tantalising their lips. "Look at you how you are because of me." He descends his hand from his chin to his naked torso, slow and blazing, never taking his eyes for a single second from his boyfriend's restrained expression.

He sees him bite his lip and narrow his eyes. Oikawa's back curves, shuddering uncontrollably as one of his nails grazes his left nipple, still damp from the earlier biting and sucking. Iwaizumi smiles more and continues down, passing over his navel, sliding a little lower to the waistband of his blue shorts.

Doesn’t need to look at him, doesn’t need to touch him (yet), because he’s been feeling his hard cock against his from the very beginning.

"Look at you." He repeats, running his tongue over his lips.

Tooru, whose chest rises and falls at a surprising rate, who is drunk on the scent permeating the room, tilts his head slightly on his pillow. His eyes sparkle, glittering in the haze of excitement.

"Look at me." He doesn't beg, he orders, because that's his nature, because he knows what he wants and now he wants Iwaizumi to look at him, look at me and only me. "Look at me, Hajime."

He wants those eyes to get lost in his, those warm, calloused hands, made to save lives, to run over his skin that he has memorised, he wants those lips to melt back into his a thousand times over, he wants his ass to dance on Iwaizumi's member.

But he also wants to take control because his alpha is dying to touch him, to get lost in his muscles, to scratch his broad back, to grab his waist until his fingers mark it, to bite his neck, to make him growl and moan, to make Iwaizumi scream until he loses all his vocabulary and the only word he knows how to pronounce is his name.

Oikawa wants to turn Iwa-chan into a complete mess.

"Fucking tease boy." Iwaizumi snorts before bringing their lips together in a hungry, demanding and possessive kiss, where he lets him know who's in charge now as their tongues meet as if it's been years, brushing against each other's sharp fangs.

Their lips are moulded energetically, parting just enough to take in the scent they have formed together, and to let out growls and gasping names. Iwaizumi's hand continues its journey, slipping under the cotton shorts, outlining his waist, which rises inertia, leaving the way free for Iwa's hand to wrap around his back.

"Ha-Hajime." Tooru gasps between kisses, eyes half-opening slightly as he feels the alpha squeeze one of his buttocks before ripping (literally) his trousers off. "Wai... Wait." He tries to come back to his senses, to shake off the tangle clouding his mind, holding back the moans clawing at his throat as Iwaizumi begins to lunge at him over his clothes, slow and heavy.

His lower abdomen tingles and his cock throbs painfully.

"What's wrong, babe?" He finally asks as he releases his mouth, licking his lips before moving to his ear. Their torsos touch and rub and burn. "Don't you want me to, princess? Don't you want me to fuck you?" He whispers, deeply and low, almost making him purr when he hears that fucking nickname and when Iwaizumi's fangs caress the curve of his jaw. "Because I do." Iwa continues, his breath warm against his dermis and his words laden with a desire that takes Oikawa's breath away. Insane, it's going to drive me completely insane. "I want to reach deep inside you." Iwaizumi's palm opens and presses against Oikawa’s stomach. "I want to break you, Tooru."

Oikawa lets out a sob, closing his eyes tightly again while breathing almost heavily. This is too much. The pheromones Hajime’s expelling are becoming more and more pungent, and he fells himself drowning in the sweetness of cinnamon and the intensity of ginger because that's what Iwa-chan had smelled like for as long as Oikawa could remember. It smells of kindness and serenity.

But Oikawa isn’t an omega. He's riding out the tide of pheromones -which would have provoked the heat to any omega- like the proud, stubborn alpha he is because as dominant an alpha as Iwaizumi is, he doesn't want to lose to him.

However, by the time he forces himself to open his eyes and think of Makki wearing the blissful leopard borat swimming costume he had the audacity to wear one day to lower his horniness, Iwaizumi has begun to descend his body again. It passes over his collarbone, giving him a gentle nibble. He licks one of his pecs and nibbles on that sensitive pink button, eliciting a growl from him. Their gazes meet and, through his watery orbs, Oikawa sees Hajime's smile turn playful and continue his journey down his hard, worked abs, leaving a trail of kisses. Tooru loses himself in pleasure momentarily and the other alpha takes the opportunity to slowly remove his grip on Oikawa’s wrists, now having both hands free for the jackpot.

Iwaizumi spreads Tooru’s legs, firm hands supporting muscular thighs, and settles his face between them, still looking Oikawa in the eye. A stain darkens the blue fabric of Tooru's boxer (the white waistband of the garment reads Asahi's secret) and Iwaizumi licks his lips. The taller alpha props himself up as best he can on his elbows and frowns, about to complain. But the words don't come, his head tilts back and he ends up letting out a deep growl when Iwa-chan's hot mouth bites into his inner thigh, his black hair tickling close to his sensible cock.

"What's with the bad look, sweet boy?" He teases him, again leaving another bite, noticing how the leg trembles under his palm, feeding his alpha's ego and pride.

Let yourself go, Tooru, let me take you to the depths of hell.

"Y-you're... ngh... not... fair." He gasps, jerking his head up and lifting his chin. His scent accentuates and Iwaizumi's breath ties. "I want to be the top." He protests almost like a small child, jutting out his lower lip in a pout.

Hajime rests his head against Oikawa's good knee, his hair ruffling the alpha's skin, his intense eyes locked on his, the summer green darkening to a wintry green.

"No, we talked about this. Control is mine today, Tooru."

Oikawa's expression hardens and he growls, but this time as a warning, before grabbing Iwaizumi's hair and forcing him away from his crotch to lean towards him. Hajime, stunned, opens his mouth to retort what the fuck is he doing when Oikawa kisses him with the intensity of fire stoked by gasoline, moving his hand down from his hair to the back of his neck, clinging to it tightly because I want to be the top, Iwa-chan, and I'm going to be the damn top.

Hajime's eyes close in inertia under his scowl and that's when the alpha of each completely takes the reins. They snarl at each other between kisses like wolves fighting until Oikawa manages to reverse roles and get Iwa under his body, holding his wrists firmly against the mattress as Hajime did at first and sitting on his hips. The alpha scrambles to try to get free, but Tooru quickly uses his legs to pin Iwa’s.

Oikawa bites down on his lower lip a little too hard, the metallic taste of blood mixing with the saliva. Iwaizumi's curses are lost inside their mouths as he deepens the kiss, but they end up being heard clearly when Oikawa diverts his mouth to his neck and bites and licks and sniffs. With each touch, Tooru notices how Iwa-chan continues to press hard against him, and it sends a tingle through his stomach that spreads through his body like a raging wave. He feels his blood rushing through his veins, his face reddening a little more, his breathing altering, his scent thickening and deepening, his fangs aching.

He wants to make Iwa-chan his now. He wants to mark him because Iwa-chan is mine, only mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, he repeats like a prayer.

He is missing out completely.

"Oi, Oikawa! What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" Iwaizumi exclaims in overwhelm as the other alpha sinks deeper into his neck, one of his hands holding his wrists up and the other clinging to his waist tightly, his fingers digging into his skin. "Hey, Tooru!" He insists again with a frown, trying to get out, but Oikawa barely hears him, feels his voice distant and opaque, as if he's sinking into the ocean.

That's when Hajime knows something is wrong. He feels Oikawa shudder, moaning against his skin as his cock rubs against his in a slow, needy sway.

"Oikawa, let g-" His voice breaks into a whimper, shaking once more until he hears Oikawa growl at his before he finally pulls away from his neck and Iwaizumi falls silent as, in the dim lighting, he sees it. He sees the dark orbs of their eyes and their pupils now elongated like those of a feline.

Tooru has just come into heat, but he’s holding back trying to keep his alpha under control, and Iwaizumi knows he’s in pain by the agitated way he’s breathing, the anguish on his face, and the scent of fear.

"Stop it... stop it..." He seems to be talking to himself, his gaze lost and his voice cracking, hoarse and deep as he lets go of Iwaizumi and walks away from him. Hajime blinks, heart thundering in his eardrums as he watches him in a daze; he’s never seen him like this, never seen him in his first day of heat until now. "I mustn't... I mustn't mark you." He sobs and raises his left forearm, burying his fangs and teeth into his skin, closing his eyes tightly against the intense pain.

And then Iwaizumi reacts. Quickly, he reaches his arm towards the headboard of the bed and, knocking over the Star Wars Funko Pops that decorate it, he rummages around until he finds the inhibitor that Oikawa keeps there. He immediately sits up, sitting down as his boyfriend continues to hold back between grunts and gasps, and quickly opens the box. Cursing the trembling in his hands, Iwa pulls out the syringe and a glass vial filled with inhibitor serum. He fails to fill the syringe with the dose on the first attempt, but when he succeeds on the second try, he looks back at his boyfriend and, without a second thought, plunges the needle into Oikawa's arm and injects the dose.

The alpha whimpers like an abandoned puppy as the liquid, burning like the desert sun, makes its way through his veins. He strains his eyes open, still with his arm in his mouth, his skin flushed red. Iwaizumi feels a knot in his stomach and his heart shrinks as Tooru looks into his eyes, which slowly begin to return to normal as his jaw relaxes and he finally releases his arm, revealing the ugly wound his sore teeth have left in his dermis.

Oikawa hisses as he feels pain and stifles a cry as he looks down and sees his wound, quickly covering it with his hand and shrinking into himself, stunned and terrified. The reality of what he has done, of what he has been about to do, hits him like a goods train. Bile rises in his throat, and he becomes unable to look Iwa-chan in the eye. What has he done?

What have I done?

"Tooru." Hajime manages to get his voice out to call out to him, gesturing to touch him, but the alpha turns away, shaking his head.

What have I done, what have I done, what have I done, what have I done, what have I done.

"Tooru, please. Come." But Iwaizumi continues to insist, pleading, expelling a wave of pheromones, soft and sweet.

"I'll… I’ll hurt you." He mumbles in terror, not taking his eyes off the bite, shuddering at the thought that this is what he would have done to Iwaizumi if he hadn't controlled himself.

"Don't be an idiot, you won't." Hajime frowns, moving closer to him once again, gently resting his hands on the other's trembling arms. Oikawa shrinks more. "Look at me, Tooru." He resists despite the delicate scent of cinnamon enveloping him like a warm blanket in autumn. "Look at me, please." Oikawa swallows saliva, all his defences cracking, and finally, biting his lower lip, he slowly raises his crystalline gaze to Iwa-chan. His eyes, ever stoic and confident, swim tonight in concern.

My fault, my fault, my fault, my fault.

"I'm fine, see?" His voice sweetens and he settles in, slipping his legs slowly under Oikawa's, moving closer until he can wrap his arms around Tooru’s waist. "And I'm here, with you." Hajime continues, resting his firm hand between his shoulder blades, welcoming him into a hug that hurts and heals. "I'm not going anywhere." He promises close to his ear, feeling him tremble in his arms as he sinks his face into the hollow between his shoulder and neck.

"I'm sorry, Iwa-chan." He mutters then, his voice so broken that it stabs like daggers into Iwaizumi's chest. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He repeats over and over, on the verge of sobbing, curling into Iwaizumi and holding his shirt tightly in his healthy hand, even though guilt eats at him and there's a voice screaming at him to stay away from Hajime because he doesn't deserve him.

He's not an omega, you're not omega either, why should you even try? This relationship is doomed to fail.

Hajime hugs him tighter, with the affection and security of someone who knows how to protect and understand, gently pushing his hair aside to distribute small kisses behind his ear and smell his gland.

They remain like that, cuddled together in bed, their skins exposed and their souls restless. It's fine, everything's fine, Iwaizumi wants to tell him, but his words catch in his throat. It's not okay, nothing is okay, and the alpha knows it, which is why he cries silently in the warmth of the shelter around him.

Again, yet another night, it's all gone to shit. They have been trying for months to take the plunge, to jump into the other world they are dying to explore hand in hand with each other. But there is no way and they end up frustrated because they are blinded by the suffocating pride of their alphas, and neither can be tamed by the other, no matter how much they want it. And sometimes, just sometimes, Hajime thinks if it's really worth it to keep having what they have. He loves Tooru, he loves him as he has never loved anyone before, yet he feels that this is going to end up consuming them completely.

Because they are like dead bodies of stars about to collide and create a tidal wave of destruction that would sweep everything away.

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