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lowkeyremi · 1 year

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Haikyuu men as fathers pt 2.

Part 1, Part 3, Part 4

Ft. Kuroo, Tendou, Atsumu, and Tsukki.

Decided instead of babies I wanted to do slightly older kids! :)

CW: Indication of pregnancy, relationships, marriage and some angst for tsukki’s

Enjoy lovelies <33

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Kuroo Tetsuro:

“Nap time! If my two munchkins don’t go to take a nap, the nap time monster will come out!” He hears little playful shrieks from his son and daughter.

“But Daddy, I don’t want to!” His daughter whines. A soft smile arose on his face as he bent down to his 6 year old daughter’s level. “Mommy will get mad at me if you little nuggets don’t go lay down.” Kuroo covers his eyes and pretends to cry. His son comes out of nowhere and starts trying to comfort him. “Don’t cry daddy! Umiko and me will go lay down! Come on sissy, we don’t want daddy to cry anymore.” 6 year old Shinji drags his twin sister to their room.

As soon as he’s sure they’ve turned the corner a lopsided grin appears on his face, “works every time.”

He is a dad boss no questions asked

You need a break from the kids? He’ll take them to the park and get all their energy out

For the first couple of months of their lives you would have to drag Kuroo out of their room because his 6’2” ass would get in the crib and sleep with his babies

He DEFINITELY took some time off of work to be there for you and the babies

He always makes corny dad jokes (most likely about science) “Why are chemists excellent for solving problems?” …. “They have all the solutions.”

omg he thinks his jokes are so fucking funny too (his kids learn the hyena laugh 🤦🏽‍♀️)

Whenever you’re away he always sends pictures of what he and the kids are up to.

idgaf abt what you say, that man can COOK

Tendou Satori:

“You can’t tell mom I let you have chocolate before dinner, ‘kay?” He looks into his 9 year old daughter’s eyes waiting for her response.

“It’s our little secret!” She giggles and man is laughing contagious because Tendou starts to laugh too. You were working a little later than usual so Tendou picked up Mayumi even though it wasn’t his day to do so. “What do you want for dinner, May?”

Her eyes widen at the statement. Which tells Tendou a WHOLE lot “Dad’s cooking?!” She asks not because she’s excited but because she’s scared for her life. Tendou may be a chocolatier but this man is not a very good cook unless it’s pasta.

“Nah, we’re gonna stop and get dinner before we go home. Dad’s gotta close shop though, so I thought I’d ask so we can order.”

She hops off the counter and does a cute little dance. I mean.. it’s in her genes. “You’re the best, Dad!”

He shakes his head with a smile, “oh I try!”

SO PROTECTIVE

The second he finds out someone was messing with his baby, he called the teacher and talked things out with her

He is a sucker for spoiling, you often scold him for it but he still does it anyway

He SINGS HIS DAUGHTER TO SLEEP>>>>>

He is the “ouchie” police, his daughter would always giggle but anytime she stubbed her toe on a chair or something he’d start talking to whatever caused his little girl pain and start scolding it (he knows it makes her feel better)

NOT a cook please he will burn the place by accident

Definitely ruined some intimate moments because instead of walking baby girl back to bed he gets dressed and offers to let her cuddle with you guys in the bed (after changing sheets ofc) (he wants his little girl to feel loved)

When she was a baby he’d call you every hour while he was at work to make sure you and the baby are okay

He almost passed out when the school called saying Mayumi broke her leg

He rushed her to the hospital so fast “dw baby, daddy’s here for you.” “I know it hurts princess.”

He went around interrogating the kids in her class thinking one of them pushed her, he was shocked to find out she climbed to the top of the playground and jumped off of it 😭

Definitely got his daughter obsessed with frogs

Miya Atsumu:

“Mama’s gonna kill us! What’s yer last words?” He says in slight shock. His sons start crying thinking that you were actually gonna kill them.

“Not literally boys! Just… this mess- oh jeez.” He looks around bubbles and soap all over the floor.

Atsumu told the twins to ‘be good and color ‘til papa’s done in the shower’ and he came back to this. Dawn dish soap all over the floor and bubbles galore.

The cherry on top had to be that the dog was soaking in mixed berry juice because five year old Kosuke tried to pour himself a cup of juice.

“Alright! C’mon boys, we gotta tidy up before mama gets home!” You would be home in 2 hours…

They cleaned up the bubble mess, after being distracted like 10 times and having a few bubble fights.

Next was giving the twins a bath. Which proved to be harder than it needed to be. Kosuke was mad at Kensuke because he kept showing him his butt. Honestly, Atsumu had to keep himself from laughing.

“That’s enough, Ken. Nobody want to see yer lil butt. Hurry up ‘n wash cuz papa still has to bathe Shoko.” Kensuke’s bad self is splashing water in the tub and it’s getting all over his twin. Kosuke doesn’t like it so he smacks his brother and the latter begins to cry.

“DADDY, K-KO KOSUKE HIT ME, AHHHHHHH.” Atsumu rubs his temple. He all but freezes when he feels a soft hand kneed into his shoulder.

“Seems like you guys had a great time, Shoko’s covered in juice.” He turns his head to look at you.

“it’s not what ya think, hon!” You shake your head at him.

“Ko, don’t hit your brother. When papa is being annoying you don’t see me hitting him, now do you?” He answers honestly, “sometimes you do… you’ll punch papa’s shoulder.”

He got you there lol. “Well that’s more out of love. Apologize to him and you,” you point to your little trouble maker, “don’t provoke your brother, got it?” He nods and goes to rub his eyes. Which is why he started crying for the second time because he got soap in his eyes…

Anyway after their bath and dinner the boys were sent to bed. Shoko was bathed and you and Atsumu were laying in bed.

“I shoulda been watching them..” he admits. You agree. “You live and you learn ‘Tsumu.”

He had no idea what he was doing at first tbh

he can be a bit lazy w the boys sometimes but in the end he pulls it together

The type of dad to make you sit there and say cheese for 500 years while he tries to get the perfect picture

He was mad cuz he thought the twins loved samu more than him

he was sad when they didn’t seem too interested in volleyball “Atsumu, they’re five.” … “Still!”

Impulsively bought a dog cuz his sons wouldn’t stop talking abt having one

In the end he loves his boys very much and would do anything for them

Tsukishima Kei:

“I hate you mom! I really wanted to go!” Your 13 year old daughter slammed her door. She was angry because you didn’t let her go to a dance some kid in her class was hosting. It’s not that she particularly wanted to go, she was just mad that her 17 year old brother got to go out to his friend’s party.

Your husband emerges from his office, he adjusts his glasses and looked at you with curiosity. You sigh hugging him, “Kei.. am I a bad mother?” He squeezes you in the hug, “not in the slightest. We’re doing what’s best for them. What’s got her so upset?”

“She wants to go to this party but I said no because I don’t know any of the parents there. Also, I’m just scared something will happen to her.”

He rubs your back in a comforting way. “I’ll let her go-” you interrupt, “Kei!” He gives you a quick peck to the lips.

“Wasn’t done…” you stayed quiet waiting for him to finish. He clears his throat. “As I was saying… I’ll allow her to go if I chaperone. If she doesn’t like that she won’t go.” He decided and you sigh in relief.

“I’ll go order pizza. Can you talk to her?” He nods, “Supreme.” You roll your eyes at him and smile. “I know what you like dummy.” He playfully flips you off and you laugh in shock at how childish he is even though he’s past his prime years.

He walks over to Hanae’s door and knocks softly. “Go away mom! I don’t like you!” Tsukishima shakes his head. He’s not going to tolerate her disrespecting you, the person who birthed her. He opens the door and she’s on her bed with her headphones on and dried tears on her face.

“Dad…” She already knew what was to come. She knows he doesn’t like when she disrespects you like that. “Don’t say you hate her. She’s your mother, Hanae. It hurts her to hear those words come from your mouth.” She lowers her head and takes her headphones off.

“I didn’t mean it..” her voice is small. Tsukishima handles the situation as he usually would, find the root of the problem (even though he already knew)

“What made you say it?” He sat on her bed and pat a spot next to him basically telling her to come closer. “Um.. I wanted to go to this dance a guy a know is hosting but she said no…” her eyes didn’t meet her father’s.

“Why’d you want to go so bad?” He says bringing her chin up so she looks right into his eyes. He knows she hates it but direct communication is key, even facial expressions can reveal the slightest things.

“W-well. Ugh, why am I crying this is so stupid.” She pauses to wipe her eyes.

“You guys let Akihiko go where ever he wants but I can’t go anywhere! I hate it!” She turns her head away, Tsukki can hear the little sniffles.

“Not true. A lot of stuff that he went to when he was younger, he was chaperoned. We just barely started letting him go out alone so he can get a taste of real life. You can ask him yourself. You’re only thirteen, don’t rush it. Also your mother and I just want to protect you from dangerous situations. Your mom doesn’t know any of the people there which is why she said no.” Tsukki is once again rubbing circles into someone’s back.

“There are so many bad people in the world and we just want to make you a little safer.” She turns back to face him, she scoots closer to her dad so she can hug him.

“I’m sorry.” She says through sniffles. “I’m not the one you need to apologize to.” She nods, “I need a minute.” He strokes her hair as she finishes letting it all out.

“I told your mother you can go if I chaperone you.” He explains after she’s calmed down.

“Dad, you’re gonna embarrass me.” She says with a giggle, tears now drying up.

“Damn right I will. I’ll tell all those hungry little boys that you eat your boogers and you don’t shower for weeks.” He says with a sly grin. She frowns, “dad no!”

He pats her back, “alright kid go apologize if you really mean it.” You and your daughter make up and eat pizza together :3

VERY logical

also super protective

100% the kind of dad who loves his kids but puts his wife first

He’s the bad cop parent while you’re the good cop parent

He loves family cooking night where you guys cook together

he will embarrass both his children in front of their crushes (and thinks it’s the funniest thing ever)

He just seems like the kind of dad to fall asleep and get colored on 😭 they give him a lil mustache and a uni-brow

I feel like he kinda always sides with Hanae for the most part bc he was a little sibling so he knows her pain lmao

he be bragging abt his kids “Akihiko is only six and he’s already reading flawlessly” “Oh, Hanae already did that when she was three”

you wanted to delay the sex talk but like Tsukki was so blunt and just told them 😭

He’s always teasing you “If you don’t be careful Akihiko you might end up with someone as annoying as your mom” you just glare and he snickers

Such a proud dad and has a video of every one of his kids’ firsts

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oh-katsuki · 2 years

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surprise! this is as much @strafepanzer’s fault as it is mine okay? she’s an enabler.

tw: fem!reader, dark content, stepcest, perverted behavior, dacryphilia, dubcon (no clear consent but it is not unwanted), fingering, reader cums twice and it’s kind of overstimulation but not really, i use the term “sister-cunt” but they are not biologically related, also this is 2.4k words.

your stepbrother is... odd. he’s tall and lanky with big eyes that curve heavily into the back of his skull with a thick crease above them that lines his eyes in dark contour. he’s got eyes that see everything. eyes that see through clothes. eyes that catch every little glance and every squeeze of your thighs. tendou satori, your stepbrother, is an odd ball through and through.

you notice his oddities immediately. they’re in his gait, in the way he slouches when he stands, in the way he watches without saying anything as you prance about the house. you think he’s strange but there’s something attractive in his strangeness. it’s taboo but you think that if he weren’t your stepbrother, you’d like him.

tendou notices everything. he notices your moods, the way you squeeze your thighs together when he drags out a syllable, the response your body has to the rich tenor tone of his voice. you’re appreciative of it... most of the time because it means he knows when you need silence and when you need that sly familiar grin and cadence of his voice. but it also means there’s no hiding anything from him. he just... knows.

you dismiss his oddities in favor of keeping the peace. you don’t dwell too much... that is... until you can’t ignore it anymore. until he starts getting closer, lingering in the kitchen, watching you in your pajamas. you can feel his eyes on you, the way they trail your figure, undressing you in a discreet, satori-like way.

he is looking. it’s not like satori can help it. you’re pretty and proper. an almost-right big-sister type, even if you and him are the same age. but there’s something innocent in your actions. you fluster easily, catching your fingers in front of you when you are as if to consciously keep yourself from falling apart. it’s sweet.

you’re showering, scrubbing your body with nimble hands, working over the knots in your shoulders with soaped-up fingers. the door opens and you turn to look, eyes wide, hands flying up and then in front of you to protect the little decency you have. tendou is standing there, the doorknob still in his hand and he looks at you. it’s an accident but he lingers for a moment before tilting his head with a small smile.

“sooorry...” he drags it out, his eyes flicking down and then up before he shuts the door. it clicks quietly in his wake.

it was an accident. well, sort of. tendou didn’t expect the door to be unlocked but he figured he’d try... for fun. besides, what he really wanted to ask you about was the shorts on your bed. a little number that you’d set out for after your shower. black with a stripe running up either side of your thighs. they’re comfortable, breathable. you like them. tendou likes them too.

when you step out of the shower, securing the small towel around your frame—your thigh peeking through the gap in it and the underside of your ass exposed to the cool air—and step into your bedroom, he’s sitting on your bed. the shorts dangle from one of his lanky fingers and he looks at you with an inquisitive little smile.

“were you gonna wear these around the house? they’re a little small don’t ya think, sis?” he smiles lightly.

the word sis has such a quality when it comes from his mouth. he knows it and you notice immediately, squeezing your thighs together before you stomp towards him and snatch the shorts from his finger with a huff. he raises his eyebrows, standing up from the bed and raising both of his hands up.

“heeyyyy,” he drones, his eyes half lidded as he starts to step out of the room, “i’m just looking out for you. i’m a man too, y’know.”

you stand for a moment with the shorts gripped in your fingers, unable to chase the image of them dangling from his finger, of the way sis rolled of his tongue so fucking nicely. you can’t help but get off to it that night. it was so hot. sure, that’s taboo but what he doesn’t know won’t kill him.

but satori does know. because he knows everything. he knows what he does to you. he knows the effect his voice has on you and he knows, when he steps up to your door that night, that that soft squelching sound is because of him. so you like it slow, huh?

you can’t find your vibrator so you have to make do with your fingers but satori knows where it is, tucked away in the back of his t-shirt drawer. he also knows that you’re thinking about him calling you a slut while you shove your fingers in your tight sister-cunt.

you make those little shorts your favorite pair. when you wear them, you decide not to wear panties. they always end up in odd places anyway and these shorts feel so nice. they’re breathable, you’re comfortable in them.

tendou can see the way your pussy stick to them though. they draw a dull, rounded line up your slit, collecting so that he can see the outline of you. no pretty panties in the way, just your sticky cunt against the fabric.

he ogles you when you reach for things in the higher cupboards, his arm thrown over the back of the couch. his feet are propped up and his head is tilted while he peers and the plump curve of the underside of your ass. and you know he’s doing it but you don’t say anything. you want it. you want him to look at you.

finally, he decides to do something about it.

“hey, come over here.” he calls from the couch, using one finger to beckon you closer. his voice is light and airy, a rich tenor drone with an inquisitive lilt.

you listen, stepping towards him with a raised eyebrow, waiting expectantly for what he wants.

tendou presses his lips together before licking them. “remember what i said about those shorts being too small?” he raises an eyebrow, his voice half between a chuckle and a question. “you think they’s small enough, sis?”

he drags out the last syllable. it hangs onto his tongue like it doesn’t want to leave his mouth and you raise an eyebrow, trying to hide the appeal. you’re trying to hide your arousal, shifting your weight to one hip.

“huh?” you say. it’s dumb. you sound stupid, but it’s all you can manage through your assumption of what he meant.

tendou gives you a small laugh, “come sit.”

you sit beside him on the couch and he gives a little laugh. it’s not malicious. it’s in the same light-hearted way he speaks most of the time and he slinks his eyes across his lower waterline to look at you.

“awww, now you know that’s not what i meant.”

soon enough, he’s got you in his lap, straddling either side of his thighs. tendou watches you, taking his hand and sliding a knuckle down your chest and stomach. it’s slow, dragging along your stomach until he moves his hand to cup your cunt over your shorts

you gasp lightly and tendou looks at you through his eyelashes, checking to make sure you want him like this. he stares for a moment before leaning forward by your neck. you can feel his breath. it’s warm against your skin, crawling down your shoulder and up to your ear.

“you’re not wearing any panties.” he breathes against you, moving his fingers back and forth across your clothed cunt.

you shiver, nodding slightly and he smiles, putting his lips to your neck. satori mouths at the skin there, licking and kissing on the spots that make you gasp. he won’t leave any marks though. he wouldn’t want your daddy finding out. that would ruin all the fun.

tendou moves his cupped hand back and forth across your cunt, listening to the way your breathing picks up with need. he can feel the contour of your pussy, the way you’re sticking to the inside of your shorts like glue. wetness gathers on his fingers through it and he keeps licking at you, tasting the salt on your skin.

then, he raises his hand slightly and slips it under the hem of your shorts, pulling them down in the fort a bit harshly to get easy access. satori slides two fingers through your slit. they collect the moisture between your legs, breaking the tension as you shiver in his lap. tendou sucks in a little breath through his teeth, pressing his fingers to your clit and rubbing gently in circles.

“woooaah... you’re excited,” he chides, maintaining that airy upward lilt to his voice.

you choke a little, trying to hide your embarrassment but he speaks again, bucking his hips up lightly so that you can feel the hard press of his cock against your inner thigh.

“that’s okay...” he drones softly, fingers moving in a slow circle around your clit. “i am too.”

tendou can’t have you getting too embarrassed and running off. he wants to enjoy this. he wants to make you feel good.

he slips one finger into your cunt. it goes in easy. you’re all wet for him, practically dripping into your slutty little shorts. you whine, letting your head fall back as you move your hand to his wrist. he curls his finger forward once and you feel the tendons in his wrist flex with the movement.

his finger is so long. it rubs that spongey spot inside of you easily. he massages over it a few times, seeing how you react and rolling his head forward on his shoulders.

“sensitive girl...” he mumbles under his breath, his finger curling slowly into you until he slips another in.

you feel the stretch this time, screwing your eyes shut, and tendou’s head shoots up so that he can watch your reaction. he keeps his eyes trained on you as he scissors you open with his fingers. nice and slow. he wants to stretch you out so that he can finger fuck you proper. so that you can feel good.

when he finally does curl his fingers, the feeling floods through you like electricity and you arch your back in response. he moves them back and forth inside of you slowly, just feeling the way your insides move against his fingers. he soaks in your warmth while you begin to crumble.

you’ve got your arms on his shoulders, fingernails digging into his skin through the fabric of his soft cotton t-shirt. he waits until you’re moving your hips with him to pick up the pace. he listens to the cues your body gives that you need more, though the way you’re dripping between your thighs is indication enough.

it’s cute, the way you’re trying to keep quiet. you gasp and squeak softly when he hits a good spot, hips gyrating with the movement of his fingers. you’re worried about daddy coming home and catching you. but tendou’s not. he’s certain he can make you cum long before your—his now—old-man gets home. in fact, he thinks he could have you all fucked out with how sensitive you are if he decided to. tendou knows how to make girls cum. he’s good at it. he’s got long lithe fingers that reach farther than yours could ever hope to.

“feels good?” he asks in a low voice. it’s inquisitive, waiting for a proper answer while he looks up through his lashes, still keeping that same steady and slow pace he heard through your bedroom door.

“y-yeah,” you breathe, choking on your own tongue, “so good.”

tendou gives a pleasant hum and then moves the fabric of your shirt with his nose before biting down on your collarbone. you can feel his incisors. they’re a bit sharp, pressing harshly against the skin. you whimper, taking a deep breath while he works you up nice and slow.

he works you up until your eyes are teary, breath coming quick and airy between little squeaks of your sweet voice.

tendou looks up at you and tilts his head slightly. he’s watching the way you look between the two of you, your brows knit together in concentration and your eyes glassed over.

“getting close, right?” he asks, but it’s not so much of a question as it is a statement. tendou knows you’re getting close. he can feel the way you pulse around his fingers with every curl of his finger.

you nod, screwing your eyes shut and letting your head fall back against your shoulders.

“thaaaat’s right... yeah, you are.”

you whimper, heat pooling and swirling in your lower stomach. you feel the head rush coming on, the way it clouds your mind as pleasure takes over your body. he picks up the pace again and you choke. he does it slowly so that you can keep your rhythm. you whine, moving your hips faster with him now, desperate as you feel the wave in the pit of your stomach begin to crest.

it swells in you and tendou smiles. it’s all for his pretty new sister. all to make you feel good.

you drip down his knuckles as you climb closer. heat pooling across your cheeks as you climb and climb. then, you swell and crash.

you cum hard on his fingers and he keeps the same pace through it. you bury your face in his neck, trembling at the overwhelming feeling. your voice comes loud, a whine and then a choking sound into his shoulder as you hold your hands secure around his neck. the tears come with the orgasm. it’s intense and they swell on your waterline and then pour over in soft drops.

“that’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it. come on. cum, cum, cum, cum, cum.” he coaxes you through it with an eager voice.

you can hear the squelching sound between you and you let out a low, sobbing groan as you ride it out. the sound of your arousal is loud and rings in your ears with a sick slapping sound his palm makes as it comes into contact with your clit.

towards the end of your orgasm, he picks up the pace, drawing it out further. he prolongs your pleasure just long enough for you to crest and come again, body shaking as he slows the pace to a gentle curl until he comes to a stop.

he leaves them there for a moment, feeling the way your soaking sister-cunt pulses around him in even thumps until it slows to an occasional pump. then, he slides them from your cunt easily.

you stare down for a moment, breathing heavily with your forehead on his shoulder and tendou tilts his head down to look at you. his eyes are low-lidded, that heavy crease seeming to add to the way they seem sleepy and half closed. against your right thigh, you can feel the wet spot from the mess he’s made of himself, but he maintains his composure.

then, tendou leans forward quickly and licks the tears from your jaw to your cheek with a flat tongue. you pull your head up, looking at him through glassy eyes. his lips quirk up a little in the corners with that small, cheshire cat grin. it’s even more cunning through the blush across his cheeks.

then, tendou leans forward and places his first, chaste kiss to your lips. it’s salty.

#tendou x reader #tendou satori x reader #tendou x reader smut #tendou smut #tendou satori smut #ANYYYWAYYY #I WROTE THIS AT LIKE 3:30 IN THE MORNING LOL #I LOVE HIM SOOOO BAD I WANT HIM #tw: dark content #tw: dacryphilia #tw: dubcon #<- just in case #[ 📕 – writing ]#BYEEEEE #tendou drabble #tw.stepcest

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kimbapisnotsushi · 4 months

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ojiro aran headcanons bc @luminouschaotic asked me if i had thoughts (which was. a while back) but i'm out of town for two weeks in a couple days and won't be on much so i wanted to get this done before then so LET'S GO!!

aran has like spidey-sense Chaos Instincts™️ honed by years of taking care of the miyas so much so that on his first day at inarizaki he feels a tingle down his spine and turns around just in time to catch akagi michinari falling out of a tree

aran, being the kind soul that he is, goes over to help. because if there's anything the miyas have taught him it's that if you don't intervene early on there WILL be even more severe consequences down the line than if you'd just helped them in the first place

it basically goes "hi i'm ojiro what do you need me to do and how much plausible deniability can i get from this"

don't worry akagi had just been get a paper airplane bc he might be a little shit but he's a little shit with morals who cares about the environment

he didn't get the airplane the branch broke before he could

akagi tells aran that he's going to try one more time and asks aran to stand under the tree so that aran can catch him if he falls again and aran's dreading the day akagi and the twins will finally meet

i actually think it WOULD be funny if kita and akagi had been childhood friends or something previously bc a) SOMEONE had to have been akagi's handle before high school and b) it just makes sense in my head

also i think a fundamental aspect of the shiratorizawa and inarizaki rivalry that we're overlooking is reon and aran bonding

like. they get it. they know what it's like. loving a place that does not always loves you back. having a home that does not always feel like a home. it can be hard, sometimes. but if there's one thing they agree on it's that their teams ALWAYS have their backs

(lev and liam my lovelies i have NOT forgotten about you)

also this just makes the whole "aran's irrational fear is tendou satori" a thousand times funnier

since it's established that aran references older pieces of media i like to think that means he sits down with like idk his grandparents probably and they watch all kinds of things together

sometimes the only other people who get aran's references are people who ALSO sit down and watch things with their grandparents (kuroo, kageyama, kita. . . )

the haikyuu club of good grandchildren . . .

anyways so that's how kita and aran become friends!!

oh my god . . . do you guys think his sister had those small kid puppy crushes on any of his friends . . . .

my vote is akagi or the miyas do you know how funny that would be

i think a bit that akagi does with aran is saying "oh my god this is just like [insert fictional media here]" when something (usually an Event™️ involving the miyas) happens and aran going "STOP SAYING THIS IS JUST LIKE [??] AND HELP ME"

when the third years graduate aran gives gin a gift and tells him not to open it until he gets home

when gin does open it he finds a booklet titled "how to survive the miyas: a comprehensive guide by ojiro aran" and it's at least a hundred pages long

the first page is an emergency contact list with the numbers of the miyas' parents, aran's parents, and every hospital/clinic within a fifteen-mile radius

definitely prefers a real newspaper to a digital one

i think the whole of the inarizaki third years are tech-averse tbh if you took them to one of those restaurants with the little robot servers with screens for faces they'd slow blink at it like really confused cats

this sucks especially for suna bc every time he gives his phone to one of them when he wants pictures of himself with someone or something they always come out blurry or too much exposure or some shit

i think aran and oomimi go hiking with each other on the weekends and are always pestering everyone else to go with them

they win when they promise everyone, yes, we can go out for brunch and boba after

(do the twins fall into a stream while trying to cross it? yes. did they still go to brunch afterwards, sopping wet? also yes. aran doesn't think he's ever laughed harder in his life.)

#as always hope y'all had fun!!#ojiro aran #akagi michinari #kita shinsuke #oomimi ren #miya osamu #miya atsumu #ginjima hitoshi #suna rintarou #honorable mention to:#ohira reon #AND #tendou satori #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu hcs #sou says stuff

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gaygentbrontosaurus · 1 year

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what Haikyuu characters smell like

…. because i’m sick of the sandalwood - vanilla bullshit, they're all in high school, they all smell like Axe or sweat

Hinata Shouyou

doesn't shower, but probably still has baby sweat so he doesn't stink

Kageyama Tobio

smells like Nivea cream. Very clean, very nice but also big baby vibes

Tsukishima Kei

showers with what his mom packed him so probably some organic oat-scented shit

Yamaguchi Tadashi

actually cares about his products and smells nice for a teenager but nobody notices

Ennoshita Chikara

Axe. Because everyone is using it, not because he thinks it's cool.

Nishinoya Yuu

doesn't shower. Also Axe.

Tanaka Ryuunosuke

showers sometimes, but only when his sister says that he stinks. Axe.

Azumane Asahi

one of the only people that actually smell attractive. definitely had an Axe phase in middle school tho.

Sugawara Koushi

the only one on the team with a fresh shirt every practice, smells like fresh laundry

Sawamura Daichi

dad smell, like 3 in 1 hair, body, face and working in the garage

Iwaizumi Hajime

responsible adult, has a nice cologne and doesn't use too much of it, just enough. buys body wash in bulk because it’s cheaper and more convenient.

Oikawa Tooru

smells like everything. has a nice (in his opinion) perfume, strongly scented floral body wash, citrusy shampoo and coconut body butter. he is living his best life but everyone has to deal with his smell that enters the room before he does.

Matsukawa Issei & Hanamaki Takahiro

bought Axe and “manly man” body wash for shits and giggles and “ironically” use them. but in the end they still smell like Axe. also yes they bought one of each and share everything.

Yahaba Shigeru

easily impressed by Oikawa, also experiments with different smells but thankfully he’s more subtle with it

Kyoutani Kentarou

Axe.

Terushima Yuuji

Axe.

Aone Takanobu

nice, subtle scent, smells cozy.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

soap is soap, so also Axe.

Tendou Satori

either washes with just water or has a very specific and complicated hair care routine. there is no inbetween. smells like sandalwood and no one knows why.

Shirabu Kenjirou

Axe.

Daishou Suguru

you would think he’s edgy and different, but deep down we all know he uses Axe.

Miya Atsumu

Axe. He is THE prime Axe user. if someone thinks it's cool and manly it's Miya Atsumu.

Miya Osamu

Axe. but one of the milder ones

Suna Rintarou

doesn’t care. Axe.

Haiba Lev

stole his dads fancy cologne, which would be nice and all if he didn’t shower with a chocolate-scented body wash.

Kozume Kenma

long haired gamer. doesn’t shower. probably borrows deodorant from someone on the team because he didn’t pack any and doesn’t care how he smells. so Axe.

Yamamoto Taketora

doesn’t shower. Axe.

Kuroo Tetsurou

token “manly highschooler smell”. overuses Calvin Klein cologne. but shower gel? Axe. ironically watches the alpha male self care routines but secretly notes the shit down.

Yaku Morisuke

buys his products in those mom shops, all his products smell nice like lavender, jasmine or cotton and are vegan, clean and non-gmo.

Akaashi Keiji

takes care of himself. uses basic products, but has a separate product for everything, doesn’t believe in the 3 in 1 (actually uses a conditioner and face wash). smells like he showers regularly so the rest of the team is greatly impressed.

Bokuto Koutarou

Axe. douses himself with the deodorant. definitely had a tutti frutti phase in the past 2 years.

Sakusa Kiyoomi

rubbing alcohol, uses only hypoallergenic, non-scented products.

Yachi Hitoka

bought a strawberry-scented soap because it looked really cute. doesn’t like the scent at all but still uses it because she is anxious to tell her mom to get her a new one.

Shimizu Kiyoko

smells very feminine, uses fancier brands with floral smells.

Ukai Keishin

cigarettes. bought cologne to impress women but rarely uses it.

Takeda Ittetsu

laundry detergent. always has clean clothes and changes often.

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iwaasfairy · 2 years

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babes can i request something like what you did with brother tobio who only loves his sister and shes the only one for him 🥲 but with ushijima-nii please? (its the first ever incest ive read and its still my fav 😭) only if you like and you have the time i love you thank you!!!

a/n. of course of courseee this was very fun to write (。┰ω┰。) tw. incest, size kink, jealousy, semi-public

ushijima wakatoshi x reader

Your hands are a little shaky as you allow yours to be taken into his much larger palm, staring anywhere except across the room, where the stony expression feels zeroed in on you. It’s not Tendou’s fault that the way his long, pale fingers wrap around your hand feel dangerous enough to make you sick, but you can’t help but feel it anyway.

He’s gentle when he places a hand on your lower back, gentle when guiding you left to right in an attempt to make you relax a little. “You don’t like to dance? You’re so shaky.” Tendou’s bright voice is still cheerful as he tilts his head to the side. But you notice the way his eyes search your face for something, and by his expression, he doesn’t find it.

You can’t exactly explain it either, that you’re only this wooden and stiff because his tall, lanky shape is blocking your view from your big brother— and that… You think it though, and maybe that’s enough for Tendou to get the gist, because he glances over his shoulder. His mouth corners twitch at whatever he sees, and you’re entranced by the way he leans down to your ear to sigh. “I think that your niichan is calling you over.” His lips curl into a smile as he pulls back, gently pats your head. He looks back at you again after seeming to think it over, before ever so slowly, the smile falters a little.

“Am I going to be in trouble later?”

There’s something unspoken that lingers in the words. You think he might just know, and it makes your face a horrible few degrees hotter. Obvious as you are, you can only place your hands to your cheeks in the hopes that they cool down. And you allow yourself to squeeze Tendou’s hand once, before shaking your head. “No, I think I might be.” You blink, stomach dropping when you catch Toshi nii’s eyes for the first time since earlier tonight. He stares like he’s been looking the entire time, and knowing him, he might’ve been. “Later, Satori.”

You brush through the people before you can think about whether or not there will even be a later.

When you get to Wakatoshi, he’s still holding a beer bottle, and tilts it side to side in a motion that might be calming in any other context. You right your back, puff your chest forward a bit as you clench your hands together behind your butt. “You called for me, nii nii?” you softly ask, careful to phrase it gently. But the brunet doesn’t really look away from the spot in the crowd he’d been watching; only slowly breathes in and out.

The slow ticking of your internal clock with each breath makes you more anxious. So anxious in fact, that you start fidgeting with your skirt like a scolded child. “W-we were just- just dancing for a little while, ya’know? It wasn’t serious. Tendo was just keeping me company.” Wakatoshi finally looks at you when you fall quiet, chewing your lip as you try your best to read his face. He’s been quiet all week though, quiet and … well- weird. “Because you were talking to Semi,” you tack on the whisper, not daring to look away from him.

“I know,” your big brother mumbles back, almost too soft to hear it, before he puts the bottle onto the table to his side and stands up from his leaning position to his full height. Wakatoshi nii towered over you ever since you were old enough to remember, but for the first time in a long while, you’re awfully aware of it. Aware of how much bigger he is, and how you probably pissed him off. But where in the past he’d have just ignored you, looking past you with a slight frown— tonight he looks.

Looks so intently at your face that you’re unable to do anything but stare back, popping your lip in and from between your teeth. Swallowing every few seconds, until he puts you out of your misery by leaning down towards you. Toshi nii has never hurt you before, and you don’t want to think he would -ever— but you’d still sooner expect to get a tap across the face like your mom used to do, than for your stoic niichan to place his hand on the back of your skull and just keep you in place for him to press a kiss to the crown of your head. He lingers as he speaks, “come step out with me for a second,” before letting go.

The spot where his lips touched seems to radiate heat long after he’s pulled away, even when you reach up to touch it with wide eyes.

You follow him out of the room without another word, only stopping when he does under the street light outside the hall where his team is still celebrating. The blue-ish light casts a while halo around his fluffy hair, but casts a shadow to the floor where Wakatoshi seems to hesitate when he looks down at you. “You know I like talking to you,” he starts, deep voice unwavering as always— but something off in his expression, “talking to you is easy.”

“Of course,” you softly agree, “because I’m your sister… it’d feel easy.”

“I suppose,” Toshi nii agrees, slowly rubbing his hand over his neck. “Do you— ever think about me though? As a man.” The way his eyes meet yours have a sort of intensity you’ve never seen before, and you lock your sweaty hands together instantly. You open your mouth to respond, but he is quicker. “Because I think of you as a woman a lot. I think you’re beautiful, and I enjoy our time together. When you talk to other men, I don’t like it, and I want you to talk to me instead.”

He talks like what he’s saying makes sense, but you’re unable to stop him. “I think I get jealous when you’re not around me.”

“Stop,” you whisper, as Wakatoshi steps closer and tilts your face up to him.

“I hate seeing you smile at someone else, or talk to someone else.” He doesn’t falter, doesn’t even pause— always with that same stubborn determination that’s gotten him the farthest in life. His hazel eyes flick around your face as you grab his wrist for support, and bite your lip and whine out his name. What the hell are you supposed to do with that?! “I want you—”

“Niichan, you’re not making any sense-” you snap, watching his cheeks dust with the softest pink; as you realize he’s serious. He’s serious, and you are falling, like you’re sinking through the floor into his arms.

“I love you,” he stubbornly admits, stepping right up to you so your toes are touching, and wrapping an arm around your back. He stays like that, covering you from the cold and the dark like he always had before; breathing in slowly but surely. And it hits you that the reason why you’re about to cry at the look in his eyes, is because you always kind of knew. You knew that when he’d go out of his way to walk you back from class with an umbrella held over your head, it was out of love. That the way he’d nuzzle his face into your shirt at late nights talking, and the beautiful way his laugh would fill your room up— that it was a rare thing.

Or when he called you late after practice, without anything in particular to say. Or how he’d put you on his shoulders, so careful not to drop you. How he’d only ever talk back to your mom when she’d comment on how close you are, how co-dependent. It hits you all at once that he always felt this way, and just didn’t have the words to express it. And it hits you that you never got over your stupid childhood crush on your niichan— that you just didn’t want to say the words. It makes you lean into him with a sniffled realization of guilt, as his hands move to wrap around your cheeks like you’re made of glass. “I love you,” he whispers again, letting a small smile come to his lips. “Is that okay?”

“You can’t tell anyone,” you say back, and swallow when his face comes closer and closer to yours.

But Wakatoshi nii only hums, “I haven’t told anyone except you.” And then you feel the heat of his face near yours and close your eyes, and a pair of lips come over yours. Softly at first, before you grab the front of his shirt and pull him in harder, suddenly overrun with emotion. It makes him grab your ass, pull you closer to his body and slip a tongue into your mouth that tastes sweet and bitter all at once. You can’t help but moan when he sucks on your tongue and kisses you so good it makes you forget- before pulling back to look at you.

His hazel browns are blown out and lips flushed pink from the kiss, as he groans. “You have no idea how often I had to stop myself from wanting this. I want you. I want to have you all to myself—”

“Then have me,” you surprise yourself by what comes out, how pitched and desperate you sound as you try to catch your breath. But it’s all Wakatoshi nii needs to squeeze your cheeks and dip back down to kiss you harder, tasting you and licking and sucking- making you feel scorching hot from top to bottom. His strong hands knead in your ass, before sliding under your thighs to pick you up against his body in one fell swoop, without disconnecting from you. He only pulls back to let out a groan as your center rubs against him where you lock your legs, pushing his head into your neck.

“It’s not fair that I had to escape to the bathroom for a cold shower any time you walked around the house. Should’ve done this so much sooner.”

“Please.” You shiver as he runs a hand up your belly to pull your bra aside and grab a handful, before groaning against your lips as you whimper for another kiss. He rubs your nipple as you rub your crotches together for more friction, only making him more impatient in the process. But you’re just the same, because you can feel our panties start to get awfully wet at the feeling of his dick hardening in his pants. “Niichan, we’re still in public,” you whine out though, back wanting to curl as he pinches your puffy nipples so good.

“Then hurry to my car,” Wakatoshi bites out, barely able to put you down to start searching his back pocket for his car keys with fire burning behind his eyes. “Hurry in. I’ve wanted to slide my cock into that little cunt of yours for so fucking long— I need it now.” You don’t need to be told twice when he pulls you back again to kiss you hard and deep, before pulling you towards the car park on long legs.

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu #hq smut #ushijima smut #ushijima x reader #🍯honey.pot #💫ch.ushijima #tw.incest #tw.public

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haikyuufanficwriting · 4 months

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Chapter 5: Tendou

Prompt: (Character) annoying Reader until they go on a date. Character: Tendou ___________

Maybe this was an unpopular opinion, but you despised Tendou Satori. With your entire being, you disliked him.

Whether it was his mannerisms, his appearance, personality or simply anything he did, it annoyed you to no end. Now, maybe you were being a little harsh, but in your defense, it wasn’t like he even tried to be nice to you. Its been mutual ever since you met.

Being a first year at Shiratorizawa Academy, not to mention being the Ushiwaka’s younger sister, you were introduced to the volleyball team quite quickly. You remember being a nervous wreck walking to the gym. You needed to be on your best behavior. You didn’t want to disappoint Wakatoshi, plus you had a reputation to uphold. You were known as the smart one, the kind one, the one that was always there to lend a hand. You had spent your entire middle school career, working for that reputation. Being under what you could only assume was the biggest shadow, and the enormous shoes to fill that were left by Wakatoshi, you worked long and hard, never slipping up, being the perfectionist and goody-two shoes everyone thought you were. What you like to think you are. Now that you were finally in high school, you had to work all over again, and much harder.

But you were nothing but determined.

Though, when it came to meet the team, it seemed there was nothing to be nervous about. The group of boys were both eager and curious to see what you were like, considering there only point of reference of your family was the stoic ace himself. Not that he gave much away. Surprisingly, while your brother was known for his emotionless nature, you were not. In fact, you could express your emotions easily and freely, to his team’s surprise. Meeting Wakatoshi’s teammates was actually really fun, and you enjoyed conversing with them. They were all kind and respectful, and even managed to make you laugh a couple times.

Then you saw him.

“Eh, Wakatoshi-kun, this is your sister? She’s a lot smaller and scrawnier than I imagined.” You see a tall skinny boy with spiky red hair, leaning his arm on your brothers’ shoulder. Eyes wide and full of amusement, looking you up and down. You could see the whole team flinch at his bluntness, with the third years already looking tired. You grit your teeth subconsciously.

Like you should talk, you literal twig.

You pay no mind to the insult, giving him a polite laugh and a bright smile. “Yes, I suppose I am a little on the smaller side.” You hide your annoyance flawlessly. At that, you see him purse his lips, eyes searching your face. The gesture does manage to annoy you further, but you still pretend to turn a blind eye.

What’s this guys problem?

“Since everyone has already introduced themselves, I assume you’re Tendou. I’ve heard a lot about you from onii-san. Pleasure to meet you, Tendou-senpai.” You outstretch your hand in courtesy, except you really didn’t want to shake this man’s hand. But the amusement had come back full force, and he took your hand almost eagerly. His rough, calloused, giant hand basically ate yours. And he noticed too.

“Wow, your hands are tiny! Wakatoshi-kun, are you sure your sister is eating?”

Yup, its official. You don’t like him now. You try to laugh it off, obviously sensing the team’s discomfort from Tendou’s comments. He’s actually starting to get to you now, because even Wakatoshi could hear the strain in your laugh, turning his head slightly in confusion.

Yeah, your brother had the social skills of a potato.

Yet, you see your brother nod in agreement. “Yes, she is quite petite. I often tell her she should eat more.” Then Wakatoshi turns to you. “You should eat more, (Name).”

You felt your cheeks flush. Did he really have to act like a worried aunt in front of his team? You do nothing but nod, mumbling about having a large meal at lunch, trying your best to get the conversation off you and onto some other topic, but Tendou is relentless. You feel your eye twitch.

“So, do you play volleyball like our Wakatoshi-kun?” You give nothing but a respectful smile, doing everything you can to not show your distaste. “Ah, sadly no. I spend way too much time reading or studying to be on a sport team.” You laugh, rubbing the back of your neck.

Semi, one of the third years, tries to pick up the shattered pieces that were left of the conversation. “So, what do you like to-”

“Ah, just as well. With Wakatoshi-kun over here being a prodigy, I doubt anyone would notice you.” There’s a pause. In that moment, all you see Tendou. You see his stupid smirk, leering over you. His eyes wide and searching your face, looking for something, anything.

Looking for a crack in your façade.

You feel your nail dig into your palms.

“I’m sure I’d find some way Tendou-senpai. After all, if you did it, it shouldn’t be that hard.” You don’t even know what you’re saying until you’ve said it. You look up at them in surprise, and they you. Your light and kind voice had slightly dampened, frustrated undertones shining through in your moment of weakness. You look to Tendou, expecting to see a somewhat offended, or even surprised face, but all you see is satisfaction.

You realize he egged you on, on purpose.

You don’t even have time to correct your statement, before you hear a loud, obnoxious laugh.

“Wow, (Name)-chan sure is feisty, huh?” Tendou turns to Wakatoshi, and all Wakatoshi does is nod confusedly. By now the rest of team has told Tendou to knock it off already, and to give you some space to breath. You try to ease their worries by waving them off, telling them it was fine, but really it was anything but.

How could a guy you’ve known for five minutes, break you so easily? All the years you’ve spent training, perfecting yourself, shattered within a five-metre vicinity of this man.

Well, one thing is for sure; you needed out now. You pretend to just notice the clock on the gym wall.

“Ah! It appears I’ve overstayed my welcome. I’ll have to head home now. It was a pleasure meeting all of you.” You say, making eyes with everyone except Tendou, who huffs out a tiny laugh. You bow in respect before getting your stuff, you hear footsteps behind you.

“I will walk you home. It is too late for you to be walking alone.” Wakatoshi says, picking up his items to follow you. You stop him immediately. You knew that the relationship between your brother and mother was incredibly strained, has been ever since the divorce, and you really didn’t want to put your brother in any uncomfortable situations. “Onii-san, I wouldn’t want to bother you. You have class in the morning. Plus, you told me you have a test coming up. You shouldn’t waste your time. I’ll be fine.”

You place a hand on his arm, comforting. Still, he doesn’t relent. You see from behind Wakatoshi that Tendou is still standing there, eyes only on you. His expression was calm, calculating, as he studied your face. You make a point to not look at him.

“I don’t feel comfortable letting you walk by yourself.” At this point, you’re willing to just agree and let him come. You just wanted to leave, because, though you were willing yourself to not make direct eye contact, out of the corner of eye, you could still see Tendou, watching the whole ordeal. It makes the back of your neck hairs stand on end.

“I’ll walk her.” Oh, you so badly want to scream ‘Over my dead body!’. But, you manage to compose yourself, looking over and trying to immediately shut down the situation.

“Like I said there’s no need-”

“It’s not a problem for me. I have no tests coming up and I have free period tomorrow morning.” Tendou gives you a smirk, and it only stirs up anger. He knew exactly what he was doing, from the moment you met, he wanted something. But what it was you weren’t sure. You hadn’t even done anything to him. You always tried to be on your best behavior, put on your brightest smile, and kindest laugh for everyone you meet, but him…

You’d rather dig your own grave and bury yourself.

You were about to say no, when Wakatoshi speaks up for you. “That would be great. Thank you, Tendou.” Your rejection immediately dies in your throat. You try one last ditch attempt to get out. “Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to bother you.” You say sweetly, but with the undertones of ‘back off and leave me alone’ which is something you know he understood fully. He leans closer to get down to your height, still with the biggest smile.

“No, please. It would be my pleasure.” He holds your eyes before walking to the doors of the gym. “Come on then, Kogara-chan*. Wouldn’t want your parents to get worried.” You feel your hands tighten around your bag at the nickname, but your face showed nothing but gratefulness as you turned to your brother and said your goodbyes.

Well, if he wasn’t in your bad book before, he definitely was in it now.

He managed to get you completely at his mercy, and you could do nothing but curse inwardly and follow him outside, starting your walk to your house.

It started out quiet at first, with you hearing nothing but the sound of his and your footsteps. After about five minutes in, you were starting to think he wouldn’t say anything at all.

But you wished too soon.

“Is it not tiring?” You pause, before looking back at him, with an innocent and confused look on your face.

“What do you mean, Tendou-senpai?” He clicks his tongue in annoyance.

“Ya can drop the act, Kogara-chan. No one’s here.” You felt yourself freeze, but you compose yourself quickly. But not quick enough, you could tell he saw your tiny slip up. Still, you refuse to break. “I’m sorry I’m not sure I follow, senpai. What act?”

“The innocent goody-goody act. I don’t know how everyone else hasn’t seen right through it, it’s fake as hell.” He laughs a little, making annoyance flow through your veins.

“You’ve never even met me before; you have no idea what my personality is like.” Your voice has dropped a couple octaves than the higher, sweeter one you’ve used for years. It almost feels weird. You see him smirk once more. God, if you weren’t already tired of it.

“Call it a guess.” You reached your street. Just a couple more minutes, just a couple more then you’ll be home free. You don’t even think about what your saying, blurting out your thoughts as all you’re focused on is getting away from him.

“Alright, what does it matter to you that it is?” You hear him hum.

“Ah, so it is? Thanks for clearing it up! I’d really rather prefer if you weren’t like that. It was so annoying!” Tendou’s teasing voice rings in your ear, letting you revel in what you just did.

This bastard.

In your tiny moment of weakness, the devil himself managed to wean his way right into your dirtiest secret. Your biggest insecurity. The one thing you managed to keep from everyone, even your family, Tendou managed to find out in less than hour.

You stopped walking. Letting the cool air blow harshly against your face, but you can’t even feel it. You feel so many emotions, so much hatred for the middle blocker, that any kind of rational thinking is thrown out of the realm of possibility.

“Fuck it.” You mutter, head down, refusing to look at him. You hear Tendou’s footsteps stop as well at your voice and turns around. But to his surprise, you’re suddenly in front of him, grabbing his hoodie and pushing him against a random pole that littered the streets. For the first time in the evening, he looks legitimately surprised. You’re a lot stronger than you look, that’s for sure.

“Listen here, you fucker. I don’t know what I did to deserve the shit you’ve been giving all night, considering that I’ve never even met you until today, but I’ve worked too hard to have my reputation thrown down the shithole from some red-haired lizard. So, what do you want? Money? Some clothes? Anything to say that you’ll keep the stupid mouth of yours shut.” You growl. Now, you really didn’t want to give this asshole anything, but you knew what kind of status he had.

Being a third year, relatively smart, and on the volleyball team gave him a level much higher than yours. In this school, it would be his word against yours, and one tiny rumor could definitely end the image you’ve made for yourself. And you can’t let that happen.

Not after you’ve worked so hard.

Tendou manages to shake his surprised expression quite quickly, turning it to his usual asshole smirk. What you would give to be able to smack it off him…

He takes the hand that’s gripping his hoodie and pulls it off him, only to pull your arm to bring you a lot closer than you’d like. But you stand your ground; you wouldn’t fall for his antic any longer.

You refuse too.

“My, my… I mean I thought you’d be a little different, but you’re like a new person. I’m impressed…” He purrs out the last bit, and it takes everything in you not to cringe. You manage to keep your face passive.

“Cut the bullshit. What is it that you want? Tell me and then we go our separate ways.” You hiss, voice filled with venom. He chuckles, before tightening his grip slightly, he pulls you even closer and whispers:

“Go out with me.”

Out of all the things you thought you were going to hear, that sentence was probably in the bottom thousands.

Eh, make it hundred thousands.

You convince yourself that it’s the surprise that makes you flush, before whipping your hand away from him and taking a couple steps back. “Wh-what?” You stutter, which only makes him snort before howling in laughter. You half expect him to go ‘sike!’ halfway through it, but when his laughter dies down, he doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t explain himself, but just leaves that heavy sentence in the air. You stand there awkwardly, going over the sentences over and over in your head.

“Go out with me.” I mean what? You’ve never even been on a date much less a boyfriend. And you sure as hell wouldn’t want your first to be him.

Tendou stretches, before checking the watch on his wrist. “Wow, it’s later than I thought. I’ll have to leave you here, I guess. I’m sure you’re more than capable then walking yourself the rest of the way.” His stretched arm goes to pat your head, which makes you freeze. You don’t even have time to swat his hand away before he removes it himself and starts walking back to the academy. You watch his retreat still too shocked to say anything else. Then, once more, he stops, and turns to you.

“I’ll see you later, Kogara-chan~” His voice turns sing-songy, at the end, giving you a wink, then turning back and walking away. Leaving you in the dark street. Completely and totally baffled.

You could practically hear your image flushing down the toilet.

#haikyuu #fanfic #tendou x reader #writing #tendou satori #writing prompt #drabble #light angst

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betbeton · 2 years

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𓆸 Oh No! It's The Ick!

Various HQ Men × Reader

Warnings - Suggestive, Possible Angst (if you squint really hard)

18 + Below Cut Minors DNI

· GN Reader ·

· A/N - Basically what they did that gave you the ick ·

TR Version

・❥・ Masterlist

⪧ Tendou Satori

Came to your cousins wedding in dress shorts and a shiny polyester suit top

⪧ Ushijima Wakatoshi

Loved Volleyball more than he ever did you

⪧ Miya Atsumu

Chews with his mouth open in the cinema

⪧ Miya Osamu

Refused to even entertain the idea of eating your cooking

⪧ Suna Rintarou

Didn't clean up after himself when he nutted on you

⪧ Kita Shinsuke

Always tracked mud across your flat

⪧ Kuroo Tetsurou

Called you Kitten

⪧ Kenma Kozume

Treated dates like an otome game

⪧ Lev Haiba

Compared you to his sister

⪧ Sugawara Koushi

Was wildin' one too many times at family functions

⪧ Sawamura Daichi

Used the dad voice during arguments

⪧ Nishinoya Yuu

Busted out the piss kink mid pump

⪧ Kageyama Tobio

Used Volleybally terms as dirty talk

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #tendou satori #ushijima wakatoshi #Miya Atsumu #miya osamu #suna rintarou #kita shinsuke #kuroo tetsurou #haiba lev #kozume kenma #sugawara koushi #sawamura daichi #nishinoya yuu #kageyama tobio

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thefinalsnart · 5 months

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hello snart my beloved!!!! 🧡 hows ur day? is it as cold at ur place? we've gotten snow today!! :0 for the ask game, how about peach parfait, creme caramel and taiyaki??? 🌱🧡 - @alienaiver 🥰✨

Hello Nohr!! :D 🩷 it’s not too cold here today, most of our snow has melted again, but it’s been SUPER windy! Some transport trucks were blown off the roads up the coast from where I live. I’ve been traveling on the bus today and thankfully we have not toppled over 🫡 And I saw that it’s been cold your way!! I hope your heater gets fixed, it’s too cold!! 😖

peach parfait ー name a song/album that you associate with a period time in your life & why

Ouuu!! For a song, “Put a Flower in Your Pocket” by The Arcs reminds me of being in art school, especially like. 2016-2018. Same with “Bassem Sabry” by of Montreal, my professor had it in the figure model drawing playlist.

For an album, I was a HUUUGE Avril Lavigne fan when I was a kid. I think my parents bought Let Go for my older emo sister, but she didn’t like her so I ended up getting it. I was 5 years old LMAO. So Avril was pretty much the soundtrack to my early years.

crème caramel ー describe your favorite breakfast

I was going to say pancakes— which I do love so much— but I just had the memory of eating toutons at my Nan’s house and. Yeah. Toutons are pan fried bread dough and you eat them like a pancake, with syrup or molasses. When I was a kid I would eat them with syrup AND sugar. Now I just have em with syrup. It’s been so long since I’ve had them but now I have a craving 😩

I also love an open toast sandwich— scrambled eggs and avocado and cheese… it’s all gooey and then the bread gives it crunch so it isn’t sensory hell. Loves it!

taiyaki — which anime/manga character do you feel best represents your personality & why?

In another ask I said my main one was Miranda Lotto, but some other characters I relate to a lot are: Tendou Satori from Haikyuu, Alma Karma from D.Gray-Man, Ritsu from K-On, and Usagi and Makoto from Sailor Moon! 💕

Hehe thank you for the ask Nohr!! 💖

#Snart asks #snart answers #Snart friends #Snart friends: Nohr🧶🧡

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jotatetsuken · 2 years

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meant to be — chapter 1: are you mine?

features: kate sharma!atsumu miya x anthony bridgerton!f!reader (also featuring edwina sharma!osamu miya)

trope: enemies to lovers, forbidden love, possible love triangle | type of writing: oneshot | final dish for: @romiyaro (a very belated birthday present for you) <3 | setting: royal au, bridgerton!au

warnings: implications of arranged marriage, fem! reader, reader wears corset, possible anxiety attack in the beginning of the fic, implications of political relations, mentions of infidelity, mentions of gambling, gossip. please lmk if i miss any tags <3

song: r u mine? - arctic monkeys | wc: 4462

submission for: @bokutosmochi’s 9 years of AM collab (thank you so much for organizing this collab :') )

beta reading: @lou-struck @portfolio-of-dreams @izukunii (y'all have no idea how y'all make my day, thank you so so much <33)

networks: @tokyometronetwork @hanayanetwork @downtown-roponggi

prompt: “If you don't put the kitchen utensils where they go, then you're not allowed to complain about it later.” - @sleepyprompts

a/n: finally! the first chapter is here!! so so exciting!! i especially thank you two, @ceo-of-daichi and @mrskenmakozume for agreeing with me to include you two in my fic. 💕 i hope everyone of you enjoy reading this chapter as i enjoyed writing this. if you're unable to understand any term, the glossary should give you an idea <33 i have more than 100 followers lol, but i thought it best to write these requests whenever possible <333.

also, likes, comments and especially reblogs are appreciated <33

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masterlist | glossary | chapter two

Blank. Your mind had gone blank, as you couldn't hear the voices of your surroundings. All you could hear was your heart beating and your heavy breathing. Maybe you hear the occasional screams and sneers in your head. Your heart was thumping to the point where it felt like it was going to pop out of your rib cage. You were having trouble breathing, and you felt something snap on your back as you quietly yelled, “Ow!” as you forcefully came out of your panic reverie.

“(Y/N), are you okay?” Your sister-in-law, Lady Kiyoko, the Countess of Karasuno, inquired calmly, sensing that you were sweating and your hands were getting clammy. All of you were at The SatTen Thread, with the Modiste, Satori Tendou, trying to fit you into the corset he’d prepared just for you, and had just yanked the laces of the corset. The corset was stitched well enough to tighten you in the right places, elevating your bust. The fact that this was causing you slight discomfort caused your eyebrows to be pulled down, your nose to be wrinkled, the lips to be loose, with the upper one being pulled up, and the eyes narrowing. “Is the corset too tight, ma cherie?” Satori inquired as you shook your head in denial, breathing heavily. “It’s not about that, monsieur, it’s just,” you continue, sighing, “I just don’t see the point of this really.” You were not exactly lying.

It was not about the corset at all, but the ordeal that was bothering you. You really did not see the point of dressing up, promenading with different suitors, being an active part of the season to impress the eyes of the ton, especially when you’re at the age of six and twenty. However, what was more daunting for you (and you did not want to show that on your face,) was the idea of meeting a potential suitor at this season’s inaugural event, the Inarizaki Beautillion Ball.

It is said that for the past two years, the King, Keishin Ukai, wanted to shake up the season by inviting the gentlemen from the ton and declaring a beautillion ball to see who would be the season’s “Blue Sapphire,” the highest prestige bestowed upon the concerned nobleman by the King, and the most eligible bachelor for this season, in addition to having the season’s “Diamond,” the same applying to women.

One day, the King was walking along the corridors with Lord Ojiro, the Prince of Inarizaki, who was organizing the said Beautillion Ball, when he remarked, “I yearn for someone fresh, someone unexpected, to turn the season on its head. That is what we need. There is no room for indifference. Apathy is a blight the monarchy simply cannot endure, especially when it comes to choosing this year’s ‘Blue Sapphire’. ”

Ojiro nodded and replied, “True, Your Majesty, but a young gentleman cannot be a Blue Sapphire unless you anoint him as such. When you started the tradition of choosing the ‘Blue Sapphire’ along with the ‘Diamond,’ the ton obviously did not take it too kindly. But in the last two seasons, they’ve noticed that while we do look into the most eligible suitor, our “Diamond,” from the noblewomen, we’re establishing equal opportunity and doing so for the men as well, keeping a more watchful eye over them. So if for any reason you do not find one among the candidates today—”

King Keishin rolled his eyes and continued, “—then Lord Whistledown would surely cause a stir in his pieces of paper. We have heard nary a peep from him since last season ended. In retrospect, the writer may have realized that taking on his king was a bad idea, and he made the decision never to publish again. Or,” the King continued as he shrugged, “He simply went to the country, as the rest of us did in the off-season, bored by the lack of any real gossip. Do you know what that would make him?” Both of them scowl when they realize it, and remark at the same time, “One of us.”

This year, the Beautillion Ball was being organized by Prince Ojiro, who had earned a good reputation amongst the ladies after he came back from Tokyo after a couple of successful business ventures. He was a man of good repute, and his connections could propel opportunities for the Kingdom to advance into the waves of modern society.

You realized that you had to use this opportunity to look your prettiest, should you find a suitor there. However, no one knew that you had a secret side of you that only lurked in the early mornings, within the pages of books, and when you played pall-mall and cricket. The modern era would call you a “tomboy” in the truest sense, and you would agree, but it was surely safe to say that you were not for this era. Besides, you didn’t see the point of the corsets other than to make you feel, well, uncomfortable about yourself.

“You know,” your other sister-in-law, Lady Lydia interjected as she was looking at herself in the mirror as she was wearing the new yellow empire waistline dress that the modiste made especially for her, “It isn’t really that bad. I mean, since your brothers were last year’s Blue Sapphires and—” You interrupted her by saying, “—they’re doing just fine.” You nodded, responding, “I know. I mean, my eldest brother Daichi got to marry you, and that’s surprising in the eyes of the ton indeed,” with Lydia giggling, and a tint of blush hitting her rosy cheeks.

You’d met Lydia, the now Duchess of Karasuno, at one of your closest friends', Lady Ella’s Ball, years ago. Ella had just become the Duchess of Nekoma, having married Lord Kenma, the Duke of Nekoma. You were Ella’s maid of honor, and Lydia was one of the bridesmaids. At first, something about her hairstyle confused you. She decided to have her hair be short and curly, and was even conjuring up plans to make a mullet.

However, you then get to know her free-spirited yet caring and empathetic nature. You also learned that when she took the leap of faith to change the way she looked, she was initially scared of what people would say about her haircut because her parents, who were not royalty, scolded her in terms of who would marry her, but then later she shrugged it off.

You were so adoring of Lydia that you invited her to the first ever Beautillion Ball, where your eldest brother, Lord Daichi, the newly appointed Duke of Karasuno, was crowned that year’s “Blue Sapphire.” As her hazel eyes lay upon Daichi’s dark brown irises, he was taken aback by her unconventional looks and eventually warmed up to her personality. While many people were against this union, you and Daichi fought for it to happen.

Similarly, the following year, when Lord Ryuunosuke, the Earl of Karasuno, was named the Blue Sapphire, he already had his eyes set on his future wife: Lady Kiyoko of House Shimizu. However, it took his multiple attempts to be rejected by Kiyoko and a proposal from Lady Kanoka for her to see that he would never give up on her no matter what, and that’s how they got married.

This year, as you, being the third eldest in the family, and also, this season’s “Diamond,” were now in line to get married, most of your family were excited to hopefully find your new suitor at the ball. However, there were some things holding you back from being truly excited about the regalia. As you were then trying on the new dress in the mirror, and how your coiffed hair complimented everything else, you thanked the modiste nevertheless for the outfit, and walked back to your carriage with Lydia and Kiyoko.

As you were being driven back home via the carriage, numerous thoughts drowned out the conversation your sisters-in-law were having with each other. You start to remember exactly why you went blank at the modiste. Your thoughts go back to the last season, at Ella’s Ball, where Lord Whistledown’s gossip sheet was spread around and it read: Dearest gentle reader,

As the social season draws to a close, I personally would like to congratulate Lord Kenma, the Duke of Nekoma, and Lady Ella, the newly appointed Duchess of Nekoma, on their nuptials. Even the most illustrious noblemen and noblewomen, however, are humbled by the one thing that humbles even the most illustrious members of the ton...scandals! A man with charm is entertaining, and a man with looks is, of course, a sight to behold, but a man with honor—ah, he is the one to whom the young ladies should flock, dear reader. This is not so true for the suitor betrothed to Karasuno’s eldest princess, Lady (L/N). How unfortunate it is that her husband-to-be, a nobleman himself, is a rake, because my sources tell me that he was caught sullying another woman, an Alisa Haiba, at his bachelorette party while he was engaged to the Princess. You didn’t think it would go unnoticed by me, did you? I assure you that this is a gentle reminder to not mess with me, because I have also learned that….”

Even as people were absorbing what was being written on the gossip sheet, everyone’s eyes turned to you. Despite showering you with love in the past, your future husband has always appeared shallow, self-centered, closed-off, and without regard for consequences. In fact, you were present that night when you witnessed your future husband, the Prince of Nekoma, being sullied by the aforementioned opera singer. When he turned to face you, he widened his eyes, as if he had been completely misunderstood. Perhaps it wasn't the truth, but it was what was reported, and you believed it. However, you were not the only one who was aware. Lady Ella was with you when that happened. However, it occurred to you that you might want to speak with him privately and find out what really happened, because the word of men was favored over the word of women at the time. On the other hand, Lord Whistledown got wind of it, and the news spread like wildfire the next day. It especially hurt you that your family wouldn't let you marry him, let alone court him, so you closed your heart to any future romantic advances.

You felt someone shake your shoulders as Lydia and Kiyoko got you out of your train of thought. As you three walked into the Karasuno Hall, you were able to hear the housekeeper scold the lady’s maids from a distance, “If you don't put the kitchen utensils where they go, then you're not allowed to complain about it later.” You looked at Lydia and Kiyoko and remarked, with a deep sigh, “Sorry girls, it’s just... After what happened last year, I’m certain that I’ll never find love, at least among the royalty. In this world we live in, in this timeline we live in, everyone is selfish, ruthless, cutthroat, and inconsiderate. So, let’s see if I find a suitor this week.”

“Yer got to be kidding me! ‘Samu!!” Around the same time, a gruntled voice echoed down the corridors of the Inarizaki Hall, as a 6’2” tall, brown-eyed man with dark-brown hair, the top of which was dyed blonde, paced hurriedly to his twin brother’s room. “Osamu!” He entered the door to find his twin brother freaking out about the Beautillion Ball. Draped in black trousers, a white shirt, a silver waistcoat, and a black tailcoat with dark brown knee length boots, he stood in front of the mirror with a ragged breath. “ ‘Tsumu, I am scared. It’s happening here. The Ball is happening here. What if—”

The elder twin sighed and placed his hand on Osamu’s shoulder. “ ‘Samu, breathe deeply. Please,” the elder twin, Atsumu requested, to which Osamu tried calming down, and he replied, “It would have been better if I was in Hyogo, ‘Tsumu. The business there was booming and—” Atsumu nodded in agreement, speaking in Kansai. “Yer right, ‘Samu, but think of Lord Kita for once. He had to acquire the throne at a young age, and we’re doing this to uphold our end of the word we made with him.” Osamu nodded, then turned to Atsumu, “I still find it surprising that you’re not the one being presented at the hall today, but I am. You’re clearly marriage material, ‘Tsumu.”

Shaking his head in denial, Atsumu places his hands on Osamu’s shoulders, kissing his teeth and replying, “No, ‘Samu, ya are. I may be more handsome than you,” Atsumu then smirks, with Osamu rolling his eyes and both of them chuckling, “But, you are better than me, brother, in more ways than one. Besides, this gives me an opportunity to look out for you in a way.”

Osamu then sighed, replying, “Okay, fine, I’ll be okay at the ball, as long as you’re here. As much as I like Rin, I don’t want to hear gossip about the ton all day long.” Atsumu then nods, chuckling. Both of them were adopted by the late King of Inarizaki before Lord Shinsuke of House Kita had to take over the incumbent throne.

Atsumu, being unable to cope with the pain of losing the man that gave them a second chance at life, later gained a reputation for himself that made him less desirable in the eyes of the ton. Involving himself in promiscuous ways, gambling, and even playing cricket professionally, Atsumu never really cared too much for the throne.

Through Lord Whistledown, Atsumu was being viewed as incompetent by everyone else, and so he didn't want his reputation to ruin his brother's chances in the marriage market. Despite them arguing with each other on pretty much everything, Atsumu was certain about one thing. He loved his brother very much and wanted what was best for him.

The next morning of the beautillion ball, as you were riding a horse at dawn, with a quiet atmosphere around you. You couldn’t hear anything except for some ducks quacking, the leaves rustling, and the wind gushing, when a man whizzed past you, and you looked in his direction. Curious, you trot behind him, searching for those distant horse neighs. “Sir, are you in trouble?” You cried out as you searched for him, and as you rode along, that’s where you found him in the distance, riding ahead of you. He then turns to you, winks at you, and gallops away. You were all of a sudden taken back by how his face and his golden-dyed hair glistened in the sunlight, so you looked for him, only to find him in the distance, having exerted a bit too much energy.

“Enjoying your victory lap, is it?” You cry out, thus startling this man, causing him to utter something in Kansai. “You'll not be afforded such an ample head-start this time,” He snickered and responded, “Apologies, ma’am. It was not my intention to cause concern.” Humming, you inquire, “Does anyone know you are riding astride?” Chuckling, he responds, “Funnily enough, I was going to ask you the same thing. Besides, it’s rare that men’s reputations are questioned, unless—” You interject, “Unless you’re written by Lord Whistledown,” causing the both of you to chuckle. “Perhaps,” the fake blonde man continues, “What if we pretend this encounter never happened? Ya allow me to go my way, and ya go yers. Besides, I'm on my way back to Mayfair, where the Beautillion Ball is happening, and my presence is requested soon.”

You reply, “Ah, you worry about being seen,” and he responds, “I worry about meeting strange women in parks at dawn who refuse to leave me alone with their questions.” Keeping a finger on your lips, you continue, “Your secret is safe. I will not tell a soul.” He smiles and replies, “I am grateful to you. Additionally, losing races to strangers in such parks at dawn, I can only imagine the questions yer would be asked.” After a while, both of you spotted a group of guards on horseback. The man then turns the other way, screams, “Good day, ma’am,” and gallops back home, when you cry out, “Sir, I don’t think we’ve yet been introduced.” The man responds, “I am afraid that is not possible. Not when I have a victory lap to celebrate,” causing you to be particularly intrigued about this man as you cantered back home too.

It was finally time. The Day of the Inarizaki Beautillion Ball. An announcement was made as you entered the Ball, “Accompanied by the Prince of Karasuno, Lord Ittetsu of House Takeda, the Duchess of Karasuno, Lady Lydia of House Sawamura, and the Countess of Karasuno, Lady Kiyoko of House Tanaka, please welcome this season’s Diamond, the Princess of Karasuno, Lady (Y/N) (L/N)!” As you walked into the hall in your baby pink empire waistline dress from the modiste with a garnet studded headband and white gloves, you kept smiling as many men approached you and danced with you, King Keishin, King Shinsuke, and Prince Ojiro, observing every move.

As you were being kept on your toes and turned around by different noblemen, the music stopped and everyone came to a halt as another announcement was made. “Accompanied by His Highness, Prince Ojiro of House Aran, and Earl Rintaro Suna, please welcome The Miya Twins; the Duke of Inarizaki, Lord Atsumu Miya, and the Viscount of Inarizaki, Lord Osamu Miya.” Your gaze found Atsumu’s dark-brown irises as he saw you dancing with different noblemen. Tired, you excused yourself to get out of the hall to breathe in some fresh air.

Suddenly, you heard someone call your last name out. You turn to find a group of women approaching you. One of them remarks, “With you as the Diamond of the season, the rest of us shall receive a respite from the marriage-minded mamas this season, indeed,” causing all of you to chuckle. You then calm down, and smile, “Enjoy your freedom while it lasts. You, too, will soon submit to this ridiculous rigmarole of courtship, being squired by every eligible mister around town until you're barely able to see straight.”

To which another lady giggles, “Is one gentleman unlike any other? Let someone woo you into marriage, and be devoted to you for the rest of your life.” As you chuckle, you respond, “You may be cavalier, but if I must leg-shackle myself in marriage, the man in question should have more to recommend him.”

The other lady looks at you in confusion. “Do not tell us you are hoping for a love match?” To which you respond, “Love is the last thing I desire. If my children are to be provided for, if the family’s reputation is to be upheld and kept intact, then their father must be of impeccable quality. I don’t just need a pleasing face for a Prince Consort. I need an acceptable wit, genteel manners, and someone who’s affluent enough to be worthy of that position. Though it should not be hard to find, since the King will finally name a Blue Sapphire, saving me some trouble, at least of choosing him.”

As the other ladies chuckle and leave, you hear a rustling sound from the bushes, inquiring, “Is someone there? I can hear... you.” That is when you see the blond-haired man stand before you, bowing and apologizing, “Pardon me, Your Highness.” Approaching him, you respond, “I never got your name, until now at least, Duke Miya. I was wondering if we'd meet again.” Atsumu responded, scowling, “So you might discern if my wit is acceptable, my manners genteel?” With widened eyes, you inquire, “Were you eavesdropping, my lord? Also, do you take any issue with my requirements for a husband?”

Laughing, Atsumu retorts, “It was hardly an effort, seeing as you were proclaiming your many requirements for a husband loud enough for the entire party to hear. Also, yes, I take issue with any woman who views men merely as banks to withdraw funds at will.” Before you could utter anything, he approached you, “Princess (L/N), yes? What makes you think he'll accept your suit if you manage to find this paragon of virtue? Are young gentlemen truly that easily won by a pleasing smile and nothing else?” “So, you find my smile pleasing, is it?” you ask, smiling. Smirking, he continued, “I find your opinion of yourself entirely too high, Your Highness. Your character is as deficient as your horsemanship. I shall bid you good night.”

As Atsumu walked back into the hall, leaving you alone and dumbfounded in the garden, you were handed over a note that read, “Lord Whistledown’s Gossip Sheet.” As your breath became ragged, you rolled your eyes and responded, “Creating a menace again, are you now?” as you read the contents while everyone received the copy of the sheet: Dearest gentle reader,

Did you miss me? While our esteemed ton lazed in their rustic retreats, this author was doing just one thing. Honing my skills, or perhaps hatching my plans? Nay, even better, I was sharpening my knives for all of ya. The identity and means of this author remain a mystery. Trying to find those answers will prove fruitless, indeed. There is, of course, another unknown identity at the moment. It will, however, be possible for you to uncover this one. I speak of the season's Blue Sapphire, wherever he may be. This author hopes ya have fun at the Beautillion Ball, where hopefully we’ll get to hear some wonderful news tonight. Your move, Your Majesty.

Always yours,

Lord Whistledown.

Atsumu then walks to Prince Ojiro, who’s conversing with Prince Ittetsu, demanding, “We need to leave. We will see you at home.” Being dumbfounded, Ojiro asks, “But whatever for? People are watching, brother, and something’s clearly upsetting you. We just–” Atsumu interrupted him, remarking, “It’s clear we are woefully unprepared to navigate this chaos. I am sure Osamu's absence will only make him that much more desirable.” Osamu then turned to Prince Ittetsu, calmly responding, “It truly was a magnificent soiree, Your Highness. We are most grateful.” Ittetsu then responds, “Well, it would seem both of us may have our hands full this year.” Ojiro then smiles, continuing, “Not if I have something to say about it. And as you very well know, I always have something to say.” As both of them chuckle, silence lingers in the Inarizaki Hall as even the Miya twins halt for a moment. King Keishin found himself reading Whistledown’s words, and as he got irked, he stood up and announced while looking at everyone. “Your presence is noted, and your king is most appreciative. Allow it to now be my honor to present to you the season's Blue Sapphire.”

He then looked at the Miya twins, who were standing near the door, and announced, “Viscount Osamu Miya.”

The world stood still for both of them, as Osamu walked towards the king and bowed before him, with a number of ladies swarming before them. While you were lost in thought, your sister-in-law, Lydia, remarked, with her husband standing by her side, “You look at him the way I look at my hair in the mirror, Sister,” with Daichi then whispering to both of you, “Truly, I cannot say I will long for any of this. Good luck, sister. This season, you will undoubtedly require it.”

As you walked towards the King, you bowed before him, as he greeted you with a smile, “Princess (Y/N) (L/N), my Diamond. Have you met my new incomparable?” Turning to Osamu, you were taken aback by his beautiful blue eyes and his grey hair. You continue, “I appreciate the introduction, Your Majesty. I only hope to be able to enjoy the pleasure of a dance.” With this, Osamu puts his hand out before you, and you put your hand in his, and you two walk to the dance floor, as you two dance to the classical rendition of “R U Mine?”

“Forgive my directness,” you interject as the two incomparables of the season keep dancing, “Do you have any thoughts about children?” He nods, responding, “Other than the fact that I desire them so? However many I have, my lady, I shall feel most fortunate. Together with my wife, we will chart the best course.”

Being taken back by his response, you remark, “How very sensible. Do you have any successful business ventures?” Chuckling, Osamu responds, “Most certainly, Your Highness. It needs to be brought to your notice that I, like my brother, am half-Japanese. So, I would need to travel to Tokyo from time to time. I have a restaurant there, which is booming, and I’m looking to bring the business here. Should you want to invest in it?” You felt a fluttering sensation in your stomach as you were enjoying the camaraderie with Osamu, and after a couple of questions, you concluded, “You do not seem decomposed by my line of questioning.” Osamu responded with a smile, “Why would I ever be? A woman who knows exactly what she wants is truly admirable. If I may say so, it's as rare as a diamond.”

Osamu then broke the comfortable silence that lingered between the two of you, by responding, “I think we should go ahead and speak with my brothers. It is their blessing you shall need if we are… Oh! Here he is now. ‘Tsumu!” ‘Tsumu? You think to yourself, as your eyes land on Atsumu. “Ah, Princess (L/N)!” Prince Ojiro spoke, with Prince Ittetsu standing by. “I see you've met Viscount Osamu. This is—”

You completed the sentence with, “His brother. Viscount Osamu is an excellent dancer. Perhaps, I may learn a thing or two from him,” and bowing at Osamu, with your eyes at Atsumu. Somehow, you felt an inexplicable connection that drew you to Atsumu. At this very moment, Osamu felt like sitting beside a fireplace and drinking tea, while Atsumu felt like a whetstone, sharpening your mettle with every gaze.

Taking a long drawn sigh, he retorts, “It’s Duke Atsumu, my lady. Would you join me in the retiring room, brother?,” while Atsumu pulls Osamu away. Osamu inquired, “Is something wrong, ‘Tsumu?” As they were walking away from you, Atsumu retorted, “ ‘Samu, you are not to go near that woman. Do you understand?”

As your gaze never left Atsumu’s figure, Prince Ittetsu remarked, “He is a precious sapphire, dearest.” Mindlessly, you responded, “Indeed. He is who I shall marry.” You were clueless about the confusion that was about to ensue amongst the ton this season.

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smwhererealistic · 1 year

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Haikyuu boys pranking their s/o

(Gone Wrong)

Warnings:Angst,pranks,crying,

breaking up,!lowercase intended!

Atsumu,Tendou,Bokuto,Kuroo

S/O:Girl-manager(sorry!)

Atsumu Miya

this bitch is a total prankster even before you started dating him.

you were already used to his pranks.

well;you were used to the non serious pranks he always did.

let's just say he won't be pranking..at all anymore after this-

you got a text from him during last period saying "we need to talk.?meet me outside the gym".

thinking he probably felt needy during lessons and before practice,you quickly packed your things and headed towards the gym after school ended.

you saw him leaned onto the wall as his face looked heavenly as ever.

you pushed his hair away fron his face as he woke up and was about to hug me when he suddenly paused and had a cold look on his face.

"what's wrong tsumu?"you ask,tilting you head as he felt the urge to squeeze your cheeks but held himself back.

"let's break up."he said in a low tone.

you dropped your bag which you gripped onto tightly as your heart shattered.

"why.."you manage to ask without your voice sounding off.

"you're just not good enough.i don't even know why i settled for someone like you when i could've been with one of my fangirls."he says so cockily.

he shuts his eyes,a smirk on his face as he felt so proud with himself.

after a minute of silence,he was about to tell you about the prank,thinking that he couldn't trick you.

"alright.."you say,your voice cracks slightly as he opens his eyes and his smirk drops so fast as he saw your eyes filled with tears.

"babe-"he tries to reach out to you but you step back and tried to wipe the flowing tears.

the tears didn't stop.

atsumu's heart broke at the sight as he enveloped you in a tight hug as he craddled you in his arms.

you didn't pull away,thank godness.

"it was a prank baby..i'm so sorry.i didn't mean anything i said."he rubbed your back soothingly as you body still shook as you tried wiping the tears away.

his jersey was wet by your tears as you sobbed out your remaining droplets of water.he pulled your chin up and kissed your tears away as you calmed down.

"hic..,we should head back now.the guys will be suspicious-"and right then;the gym door opened as Osamu came out.

"oi sumu,captain told you to hurry up with your girlfriend-"he paused as he saw the situation as he had a teasing face and loudly said-

"atsumu,what have you done!"he dramatically exclaimed as the team along with their captain looked out the door.

there stood,their captain,kita shinsuke.his arms were folded as his eyebrow rose.

"what did you do to y/n?"the cold voice of their captain made everyone shiver.

you all might be wondering,why is kita so protective or concerned;

did i tell you that y/n was kita's younger sister

suna peeped his head out and started recording as kita draped his jacket over me and told me to go with aran inside as kita was going to have a 'chat' with the setter.

you were worried for your boyfriend..but

he deserved it

Tendou Satori

he also would be quite the pranker.

he would always think of your feelings when doing any pranks.

if it comes to others..he just does it for the laughs but knows to not overdo it.

there was one time was tendou tried to convince the others to prank goshiki,so they all arrived in the gym early and placed a bucket of water on top of the door with it open slightly.

apparently,coach hadn't arrived yet so he was their unsuspecting victim.

and worst of it all,ushijima apologised and said,"i'm sorry for making you wet,coach."

tendou cackled outloud as all of them had to run laps while goshiki stood by the side with me and coach,traumatized and scared of being late for practice again.

well,back tot the prank..he may have forgotten them when thinking of this prank he saw on tiktok.

he saw the good ones probably and didn't see any bad ones at all where it actually..leads to breaking up.

he happily plays during practice,often glancing at you as you wave at him while taking notes beside coach.

his smile drops abit as he sweatdrops,thinking if he could end up not doing the prank.(he ended up doing it)

bro didn't even start the prank and could've backed down but he wanted to do the prank.

his childhood had alot of people leaving him so he honestly thought of this as a joke.

during waterbreak,he pulled you to the side of the gym as coach went to lecture the first years.

"what's up babe?"i went to kiss his cheek but he dodged it and held my arms as he held my shoulders tightly.

"let's break up."

you clenched your fists as your bottom lip quivered.

"don't worry..we can be friends instead."he saad in a teasing voice as he pats your head.

he honestly had no reason to break up with you or insult you in anything,so he just thought of that.

he didn't hear you respond so he thought you caught onto his joke.

his eyes widened as he saw tears drippingonto the floor.

you had your head down so he couldn't see your face but he saw the way your body shook as whimpers were heard from you.

"miracle~"he cooed and wrapped his arms around you as he rocked you side to side.

he tried to make you calm down and stop crying but it only made it worse.

"coach!tendou made y/n-san cry!"goshiki exclaimed as coach snapped his head towards your figure embraced in tendou's larger figure.

goshiki did it for payback.

"TENDOU SATORI!"coach stomped towards him as he began to lecture him while semi,yamagata and kawanishi laughed at him as ohira comforted you.

"TENDOU,WHAT DID I TELL YOU ALL ABOUT TREATING THE Y/N NICELY!"coach continued scolding him as goshiki stood beside him,copying his actions.

"don't worry y/n.tendou didn't mean to get it up for you.he told me it was..a 'prank'?"ushijima said as tendou stiffled his laughter but regained his composure under coach's gaze.

"get what up?"a first year innocently asked as tendou cackled loudly and made all of them run laps as i watched tendou send me heart signs everytime he finished a round.

Bokuto Koutaro

konoha honestly put him up to this.

he wouldn't know why he would do it.

he was like,"why would i do that to y/n?i love her."

akaashi disapproved becauss he knew from bokuto talking about is girlfriend 24/7.she is a type of girl who would be hurt but confused mostly.she takes a lot of tine to process information...

so bokuto just wanted to see how his girlfriend would react,he just wanted to know.

he told you to meet him in the boys locker room after everyone had changed so you two were alone.

"lets break up.."he said,cringing.

he walked away,bumping into your shouldsr as he shut the door closed.

you would be crying..but-

you were just confused.

bokuto breaking up would involve him pouring out his sincerity and emotions and thats what makes you cry in response.

so you just stood there..and processed it.

you shrugged it off.

and walked to open the door to help with mamager duties when the door flung open as a crying bokuto jumped on you and emvraced yoy tightly.

you landed on the bench as his legs were wrapped around you as he cried in your shirt.

"bro didn't last a second.."komi sweatdropped and opened his hand as onaga agreed.

konoha sighed and placed a 10 dollar bill on komi's open hand.

"what happened?"you asked,now processing emotions.

"konoha put bokuto to a break up prank,akaashi disagreed,konoha bet on it with komi.bokuto was curious and didn't last atleast 2 minutes and is now crying."kaori said as yukie laughed beside her.

"don't..break up with me."he muttered in your neck as you nodded and patted his back

Kuroo Tetsurou

he is also a pranker

he is a casanova,a nerd for chemistry and a pranker.

the.worst.one.

PRANKER.

kenma was pranked by him.

let's just say,kuroo got attacked and the cold stare by kenma for a whole 3 weeks.

he knew he shouldn't do this.

but he loves the pranks

and getting yaku and kenma angry.

since it was a prank,he didn't mind where he pranked you.

he did it in the gym.

infront of the whole team.

let's just go back to before

you were innocently helping the team;filling their watterbottles and taking notes since coach was absent for today.

during waterbreak when everyone sat around me as kuroo lectured them especially lev who was trying his hardest.kuroo was talking about kenma's perfomance wise during practice.

yaku and kuroo talked about lev's perfomance.

kenma hissed at kuroo and scooched closer to kai,the cooler and chill vice-captionyaku went to the storeroom to grab something as kuroo prepared for the prank.

"let's break up y/n."kuroo exclaimed as the chatters in the gym silenced as he stood up and tossed his watterbottle aside as he stretched himself.

the gym kept silent as kuroo cocked an eyebrow.

he made eye contact with kenma as kenma looked up from his psp and pointed to his crying girlfriend.

y/n wiped her tears away as kuroo embeaced her tightly,comforting her as he tried to sooth her.

"kuroo tetsurou."yaku's voice was sharp and loud it echoed throughout the gym.

the atmosphere of the gym was cold.

"tell me why my dear sister is crying?!"a blink of an eye and yaku was staring into kuroo's soul.

"u-uh-uhh."kuroo got lectured by yaku as kenma patted my back and offered his psp to me as i shook my head.

"don't cry y/n-senpai!"teshiro,inuoka and shivayama pumped their fists as they complimented you.

fukunaga nodded and pretended to hold a bucket of water and pointed to kuroo as you quickly shook your head.

kai rubbed you back as yaku returned with a kuroo who embraced you tightly.

"i can't believe you would try to prank my sister."yaku gritted his teethand clenched his fists.

yaku raised his fists as kuroo yelled dramamtically,protective his head.

"next time,this hits youe head.hard."he barked as lev tilted his head.

"i'm this close to losing my patience.."yaku murmured as his fingers were in a "🤏" motion.he pulled his beloved sister close to him and away from kuroo

"and you're also this short,hehe..like kenma."lev's copied the motion as yaku did his famous roundhouse kick as kenma glared at lev.

"the balls i toss to you will end up thrown on your face."

i hope you enjoyed!if you would like to request anything,feel free to do so!

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vroerry · 1 year

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Haikyuu boys as songs from my playlist

Kuroo Tetsurou

Stray Kids - Muddy Water

Gorillaz - Feel Good Inc.

The Neighbourhood - Devil's advocate

Kozume Kenma

Toby Fox - Waterfall

vivivivivi - credits song for my death

Masafumi Takada - Welcome to Despair

Oikawa Tooru

Doja Cat - 4 Morant

Marina and the diamonds - Oh no!

Stray Kids - Slump

Bokuto Koutaro

TWICE - The feels

Stray Kids - WOLFGANG / Get cool / Surfin'

ATEEZ - HALA HALA

Block b - Very good

Black Eyed Peas - Let's get it started

Miya Atsumu

Gwen Stefani - Hollaback Girl

Marina - I love you but I love me more

Yung Gravy - Oops!

Miya Osamu

Scissor Sisters - I can't decide

Rammstein - Angst

Muse - Supermassive Black Hole

Suna Rintarou

Tv girl - Cigarettes out of the window

Arctic Monkeys - Why'd you only call me when you're high?

Cypis - Gdzie jest biały węgorz ? (Zejście)

Tendou Satori

Talking Heads - Psycho killer

Insane Clown Posse - Chop chop slide / My axe

Rebzyyx - I deserve this

Cypress Hil - Insane in the brain

Maretu - Magical Doctor / Coin Locker baby

Iwaizumi Hajime

Finger Eleven - Paralyzer

Lovejoy - Perfume / One day

The Vamps - Somebody to you

Haiba Lev

Cavetown - Boys will be bugs

Harmless - Swing Lynn

Vacations - Young

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green-thots · 5 months

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Someone please help me find this fanfiction 😭

I read it like a year ago but it was basically a Tendou Satori x Ushijima’s Sister! Reader and it was lowkey kinda sad but she’s like off the walls crazy and she has like a prego scare after being taken advantage of by another guy.

Idk pooks I can’t find it on wattpad but maybe the cover changed since the last time I read it and I’m just dumb 😭

#tendou satori #tendou x reader #help me pls #wattpad #find this fic

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ao3feed-iwaoi · 1 year

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Happy Days

Read this masterpiece on AO3 at https://ift.tt/e8R09Dg

by noliferr

In the bustling city of Tokyo, the mafia rules the underworld. Lurking in the shadows, they fight each other and many other forces... One day, the sister of Oikawa Tooru, Ren finds herself in the middle of the dangerous business. On the other hand, her brother's girlfriend Kuzuryu Inma seems to be working on something on the background... So I wrote this for my best friend! I decided to upload it to here. The real protagonist is Ren, but this is as much about the other cheracters as about her. Kind of. The two self-inserts (Ren- my friend, Inma - me) can be read from the readers perspective, so you have some "options" if you want to read it as an x reader. If you don't enjoy x readers, self inserts, I tried to write about the boys too. I hope you enjoy it!

Words: 18447, Chapters: 9/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, No Archive Warnings Apply, Rape/Non-Con, Underage

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Iwaizumi Hajime, Oikawa Tooru, Oikawa Tooru's Family, Oikawa Tooru's Sister, Miya Atsumu, Miya Osamu, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Suna Rintarou, Kita Shinsuke, Kuroo Tetsurou, Kozume Kenma, Haiba Lev, Yaku Morisuke, Tsukishima Kei, Tsukishima Akiteru, Kyoutani Kentarou, Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Tanaka Saeko, Shimizu Kiyoko, Tendou Satori, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Azumane Asahi, Terushima Yuuji, Akaashi Keiji, Sugawara Koushi, Sawamura Daichi, Yachi Hitoka, Hinata Natsu, Semi Eita, Goshiki Tsutomu

Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime & Oikawa Tooru, Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou, Miya Atsumu/Sakusa Kiyoomi, Miya Osamu/Suna Rintarou, Kuroo Tetsurou/Reader, Oikawa Tooru/Reader, Ushijima Wakatoshi/Reader

Additional Tags: Self-Insert, Organized Crime, Murder, Haikyuu!! Time Skip, Onigiri Miya Shop (Haikyuu!!), Angst, Fluff and Angst, Smut, Help, For a Friend, Funny, What Have I Done, What Was I Thinking?, Gun Violence, Rape/Non-con Elements, Blood and Violence, Sexual Violence, Past Child Abuse, Bad Jokes, Song Lyrics, Triggers, Blood, Brutal Murder, Suicide Attempt, Suicide Notes, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Self-Harm, Drug Use, Drugs, Drug Addiction, Rehabilitation, Psychologists & Psychiatrists, psychiatric hospital, Break Up, Suicidal Thoughts

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/e8R09Dg

#iwaoi #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #ao3feed-iwaoi #haikyuu!!

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kuroosdarling · 1 year

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SATORI TENDŌ ♡ RISU @sookisaurus

risu bby !! i’m looking at ur big 3 and tendous chart and … yeah. YUP ! this is it right here <3 okay so the sister sign to taurus is scorpio hehe a lot of times being with someone from your sister sign allows you both to grow to be your best selves while also keeping that spark ;) hehe also you guys have the same moon sign and that’s just so cute <33 your rising is scorpio and his is virgo so it’s all in the same 2 elements !!! y’all are probably on the same page about a lot of things in life <3 his venus is in gemini so this man knows how to get your attention LOL he keeps things very lively. definition of never let them know your next move but in a good way bc he always one ups himself with romantic gestures hehe he just always wants to make you feel loved n special !!!! WAHH I LOVE YOU GUYS

#PLSS !!!!!#ur charts mesh really well together :3 #so you kuroo n tendou … might actually work rlly well together LOL #now i wanna see tsukki’s and see how his compares to u PLS #anyway ilysm thank you for joining my event n always supporting me !!!#i hope you enjoy bby !#◝✩ aims milestone event

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soranihimawari · 2 years

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Saturn's Rings

Word Count: 1.6 k + Pairing: Oikawa x reader Rating: SFW OTF (oikawa tooru fluff)//pining sort of//childhood acquaintances->strangers->lovers

You were seven years old when you first made a friend on the playground. Granted, as you played tag with your new friend, you could start sending new emotions. Probably because you had been reading a little too much bishonen manga your older cousin lends you. Regardless, it made for an interesting set of recess days when your second grade sensei calls home frequently saying you were probably going through a current phase as well as inferring you were watching samurai classics. This is why your babysitter, your aunt, decided to pick you up early from the elementary school to take you out for some ice cream. Apparently this was two hours ago, so after said ice cream was eaten, on your sugar induced high on the playground, you find the first boy who willingly chose not to be disgusted by your ‘cooties.’ Together you and your new compatriot ran to the top, hair bouncing in the wind, pretending to fly off into space.

“Oh my gosh! We’re so high up here on the spaceship!” you squeal, holding his hand, peering over the rope bridge of the ‘ship.’

“Mmhm! Where shall we go ‘xploring yn-chan?” his voice is kind and also curious. Never once had the pretty chestnut brown color of anyone’s eyes got you so amazed before in your young life. Nonetheless, you crossed your arms over your chest, closing your eyes until a thought popped into your head.

“Mars! We can totally look for aliens there Ru-kun!”

At the mention of aliens and making first contact, your new friend, whose name you eventually forget, makes swooshing noises to land the ship. You take your exit, the slide on the top connected to where you were peering over the wall of the top of the jungle gym. As the sun began to set, your respective care-takers call both your names.

“Auntie says I have to go now,” you frown, looking at your shoes.

“Okaa-san says I have to say bye now too,” he pouts.

You both hear your names being called again,this time on opposite ends of the swings. You don’t know how or why, but you whisper to him something about fate and if you were to meet again on Mars, you’d ask him to marry you. For seven year old kids who made friends on the playground in a suburb in Sendai, you and one OIkawa “Ru” Tooru stare into the unknown future with the most confident of faces.

As the years go by, your family grows–you’ve become an older sister to two twin little siblings by the time you’re eight–and when it’s time to take your entrance exams for high school, you find out you’re accepted into Aoba Josai. Granted, you really wanted to attend Shiratorizawa because your classmate, Satori Tendou, was rumored to get in based on his recommendation for the volleyball club, yet alas, you are not as talented as he. Though you exchange contact numbers, you do still text your best friend in middle school once in a while (read: throughout the summer). Nowadays, with those first two years under your belt, your siblings are attending middle school. By now, you were in the third year of high school. Within the walls of Aoba Josai, post opening ceremonies, you stand in front of the roster list, scouring for your name.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see the crowd of young ladies surrounding the tall (and apparently most eligible bachelor) good looking volleyball captain. The same tuft of auburn brown hair swishes out now, for the life of you, you can’t recall the time you were seven, all those years ago, but you think it’s quite funny if the fates decide to have you in the same class. It’s not like you had trouble being in the same class as before, thanks to a biology and english project back in first year. Second year, though, is where plans sort of deviate again. You were asked to sit in for your friend who was the second manager for the boy’s volleyball club, mentioning they had to retake a test. In the second gym where practice was being held, you observe said captain take to the air as he practices his spikes a few more times post-warmups. His form was impeccable and you almost gasped because this ought to be a trick. In your mind, flashbacks from that one afternoon come flooding back. The young boy with eyes of chocolate with golden flecks grew up to be a powerful king; a true master of his court, if you will. There was just one problem: he did not remember you. At least not throughout practice that day, orany days afterward. Oh, and that little thing about fate right now at the start of your third year…?

“What class did you get into Oikawa?” one of the girls who had already given him a bag of sweets pressed, curious to see what the answer was.

He beams when he says the same class number as you. You were within ear shot when the third years in that circle of fans whine and complain about not getting into the same class as him–all except you because you stare right at your name on the roster board…under the same number as where the kanji of his name is written.

Currently, it is one month into the new school year. Oikawa has tried on several occasions to have you join him for lunch; his logic is the same as the rest of the third years on the volleyball team: find yourself a girl who is willing to act as your girlfriend to fend off the wolves. Iwazumi, his best friend, shook his head saying that would be a new low and, “who in their right mind would want to do that?” Cue you walking past the library to get past the gym where the canned coffee vending machine was. Your hair was in a strange space buns updo with glitter hair extensions, bags under your eyes were cleverly hidden by the concealer you wore that day since you stayed up late trying to sew your sibling’s buttons back on to their uniform blazer. Oikawa and the rest of his friend group were sitting underneath the tree by there, far enough to not be considered creepy, but not close enough to recognize any other defining qualities except for Hanamaki to suggest you.

“You’re in the same class as yn-san, right?” the middle blocker asks. “Why not ask her?”

The machine spits out your coffee and as you stifle a yawn, you pull the tab. You walk back toward your classroom completely emptying the can of its contents with a few gulps. Oikawa chooses to stay quiet for a little bit to let Hanamaki’s words settle in. Iwazumi knows the look his best friend gives as he watches Oikawa walk after you. The captain picks up his pace, ignoring everything about what Iwazumi had said.

The end of the school day approaches, the bell is about to ring while your teacher writes the assigned homework on the board. For whatever reason other than to annoy you, OIkawa has been seen (almost caught too) passing notes back and forth. The notes reach your desk, but you don’t read them. It is infuriating to him, yet he persists because there is a nagging feeling he knew you from somewhere–it’s bugging the hell out of him so much so that he even walks with you to the personal locker area before practice. A few of his fans,mostly ladies on campus, watch with envy as you walk side by side with him, exchanging a few words.

“This is my locker, thank you for walking me here Oikawa-san,” you have a warm smile on your face.

“No problem,” he chuckles nervously though you pretend you didn’t really hear it. “Yn?”

“Yeah?” you slide out your everyday boots from the locker and as you put them on, you hear him clear his throat.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Shoot.”

You tie your shoes and before you can stand, he chooses to crouch down to meet you at eye level.

“When you were a kid, did you play at Takemori Memorial Park?”

His voice, usually so full of confidence now is replaced with a rare shyness no one has heard in a long time. Your throat suddenly goes dry when you nod.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but did we,” he points in the air between your bodies. “go to Mars?”

You stifle a laugh telling him it’s been ages since you wanted to find some aliens when he helps you rise to your feet. There is a beaming grin on both your faces when another, more practical beginning, part of your relationship takes off right where the childhood memory ends.

Friendship with each other eventually starts one weekend when you are invited to watch one of the early games. You stand in the bleachers with other supporters cheering loudly for every point (or disappointed whine when a spike was blocked); sure you’re also invited by one of the second year members to post game dinner because their captain seemed fond of you. At this admission from your underclassmen, you nod along saying you’d be delighted. So, perhaps your first unofficial official friend-date was with the boys volleyball club and rumor has it Oikawa Tooru took it upon himself to walk you home. Alone. You tell him you like watching him play and seeing how dedicated he is to leading a strong team. Although flattery carries you part of the way, you observe a small glow reflected in his cheeks as you digress saying Iwazumi’s spikes may be cool or watching Mattsun block a pipe is interesting, but watching him fly for a jump serve was amazing on its own.

“You’re just saying that because you find me attractive,” he says sticking his tongue out like a child.

You pause your steps, close your eyes and place a hand under your chin. You hum a bit when Oikawa turns to look at the familiar thinking face (it’s the same one from when you were seven).

“So what if I do pretty boy?” you tease, almost sprinting right by him trying to get to the next block of houses. You yell across your shoulder you’ll see him on Monday, totally ignoring the heat on your face.

A month goes by and in that month, you are called into the gym by Iwazumi. It’s been a grueling month of practices, schoolwork, and a few matches. Recently, you find Oikawa stressed out between grades and being on the team, yet during lunch, you try to appease his worries with some milkbread and tea. As of late, even with his adoring fans, according to Iwazumi who knew his friend the best, Oikawa seemed to be burning himself out: “enough to put the knee support back on, yn.” You close your personal locker, reassuring the ace you’ll talk to his captain.

Practice has since ended almost two hour ago when you snuck into the gym around seven thirty that evening. There were balls scattered everywhere, Oikawa was still breathing hard, massaging his knee after attempting another jump serve. He didn’t land wrong, he stretched properly before hand, so why was his knee acting up now? Practice was fine, he thought. You stand at the entrance of the gym, your arms folded over your chest witnessing your friend pushing himself further. Dedication is one thing, obsession another, yet you stand at the precipice of pushing him back a square step so he can rest.

“Oikawa,” you call out his name with a stern look. You aren’t upset, not in the slightest when you pick up a spare volleyball by your foot. You enter the gym with a calming aura.

“What’re you doing here?” He seems annoyed, so you excuse the attitude in his voice.

“I was about to ask you the same thing,” you place the ball into the basket container. “But if you really want to know, Iwa asked me to come talk to you…”

He nods, but that turns into a wince when he bends down to pick up another ball.

“Sit down. I’ll clean up, ok?” you don’t reach out to help him, rather by you being here, you take charge in making sure he puts himself first. Is it selfish of you not to aid him to the bleachers? Sure, yet you wanted to teach him in a way, to take small steps. Oikawa saunters off to sit down, a slight limp as he goes to sit, watching you pick up and toss balls into the bin. Roughly twenty minutes later, the ball bin is locked up and the net is folded over the rods. You kneel in front of your old friend, an exasperated sigh escaping your lips.

“We’re worried about you,” is the first thing you say. Oikawa scowls. “Let me rephrase: Tooru, I’m worried about you.”

At this, he leans down seeming to have a change of heart. Pressing his forehead against yours, he frowns, admitting his own shortcomings especially after losing to Shiratorizawa (again). He wants to push himself further, he wants to be considered great without trying. You take a hand to his chest to push him off for a moment with a stern look in your in your eyes.

“You’re great, I know you are, so don’t stop here,” you smile gently. “Go and show the world someday, ok?”

He sniffles with a short whisper of your name on his lips. The scowl turns into a smug grin agreeing with you.

“Go change and I’ll walk you home,” you instruct. He chuckles a bit saying that was supposed to be his line. You help him up once you rise from the court. In the minutes that pass between him hitting the locker room and you texting Iwa, both you and oikawa come to a realization. Recalling something that Hanamaki said during team dinner: “Friends don’t look or even laugh with at each other like that. You think they know yet?”

On the walk back to his family home, both Oikawa and you are in-tuned to know why Hanamaki made that comment. Especially now when underneath the outside street lamp by the Oikawas’ mailbox, you share your first kiss with someone who means it. And though he holds your waist like he doesn’t want you to leave just yet. You peck his lips once more saying you don’t mind coming inside to watch that new planetary series with Neil deGrasse Tyson. At this, he laughed and it was reminiscent of the playground laugh that drew you initially to him.

“I might actually confess if you’re not careful, love,” Oikawa chuckles against your rosy cheek. His finger curls to gently trace your jawline. You roll your eyes asking if him kissing you just now doesn’t count as a confession. For you it did, for a majority of the team who found out at next practice, but for right now, you’ll choose to remind him that kisses like the one you’re about to give are a confession in their own right.

“So are you going to invite me in?” You judge his shoulder when standing now outside his front door. When oikawa unlocks the door, he announces he brought his new lover into the forger. The strawberry blush on your cheeks deepen when you shy away from his sister and his own mother who introduce themselves with a wave of comfort and understanding.

Now, when in the present, you pull him into you, breaking a fall with a meeting of your lips. Though brief, you part and you’re in his arms, wearing the best taupe and burgundy red outfit money could afford while Oikawa Tooru is in a fancy navy tailored suit. Perhaps you weren’t the first couple to be married on Mars, but tonight when surrounded by family and friends, you felt like you both were dancing on Saturn’s rings.

#sora scribbles 2022 #🌻— flying around collecting pollen—queue #haikyuu x reader #oikawa x reader #sora after hours

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