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gloryhrs · 29 days

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━━ ⟡ 𝓛𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝓑𝐎𝐘𝐒, various.

ᥫ᭡ o. requested by — @normansnt. ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

ᥫ᭡ i. ᧔𐓪᧓ 𝐡𝐜𝐬 𝐟𝐭 ━━ kenpachi zaraki, shūhei hisgai, ichigo kurosaki, & kisuke urahara.

ᥫ᭡ ii. ᧔𐓪᧓ trans [ ftm ] reader, fluff + comedy, modern era + everything takes in a non-soul society universe.

❨ KENPACHI ZARAKI. ❩

Kenpachi Zaraki . . . the brutal captain of the 11th Division had a passion for all things that revolve around fighting. But you know what else he has a passion for? You, his husband, and Yachiru, his daughter. He loves his little family and would protect you both till his final breath.

Kenpachi likes what he likes, and he loves you—so he didn’t understand why you were so scared of telling him that you were trans. He will always support you, no matter what the situation is or how bad it gets. When he found out about you being trans he just shrugged his shoulders and asked what was for dinner.

“Kenny? You aren’t mad at me . . . right?” You played with the hem of your kimono sleeves. Once you told your husband about your identity he just stood there . . . No reaction or anything. It was as if his system was rebooting. After what felt like years of silence he finally spoke, “Eh, not really. There’s nothing to be mad about, seriously.” He shrugged as he put his large hands on your shoulders before placing a sweet kiss against your sweaty forehead. “Now, what’s for dinner?”

“Also, I know I shouldn’t ask you this. But is that the reason why your chest was cut off?”

“Yes, Kenny.”

“Well I could’ve save us the money and did that myself!”

When Yachiru found out about the news she was so sweet and supportive. She understood the importance of the situation perfectly and even said you’ll forever be her dad, even if you didn’t give birth to her.

“Look dad! Look at the drawing me and papa made for you!” The little girl smiled sweetly as she held up a drawing that included blue, pink, and white—the trans flag colors. It was a drawing of her and Kenpachi wearing matching shirts that said “We love you Y/n” along while holding the little pride flags in their hands. You couldn’t help but smile brightly and place a little kiss against the girl’s cheek. “Thank you, Yachi. I’m gonna hang this up on the fridge, okay? You and Kenny’s art skills are amazing.”

❨ SHŪHEI HISAGI. ❩

Shūhei thinks of you as his safe space . . . one of the only few people he can be around without having to relax his shoulders every five seconds because he is feeling tense.

He didn’t care about the fact that you were trans, in fact, he thought you were brave. Since you didn’t hide yourself from the world, you weren’t too accepting of people like you. But that didn’t matter to him, he was going to protect you every step of the way, holding your hand without fear.

“I–I’ll still love you. No matter what, babe. Whatever you’re comfortable with, I’m comfortable with. You’re very handsome to me! Haha . . .” Hisagi laughed and nodded his head. He was so supportive in his own weird way, it was cute.

He loves snuggling into your chest like a little kitten after a long day of work. ♡ Each time he got home he would immediately throw his stuff on the ground without having a care in the world.

“Darling, I think your laptop was in there.” You spoke softly as you caressed the back of Shūhei’s head while he rested his cheek against your chest. The man had another stressful day at work and he threw his bag to the floor—you could’ve sworn you heard a slight crack. “It’ll be fine . . . it’s practically indestructible.” He muttered with his eyes closed and his breathing starting to slow down. Instead of aggravating him about it, you only smiled softly and ran your fingers through his hair.

It turns out that did end up breaking his computer and was charged on his tab at work for the incident.

“Damn it . . . (πーπ)”

❨ ICHIGO KUROSAKI. ❩

Ichigo was kinda known for taking certain subjects to heart—his family, friends, and most importantly, you. He knew about your identity since he was fifteen and he never judged you or discriminated against you for it. He would never use hurtful words or do hurtful things to you because he truly loves you with every last bone in his body.

When he’s around, he always makes sure that people use the correct pronouns on you and make sure you don’t feel uncomfortable in any shape or form. He doesn’t care who they are. They will respect you and your identity. When you would often speak up for yourself, you would always get turned down and ignored in the end. Which infuriated him to no end, he hated seeing you sad.

Ichigo's eyes glared holes into the back of the teacher’s head as she continued to refer to you as she and her. He noticed you tried to speak up for yourself but she only ignored you and continued to misgender you in the end—which made you go quiet for the rest of the class period. Once she referred to you as the wrong pronouns that’s when Ichigo decided to step in. “He said, his pronouns are he/him. Why do you keep referring to him as she and her? Did you not hear him the first time he corrected you?” Ichigo frowned while the teacher seemed a bit shocked at his words. “What the hell are you looking stupid for? Can you not hear?”

Since you’re his first boyfriend, he always tries his best to show you that he loves you—even though he can be a bit awkward at times. Good days or bad days, when he visits you, he always brings flowers and favorite snacks. He also has a habit of buying you merch of your favorite things because he just can’t help himself every time he walks by.

“Ichigo? Did you seriously buy me a set of these?” You chuckled at the sight of the jumbo plushie of your favorite animal. The plushie was so soft and fluffy that you couldn’t be upset with him that he spent so much money on it. “Yeah, when I saw it, I couldn’t help myself. It reminded me of you.” He smiled before he pulled out a cute little hairpin of your favorite animals and placed it in your head with a soft kiss to your cheek.

❨ KISUKE URAHARA. ❩

Kisuke wasn’t shocked at the news about your identity. Like Kenpachi, he knows what he likes and isn’t ashamed of it. Love is love, why should he be ashamed of being married to someone who isn’t afraid to express themselves? It didn’t make sense to him—but he didn’t care.

“Oh? Hehe, I guess we’re both husbands now, yeah?” The shop owner poked at your cheek with the end of his fan before covering his red cheeks with it. It was obvious he was flustered at his joke. Instead of getting upset at him about the joke you only smiled softly and playfully punched his shoulder.

Yoruichi is tired of you two deeply. She never saw Kisuke so deeply in love with someone, since he was a bit of a pervert. Every time she sees you both being lovey dovey she can’t help but let out a loud dramatic sigh. Kisuke would often joke around and call her jealous because she didn’t have anyone in her life. And it always resorted to her flipping him off or smacking him in the back of the head because of his smart-ass mouth.

“Why hello my most beautiful, precious, loving, and gorgeous husban—”

“Get a room you freaks!”

“I didn’t even finish my sentence!”

This man was your hype man—you want to show him your new outfit? Give him a show! Did you get a new haircut? He will give you compliments until you get sick of him! This man didn’t know how to stop once he had gotten started. Most of the time, you would never get sick of him and his compliments and pickup lines. Because, unlike most people, you genuinely found him funny. He would often talk like a high-school student just to get a smile on your face.

The moment he walked in on you trying on something new with a frown on your face he just couldn’t hold himself back. The man placed the fan up against his face as he began to speak. “Hey handsome, I guess there is a rainbow today as I just found the treasure I have been searching for.” He started to fan his face in a dramatic manner, which caused a series of laughter to leave your lips. “You like it? I think I got a size too small.” You tugged at the shirt and pants that were a little too tight in certain places. Kisuke, being the pervert he is only wolf-whistled while continuing to fan his pink cheeks. “My dear husband, do you mind doing a slight 360 for me? I would like to see something.”

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darkmegs · 2 years

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THEIR “FANGIRL” LIKES YOU, NOT HIM!! PT. 2 (sugawara koushi and iwaizumi hajime)

warning: x gn!reader, crack, shirtless suga, enjoy our cute boys. please let me know if there are any mistakes~

a/n: you lot seemed to really enjoy the first part so here’s part 2!!

[ part 1 (oikawa, atsumu & suna) ]

SUGAWARA KOUSHI

forever known as karasuno’s angel—which, by the way, was incredibly inaccurate—one can only imagine the heaps of girls his fandom fostered.

they would fawn over the pretty setter for both his looks and his charming personality, and even empathize with his situation of being replaced; this earned kageyama many glares from suga’s dedicated fan base, not that the oblivious first year noticed.

“we got it!!”

you, yachi, and kiyoko walked into the gymnasium, hauling the boxes of jerseys for the boys.

“wow!! it looks so cool!!!” hinata jumped with excitement.

“go on and try it on. let us know if it fits so we can make alterations in time for the inter-high tournament.” coach ukai told them, nodding towards the three of you managers.

“looks like i’m the star of the show,” noya declared, chest puffed out in pride. hinata gasped loudly, eyeing the orange set the libero had on.

suga laughed, taking his shirt off to try his jersey on. right on cue, a crowd of girls appeared by the gym windows, peering with watchful eyes at the scene ahead of them.

yachi tugged on your sleeve, “umm, senpai? those girls are here again…”

you looked up and spotted the sight. groaning, you handed your clipboard to yachi, “i’ll shoo them away.”

you marched towards the exit with purpose. once you stood there, you cleared your throat. the girls jumped like frightened cats and scurried against each other.

“ladies, is this any way to act? it’s creepy. do you want to make the boys uncomfortable?” you asked, with your hands on your hips.

they blinked.

“we’re only here for sugawara-san, not the boys!”

the crowd agreed, and you dragged your palm against your face. then, you heard the familiar voice of your boyfriend walking up behind you.

“hey, y/n. could you get this in a bigger size? it’s too tight around my biceps.”

wrong timing.

you sighed, “here we go.” suga only looked at you in confusion, before he heard the erupt squeals and chants the girls unleashed from seeing a shirtless sugawara right in front of them.

as you massaged your temples to ease the growing headache they were giving you, you failed to notice the girl walking up to you two.

“why are you standing so close?!”

you looked up and saw a first year, her eyesbrows furrowed together and her fists clenched in fury.

you and suga looked at each other. you opened your mouth to protest, but you didn’t get the chance to do anything when you felt her harshly tugging you towards her, making you stumble in your step. the girl wrapped her arm around your waist, steadying you in place. to prevent yourself from falling, your arms instinctively reached out to hang around her shoulders.

slowly, she raised an accusing finger at suga. “do you have no respect for y/n? with your sweaty body so close; you’ll taint my beloved’s honor!”

“your beloved?” suga repeated, tilting his head.

“have some decency and cover yourself up,” the girl told him, “or else your gym odor will dilute the scent of y/n’s shampoo.”

“my shampoo?” you asked, “do i even know—“

“emi-chan, from class 1-2. delighted to finally meet you, y/n-senpai.” she smiled, “though i am sorry i did not come to you earlier; i should have stopped this boy from besmirching your grace sooner!”

suga chuckled, “‘besmirching y/n’s grace’? i had no idea that was a thing.”

emi looked at him as though he were worth nothing, “yes, well, i don’t expect you to find fault in your actions, but just know that there is a fault.”

“oh my,” suga couldn’t help but find this ordeal amusing, he raised his arms up in faux surrender.

“and my lovely y/n must have rose-colored glasses on,” she turned to you, “when will you realize that he doesn’t deserve you?”

you blinked, “i—i like suga…a lot.”

sugawara blushed in the background, “aww thank you, angel. i like you a lot, too.”

emi pretended she didn’t hear him. “but..i like you a lot as well…won’t you like me, too?” she asked, her eyes slowly getting glossy.

“i’m sorry, emi, but i don’t know anything about you. besides your interest in my choice of shampoo, of course.” you said.

her bottom lip quivered, “oh…”

she gently let go, allowing you to stand up straight and flatten your clothes down. she looked tragically dejected, and you felt a bit bad.

“suga-senpai.” she eventually spoke up, her eyes darkly casted on the ground.

“…yes?”

“take care of y/n. if i see you staining their honor again, you’ll be hearing from me.” she told him.

suga nodded, “roger that. i wouldn’t want to feel your wrath, emi-chan.”

“i didn’t give you permission to call me that. it’s sato-san to you.”

suga saluted her, “yes, ma’am—i mean, sato-san.” he was having too much fun with this.

she nodded, approvingly. “you might be karasuno’s angel, but you’re the devil in my eyes.” she said, striding away from the gym with confidence.

sugawara leaned in closer to you with a mischievous smirk, “well, at least she’s right about that.”

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

he couldn’t believe it himself, honestly.

iwaizumi was so used to oikawa having all the pretty girls’ attention. his breath hitched when he first heard about it from matsukawa and hanamaki. the two swear they saw iwa blushing that day.

but iwaizumi was more than infatuated with you; he barely paid any heed towards his fangirls. you often giggled, telling him it was fine to talk to them whenever he was approached after a game. but he would always shake his head, wrapping his strong arms around you and muttering a low, ‘your attention is enough for me.’

“tooru-kun!!”

iwaizumi rolled his eyes. before every match, the seijoh cheerleaders passed by and flirted with their suave captain. the wing spiker found it incredibly irritating and he began walking away just like every other time, when some of the cheerleaders made their way to him.

“iwa!!”

he turned around and saw two cheerleaders approaching him. they waved, an unmistakable blush coating their cheeks.

“hi, iwa-kun…” one greeted.

the other giggled, “why are you so formal? i’m sure senpai is fine with us calling him haji. right, haji?”

iwaizumi cleared his throat loudly, feeling uncomfortable at the pet name; only you called him that. he heard oikawa’s teasing laughter, and he didn’t hesitate to throw a water bottle at the immature setter.

“who’s that?” iwaizumi quickly tried to change the topic, noticing a cowering girl standing behind them. it took the two girls a few seconds to snap out of their daze; too busy staring at iwa to register his words.

“eh? oh th-that’s hina-chan.”

iwaizumi nodded, as one of the girls grew bolder and leaned in to whisper in his ear, “she’s shy.”

the girl—hina—realized iwaizumi was looking at her and scurried away. the girls snickered, “she talks about you during practice; always asking questions about you and y/n.”

iwaizumi couldn’t care less if some girls were gossiping about him, but when you were involved, he had to intervene.

“oh yeah? and what does she say about y/n?” he asked, crossing his arms.

“hmm,” the girl tapped her chin in thought, “things like ‘why are they together?’ or ‘he shouldn’t be with them!’ and so on.”

iwaizumi could practically feel the vein in his forehead popping, a low growl scratching the back of his throat. his eyes immediately tried to find you, only to spot hina-chan talking to you.

he immediately jogged over to you, spotting the frown you wore on your face as hina spoke with burning fervor.

“and what’s going on here?” he asked, instantly wrapping an arm around you protectively.

hina looked away and huffed, “nothing.”

“really? you seemed to have been terrorizing y/n from the looks of it.”

her eyes widened, “i would never terrorize my darling y/n!”

now iwaizumi was incredibly confused. he thought hina was harassing you about him like a crazed fangirl but he seemed to have been greatly misled.

“ha?” he asked. you quickly held onto his arm to explain, “haji—“

“y/n shouldn’t be with you! y/n should be with me! i was only trying to prove how hostile you are!”

if iwaizumi wasn’t angry before, he sure was now. him? hostile? with you?!

“i’ll have you know i treat y/n with the upmost respect and care. a-at least i hope y/n knows i do…” he scratched the back of his head. “but i’d never be aggressive with them!” he grumbled, folding his arms over his chest with a scornful huff.

hina gasped, “but you threw a water bottle at oikawa-san! that’s very aggressive if you ask me!”

iwa scoffed, “that’s because he’s an idiot.”

deciding to speak up, you pulled iwaizumi closer to you. “hina…haji is a very good boyfriend. he treats me very well—he’s such a gentleman, really. he would never lay a finger on me, not a chance. so, you shouldn’t worry about him being “hostile” towards me, because he would never do such a thing.”

iwaizumi felt his ears burn at your words, and he cleared his throat in an attempt to swallow down his flustered feelings. you smiled as he lifted his hand up to cover his reddening face.

“i-i see…”

the pair of you watched as hina’s cheeks started heating up, her legs awkwardly shuffling in place as she gripped onto the ends of her skirt.

“i am s-so sorry, iwaizumi-senpai! i seem to have misunderstood…my sincerest apologies, i won’t bother you or y/n again!!” and with that, she ran back to her fellow cheerleaders, hiding behind them as tears started forming in her eyes due to embarrassment.

“she seemed really sweet,” you commented, turning to iwaizumi.

he nodded, still feeling a bit shy. you only grinned and poked his side playfully, “good luck on the game, haji. play well for me, okay?”

he coughed loudly, “right.” he said, before stalking back to his trio of friends, who were currently clutching their stomachs in a fit of laughter.

you heard a distant “who are you laughing at, dumbass?”, followed by a harsh thud, accompanied with the captain’s cry for help.

sorry for being so inactive, folks. i’m wrapping up my last semester and graduating soon so it’s been pretty hectic but i hope you enjoyed this short post hehe, till next time!

thanks for calling darkmegs!!

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luvymelody · 2 months

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NAME : kuroo tetsurou , haikyuu

SONG : coming down , the weeknd

SUMMARY : at the training camp, everyone just wants to have a little fun. so, while the coaches are asleep, the teams have a game of hide and seek.

( sexual acts but not outright smut ❌ )

y/n sat on her bed, her hands behind her as she propped herself on her bed as yachi’s bed as right infront of hers, yachi talking to her as she sat crossed legged.

y/n was the manager of the nekoma team and operated with the team by herself, as she was the only manager. all the girls were up and it was around 12am, none of the girls wanted to sleep.

“guys let’s do something! i’m so bored.”

yukie whined, she was a manager for the fukurodani team. she sat next to y/n, wrapping an arm around y/n’s arm. and suddenly, like the universe heard her, a knock on the door was heard.

bokuto knocked about 5 times, opening the door and peaking into the room as he noticed the light that was pooling through the cracks of the door into the dark hallway, believing the managers were awake.

“hey hey hey, you guys wanna play hide and seek?”

all the teams were grouped inside the fukurodani team’s dorm, huddling together and y/n was pulled by kuroo towards him and kenma.

“hey cutie.”

“hi tetsurou.”

y/n smiled, getting nudged by kuroo as she put her hands in her pockets. y/n and him were dating, having dated for nearly a year now.

bokuto started explaining the rules as everyone started listening, well most, you could hear kuroo and y/n who kept talking to each other.

“hey! kuroo and y/n- shut up!”

“hah?? you shut up!”

“whatever! last one out the room is the seeker!”

people started rushing out of the room to not be the seeker, the door was shut by the second last person in the room, kenma was sitting on the floor, playing on his phone and finally noticing no one was in the room.

“huh?”

y/n had lost kuroo through the crowd of people who kept pushing her away from him, she tiptoed through the halls as they were empty in just a few minutes and she already heard small whispers coming near her.

she panicked, not knowing who the seeker was and thought it was the seeker, so she hid inside the storage closet, it was so dark and there was no light switch in sight.

she tucked herself in, from her panic, she didn’t notice how she was pushed against someone’s front, their breath hitching and her sudden presence as she pressed her ear against the door to listen for the people.

“you think they’re in here, kenma?”

“dunno.”

y/n could just make out hinata’s and kenma’s voice, until the door handle started being rattled, y/n backed up and finally noticed the person behind her, their hand covering her mouth as she held the hand, trying to pull it off.

“nevermind, it’s locked. probably not in here.”

hinata walked away, and y/n raised her eyebrow in the dark to the sound of the door being locked, she removed the hand from the random person’s hand and tried to open the door, and not being able to.

“well hi cutie.”

“tetsurou!”

y/n exclaimed, looking around and up to just make out his frame and face.

“are we stuck in here?”

kuroo questioned, also trying to unlock the door but not being able too. y/n’s hand went towards the darkness, trying to find the walls or maybe a light switch, she found a switch, lighting up and flicking it on, but the light was so dim, it barely made an effect, y/n could see kuroo now though.

“what are we gonna do now, cutie?”

y/n wanted to be the last hider, but she also didn't want to be in the closet forever.

"let's just wait a bit tetsu."

a bit became an hour, and y/n was convinced that everyone had forgotten about her and kuroo.

in that time, kuroo had made room on one of the lower shelfs and had lifted y/n onto the shelf. it let kuroo have room to turn and slightly move and y/n could sit as her legs were tired.

"soooo, have you liked the training camp?"

"yeah, it hasn't been bad.. sorry tetsu it's so boring in here."

"it's okay y/n. i'm bored too."

kuroo leaned towards y/n, his hands resting next to y/n's knees as she sat on the shelf and kuroo leaned so he could stretch in the small space.

"do you wanna do something?"

"like what?"

kuroo had that smirk on his face,

"make out."

"tetsu."

"what!? we always lose track of time when we make out."

"..okay fine."

kuroo had an excited smirk on his face now, but he pushed his lips against hers quickly, grabbing at her waist as she held her hands on his shoulders. he leaned over her more, getting impossibly the closest he could be to the girl and he started rubbing circles on her waist.

he separated from her, a string of spit connecting them.

"fuck, i'm been so horny the whole time you have no idea."

"you could've told me sooner, baby."

"i was worried someone was gonna find us-"

kuroo had his hands over y/n's hips, his eyes locked onto her shorts.

"can i?"

"you can.."

y/n muttered, wanting kuroo to do whatever. y/n shimmed her pants off with the help of kuroo, he was eager and bumped his head on the shelf above his head as he was too tall.

the both of them giggled a little, but eventually he got her pants off, leaving her in her panties. kuroo stared at the slick starting to pool in her panties.

"so wet for me, pretty?"

y/n nodded, her lips wobbling as kuroo connected his own lips with hers, swirling his tongue with hers and her tounge lapped against his lips, as they separated, saliva was present on his lips as he touched his lips to see.

"wanna eat you out so bad."

kuroo leaned into her ear, whispering and nibbling at the top of her ear, before trialing kisses down, along the side of her neck, from her chest over her shirt, to her stomach and just above her panties, his lips so close that y/n could feel the vibrations of his voice, jolting her core and pussy.

he pulled her panties to the side, her pussy glistening with slick, licking a small line of her pussy as she whimpered and her hands were grabbing at the edge of the shelf.

"can i eat you out?"

"yes tetsu, ngh~!"

"itadakimasu."

#this is rushed #i just wanted to get this out of my drafts #kuroo x reader #tetsurou x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #LOWKEY GIGGLING WHILE MAKING THIS

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taones · 1 month

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If You Can Hold On - A.A, S.K, S.D

Part four is finally here! reminder that I do not accept criticism, this could be crap but I do not care if it is <3 it's been like three years in the making so take it or leave it king!

pairing ~ poly asadaisuga x gn!reader

warnings ~ pining, angst, negative emotions, suggestive towards the end, probably bad writing but gimme a break I haven't written in a year, cursing <3

You couldn’t sleep.

Every time you closed your eyes it was like the image of the boys were burned into your retinas. At first, it had incited some sort of rage in you - their actions at the diner curdled with the waffles you had eaten, churning in a way that made your stomach feel tight and queasy. Admittedly, Daichi got to you the most. He was never one to hide his emotions, but he usually kept his sadness to himself. It took a lot of effort over many years of friendship to get Daichi comfortable with expressing that in front of you. Seeing him so emotional, exhaustion weighing on his shoulders, had struck something in you. Not that you were sure what that emotion was.

The longer Kiyoko drove, the less angry you felt. The rage from the diner slid off your shoulders like water - which only allowed for fatigue to settle itself across your chest. Of course, that didn’t mean you could sleep. Instead, you gnawed on your lip and focused your gaze on the back of Yachi’s headrest, trying desperately not to think of the situation.

Every time you thought back on the weekend that had passed, you couldn’t help but cringe. When they had talked about adding a third to their relationship, you had been so caught up in how you felt that you hadn’t stopped to be logical. Of course, seeing them with someone like that would hurt, but it would hurt so much more to not see them at all. There wasn’t much time for you to stop and be realistic about the situation. You four had known each other so long there was no way they would let you walk out of their lives that easily.

Resting your head in your hands, you sighed.

“You okay?”

You snorted, lifting your head to catch Kiyoko’s eye through the mirror.

“Would you be?”

She hummed, shrugging her shoulders.

“Probably not” she began, “but me and Yachi talk about our feelings.”

She paired her statement with a smile and a pointed look. Yikes. She was correct, naturally, but it didn’t make it any easier to hear. Her ‘I told you so’ tone made you cringe and immediately jump to defend yourself.

“Okay, yeah good point, but it’s harder when its three of them and we’ve known each other for forever”

“And you’ve been moping for half of that”

Grumbling, you adjusted in your seat. She was right, as Kiyoko often is. Deep down you knew it was dumb for you to sit on these feelings for so long and never even drop a hint to the boys about your feelings. You would say it was fear, but you knew it was cowardice.

The traffic slowed to a stop in front of you, it was mid-evening now so you knew Kiyoko would be dying to get out and stretch her legs at some point. It would be a good opportunity to wake Yachi up from her never-ending nap and grab some coffee for the night stretch of the drive. The car had passed a marker for a rest stop a couple miles back anyway. The woman in the front whipped out her phone while the traffic was at a standstill and shot off a few texts rapidly.

“This traffic doesn’t seem to be letting up any time soon, you should get some sleep and i’ll wake you up when we get to the rest stop”

Knowing Kiyoko, this was more of a ‘listen to me’ than a suggestion. Regardless, you felt your eyelids begin to droop at the mention of a nap. Soon enough, your head was resting against the cool window and you were drifting off.

—

Your body was jostled awake by the car pulling in. Night time had truly fallen by this point and the LEDs on the dash told you it had reached 9pm. Shifting, you forced your joints to crack and pop as you stretched your body back to life. Your joints screamed at you to get out of the cramped vehicle.

“We’re here!”

You groaned at Yachi’s chipper tone.

“Come on sleeping beauty, lets get some coffee”

The industrial lights of the rest stop burned your eyes as soon as you walked through the revolving doors. The white linoleum floor squealed against your trainers and the swishing and screaming of coffee machines made your ears hurt. The crying had caused your nose to stuff up to the point you could tell your eyes were still crusty and puffy, even without checking in a mirror. Still, you persevered and trudged towards the coffee shop at the back of the stop.

“We’re gonna go to the bathroom and meet you back at the car, that okay?” Kiyoko asked, pressing a palm to your shoulder.

You nodded, rubbing your eyes.

Honestly, you really didn’t give a shit if you were left alone in the rest stop - it meant you could escape its stupidly bright lights and ridiculous shiny flooring as soon as possible. Maybe having a coffee in your hand at the end of all this will make the awful situation seem ever so slightly better. But, until you had that coffee, you would continue grouchily stomping up the aisles of the rest stop.

—

By the time you got back to the car, you assumed the girls would've already sat in the front seats - waiting for you to get back. Instead, the front seats were dark and empty and there was no sign of the couple.

You tried the door - locked.

Footsteps echoed behind you. Your heart fell to your stomach.

“y/n, thank god”

Your head whipped around, coming face to face with the three people you wanted to see least right now. Your mouth opened and closed like a fish. The coffee cup trembled in your grasp and you tried desperately to pretend like it was the cold.

“Suga-what? Why are you guys here?” you asked, tripping on your words.

“Because you ran off!”

Taken aback, you took a step backwards towards the car. Suga, or even Daichi, talking to you like that. As with every friendship, there had been ups and downs but you and Asahi rarely argued. So him bursting out in an undeniably emotional way came as a shock to you.

“Did Kiyoko text you?” you asked incredulously, ignoring his previous statement.

“Yeah we know we messed up Y/n, but you need to give us a chance to explain ourselves” he continued, running a hand through his hair, “you can’t just call Kiyoko and expect her to save you”

The sense of betrayal squeezed your stomach, even tighter, sending heat rushing through your limbs. Your mouth hung open in shock. The rage bubbled up inside you once again and you clenched your fist against the side of your jeans.

“I ran away? You pushed me out! All three of you did, with your secrecy and your whispering and your keeping things from me” you ranted.

“I am your friend, your best friend at that. You tell me when you change anything about your life but when you want to add some random person to your relationship - that's suddenly not for me to know? Because that makes so much sense!”

You gasped. That wasn’t meant to come out.

The three men in front of you stared at you in shock. Asahi’s face was red as a firetruck and the other two were holding each other's hand in a death grip. Even though it had been upsetting you, that information was still something you were not meant to know. You couldn’t help but feel a curl of shame choking your stomach in its grip. Gnawing on your lip, you pulled your arms around your torso and shrunk away from the three men in front of you. It was easy to pretend that they were the ones at fault, and their actions definitely still hurt, but you were face to face with the consequences of your own actions and unable to accept that.

A laugh broke you out of your stupor. It was a classic Daichi chuckle, mixed with hints of disbelief. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you somewhat insecure.

“Oh my god, Y/n this is why we say you need to listen to us.” huffed Koushi.

Asahi was just standing there in front of you, shoulders sagged. You stepped towards him, confusion still racking your brain. As much as you were upset with them right now, Asahi was still your friend and you knew how sensitive he could get.

“It’s you, y/n” he mumbled.

You paused, brows shooting up.

“Huh”

“It’s you, you’re the fourth person, you’re who we were talking about”

It felt like the wind had been sucked from your stomach. The bitterness of your coffee sat heavy on your tongue and began to make your stomach churn. Stumbling, you grasped tightly onto Asahi’s hands in front of you.

“You’re not serious?” you forced out, looking him in the eye.

You could not have missed that. You searched for any sign they might like you continuously for the past almost-decade of friendship. Again and again you found nothing, so why has that changed now? They wouldn’t be messing with you, that’s not something Asahi would do. You scrunched your nose in confusion.

“Yes we’re serious, why do you think we’d hide it from you? That makes no sense at al-”

You cut the taller man off with a teary laugh, launching yourself at him to wrap him in a hug. He let out a small ‘oof’, obviously shocked - but held you in his arms regardless.

“y/n, you’re always telling us about the value of communication and then you pull shit like this on us” came a teasing muse from the silver-haired man behind you.

“Oh shush Kou, come here - both of you”

The other two joined your hug. Suga wiggled between you and your larger companion and Daichi wrapped his strong arms around all three of you. God, you were so stupid.

“Wait, what does this mean?” you asked, pulling back, “for us then, for our friendship?”

“Uh, whatever you want it to mean really. I suppose it’s up to you” Daichi mumbled, scratching his head.

“Um no, not saying what we really want is how we got into the situation in the first place, we need to tell the truth” Suga scolded, rubbing his hand up and down his brunette boyfriend's shoulder.

“We would like you to join our relationship, y/n. Officially”

Asahi spoke softly, resting his hands on your waist.

Butterflies exploded in you. A grin broke out across your face, your gaze shifting to each one of the men in front of you. Naturally, you had imagined this moment several times - mostly teenage daydreaming. Everything from intimate confessions with dozens of roses, to loud and garish prom-confessions on the dancefloor had been imagined. Nothing, however, could compare to the feeling of hearing the words in real life.

“We love you” Suga spoke gently into your ear.

“And we want you,” Daichi added.

Tears welled up in your eyes and you sniffed. Nodding, you wrapped your arms around all three and best you could and tilted your head back in a giddy laugh. None of this felt real. It was almost too good to be true.

Cold droplets began to fall out of the sky, hitting heated skin from the rush of the confessions. As the drops began to pelt your face and shoulders, you turned to the boy closest to you and grabbed his jaw in your hands.

“You mean it? Really, you’ll have me?”

“Y/n, it’s always been you - nobody else was an option” he confirmed, holding the hand you had placed on his face.

The long-haired man in question moved the hand on your waist to your back, pulling you close to his face. And, finally, he kissed you. It was warm and comforting, you could ignore the rain pelting down on you because of the explosions of colour that were pulsing from your connected mouths.

“Hey, stop hogging”

Koushi shouldered Asahi out of the way, not giving you a moment to breathe before plastering himself on you. You laughed into the kiss. It wasn’t as slow and passion filled as Asahi, but it was your Suga all over. Quick and hot and excited, he slid his hands to your waist and connected your hips together as you kissed. It was certainly a steaming first kiss and you were certainly not complaining.

Daichi groaned next to you, clearly done with his excitable boyfriends antics. The resignation in his tone caused you to giggle and break the kiss - something that elicited a pout out of the man in your arms.

Sawamura’s strong arms muscled you out of the grip of Suga. The strongest boyfriend was never one to be outdone, he had that firefighter, classic gentlemen energy and it showed in the way he held you.

The brunette smiled, resting his forehead against yours.

“It finally feels complete, we should’ve asked you about 5 years sooner than we did”

“To be fair, I did not make it easy for you, did i?” you cringed again.

He chuckled, shaking his head and snaked his arms around your body. The two of you connected your lips together, moving against one another in a familiar way. Daichi’s kisses felt like the kisses you had seen in Disney movies when you were younger - soft, passionate and romantic.

The rain was hammering down now, soaking your clothes and hair all the way through. You broke apart from Daichi when you heard cheering from the front of the rest stop.

Kiyoko and Yachi stood at the entrance, an umbrella covering them. The smaller blonde was jumping up and down, her girlfriends arm wrapped loosely around her shoulders. Kiyoko made eye contact with you, nodding gently in approval. Smiling, you nodded back.

You felt your cheeks warm and turned to hide your face in Suga’s shoulder.

“Sooo” you started, “does this mean i have three boyfriends now, cause that’s gonna be hard to explain to the guys”

The three men in front of you chuckled.

“It’s none of their business for now” mused Koushi, nosing at your jaw.

“We have a whole holiday to think about it, don’t we?” Asahi smiled down at you, “but boyfriends sounds good to us”

You nodded, smiling bashfully up at him.

“Come on, let's get you into the car hmm?” Daichi asked, sliding an arm around your hips.

—

The white sheets crinkled from where they were tucked around your hips. The bed sheets of the villa you ended up at were crisp and starched, but the bed was warm around you like a cloud. The birds chirped outside, fluttering around the window in the morning sun and the fresh scent of coffee wafted in from the kitchen. It was heaven.

Best of all was the tan arm wrapped around you and the smaller, paler arm rubbing up and down you back - getting dangerously low to where the sheets covered your hips.

“Sugawara Koushi, you better be careful” you grumbled, sleep adding voice rising from your dent in the pillow.

The man in question huffed behind you, stopping his hand just beneath Daichi’s arm on your waist.

“Finally awake i see”

You snorted.

“Yeah cause you can’t keep your hands to yourself” you mused, rolling onto your back.

Daichi was very much still asleep next to you, the drive there must have taken it out of him because he was dead to the world - face down on the pillow snoring. A real shame considering you were now allowed to take full advantage of his shirtless sleeping policy.

Suga slid over the bed towards you, pulling you by your hip towards him. Nuzzling his face into your neck, he began to plant soft, slow kisses up and down the column. You hummed, enjoying the blissful moment.

“Oh - uh” came Asahi’s stutter from the door, “i got you guys coffee”

Suga snorted into your neck, the moment gone. Regardless, you found your tall and awkward partner adorable and reached out towards him. Partially for coffee, but mostly so he would join you on the bed. He smiled, slipping into the sheets beside your sleeping boyfriend and handing the coffees over to you.

You held the warm coffee cup in your hands and levelled your gaze over all three of your partners, curled up in bed with you. Things were just how they were supposed to be.

finally!!! the end of an era look at us go!!! thank you for whoever stuck around for this I love you all dearly and I hope it didn't disappoint you. If a spicy epilogue is wanted... let me know ;).

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march 10th, 2020 ( chapter 4 , week 2 )

sypnosis: The new year has just started– you’re moving into a place with your closest friends after reaching the peak of your career. Now that you can afford to live in Tokyo, you can finally spend time with your closest friends and go out on the town to further grow your YouTube channel. It’s time to have a new start in your new place and meet hot, rich people to be your possible future partner. This is the life to live; it’s great being famous and living in a big city with your best friends!

Wait, never mind– COVID-19 is in Japan? Fuck.

Well, at least there’s this one hot guy you keep seeing on Tik Tok who keeps posting about cleaning.

[ 9 : 02 AM ]

You were nursing a warm cup of hojicha to your chest in your favorite mug. Your legs were crossed atop a white modern-style stool by your kitchen island. This was your morning routine– you’d wake up (at some point), drink either some tea or coffee, and check your phone before staring out the window and questioning life.

There were many windows in your apartment. They spread out across the walls, giving the room lots of sunlight. You always pulled up the blinds in the morning.

Things were only getting more worrying in the news. Today, the government of Japan officially declared the coronavirus outbreak a national emergency. As of this point, there are 514 people infected and there have been 9 deaths in total. The emotional strain it’s taken on you is already terrifying. You’re seeing articles about the state of corona in China, and it’s even worse.

You text your parents a couple times every day, making sure they haven’t caught anything. Their growing age worries you. If they caught the virus, what would happen? You don’t think you could handle it. You’re too young for that right now. You look at the clouds in the distance through the window, the entire sky blanketed in a thick cover of gray fluff, offering wishes to the sky.

It’s getting warmer and more humid outside. Around this time, you were planning on buying a bunch of spring clothes for some new videos. You couldn’t leave the house, though.

But you didn’t mind that. You were just waiting for the end of this in a couple weeks. You wanted to stop worrying about your parents and about your friends. It was exhausting, looking at the news and worriedly going to the Phone app to call your parents to check if they’d left the house or if they started developing random symptoms.

You get knocked out of your anxious trance when you hear Hinata opening the door from his/Oikawa’s room and yawning a muffled “good mornin’” to you. You uttered one back to him, smiling as you finished the last of your hojicha and hopped of your stool to walk over to the sink, washing your mug and placing it into the dish rack.

“How was your sleep?” you ask as a way to distract yourself, heading back to your favorite stool.

Hinata was in the middle of grabbing bacon, eggs, and orange juice from the fridge for an American-style breakfast. He sighed when he heard your question. “See this bump right here?” he pulled his bangs from his forehead and pointed to the growing red bump on his head. “I hit my head again.”

You laughed at him, causing him to groan and release his hair back onto his forehead, fluffy orange curls flopping back down. “We should really get those shelves removed. It’s not like we use them anyway,” you said, pausing. “Hm. I guess we should remove them after coronavirus ends.”

Hinata just turned on the stove and placed a pan onto it. “Want some?” he offered, putting oil on the pan and waiting for it to heat up. He turned on the stove fan, so you listened as the machine whirred to life and started breathing in the delicious smells of fried bacon.

“Absolutely!” you thought for a moment before speaking up again. “Hey, why don’t we get some pool noodles, cut them, and then put them onto the edges of the shelves? It’ll protect your head at night.”

He turned back to you for a moment, his eyes brightening. “That’s genius!” Then he paused and narrowed his eyes at you. “Wait. Isn’t that what they do to babyproof a house?”

Laughing, you nod your head. “It would still protect your head, though! Maybe I’ll order some the next time you hit your head again.”

The ginger scoffed. “Please just get them now. You know I’ll hit my head again!” he complained before realizing the bacon finished cooking. He placed the bacon evenly onto four plates.

You watched his back as he moved around, grabbing one of the eggs from the carton. He cracked the egg open, gingerly dropping it into the pan as it sizzled and hissed in the bacon’s grease. Meanwhile, he plugged the (really cute) white retro-style toaster into the power outlet and plopped pieces of bread into it for the eggs.

You were very proud of this toaster. You gave it to them as a housewarming present before you knew you were going to move in, knowing that you wanted the toaster for yourself. You were glad that you inevitably started owning it.

Hinata made four plates for everybody and placed yours in front of you. Grinning, you told him to move close to the plate so you could take a photo to show off how great of a roommate you had. He smiled brightly behind the plate, putting up two peace signs.

It smelled amazing. These were the kinds of moments you were grateful for when you moved in. You were really looking forward to more of these moments.

[ 1 : 09 PM ]

Today is upload day! Starting last week, you’ve started to double the amount you normally upload onto YouTube. This, of course, means that you need to work twice as hard, but you’ve been stuck inside, so there’s not much else to do.

You’re waiting as your video uploads to your channel, sitting in the living room next to Oikawa as he edits one of his videos. He’s wearing blue-light glasses and a fluffy grey bathrobe that you gifted him for Christmas, sitting with his legs rested atop an ottoman and ankles crossed together.

He’s truly the epitome of a modern-day man. In his earbuds, his voice plays over and over again as he cuts and moves around clips of himself. You’re doing the same, editing a video for next week.

Today, you’re uploading a video for outfits in quarantine. You pray that the algorithm takes kindly to this. In your video, you clarify your update to your uploading schedule, and you tell everybody to stay inside and stay safe before giving them tips for outfits. Of course, all of the clothes are linked in your description. You aren’t a monster.

In fact, you’re wearing one of those outfits that you showcased in the video– some sweatpants and a mock neck sweater underneath your graphic-designed sweatshirt. Of course, you popped on quite a lot of jewelry. After all, “accessories are necessities,” as you always repeat in your videos.

Your hair is put in a cute and trendy hairdo– one stolen straight off of TikTok.

When the sound of your own voice and the sight of your face starts to repulse you, you put down your laptop and head to the fridge for a drink. “Hey, ‘Kawa! Want somethin’ to drink?” you call from the kitchen to the living room to ensure that Oikawa can hear you through his earbuds.

He jolts for a moment and pulls out an earbud in his panic. “Oh! Yes! Could you grab me a juice?”

You grunt out an affirmation before sitting back down next to him and handing him his mug. During this gesture, he also puts away his laptop and lets out a relieved sigh while stretching out his arms and wrists. “Have you finished uploading yet?”

You check your laptop quickly, seeing it at 58%, and then shaking your head. You pull yourself into a sitting fetal position on the couch, and you face Oikawa. “So, I talked to Kenma about doing some sort of Minecraft server thing with him and uploading it to our channels. Wanna join? I’ve already asked Tobio and Shoyo.”

Oikawa’s eyes widened. “A Minecraft server? Dang, I haven’t touched that game since 2015… but my builds were god-tier, so yes. Absolutely.” He finished the last of his juice. “Get ready to be pranked 24/7.”

This statement makes you cackle. “What makes you think that? I’ve destroyed you so many times in Mario Kart. I doubt you’ll be any better at Minecraft. Do you even know what a cave is?”

He rolls his eyes. “You only ever win because you cheat!”

“How is following the game’s rules cheating?!” You laugh as he accuses you.

“Stop placing banana peels in front of me!”

“Dude. Bro. ‘Kawa. I love you man, but you can’t blame the game’s mechanics for losing in this case. Accept that you suck.”

Oikawa ceases this subject matter because he knows he’s lost. “Anyway, when are we gonna do it?”

Craning your head up to the ceiling, you say, “Honestly? I’m not sure yet. Maybe about a week or two. Maybe when we’re out of this quarantine?”

He then crosses his arms together. “I wouldn’t bet on this ending anytime soon. I think it’s going to last longer than two weeks… Why are you so convinced it’ll end soon?”

“I don’t know. I guess it’s because I can’t imagine it lasting any longer. I don’t want it to,” you admit, bringing your gaze back down to the ground and groaning. “I’m worried about my parents.”

He pats your back to comfort you, and rubs your shoulder to ground you. “It’s alright. We’ll keep sending them groceries every two weeks, so they won’t have to leave the house. I’m sure they’ll be okay.”

Then, a notification sound knocks you out of your emotional state again. “Oh! It’s finished uploading!” You then get busy liking and responding to comments to distract yourself from your worries.

Oikawa glances at you and gives you a soft smile before getting back to his editing.

[ 2 : 19 PM ]

[ 10 hours later ]

You shrieked in your bedroom after checking on the video you just uploaded, a hand clasped over your mouth after the high-pitched noise. It was the dead of night, but your brain didn't even register that you made a horrifying noise.

Your brain was completely frozen, staring at the screen on your laptop.

Worried, Oikawa, Hinata, and Kageyama all rushed to your door and opened it in a panic.

"What's wrong!? Is there a pervert!? A thief!?" Oikawa screamed, holding up a lamp as a makeshift weapon.

Hinata was holding a plant. Kageyama wasn't even holding anything. He just looked sleepy, confused, and worried.

The ginger had definitely shuffled out of bed at your scream, and you could see a red bump forming on his nose from where he probably tried to get up in a rush to make sure you were okay.

"G-Guys. I reached three million views in ten hours!" You screamed, jumping off your bed and jumping for joy into their arms.

The three men were frozen for a moment, confused. This was before they started jumping with you, smiles of joy cracking open at their faces.

"Oh my god! We need to celebrate! Let's grab some champagne!"

[ video of the week ]

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