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I‘m making a „Playing Beach Volleyball in Brazil with Shoyo Hinata“ playlist inspired by the infamous „midnight skateboarding with suna rintarou“ playlist, what songs should I add?

(Also should I keep this cover or put that one Loony fanart as the cover?)

This feels pointed and I don’t even know this person irl

when nobody is there for me i know haikyuu will be there for me

Here’s an updated version of my fanfic covers for the wattpad readers (demon slayer one is currently being written and also I changed the title from “Love You To The Moon, And To Saturn” to the one you see here)

I may be a little obsessed with this font

It seems Tumblr thinks I only like Kenhina for some reason? Hello Tumblr algorithm, I am a multi shipper, my top 5 ships are Kagehina/Shobio, Bokuaka, Kuroken, Sakuatsu, Takeukai

We got here finally! Don’t mind that I forgot to change the draft date please (not posting the fic here because of one specific scene) https://archiveofourown.org/works/60840025

The World’s Favorite Star (A Bokuaka Fic)

Chapter 2, "Take Me Out To Dinner First" Akashi's POV

Notes:

This Chapter is short, I'm sorry.

I am extremely overwhelmed lately and haven't really had time to write

If I don't finish the fic before

December it will be postponed to January cause yk, mandatory holiday fic.

I'll announce it on BlueSky and on here if that happens (see end notes for bsky user)

My name is Akashi Keiji,

I am the current manager of the [Unknown name] Middle School Volleyball club, tho I am thinking of playing in High School.

So there is this guy on the team, and he's probably the sweetest guy ever. I don't really like to talk a lot but he always tries to make me feel included whenever he can.

He's a joy to be around, a star in a dark night's sky.

It's weird to admit it but I think I got a pretty big crush on him. I don't know if he feels the same tho.

I've received lots of love confessions from both boys and girls but none of them were him. He also has his fair share of admirers, being the star player of the Volleyball team and all.

But he's never dated anyone of them apparently.

Today is Valentine's day, and I brought a rose to school for him. I wish I knew what the best way to confess to him was. I was alone in class around lunchtime when I heard him calling me,

"AGAASHI!" He was hiding a big bouquet of flowers behind his back, my heart already started racing when he said my name but when I saw the flowers I couldn't help but hope they were for me.

"Not to sound rude but you're into guys right?" my heart fell out of my chest when he asked that.

Be cool Akashi, he might actually ask you out. Be COol, BE F*CKING COOL!

"Hello, Bokuto-san. I am actually, why?"

F*cking nailed it.

"So like, if I ever wanted to ask a guy out, how would I do it?", when he he said that my heart stopped.

I could have thrown up right then and there.

Getting rejected indirectly somehow hurts more than when someone says it to your face.

But I answered his question the best I could. He deserves only the best in my opinion. And then he said something completely out of pocket.

"D-Do you wanna marry me!?"

I was taken aback when he said that and pushed the bouquet in my face.

And then I couldn't help but laugh, I felt bad about it but that was the only reaction I could give him. He looked completely mortified. Before the situation could escalate any further I pulled out the rose I brought for him and asked him out.

My face felt so hot it may have been on fire.

I actually told him I wanted to marry him someday!?

Why would I do that!? We're in middle school for god's sake!

But he didn't make fun of me for saying it. He never made fun of me for anything.

He picked me up that evening, he looked so cute, his hair was drowned in even more gel than

usual, he looked like a snowman with that jacket of his.

I bet I had such a dumb smile, his was so dorky I couldn't look away. I teased him a little about him asking me to marry him, I mean who wouldn't? He asked me to hold my hand and even through our gloves I could feel the warmth of his hand, I kinda wanted to snuggle him and hold his arm like we were an actual couple. As we walked to the Valentine's festival my heart couldn't help but race like crazy. I kept telling myself to act cool but it was so difficult to do in a situation like this!

We got something to eat, I sketched a street pertormer, he complimented me. On our way to the Ferris Wheel I spotted a shooting game with a gigantic owl plush that you could win.

"Bokuto-san, can I ask you for something?", I hate asking for stuff but I absolutely hate shooting games.

"Of course, Akaashi!" that damn stupid smile of his makes it so hard to not just melt right there, on the spot.

"Could you, maybe try and um... win me that owl?", I asked looking away, again if I wasn't so

bad at shooting games I would have done it myself.

The look he got of his face was one of total concentration, he tried a few times and cussed under his breath a few times, he won me a huge panda instead of the owl but I wasn't complaining, it was still something I could cuddle with at night imagining it's him. The Ferris Wheel was a little awkward but... he just makes me feel so many feelings I really didn't mind being that close to me.

"You're still sleeping over right? I don't want you to walk alone this late at night", I asked, he's slept over at my place so many times that we now have a bunch of his clothes at my house so that he doesn't have to bring stuff over every time.

"Yeah I'm not a fan of the dark really" , after he said

that, my brain started connecting dots, a perfect plan,

"Wanna go to the love tunnel?"

Author's Notes:

Has the Ao curse got me? Who knows!? I just know my mental health is currently on vacation in the deepest depths of hell and reading fluff, watching Anime and playing Di are the only things keeping me somewhat stable at the moment.

Thanks for reading, Lots of Love, Sasha < 3

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The World's Favorite Star (A Bokuaka fanfic)

Chapter 1: "Take Me Out To Dinner First" Bokuto's POV

Notes:

Blessed second day of Samhain to all who celebrate (pronounced Sohwin)

I'm so proud to finally post my second fic please don t hesitate to leave kudos and a comment or more and tell me what you think of it <3

My Name is Bokuto Koutaro,

I'm a Volleyball player in my school's club and I'm currently at [Unknown name] Middle School

Our club Manager is this insanely cute boy, Akaashi Keiji, he's one year younger than me, he knows so much about Volleyball and he would've probably been a good player then too if he tried.

One time, he even told me he'd want to play alongside me in high school.

He is probably the smartest person I know, he always knows what to do whenever I'm feeling down. Today is Valentine's day and I bought the biggest bouquet of flowers for him, that shot was expensive but definitely worth it.

Akashi was known for having rejected dozens of girls and guys last Valentine's day and he tried to make it the least awkward as possible, telling girls he's not into women and telling guys he already has a crush on someone else. Every guy that was into him wanted to be that "someone else", so what made me different from the others? I was just another desperate Pansexual that fell head over heals for the most beautiful boy that ever existed. But I was his star, that's what he called me, and I'm convinced that MUST mean something. No homie calls another homie his "star" in a no homo way, no amount of saying no homo would be able to cancel the homo out of that sentence that I fear has worked on me one too many times.

I approached his classroom's open door around lunchtime, he was the only one there. But how should I do it? I had a big ass bouquet behind my back and it would be OBVIOUS what I wanted to say. And then lightning struck, I approached his desk with the flowers behind my back, put my best acting mask on and spoke up, "AKAASHI!", just saying his name gave me butterflies, "not to sound rude but you're into guys right?", my legs were shaking. I think I'm a terrible actor. He looked up at me with those beautiful blue eyes,

"Hello, Bokuto-san", if you think you're polite than you haven't met Akashi, he's the most polite person I have ever met. "I am actually, why?" I couldn't back out anymore, "So like, if I ever wanted to ask a guy out, how would I do it?" Akashi was frozen for a moment, his blue eyes looked at me and I was about to freak. The fuck. Out.

"I guess it depends on who you plan to ask out, but", he paused. "You should honestly just go for it. The worst that can happen is getting rejected", he added.

"Just go for it. Stop standing there like an idiot!" I thought to myself. I had the flowers, I had Akaashi alone. It was now or never!

I revealed the bouquet from behind my back, which was definitely visible even from behind, and out of panic I shoved the flowers in his face.

"D-Do you want to marry me?"

I had never been more embarrassed in my entire life. How did I mix up "go out with me" and

"marry me"?

Akashi started laughing, of course he did. Why would he want to go out with me? ESPECIALLY after this.

He pulled something out of his backpack and pointed it towards me, "How about a date first?" I lowered to bouquet so that I could see him, he was pointing a rose towards me. No, he was giving me a rose.

"You really wanna go out with me?", I was shocked

"I was going to ask you out today anyway, you just made it easier for me", I swear his eyes turned into literal hearts, or maybe it was my eyes that did that. "I'm not saying I don't want to marry you, just take me out to dinner first", he said nonchalantly. All I know is that he took my bouquet, I took his rose and he kissed my cheek, barely a millimeter away from my lips and that I had a date with the cutest boy in the world.

I was on cloud 9 the whole day, at practice I kept sneaking glances at Akashi and got a balli thrown at my face because of it. We decided to meet at the Valentine's Day Festival that night, Tokyo really went all out no matter the festivity, the whole thing was Love themed and there were couples everywhere. I put on my best clothes but you couldn't really tell with the jacket. Akaashi lived next to his parents' library, his parents are like, the coolest ever but that's not what we're focusing on here. He came out with a cream jacket and he had one of the roses I gave him earlier behind his hear, it had some kind of gold colored wire around the stem and his ear so it wouldn't fall out. "Good Evening, Bokuto-san", he said with a huge smile on his face, his voice was happy but shaky. "Uh-Uh...Hi! Um- so- well-", he grabbed the left side of my face and interrupted me, "Don't stress it, Bokuto-san. Take your time", he reassured me.

"You look beautiful tonight, Akaashi", I said completely flustered and looking away. His face was also pretty red.

"And you look so much like my dream husband.", he teased me again

"Oh my god! I got my words mixed up once! Will you ever let me live that down?", I asked hiding my face in my hands

"Not until you marry me", he said completely serious and smiling at me.

"Can I hold your hand?", he asked me, extended his hand and looked away.

I grabbed said hand and squeezed, "You don't even have to ask."

The Festival wasn't that far away so we decided to walk there, we were so nervous we looked like robots holding hands as we walked there.

First we got something to eat on the go, I got a Yakisoba Pan while he got a simple Melonpan.

• There were a few street performers dancing which we stopped to admire, Akashi pulled out a little notebook from his jacket pocket,

"Whatcha doin?", I asked

"Just sketching the dancer", he responded

"Looks pretty accurate", I pointed out

"Thanks! It's just a hobby but I would love to work in the art field some day", he said

"You totally should, you're really good", I said He blushed, "You're just saying that to be nice"

"No, I mean it! You have some actual talent you know?", his face got even redder but he had this adorable, dorky smile on his face, "Thank you"

On our way to the ferris wheel I won him a huge panda plush at one of those shoot the can games, which took several tries. When we got on we were both visibly nervous, this was a small cramped space we had to share, what if I said something weird and he'd get totally grossed out and we had to sit threw the awkwardness for the whole ride?

As the ride started Akashi squeezed my hand a little and lightly put his head on my shoulder and with that simple act all my anxiety faded away.

Have you ever felt so comfortable with someone where you'd wish you could be with them all the time and a moment alone with them felt like nobody else was on the planet except for you two at this exact moment? That's how life felt in that moment. And those few minutes of silence felt to me like a thousand words had just been spoken. I was actually kind of sad the moment ended when we had to get off the ferris wheel.

"You're still sleeping over right? I don't want you to walk alone this late at night", he said although it was just 10

"Yeah I'm not a fan of the dark really and I have all my stuff at your place already anyway.", after I said that I could almost see the gears turning in Akaashi's brain,

"Wanna go to the love tunnel?"

Notes:

Some things that weren't detailed here will probably be more detailed in Akashi's Pov.

So yeah you're going to have to wait for Chapter 3 for the love tunnel and sleepover.

I gotta give you a reason to come back now don't I?

Hope you liked this Chapter, Lots of Love,

Sasha <3

The World's Favorite Star (A Bokuaka fanfic)

Chapter 1: "Take Me Out To Dinner First" Bokuto's POV

Notes:

Blessed second day of Samhain to all who celebrate (pronounced Sohwin)

I'm so proud to finally post my second fic please don t hesitate to leave kudos and a comment or more and tell me what you think of it <3

My Name is Bokuto Koutaro,

I'm a Volleyball player in my school's club and I'm currently at [Unknown name] Middle School

Our club Manager is this insanely cute boy, Akaashi Keiji, he's one year younger than me, he knows so much about Volleyball and he would've probably been a good player then too if he tried.

One time, he even told me he'd want to play alongside me in high school.

He is probably the smartest person I know, he always knows what to do whenever I'm feeling down. Today is Valentine's day and I bought the biggest bouquet of flowers for him, that shot was expensive but definitely worth it.

Akashi was known for having rejected dozens of girls and guys last Valentine's day and he tried to make it the least awkward as possible, telling girls he's not into women and telling guys he already has a crush on someone else. Every guy that was into him wanted to be that "someone else", so what made me different from the others? I was just another desperate Pansexual that fell head over heals for the most beautiful boy that ever existed. But I was his star, that's what he called me, and I'm convinced that MUST mean something. No homie calls another homie his "star" in a no homo way, no amount of saying no homo would be able to cancel the homo out of that sentence that I fear has worked on me one too many times.

I approached his classroom's open door around lunchtime, he was the only one there. But how should I do it? I had a big ass bouquet behind my back and it would be OBVIOUS what I wanted to say. And then lightning struck, I approached his desk with the flowers behind my back, put my best acting mask on and spoke up, "AKAASHI!", just saying his name gave me butterflies, "not to sound rude but you're into guys right?", my legs were shaking. I think I'm a terrible actor. He looked up at me with those beautiful blue eyes,

"Hello, Bokuto-san", if you think you're polite than you haven't met Akashi, he's the most polite person I have ever met. "I am actually, why?" I couldn't back out anymore, "So like, if I ever wanted to ask a guy out, how would I do it?" Akashi was frozen for a moment, his blue eyes looked at me and I was about to freak. The fuck. Out.

"I guess it depends on who you plan to ask out, but", he paused. "You should honestly just go for it. The worst that can happen is getting rejected", he added.

"Just go for it. Stop standing there like an idiot!" I thought to myself. I had the flowers, I had Akaashi alone. It was now or never!

I revealed the bouquet from behind my back, which was definitely visible even from behind, and out of panic I shoved the flowers in his face.

"D-Do you want to marry me?"

I had never been more embarrassed in my entire life. How did I mix up "go out with me" and

"marry me"?

Akashi started laughing, of course he did. Why would he want to go out with me? ESPECIALLY after this.

He pulled something out of his backpack and pointed it towards me, "How about a date first?" I lowered to bouquet so that I could see him, he was pointing a rose towards me. No, he was giving me a rose.

"You really wanna go out with me?", I was shocked

"I was going to ask you out today anyway, you just made it easier for me", I swear his eyes turned into literal hearts, or maybe it was my eyes that did that. "I'm not saying I don't want to marry you, just take me out to dinner first", he said nonchalantly. All I know is that he took my bouquet, I took his rose and he kissed my cheek, barely a millimeter away from my lips and that I had a date with the cutest boy in the world.

I was on cloud 9 the whole day, at practice I kept sneaking glances at Akashi and got a balli thrown at my face because of it. We decided to meet at the Valentine's Day Festival that night, Tokyo really went all out no matter the festivity, the whole thing was Love themed and there were couples everywhere. I put on my best clothes but you couldn't really tell with the jacket. Akaashi lived next to his parents' library, his parents are like, the coolest ever but that's not what we're focusing on here. He came out with a cream jacket and he had one of the roses I gave him earlier behind his hear, it had some kind of gold colored wire around the stem and his ear so it wouldn't fall out. "Good Evening, Bokuto-san", he said with a huge smile on his face, his voice was happy but shaky. "Uh-Uh...Hi! Um- so- well-", he grabbed the left side of my face and interrupted me, "Don't stress it, Bokuto-san. Take your time", he reassured me.

"You look beautiful tonight, Akaashi", I said completely flustered and looking away. His face was also pretty red.

"And you look so much like my dream husband.", he teased me again

"Oh my god! I got my words mixed up once! Will you ever let me live that down?", I asked hiding my face in my hands

"Not until you marry me", he said completely serious and smiling at me.

"Can I hold your hand?", he asked me, extended his hand and looked away.

I grabbed said hand and squeezed, "You don't even have to ask."

The Festival wasn't that far away so we decided to walk there, we were so nervous we looked like robots holding hands as we walked there.

First we got something to eat on the go, I got a Yakisoba Pan while he got a simple Melonpan.

• There were a few street performers dancing which we stopped to admire, Akashi pulled out a little notebook from his jacket pocket,

"Whatcha doin?", I asked

"Just sketching the dancer", he responded

"Looks pretty accurate", I pointed out

"Thanks! It's just a hobby but I would love to work in the art field some day", he said

"You totally should, you're really good", I said He blushed, "You're just saying that to be nice"

"No, I mean it! You have some actual talent you know?", his face got even redder but he had this adorable, dorky smile on his face, "Thank you"

On our way to the ferris wheel I won him a huge panda plush at one of those shoot the can games, which took several tries. When we got on we were both visibly nervous, this was a small cramped space we had to share, what if I said something weird and he'd get totally grossed out and we had to sit threw the awkwardness for the whole ride?

As the ride started Akashi squeezed my hand a little and lightly put his head on my shoulder and with that simple act all my anxiety faded away.

Have you ever felt so comfortable with someone where you'd wish you could be with them all the time and a moment alone with them felt like nobody else was on the planet except for you two at this exact moment? That's how life felt in that moment. And those few minutes of silence felt to me like a thousand words had just been spoken. I was actually kind of sad the moment ended when we had to get off the ferris wheel.

"You're still sleeping over right? I don't want you to walk alone this late at night", he said although it was just 10

"Yeah I'm not a fan of the dark really and I have all my stuff at your place already anyway.", after I said that I could almost see the gears turning in Akaashi's brain,

"Wanna go to the love tunnel?"

Notes:

Some things that weren't detailed here will probably be more detailed in Akashi's Pov.

So yeah you're going to have to wait for Chapter 3 for the love tunnel and sleepover.

I gotta give you a reason to come back now don't I?

Hope you liked this Chapter, Lots of Love,

Sasha <3

HI!

In honor of finishing my first fic, I decided to post every fic I write from now on here too! Hope you Enjoy

The cute Witch boy flying outside my window (A Haikyuu fanfic)

Chapter 1: "You're supposed to be a figmet of my imagination!" aka the meetcute

Notes:

This fic is also available on Wattpad and Ao3

*English isn't my first language and in this AU Hinata isn't in Karasuno and you'll soon find out why, fic is set around the end of season 1

* English is not my first language, sorry for spelling mistakes

"Dear Diary,

I am Kageyama Tobio, the former setter of the Karasuno Volleyball team, I had just come home after losing an important match against Date Tech. I was devastated, I was sure we would have at least gotten to play against Seijoh. "Maybe our ace could have saved us! Maybe our Libero could have caught the ball!", I thought to myself trying to justify my frustration.

And then I heard it, the sound of a bell coming from outside my window. I heard that sound every night and every night I could've sworn I saw a boy with ginger hair fly on a broom past said window. This time it was different tho, the bell rang multiple times, I looked up. A boy with messy orange hair and hazel eyes was looking right at me from outside my window.

"What the fuck!?"

", I jumped back, startled. "Don't be scared! I won't hurt you!", the

ginger said "You're not real! You're supposed to be a fragment of my imagination!"

, I yelled

"I'm.flattered? Or should I be offended?" asked the boy at the window "Hell if I know!"

', I suddenly heard my older sister yell at me from the living room downstairs:

"Tobio! Shut the fuck up! It's late!" I turned around intending to respond but was interrupted by the boy at the window "Flying hero? That's a badass name!"

"Um...Thank you I guess" I answered. "You seem upset, do you...maybe... possibly....want to talk about it?"

"Who even are you?" I asked

"I'm Shoyo! And you are?" He said

"Tobio Kageyama...is Shoyo your first or last name?"

I asked

...I don't know"

I allowed Shoyo inside, he was wearing a white button up, black shorts and boots, he also had a broom with him with a little bell tied to it...he looked adorable "You should

take your shoes off indoors", I suggested, Shoyo took his shoes off to not be disrespectful. "How do you not know your last name?" I asked "I just forgot it, I've lived in the woods ever since I was little" Shoyo answered "Are you...a witch?"

, I asked

the shorty "I guess I am! ...so, why are you so upset?"

My curiosity shifted back to frustration: "I lost an important game of Volleyball...

Shoyo looked confused for a second: "What's

Volleyball?"

My eyes lit up, I started explaining everything I knew about Volleyball in great detail I barely even paused to make sure the witch was following. "Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you, I really like talking about Volleyball." I paused myself thinking Shoyo was probably bored by my yapping. "I'm not bothered by it whatsoever! Tell me more about Spikers! They sound like they're the coolest!" It was like an arrow was shot through my heart, he didn't shame me for liking stuff like others did, no, he liked it even! I had met people like that before but he was the only one who asked follow up questions, like he was the only one that actually listened. He kept getting closer to me... why didn't that bother me? People getting all up in my business usually upsets me, A LOT!..So why did I kind of want him to get closer to me? I heard something knock at the window.

"Woodpecker!", called Shoyo.

"That's a crow, not a woodpecker" I pointed out

"I know that, silly!", he opened the window and let the bird in

"Woodpecker's his name. He's my familiar." he explained. "What's a familiar?" I asked, his eyes lit up, I guess that's how I looked like when he asked me about Volleyball. He looked so pretty. "A familiar is a spirit that takes the form of an animal and guides you through your journey with magical, it's tied to your soul and once they feel that you don't need their protection and guidance anymore they are free to live their immortal life as they please", he explained, the crow looked at me like it was trying to tell whether I'm a friend or foe. "How does he know that he's not needed? That sounds like a horrible feeling", I was curious. "It's like a sixth sense", the voice came from the

crow, I was speechless? First a witch and then a crow that sounded like a chipmunk that smokes a pack of cigarettes in the pan of two days. "Some people are so impressionable these days", complained the crow.

I was stunned by the talking crow but we got along, Shoyo was like a beam of sunshine in my room and I wished for him to never leave, it's weird, I only knew him for a few hours. He got near me, I showed him a Volleyball game I recorded and he got... touchy?

I don't know not in a bad way I guess, he lied his head on my legs at one point...why didn't I hate it? I should hate it? Right? Why did this boy I just met make me feel so...comfortable.

I don't remember how, I don't remember why,

But we ended up on my bed, talking.

I wasn't really listening, I was too busy overanalyzing every detail of his face, the way his eyes looked like honey or the way his hair fell on the pillow, his lips forming words, his freckles that were so few nobody would notice them unless they were overanalyzing his face's every detail like a creep... wait is that me? Am I a creep? No, I'm not a creep, he was all up in my face what else was I supposed to do!?

"Are you listening" Shoyo asked

"S-Sorry I zoned out" my face felt hot, was I blushing? Why would I be blushing?

"I asked if I managed to cheer you up" Shoyo repeated himself

"Oh, Yeah! I completely forgot about the match until now" I realized

"I'm glad I could help"

Notes:

Hi! Thank you for reading chapter one of my story!

It's currently 12:32pm or 00:32 if you re European like me and I have school tomorrow. Please excuse any spelling mistakes cause as you could probably tell from me saying I'm European, English is not my first language (it's Italian if you care). This is my first fic and I'm actually so excited to hit publish!

This ship means so much to me and I really hope you liked this Fic

The cute Witch boy flying outside my window (A Haikyuu fanfic)

Chapter 2: "My name is Shoyo Hinata"

Notes:

Looking back at this Chapter after a few weeks, I hate the way I wrote trans Hinata and wish I would ve gone with the original plan which I'm probably gonna use once I write the fic from Hinata's POV

Trigger Warning: mentions of Homophobia, Transphobia and violence against people of the LGBTQIA+ community

"Dear Diary

If you asked me how my day was I'd say: "I don't fucking know", I barely payed attention in class and practice after losing a match is always frustrating. I ran straight home after practice, even ignored the captain wanting to buy us snacks like he usually does. I stayed by the window for hours... and then I saw the crow and I heard the bell approaching

"Should I say something?"

"Should I be quiet?"

', I asked myself.

The bell got slower, as if Shoyo was trying to be quiet. Our eyes met as he finally flew past my window.

"Hi!" I said trying to sound cool

"Were you waiting for me?" He asked, I couldn't tell if he was trying to make fun of me for it by the sound of his voice.

My face turned red. What was I even expecting waiting for him like some creep? "Um...I-I kinda... yes?"

He got closer to me: "You're cute you know that?

Come on let me in"

He took his shoes off, the crow stayed by the windowsill as me and Shoyo chatted.

"I'm sorry I was acting like a creep and waiting for you earlier...um, I just...didn't ask you to come back and thought you were just a dream", that sounded fucking stupid! He looked at me dead serious and went: "I'd love to be the boy of you dreams" Diary when I tell you I was about to spontaneously combust I mean it! Why is that happening? Why do I feel like I'm on another planet every time I think of him or hear his voice!? It makes no sense to me”

"Dear Diary,

It's been a few weeks, summers here and Shoyo comes by every night. I asked Sugawara about the way I was feeling. He says I might have a crush and I don't know how to feel about that. Does Shoyo even like boys?

Should I ask him if he likes boys? What if he calls me slurs like those boys in middle school?.. No he would never, he has no cruelty in his heart. He comes by every night and we hang out and every time he stays until I fall asleep and he's gone the next day.

He always comes around 10pm, I'm grown used to the sound of his bell.

I also got used to him crashing into my closet that's in front of the window cause apparently he's too lazy to just say "Hello may I come in?". I started putting pillows in front of it so he doesn't hurt himself. I'll update you

once he gets here

.

.

.

We watched "Mamma Mia!" this time (which is totally not linked to the Author having watched the movie for the first time a few hours ago and developing a new hyper fixation, the Author), we stayed up all night recreating all the choreographies and sang all the songs...and then we got to lay all your love on me, and we were close, very close, so close I could have kissed him. The music stopped and the moment ended, to say I was disappointed would be an understatement. "I like the view", Shoyo said jokingly (?), he basically climbed on top of me. "Get off shorty! Let me see what's wrong with this damn CD", I was frustrated! Would he have kissed me if the music didn't stop? "What's wrong with it?" he asked. "I don't think it's the CD I think it's the stereo. Guess it's about time I buy a new one" I answered. He looked disappointed and then he focused on my face, not my eyes tho, lower. "I guess we should go to sleep then, good thing it's Saturday

tomorrow" I took some pijamas, changed in the bathroom and then lied right next to him. Before I knew it, the words slipped out of my mouth "Do you wanna go out with me?" I froze. Why did I even say that? "Sure! When?" I didn't want to lie to him and say I wanted a hang out as friends. "I mean...like a date", I swallowed and awaited a response.

"Yeah, I know that's what you meant. I've been flirting with you probably since the first time we met" I felt like a stone that had been sitting on my chest just disintegrated, I was relieved to say the least."

"Dear Diary,

The date was good, then bad, then I felt like I was on another plane of existence.

Let me break it down for you, I got ready for the date and waited for that talking crow to call me to tell me where to pick Shoyo up, "Aye! Resting bitch face! Ya ready!", Woodpecker's voice still sounded like a chainsmoker muppet getting strangled and honestly we got used to insulting each other. Once I got outside he guided me into the woods to what looked like a perfectly normal tree, he told me to knock on it and so I did.

The trees changed shape and a huge hole opened up covered by a curtain "Come in!" I heard Shoyo yell. I entered took off my shoes and took in how big the inside actually was: "This place is so cool, Shoyo!"

"Thank you! Did you bring me those clothes you said you had for me? I only have traditional witch garments", he asked, I pulled out a shirt, shorts and swim trunks out of my tote bag for him, his face changed color as soon as he saw that last thing. "Is everything alright?" I asked, concerned "It's just...look if we're gonna date I might as well tell you...I am trans, and I have scars on my chest...", he said visibly nervous

"I don't care whether you're cis or not, I want to date you!"

, I responded

"But...there is a lot of bad things that happen to trans people all the time just cause they exist, I'm scared that...if I go to the pool or the beach and take my shirt off.. will I be the next face to end up on the news?", he was holding back tears. I didn't know what to say, I could only hug him and tell him that I would never allow that to happen to him and that anyone who'd like to hurt him would have to pass over my dead body to do so.

"Can I just keep my shirt on? I don't care whether we go to the pool or the beach I'm both planning on swimming anyway", he asked, tears streaming down his face. "Of course you can! I wasn't going to force you to do anything anyway we can literally just take a stroll on the beach if you prefer that!", I said.

"T'd love that", Shoyo responded

"Can I ask where your parents are?", I was curious since I saw nobody other than Shoyo in this house.

"I don't know, I don't remember my parents, I ran off into the woods one night after a walk with my parents, got lost found a shiny stone that turned me into a witch and... the memories faded away, elder witches took care of me for awhile then I found Woodpecker and I started living alone, they say that they can always make me a human again but...", he touched his chest "would that mean I'd be a girl again? I don't want that to happen!", he explained.

"I can't tell you what to do but...I say you should go with your gut", I suggested

Our date started with a snack trip to the grocery store. Me and Shoyo were at the drinks ile whenwe heard a woman yell: "Natsu Hinata come back right now!"

A little girl bumped into Shoyo's leg, they looked eerily similar, same hair color, same bone structure, same dumb look in their eyes. "I'm so sorry you two, she just ran off without warning I hope she didn't hurt you when she ran into you", said the girl's mother, she also looked eerily similar to Shoyo, as they left her turned to me with a shocked look

"Hinata...", he mumbled under his breath.

"My name is Shoyo Hinata"

I looked at him, dumbfounded: "You mean those two right there were..."

"Most likely...I guess I have a sister"

He just stared into nothing for a while before coming back to his senses, "I'll deal with that later! Let's focus on our date first!", he took my hand and I felt like a storm of butterflies exploded in my stomach trying desperately to find a way out, we were both extremely red, his face had this adorable dorky grin I wish I could look at for the rest of eternity. After shopping we went down to the beach to have our picnic, there were lots of changing cabins and lots of people too, as soon as we set up our spot I heard a voice calling my name:

"Kageyama!!"

", yelled Tanaka from afar. "Tanaka-

senpai! Didn't expect to see you here", behind him stood a short boy with wet hair of two different colors: "Nishinoya-senpai! I haven't seen you in ages!" Nishinoya had scars on his chest, similar to what I think Hinata's chest must look like, I knew about it, I saw him once in the changing room before he stopped playing.

(Reminder that in this fic, Hinata never convinced Asahi to come back/called him inside the gym so both him and Nishinoya aren't part of the team anymore)

"Nice seeing you again, man!", said Nishinoya

"Who's the short fry?", asked Tanaka

"This is Shoy....Shoyo Hinata, he's my-"

"I'm his date!", he interrupted me

Tanaka whistled, "I didn't know you had a boyfriend, Kageyama!", he teased

I blushed, I would love to call Shoyo my boyfriend one day but it was simply too early, "It's just a first date, calm down!"

This next thingvis going to be a little butchered, Shoyo told me about a conversation he had with Nishinoya while I was bickering with Tanaka,

"How are you saw confident about them?", Shoyo asked him

"About what?", Noya was confused by the question

"Your top surgery scars, how are you not scared of someone attacking you just for existing?", Shoyo explained himself. Noya seemed to pause for a moment,

"If I live in fear of being myself in public, what's the point of going out? These kind of things can happen anywhere even in your own home, just cause there is a chance someone will go Psycho on me I'm not going to change myself to please others! I'm a man dammit! And people will see that I'm proud of being trans whether they like it or not!", Noya's eyes gleamed, according to Shoyo the fire in his eyes could have put the flames of hell to shame.

"But what if it DOES happen?"

', Shoyo was still in his state of paranoia

"There is no nice way to say this really and the chance of that happening isn't even that high, the Americans are the ones we should worry about the most, soif you were to "go" tomorrow, would you rather be ashamed of

who you are in life and regret it in death or would you rather be proud of your identity till your clock stops ticking?", Nishinoya's words were enough to

move something inside Shoyo, he took his shirt off, we swam in the sea, i felt like shit cause 1 remembered why I hate sea-water, salt gets everywhere and all the sand sticks to your legs but overall we had fun

"Are you sleeping over? I wouldn't mind actually having you by my side when I wake up for once, you can use our shower to wash up if you want", I asked him

"What about your parents? Won't they mind?", he asked me, he held my hand as we walked back.

"Nah, they're never home, it's always just me and my older sister and she's been begging for me to bring home someone I like", I explained

"So you like me?", he said in a teasing tone

"What if I do?", I playfully clapped back.

Shoyo snickered a little under his breath

"Stay still for a second", he asked me.

He went up a few of the stone steps in feont of my house, leaned forward and kissed me... on the cheek.

I wasn't upset about it but my lips were literally two centimeters away.

"Can you open the door?", he asked me as if nothing happened.

The cute Witch boy flying outside my window (A Haikyuu fanfic)

Chapter 3: "Oh, won't you kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor?"

Notes:

This is a short Chapter to let the story breathe a little, Chapter 4 and 5 will definitely be the most difficult for me to write so please bear with me a little it'll just take a bit longer than a week each (maybe)

I showered before him, I was super nervous to face him after he kissed me. It's not even like he kissed my lips but I literally couldn't stop playing it back in my head.

Would Shoyo think I'm not cool if he found me freaking out like that? I was completely red and flustered, my face was hot buried inside my pillow and I was fighting my every instinct to kick my feet in the air and scream in my pillow. I failed at that but he didn't

see me nor ask about the scream so I think I'm in the clear. My sister made dinner and made me wash the dishes since she had to do it earlier that day, Shoyo "helped" me.

The word "helped" is in quotes cause he mostly just flirted, played with the bubbles and made me wonder, "How does this boy survive on his own?"

We set up a mattress on the floor of my room for him, My asshole of a sister literally threw condoms at my face to embarrass me and I hate that I had it coming cause I did the same when a guy slept over in her room, turns out they're both gay but that's not what we're suppose to focus on right now.

We talked, I explained a few strategies me and the team thought of in case we ever face Ushiwaka in a game. I don't think he payed attention, I'm saying that cause he kept staring at me the same way I look at him whenever I'm lost in thought thinking about him. Not that that happens a lot just like, twice...an hour. "Coin for your thoughts?"*, I asked him

"Just mesmerized by you", he said with a huge smile on his face, he knew what he was doing and goddammit was it working. My face was red and I was left speechless, he was blushing to, his face is adorable but in that moment I could only think of one thing when I looked at him.

* (Do people say that outside of Italy?)

"Can I kiss you?" I actually can't believe I said that

out loud.

Shoyo's face was now just as red as mine, his smile turned to surprise and then to a weird grin like when you're super happy but trying to hide it and act cool.

"I don't know, can you?", It was disappointing to hear him say that but expected.

"May I kiss you?" I corrected myself.

"Please do", he answered, he looked at me in a way that made my heart jump out of my chest.

It was just a peck really, a mere instant but it felt like much longer. It was a weird feeling that I don't know how to describe. (the Author doesn't help by not having had a single romantic interaction ever in his life but whatever ig) It felt like I was in a place where problems don't exist, it was just me and him in the whole universe for just a few seconds.

I smiled like an idiot and covered my face so he wouldn't think I wasn't cool. He giggled like there was no tomorrow. We were both completely flustered. "Don't cover your face, moron!", he said in between giggles "I want to see your face, don't make me feel like the only dork here.", he moved my hands from my face, he was basically completely laying on my chest, our faces were probably two centimeters apart. "You can be my dork..if you want", I figured he wouldn't judge me for being cheesy, I don't think he ever judged me actually. "I would like that" , his eyes were almost hypnotizing.

He kissed me again, and again, I lost count after a while, we didn't want to stop. At one point I lent him some pijamas and he fell asleep while we were spooning watching a movie. As I'm writing all this he's asleep next to me. And he's gonna be there when I wake up too."

"Dear Diary,

As 1 expected, I did wake up before him. I also found out that he's a VERY heavy sleeper. And he snores...he snores a lot and very loudly. But having him next to me actually helps me sleep. Whether he's talking until I fall asleep or he falls asleep in my arms basically. Him existing next to me just puts my mind at ease honestly. I did feel him wake up a few times, and I felt a few kisses being pressed on my forehead or my cheeks in the middle to f the night. At 11am I figured I should wake him up. I kissed him on the cheek and gently tried stirring him awake but I was unsuccessful. I then decided to put the

"Mamma Mia!" Soundtrack on and put on his favorite song, in less than 30 seconds he was awake and singing along to "Lay All Your Love On Me".

Ever since we saw that little girl and her mother Shoyo hasn't been the same. Every time he was left alone with his own thoughts he lost that "glow" he always had. It's like he was constantly thinking about what could have been if he never got lost that day. I wish he didn't have to think about it, but maybe we wouldn't have met if that didn't happen."

"Dear Diary,

It's been a while since I wrote in here. I'm in my second year of High school now. I was frustrated when we didn't get to nationals but Shoyo was there for me, he always makes me feel better in shit situations. I've been trying to find a good way to tell him I love him but I keep chickening out. I mean we've done "stuff" before, and I felt safe with him, Imwas a nervous wreck and scared to do the wrong thing or hurt him some way but that didn't happen. We still see each other pretty much every day or evening but Shoyo still has that thing where he's sad the moment he's left alone with his own thoughts. I'm worried about him."

Notes:

THE FIC IS FINALLY ON AO3!!!!

I'm in class right now but whatever I know this stuff anyway.

I was watching S2 ep while writing the first part of the chapter and it really reminded me how much comfort this show actually brings me and I hope everyone gets to experience this feeling at least once in their lives

The cute Witch boy flying outside my window (A Haikyuu fanfic)

Chapter 4: "I Love You, I'm Sorry"

Notes:

This Chapter was pretty difficult to write and while reading it you're probably going to realize how much I rushed the story but I also accidentally vented a lot at the start

SOOO...brace yourself? Idk just be warned

"Dear Diary,

Shoyo has been visiting less, like way less.

Maybe once or twice a month.

I go over at his tree at least once a week but most of the time I just find Woodpecker the crow, which is a confusing name what idiot decided to name a crow "Woodpecker"?

Shoyo's my favorite idiot tho.

I had to know what was on his mind, how am I supposed to help if I don't know what's upsetting him? I've never been good at this kind of stuff and this conversation was no different

"What's wrong with you lately", starting off strong right there Tobio

"I'm going to allow you to rephrase that question", Shoyo was clearly pissed off by the way that came out

"You've been sad lately, for a while actually, but lately you barely even smile, that smile of pure you-ness that makes you shine bright like the sun is gone", that last part was an accident, I thought out loud and I was totally corny af.

"You think I shine like the sun?", his smile came back for a few seconds bit this time that bright light that always felt like the sun was obscured by clouds.

(Just to clarify this is a metaphor not a witch thing)

"I do but don't you dare change the subject!", I said.

Shoyo sighed and grabbed himself tea he haf just made, it was disgusting but I wasn't going to yell him that in this state, "Ever since I found out my family is still out there and they didn't just not care after I disappeared...I feel like there is this giant rock sitting on my heart. It's weird to explain but it's like something between guilt, Fomo and something else"

"Well why don't we break it down? Why do you feel guilty?", I tried to quote my therapist as best as I could.

"I guess I feel guilty for leaving and making them worry", his eyes usually tried to look at mine every chance they got but this time they averted my gaze as much as possible.

I've never been a fan of eye contact but at that moment I wished to be able to stare at that shine he had in his eyes before he lost it that day.

"Ok, let's remember that for later um..." I paused and hoped to have not said something stupid, "Why the Fomo?", I asked.

He grabbed his shirt, squeezed right wherehis heart was as if trying to stop it from beating out of his chest, oh how I know the feeling, "What happened after I left? I have a sister now and I didn't even fucking know! What else have I missed?"

"Alright, we can unpack that somehow gor sure", I started writing it down on a notepad nearby, "What is that thing you weren't sure of? Can you describe it to me?"

“...What if they forgot me?", his voice cracked, streamed down his face.

"I know the feeling of the fear of being forgotten tho it's probably a little different, I've not always struggled making friends and talking to people. I don't know when of happened but suddenly I was a friendless background character in my own story, with the fear of being remembered only as the

"Volleyball-freak" in middle school...but one thing kept me sane all this time."

"What?", he asked me

"I had someone by my side that never left me, no matter how much of an idiot 1 am sometimes, and I would love to be that person for you too", I put my hand on his cheek, for a moment he looked like he was about to say something but then he just huged me and started sobbing.

I wish I could have helped him more but at least he wasn't bottling up everything anymore.

Telling him "I Love You" in this situation wouldn't be right. I'll find another time to tell him, that's a promise"

"Dear Diary,

Shoyo talks to me more now, I'm glad he trusts me enough to tell me all the things that have been plaguing his mind all of these years.

He asked me on a date today and I didn't think anything of it at first, big mistake.

First of all we went inside the woods, it was weirdly mystical, there was a slight fog in the air, animals didn't flee but instead just looked at us, were they familiars just like Woodpecker?

We stopped next to a river at the feet of a waterfall, he had planned a picnic just like our first date but this time, it was just us.

He had a basket full of food he prepared, which was surprisingly delicious, which made me ask myself, What the fuck does he put in tea to make it taste so awful?

Every time he laughed at something, smiled, or simply looked at me made my heart go crazy, This was the right moment. I opened my mouth to speak and before I could say anything I was splashed with water.

"Jump in, Tobio!", he yelled at me

"I don't think swimming this close to the feet of a waterfall is safe, I yelled back so he could hear me over the waterfall

"It's fine, babe! I do this all the time!", he pulled me into the water and we started splashing each other, the whole thing turned into some sort of competition. When he got tired he jumped into my arms dramatically, I haven't seen him this happy in weeks.

This was the right moment, "I Love You, Shoyo" His face went red, "Uh...I..."

He stuttered a lot before just kissing me, I think that was a good enough of response.

To my surprise he and Woodpecker showed up at my window that night, he had a journal with him. "Do you mind if I stay here a little?", Shoyo asked me.

I said yes but couldn t help but thinking that something was up. He asked to watch "Mamma Mia!" again, fine by me.

Before he went home he asked me to talk, I. Was.

Terrified.

"Tobio, you're the best human I ever met.", he paused. I was petrified.

"And I want to be 100% honest with you, I...am going back to my family.", he looked at me expecting a response.

"Well, that's good isn't it?", I didn't understand the sadness in his voice.

"As a human...I'm going to forget you Tobio...that, was our last date in this timeline.", as the words flew out his mouth my heart felt like a glass shattering.

"W-What do you mean?"

"My time will be turned back, this may be the last time we ever see each other.", how was someone supposed to respond to that?

"I know you keep a diary," he handed me a golden chain and that journal he was holding earlier, "after you write your diary entry tonight, bind my diary and yours with this chain, once it turns rusty you re allowed to remove it, it will not save my memories but if you want to keep yours, that's the way to do it", you may have already been able to tell by the tears on these pages but I'm crying while writing this but I'd rather die than forget Shoyo. He took his broom and kissed my lips one last time, "There's one thing I never got to tell you," he paused before flying off, "I Love You, Tobio Kageyama...and I'm Sorry it had to end like this" and then he flew off"

Notes:

Author is in a period of mental instability, please be nice to Author, they're having a rough time with schoolwork and secretly hopes the school has to be shut down until fall vacation.

The cute Witch boy flying outside my window (A Haikyuu fanfic)

Chapter 5: "Falling In Love With You All Over Again"

Notes:

First of all, Blessed first day of Samhain to all who celebrate (pronounced Sohwin) And happy Halloween!

Fic notes:

I actually haven't read the first two volumes of the Manga in English nor have I ever found a way to watch the English dub where I live so please keep that in mind as you read this

A lot of this will sound confusing towards the end but it WILL make sense once you get to the last few sentences I promise

"Dear Diary, I woke up tge next day to find the chain that I wrapped around the two diaries completely rusty, I still remember everything so that's good. But I weirdly felt shorter and my room was different but the biggest difference was that my Volleyball uniform was no longer gray and Orange and didn't say Karasuno. My uniform was blue and white and had a number two on it and said "Kitagawa-Daaichi Middle School", I looked like I went to middle school too but why did it take me all the way back here?

I had actually never heard of this school's team, we didn't play against Yukigaoka in the other timeline I'm 100% sure of that, so why now? I scolded the second years for underestimating someone they never saw playing and that's when a beautiful familiar voice yelled at me, "My team will beat you!

And we'll win this whole thing too!", a nervous ginger in a light green Number 1 uniform that was holding his stomach yelled at me, there was a guy next to him with the same color uniform that called him

"Shou-chan", that bothered me. That was no with no doubt my Shoyo. My Shou-chan. My boyfriend!

And he forgot all about me. He was insanely good at spiking and jumped super high, at one point something slipped out of my mouth, as if this timeline's me was speaking instead of me, "Where have you been all these years!?", I yelled at him after one of his spikes.

I had actually never heard of this school's team, we didn't play against Yukigaoka in the other timeline I'm 100% sure of that, so why now? I scolded the second years for underestimating someone they never saw playing and that's when a beautiful familiar voice yelled at me, "My team will beat you!

And we'll win this whole thing too!", a nervous ginger in a light green Number 1 uniform that was holding his stomach yelled at me, there was a guy next to him with the same color uniform that called him

"Shou-chan", that bothered me. That was no with no doubt my Shoyo. My Shou-chan. My boyfriend!

And he forgot all about me. He was insanely good at spiking and jumped super high, at one point something slipped out of my mouth, as if this timeline's me was speaking instead of me, "Where have you been all these years!?", I yelled at him after one of his spikes.

I hope I didn't offend him or something. He was the only good player on his team and we beat them easily, at the end of the day I heard him call to me from a staircase outside the sports center, he said that one day he was going to beat me and I can't wait for the day we meet again. Tonight, I found a crow nest sitting on my window, the crow couldn't speak but I know for a fact it was Woodpecker, I wonder why he chose to live here instead of with Shoyo"

[A few months later]

(I'm sorry you're going to have to see this

"transition" a few times we're skipping through the actual series right now)

"Dear Diary,

Today was my first day at Karasuno in this timeline it started pretty normal, I had to join the Volleyball club again and was the first person in the gym, I was just practicing a few things when I heard him, "W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?", my Shoyo. It was weird to pretend to not know his name, it actually kinda hurt. We ended up fighting and got kicked out of the club, we challenged the third years to a game to let us back in and now Shoyo, Tanaka and I have to play against Tsukishima, Yamaguchi and one of the third years to be allowed back and if we lose I won't be able to be a setter for the whole year. Wish me Luck"

"Dear Diary,

Good News, we won the game

Bad news, that asshole Tsukishima told Shoyo all about the "King of the Court" thing

More Good news, Shoyo didn't give a shit, he gave a whole speech about how the past is in the past and that he only wanted to focus on the future, if I didn't love him before I definitely love him now.

I'm looking forward to this future, Shoyo has incredible potential. I've decided, if we win against Date Tech at the Spring Tournament this time, I'm asking him out"

"Dear Diary,

We won against Date Tech...and I asked Shoyo out... and he said yes...I think, he got all flustered and it was super difficult to understand him but I ended up saying something about taking him out after spring tournament was over."

"Dear Diary,

We lost the spring tournament but our date went somewhat well-”

"Dear Diary,

WE'RE GOING TO NATIONALS-"

"Dear Diary,

We won against Nekoma and I finally asked Shoyo to be official, he said ye-"

"Dear Diary,

We lost the last ga-"

"Dear Diary,

I'm off to another country!-"

"Dear Diary,

I miss my Shoyooo-"

"Dear Diary,

We both got on the Japanese national team!-"

"Dear Diary,

He said yes! Me and Shoyo are getting married-"

"Dear Diary,

I'm officially married now-"

"Dear Diary,

We adopted a child!-"

"Dear Diary,

We adopted twins!-"

"Dear Diary,

We're Grandparents-"

"Dear Diary,

Am I too old to keep a diary?-"

"Dear Diary,

Shoyo's not doing well-"

"Dear Diary, Shoyo's gone-"

"Dear Diary,

I fear this is my time, my last entry-"

Nothing. Nothing more about witches, I searched every single diary and I found shit! I always thought Grandpa's stories were him making up stuff but now I know it's all real, why did I HAVE to fall for a witch?

Couldn't it have been any other human on the planet? One of Grandpa's diary's mentioned a red diary that belonged to Pop pop back when he was a witch, maybe I'll find a way to live happily with her in there...

Notes:

PLOT TWIST! You were shobio's Granddaughter this whole time!

(I'm actually so proud that I came up with that)

I'm planning on writing a mini series of Diary entries/One-shots set in both the old and new timeline soon AND next October I will release the Hinata POV of this story, can't wait for you to read it and once again, Thank you for reading my first fic tine in tomorrow to read my new Bokuaka fic if you liked this one.

With lots of love, Sasha<3

I am oh so very stressed

The cover is bad don’t judge me for it please.

Fic is supposed to have 3-5 Chapters and should be dropping the first days of November if I have the time to write Chapter 1 soon

Morning Routine [nsfw]

(Wakatoshi Ushijima x F!Reader)

a/n this is something i wrote and edited today in a single run >.< I wanted to release a haikyuu fluff fic for my tumblr debut but i was just possessed by something this morning and rolled outta bed and just typed this up hehe.. reblogs and comments appreciated!! i have like 12 unfinished works rn and i am busting my ass off to get those finished and published! please be on the lookout for more from me!

summary:: wakatoshi has a bad habit-- his morning routine revolves around you. more specifically, cumming to the sounds of you. warnings:: wakatoshi is highkey a creep/stalker but this fic is fluffy i promise music rec!:: 2fast by superm <AKA the song i listened to when writing> word count:: 1.9k

6:33 AM, the blinking clock reads. 

He doesn’t even need an alarm now. 

Silently, Wakatoshi rolls over, reaches over to his nightstand and grasps the two items he needs most– lube and toilet paper. 

Sighing, he sits himself up, leaning against the headboard of the bed, and, as if awaiting instructions, goes very, very still. 

In a way, he is waiting for orders. You just aren’t aware that you’re the one giving them. 

6:34 AM. A mere minute before you’re up and he can get started with his day. It doesn’t feel right, yet he can’t stop. Shaking his head, Wakatoshi shifts his weight around, impatient. 

I should stop. 

There it is. That nagging voice of reason that scolds him every morning. But really, at this point, he can’t function normally without you. 

There’s a certain amount of stress that comes with carrying the title of ace. All the papers praising his skills, cheering fangirls, and words of encouragement from coach only added to the ever growing expectations that people had for him. 

Luckily, when he was a senior in high school, Wakatoshi had discovered what best alleviates this pressure– not meditation, not Tendo’s comics, but sexual relief. 

Every morning, a quick handjob does the job, gets him into prime condition. He even checked with his primary doctor to ensure it’s safe and healthy to release everyday– “you’ll be fine, Wakatoshi, as long as you don’t consume too much porn,” the old man had advised kindly. 

He took the doctor’s words to heart– since he had discovered this method of relief, Wakatoshi had never viewed porn. Some of his teammates laughed at him when they found out he almost religiously avoids it, but he doesn’t want to contaminate his brain with potentially intrusive or disturbing visions. His imagination has always been enough, after all. 

Until he met you.

In a way, you’re both a blessing and a curse– probably the latter, he admits to himself. Because since he’d met you months ago, the only thing that’s been able to get him up is you. 

He’s never slept so well, his skin has never looked so clear, and, most importantly, his condition on court has never been better. He’s considered the possibility of you being a goddess, or possibly his guardian angel and can only rule those out with the fact that you, like him, masturbate. 

More accurately, masturbate. Every. Single. Morning. 

Then he hears it. The first soft moan. Wakatoshi glances at the time– 6:37 AM. You’re getting a slightly late start today. 

No matter. He lifts his hips, gently rolls down his gray sweats to his lower thigh. He’s already hard. He doesn’t even have to touch himself now to get excited. Your quiet voice and the thoughts of you are enough.

Poor you. You’re unaware that despite residing in a luxurious, single-person room reserved for school athletes, the walls are criminally thin. 

Wakatoshi pops open the lid of the lube, squirting a glob into his warm hand. He throws aside the bottle, barely registering as it bounces off the bed, only intent on listening into the sounds of you and your body. 

When he first grasps his cock, he has to hold back a groan. Despite it being an everyday routine, he still feels the same surge of pleasure as when he first started this nasty habit months ago. 

You're breathing slightly more heavily now, and he hears the sounds of your fingers inserting and exiting your body at a familiar pace. He follows along, carefully stroking up and down. 

He wonders where you’ve learned this from, because you always go at the perfect pace. Somedays, you go slower, teasing yourself, pausing just before you orgasm, but it’s always. 

It’s always exactly what he needs.

God. He knows this is wrong, even as he pumps faster with his left hand to keep up with your quick fingers. It feels so good. 

Next door, you’re beginning to let out soft cries.

He presses his thumb against the tip, holding back a moan of his own as he envisions you jerking him off. 

He’s seen your hand before– extra soft from being in gloves for multiple hours daily as a fencer. 

Thinking about your sport has him thinking about his, and now he’s back to thinking about how wrong this is. But he can’t help it, he’s already tried to give it up once– yielding horrible results. 

The day he held back and skipped a morning fap session with you was also the hardest day of his life. He had found himself unable to focus in lecture, especially grumpy towards Tendo’s typically bearable antics, and worst of all, all his hits were off. 

“Your schedule must be off,” his captain had said, casually tossing a ball high into the air.

“Bad sleep? Rough morning?” 

Wakatoshi had blinked at him wordlessly, wondering how the tall setter had guessed accurately. 

“It’s fine,” the third-year had reassured him, “just get back on track tomorrow.”

With that, Wakatoshi had found himself ‘back on track,’ masturbating with– no, to you– every morning. 

You’re moaning out loud now, almost whimpering. His cock pulses in his hands, veins bulging, growing hotter and heavy. Fuck, he just wants to see you right now. Your cute face, your sexy neck, gorgeous arms... 

He can almost see it now– your smooth thighs shaking and twisting as your small hands would grasp your pillow. He’d make you feel so good, he just knows it. He’d lean against you, kiss your neck and ear before whispering how good you are, how you’re making him cum, how much he loves you! 

You’d cum, and he wouldn’t stop. He’d want to see your eyes roll back over and over again, and he’d memorize every inch of your face.

Wakatoshi holds back another groan. His fisted hand feels so good against his cock, especially as it imagines it’s your tight pussy. 

Contrary to what Tendo believes (the only one to know about this bad habit) it wasn’t just your soft moans and quiet gasps that had him clenching his sheets as he lifted his hips.

He had long fallen for you, since you had first locked eyes with him in the long hallway. 

There was something about you. The way you always smile up at him gently– not in the way that other girls smile at him, as if they want something (usually his number)– but a genuine smile, eyes crinkling slightly.  

This unexpected attraction was only exacerbated when you sat next to him at the first-years’ dinner party. You smelled so fucking good and listened to his words with actual interest, asking him about his family and laughing at his lame jokes.

Unfortunately, he was also scared. 

He had heard about the countless rejections you’d dished out since the first day of university. 

Despite his perceived sexual ignorance, Wakatoshi knew everything there was to know– he was popular, too, in his own right. Tall and lean, there were girls throwing themselves on him left and right. 

But he only wanted you. 

Today, he must be extra stressed (especially with that upcoming psychology exam that he hasn’t studied for yet) because he’s so, so close, yet can’t seem to finish. 

Fine then. 

He leans over, grabs his cell phone. He only does this in emergency cases, which occurs about once or twice a month. 

Swiping up, he’s greeted by his photo gallery, opened the night prior for this cause. 

In his locked gallery awaits dozens of photos of you. 

Obviously none were taken by him! 

Wakatoshi’s a creep, but one with manners and boundaries. 

This gallery is cluttered with headshots of you from the school’s official website, silly photos of you that were sent into the college athlete’s group chat, and his favorite– photos of you from your close friend who sells them to him at fair prices, starting at $10 minimum. 

None are suggestive. But they still rile him up, maybe because the only connection he has with you is through your early morning activities. 

Wakatoshi desperately taps on the newest picture he bought for $40, quadruple the usual price– he can hear your breath hitching, and he knows you’re almost done. 

He wants to finish with you so bad. 

He was going to save this picture for next week, when he knows you’ll be gone for the fencing nationals and he’ll have to cum without you for an entire miserable, dreadful, god-forsaken week–

but he doesn’t care now. Nothing matters. 

It’s a glorious photo– when he heard your friend had it, he had grabbed her by the shoulders and demanded a price. 

You. On the beach. Under an umbrella. Lying on a purple towel.

He had paid an extra ten dollars for the motion picture– so he could watch you go from ass up onto your back, breasts jiggling and cheeky smirk in full action.

That’s enough. 

He holds his fist tight–one more pump and he’s finished, but he wants to make sure you’re cumming first– and he hears it– to his relief, you’re moaning and whispering– “‘m cumming!” 

Yeah, he’s cumming too. His hips lift again, and he drags his closed fist downwards against his wet cock. His vision blurs. 

“Fuck!” 

He can’t help it, today’s orgasm is especially strong, taking control of his full body. He’s shaking, mind barely in control as he continues to slowly pump to ride out the whole orgasm. After all, that’s what you’d do, right? You’d keep riding him, even as he finished and begged you to stop. 

Thank God we came together.

Sometimes, you bait him. More often than he likes, you switch it up, holding yourself back and not allowing yourself to cum before masturbating all over again for an even more powerful orgasm. Those days suck– when he’s already softening, cum all over his large hands, and you’re still going. 

He hears your bed squeak, and he sighs– as soon as it starts, it’s already over.

6:45 AM, his phone reads. Wakatoshi tosses it aside.

Thankfully, he had pulled his phone away in time, avoiding tainting the device with his release. A few times a month, he gets careless and cums onto an open picture of you, causing him to have to run through his shower extra fast so he can leave time to wipe down the device.

Rolling off the bed, he heads towards the shower leisurely. It’s also become a part of his routine to time his shower. It makes him feel even more intimately connected to you. 

Wakatoshi’s grateful you take long showers– you’ve never taken less than 24 minutes to shower, typically, they last about 34 minutes on average. That gives him the time to jump out first and wait to exit his room at the same time you depart from yours. 

Under the heat of warm water, he’s usually consumed with thoughts of you, impossible thoughts, like maybe you know. 

The wall between you and him is equally thin, and your hearing may be as equally good as his…

Maybe you know, and you like masturbating with him. 

And then, just as a precaution, he douses himself with cold water at the end of his shower, and those thoughts dissipate with the steam escaping towards the vent. 

Like everyday, Wakatoshi laces his shoes, sprays on his favorite cologne (that your friend claims you like) and inhales, bracing himself to see you. 

As he hears your feet shuffle, he pushes his door open first, stepping out into the warm hallway.

“Good morning, Wakatoshi!” You greet, eyes brightening. He nods, gulping. That’s an acceptable form of greeting, right?

As the two of you walk towards the elevator in silence, Wakatoshi can’t help but hope that this morning routine won’t be coming to a stop anytime soon. 

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a/n and that's a wrap :,) i really hope you liked and sorry the ending is highkey shit LOL as i kept editing i kept adding and removing more and more and honestly that's kind of my biggest weakness:: i'm never satisfied with my work and i'm scared ppl won't like it ... but i'm trying to overcome that!

somethin' new (miya twinsxF!reader) <NSFW>

a/n i'm working on like 3 other fics rn but i found this in my drafts and thought it was good enough to publish (with a LOT of polishing ofc). I'm new to smut writing so I'm very insecure abt this but i hope u enjoy

summary::: your older brother atsumu likes watching porn. and the twins like trying shit out on you. aka porn w plot osamu focus bc he's best boy word count::: 2.9k warnings/triggers!!!::: non-con, step-cest, stockholm syndrome-ish, the miya twins are really fucking mean and possessive, double penetration (my fave! <33)

People think the Miyas are scariest when they lose, when they're arguing with each other, or when they're distracted during a serve. 

But you know them better–actually, you know them best.

They're scariest when they're fucking you.

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"I was watchin' porn yesterday and I wanna try somethin' new," Atsumu announces as he walks through into the living room, tossing his volleyball bag onto the couch. 

Osamu rolls his eyes, continuing to flip through his textbook at the kitchen table. 

"Why the hell would you watch porn when you got ‘er right here?" Osamu snaps back, hardly glancing up. Atsumu’s eyes shift to you as you squirm on Osamu’s lap uncomfortably. 

Osamu continues casually stroking your pussy with one hand as the other holds you down. 

You’re shaking– he’s been at this for twenty minutes now, reading his lecture notes as he continuously edges you. You haven’t given in yet, though. 

You know he’s just waiting for you to beg him for it.  

It's still hard to believe that you’re dripping on his lap and he won’t stop memorizing vocabulary for his upcoming exam.

As a final year university student, Osamu’s been under a lot of pressure. What better way to alleviate it than to play with his favorite toy?

Atsumu takes in the scene in front of him, smirking when he makes eye contact with you. You quickly turn away.

Although the twins share you, it still feels wrong when one of them catches you in the act with the other.

“Ya sure you don’t even wanna hear? I know you’ll like it, ya freak,” Atsumu says, now glancing at his brother.

You shiver at Atsumu’s words and Osamu frowns as he moves his hand away from your lap.

"Fine. Out with it, asshole," he murmurs, finally distracted from his studies. He shoves his papers aside, full attention on you now. From the corner of your eye, you see Atsumu light up. 

It’s almost comical to see the twins this way.

Always fighting, always competing— but when it comes to you they're a single organism.

"I was watchin' my favorite porn star-- ah, don't be jealous, y/n! I only watch her for inspiration because she's freaky-- and I saw her take two in one hole." 

Your eyes widen.

You wouldn't be able to take it.

"No, please," you whisper, holding your breath. Osamu’s body flexes under you reflexively.

When have you become such a pussy?

You were always the outspoken, little step-sister who fought her brothers tooth and nail for the last slice of cake. 

Nobody could have excepted them to fuck the brat out of you within a month of moving in together.

Osamu surprisingly agrees with you.

"Nah. I'm not into rubbin' dicks with you," he says, both hands on your chest now. The thought of being that close to a naked Atsumu makes him grimace.

Atsumu rolls his eyes.

"I'm not into that shit either, but I wanna see her take it." You wince as Osamu pinches your nipples, hard. He's gone completely silent, which isn't a good sign. 

“It’ll be a little painful, but I know she’ll be able to pull through,” Atsumu continues, carefully watching Osamu’s expression.

The Miya fans would be shocked to discover that Osamu's a sadist, more so than Atsumu. 

While Atsumu wipes away your tears, Osamu enjoys watching them stream down your face.

When Osamu doesn't respond, Atsumu sighs and rubs his head, frustrated. He’d been looking forward to this since last evening, when he had to jerk off to the sounds of you and Osamu going at it.

"Fine then. I'll try it myself with a toy. I bought a new dildo for her, ya know. And it's bigger than you."

No further words are needed—Osamu pulls his hands out of your shirt, and you feel him physically fuming behind you.

He's possessive, stupidly so, and hates when Atsumu buys you disgusting silicon toys and shit. 

He really doesn't understand his twin sometimes. 

Why buy toys, why watch porn, when you, his adorable, precious little bitch, exists? 

Osamu would rather lose a game at nationals before you cum off a piece of vibrating plastic. 

And he won't admit it, but deep down he's scared. Scared that it'll satisfy you better than he can. 

The less competition, the better. He's already competing with Atsumu on a daily basis.

Atsumu, who can make you squirt faster than he can. Atsumu, who makes you laugh. Atsumu, who, Osamu knows, you favor.

Maybe it's because the little shit handles you just a little better in bed. 

Osamu picks you up from classes, purchases expensive jewelry and takes you out to get sweets every week, you still shy away from his touches.

So Osamu has given up-- if you're gonna hate him anyways, he'll do whatever he wants. 

And that’s why you’re always left a humiliatingly wet mess whenever he uses you. 

"Fine. Ya better take a shower first, you fuckin' freak," Osamu says, pushing you off his lap. 

Atsumu smirks, cracking his fingers and wrists.

"You be preppin' her, 'Samu."

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It feels good, but you don't want to admit it.

You’re lying on your shared king-sized bed, trying to hold back tears and moans as Osamu eats you out, pumping three of his long fingers into you quickly. 

Between the two of them, Atsumu can get you to cum faster. But Osamu gets you to cum harder. His every move is calculated–from every lick to every moment of rest he gives you.

Osamu's on a mission to get you to beg.

"Samu, please," you breathe, gripping the bed sheets. You feel him smiling, and you grip at the bedsheets. All the teasing he’d been doing before Atsumu got home is quickly catching up to you. 

“What was that?” He asks, his dark eyes taking in the conflicting emotions washing over your face. When you don’t respond, he leans back and slaps your pussy, hard. Your eyes widen in pain, and you can’t help the squeak that you release, to his satisfaction.

You’re wet, and he knows it’s not a fluke. You want him. He hasn’t trained you over this past year for nothing.

“‘You aren’t bein’ too mean, are ya?” Atsumu asks, stepping out of the bathroom, rubbing his hair with a towel. He’s shamelessly naked, hard from hearing your cries from the shower. 

Atsumu surveys your body, admiring the marks his twin has placed on you. 

A small part of him is thankful his brother is willing to play the role of mean cop. Atsumu gets to reap the rewards of consoling you—although he too enjoys seeing you covered in bruises and left in tears.

He’d never hurt you himself though. He likes cuddling with you and loves the way you laugh at his lame jokes too much. 

Osamu snaps him back to reality, standing up as he wipes his shiny lips with the back of his hand.

“She’s ready.”

Atsumu grins. His brother is strangely meek today---probably from you refusing to go to his practice game the other day. You had enjoyed a nice picnic date with Atsumu instead (although that ended with you shaking and moaning in Samu’s arms that night).

“I guess I’m first?”

“Ladies first.”

“You’re a bitch, ya know that?” Atsumu spits, rubbing his dick with his left hand and soaking his right in your wetness. Osamu laughs, pulling off his shirt in a smooth motion.

You, on the other hand, can’t stop shaking. The thought of having two of them in a single hole is almost too much to wrap your head around. With Osamu’s length and Atsumu’s girth, you’re sure you won’t be able to take it. 

What if you tear? Surely they’d stop if you beg hard enough.

For now, you can’t do anything but accept this. 

From what you’ve observed, when the twins are playful in bed, you shouldn’t resist.

Lost in your thoughts, you gasp as Atsumu yanks you towards him—he’s sitting at the head of the bed, leaning against the wall. You gulp as you find yourself hovering above his dick, facing Osamu, who’s busy tossing Atsumu's towel onto the ground.

“Aw, baby. Calm down, won’t ya? You know it hurts more when you’re nervous.” 

Atsumu brings your face towards him, grip so tight you couldn’t turn away if you wanted to. 

His rough hands, thick from years of volleyball training, gently smoothes out your hair, and he begins to press kisses on your jawline. The motion is so welcoming that you momentarily forget he’s the one to propose this in the first place.

Osamu sighs, frustrated.  

“Get on with it, won’t ya?”

Atsumu frowns at him, pulling away from you. 

“And that, ‘Samu, is exactly why she likes me better than ya,” he says, slamming you onto him in a single motion.

It hurts!

You groan, fingers twitching. It hurts already, he’s especially hard today. What’re you going to do when it gets to the meaner twin?

Atsumu pets your clit, grinning as he feels you begin to melt into his chest. He knows exactly how you like it. That spongy spot, right… there. Your groan turns into a moan as he shifts his hips, aiming to reach deep inside of you. 

Osamu doesn’t break eye contact with you as he slowly gets onto the bed. He’s in no hurry, unfortunately. 

If he wasn't such an asshole, you'd find him hot.

You really do love his gorgeous eyes and gray hair. 

"Stop bein' a dick and get on with it," Atsumu says. He scowls at his brother, who continues to simply stare at you. 

Both of them know Osamu doesn't want to actually hurt you. He'd never break you.

You're too precious.

"W-what?" Your shaky voice intrudes into his thoughts. 

You've gone red and stopped clawing at Atsumu's unrelenting hand.

Did he say that out loud? He must have, because Atsumu is laughing now.

Fuck. 

This isn't the time to be embarrassed, though.

Osamu reaches forward, lining his dick next to his brother's. 

To be honest, he was never opposed to the idea.

Yeah, Atsumu's a disgusting pig, but he's his twin. 

There's an unbreakable bond between them and knowing they share so much DNA sometimes makes Osamu feel as though they're just one person in two bodies. He’s honestly willing to try anything that Atsumu proposes (except get him off, of course, he’ll leave that to you).

Taking a deep breath, he begins to push, using his precum as lube.

Fuckkkkkk.

Osamu's pretty sure everyone had the same thought at that exact moment.

It's so tight. It's so warm. It’s hurting you, for sure. But it feels too good to stop. 

For you, it’s suffocating, being stuck between two muscular twins. And, once again showcasing their unspoken connection, they begin to carefully move in and out of you at the same pace. 

It hurts now, and tears are burning behind your eyes, but there’s that little voice in your head telling you to just relax and enjoy it—it’ll feel good.

Why? Why does it have to feel so good when this is all wrong?

Fundamentally, twins shouldn't be sharing the same girl, at the same time.

That same girl should especially not be their little sister whom they've been older brothers to for a decade.

But what does it matter now?

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Atsumu's in heaven. This is better than he imagined, actually. He’s decided that he’ll take the easy route, playing with your soft breasts and sucking hickies into your neck. His dick has gone still as he simply enjoys the fast pace Osamu fucks you at. 

While there’s a slight burn against his cock every time Osamu moves, the pain only intensifies the pleasure. 

Osamu’s eyebrows are furrowed as he focuses on watching his dick pump into you. He wants to curse out Atsumu for being so lazy, but at the same time— he’s always liked to be in charge. 

That voice was right, because it’s feeling good now. Your brain buzzes pleasantly and you’re losing control of your legs. 

Atsumu's moaning into your ear, Osamu's grunting with every push, and you feel hyper aware of every motion as you're slipping away. 

The dull lights of the room begin to blur.

You're crying now. Your toes are curling and drool slips out of the corner of your mouth. How stupid you must look right now.

How long has it been? 5 minutes? 5 hours?

It has to be at least that long or else the numbness that you’re beginning to experience down there doesn’t make any sense.

Atsumu has resumed his efforts in making you feel good, overstimulating every fiber of your being as he wipes away your tears and nuzzles your neck. It’d be an innocent gesture if he wasn’t rubbing circles onto your clit.

Osamu has been working like a well-oiled machine, admiring your broken face and how good his lower half feels, circulating adrenaline throughout his body. 

Just looking at you, choked up and crying, is enough. 

"I'm cumming..." he whispers. No, he’s not. He can’t. 

Not before his stupid twin does. And certainly not before you do. 

"Come on, baby, beg for it," Atsumu whispers into your ear, as if he can read his brother’s thoughts. 

Maybe they do have some sort of telepathy. Atsumu reaches forward and gently pushes down on your lower belly. You groan immediately. The slight pressure has your walls rubbing against their dicks even tighter now, and Osamu’s now grinding against that spot you love.

You’re gonna cum. Or pass out. Maybe both. 

"Please!" You shout. Fuck pride. "Please, please, please, ‘Samu, please cum."

Annnd he’s coming. Osamu reaches out, grasps your neck, and squeezes. 

Your cries are the only thing he can hear, loud enough to drown out Asumu’s words, and he’s losing sensation in his hips—

“Fuck, I love you, y/n…” Osamu says, admiring the way your eyes roll to the back of your skull. 

Even as your eyesight flickers, you make out this confession, lips automatically parting to moan. 

You tighten as Osamu releases in you, Atsumu following suit shortly after (something he’ll bully Osamu about later, no doubt).

There’s a certain stillness in the room as Osamu immediately slips out of you and turns away. Post-nut clarity’s setting in, and he realizes he’s not as fond of dick rubbing with Atsumu as he was a few minutes ago. 

Atsumu’s still panting in your ear, and, after a few moments of rest, gently eases himself out of you. Unlike his usual self (who insists on cuddling with you after the deed, no matter how much bodily fluid you’re covered in) he allows you to roll away from him, still recoiling from the strong orgasm.

Surprisingly, the lazy asshole leaps off the bed first today. 

“I’ll be taking a shower first. Alone.”

You muster enough energy to glance at him, then at Osamu. It’s so awkward you’d run out of the apartment if you could. 

Osamu knows his brother is being especially kind today, letting him speak to you in private.

As Atsumu strides towards the bathroom, he catches Osamu’s eye and winks, smirking at Osamu’s middle finger.

Osamu can basically hear his twin’s inner voice— this is just payment for the fuck.

You shut your eyes, registering the closing bathroom door. Now that the pleasure has subsided, you realize that you’re just in pain. Your chest and hips, especially, from Atsumu’s relentless teasing and Osamu’s rough handling. 

Damn it. You’re meeting with your friends tomorrow, how’re you going to hide these marks on your neck from them? 

From the way Osamu had choked you, you’re almost certain there’s going to be a bruise. You do have that leftover, crusty concealer that Atsumu got you a few months back—

“y/n, do you hate me?”

Osamu’s deep voice interrupts your thoughts. 

Your mouth instinctively opens, but you hesitate.

No. 

“No.”

Because you really don’t. Despite everything they put you through, you can’t bring yourself to hate them. 

Osamu lets out a silent sigh of relief, turning back to look at you. 

“Do you love me?”

You can’t answer him as quickly this time. 

Osamu and Atsumu were your brothers. They had been by your side for all of your childhood.

 They were the first ones to teach you how to ride a bike, how to multiply and divide, how to cook rice. 

They had been your first love. And even now… you’re relieved they’re with you, not in the bedrooms of other girls.

“I… do,” you admit. Fuck. You’re crazy. You know that. But you do. 

Even though you don’t want to admit it, you’re just as twisted as your brothers. You bury your head under the covers as the heat rushes to your face. 

“I wanna marry you.” Osamu suddenly announces, ripping back the blanket you’re holding to your face. He examines your blushing cheeks, and reaches down to grab your hand. 

Yeah, it’d look much fucking better with a shiny ring. He should look into a jewelry maker first thing tomorrow morning.

“Nope. I already called dibs, ‘Samu,” the blonde haired setter interjects, throwing open the door as if awaiting his cue. 

“Like months ago. Actually, years ago.”

Osamu frowns, prepared to retort back that actually, remember that you didn’t even like her when we first met her? You told dad you didn’t want him to marry mom because you didn’t want a sister, you little–

“We’re all Miyas here,” you say, predicting another fight. Despite your tiredness, you can't help but smile. 

Yeah, you do love them.

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a/n fun fact: i wrote this while meeting with my business class project group two semesters ago >.< depraved shit FR.. also no final read-through as usual bc i'm literally cringed out by my own writing LOL

This Little Thing Of Ours

Warnings/Tags:

• Omegaverse, A/B/O • College AU • Aged-Up Characters • Explicit Sexual Content • Alpha!Oikawa • Omega!Hinata • A lot of scenting and sex • Smut with plot • Multiple Chapters • More tags to be added as I update

Pairing: Oikawa x Hinata (Oihina)

Hinata’s voice is small. “…I don’t know what to do.”  It’s the defeat in his tone, that acknowledgment that he can’t win and can’t hide this on his own— It causes Oikawa’s chest to pang with sympathy.  “…” Oikawa swallows thickly, glancing at the bracelet Hinata always wears—and only now realizing those are the scent blockers that he should’ve noticed, because betas don’t need scent blockers in the first place because of how subtle their scents are—and he exhales slowly when his eyes meet Hinata’s again. “Do you trust me?” 

Or: An omegaverse, college Oihina AU where Oikawa learns that Hinata lied about being a 'beta', and what comes after can only be described as...messy. But also a lot of sex. And some feelings somewhere down the line.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

The chapters are listed down below ▼

❀ Chapter 1

❀ Chapter 2

❀ Chapter 3

❀ Chapter 4

❀ Chapter 5

❀ Chapter 6

❀ Chapter 7

❀ Chapter 8

❀ Chapter 9

❀ Chapter 10

❀ Chapter 11

❀ Chapter 12

"SO CLOSE TO REACHING THAT HAPPY END." — KUROO TETSUROU

NOTE: this is a heartless au.

so for everyone who doesn't know about heartless, it's a novel by marissa meyer centered on the villain origin story of the Queen of Hearts.

i do hope this will be to your liking ,,, so HAPPY READING !!

You were destined to be queen — one way or another.

Being one of Wonderland’s most desired and eligible bachelorettes and a daughter of a well-known Marquess, it’s safe to say that the King of Hearts (the fiercest and strongest ruler of Wonderland, to date) is also one of the many suitors lining for your hand in marriage. Though, being the crown queen wasn’t in your list of priorities because your sights have been set on creating pastries and confectioneries that deeply move the people of Wonderland.

In your own destiny, you have always believed you would end up as a baker. A humble one, with a store right in one of the shopping districts of Wonderland, its storefront bragging colors that complemented your creations and the inside booming with the aromatics of your baking, and there you are, dressed in a baker’s garb that you always wanted; aprons, mittens, and all. Alas, but a dream that only is.

However, the one who will set your dreams ablaze appeared right above you. Literally.

It was a ball that night. A black-and-white themed ball, to be exact. But you were presented by your family in a voluptuous red tent—gown, rather. Everywhere in the ballroom’s floor was a wave of black and white, stretching from ivory-tailed dress coats, ebony elbow gloves, chessboard leggings (who wore those?), feathery face masks in a monochromatic coloring, and black silk and velvet skirts twirling with rhinestones. Even the King’s royal guards, you can spot your friends, Hinata (his bright hair like a beacon) and Kageyama (whose face set in a scowl), with paint over the red hearts pasted under their eyes.

You are noticeable and it made you feel suffocated in your corset.

“I’m deeply sorry for breaking your trance, Lady [Last Name], but there are people lined up behind you,” the White Rabbit, Sugawara (his real name), cleared his throat in a reminder. “Your parents are long gone to the dance floor.”

Taking your skirts, you manage a bow and went your way to the dance floor. The stares bore into you like icy needles, their whispers of your being an attention-seeking harlot, and being a trying hard lady of the court flittered through your ears. You duck your head in a submissive bow while walking towards the feasting table — the safe haven in this wretched place. Just by maneuvering and staring at the assortment of treats laid out, you could feel your corset tighten in a silent warning.

A bite of the lemon tart you brought for this ball wouldn’t hurt, right?

“Lady [Last Name], I came here to remind you that this is a black-and-white ball,” a haughty drawl made you stop short in front of the feasting table.

You turned, uplifting your head to level your stare with the tall Knave of Hearts. A black tunic adorned his lazy posture, which rather fit him well, as much as you want to deny it. Black glasses covered his eyes, which was earned when he was hit by a croquet ball right in the face in one of the tea parties, giving him poor eyesight afterward. The mole might have spat on him.

“Hello, Tsukishima,” you greeted the Knave with a slight bow, making him scoff. You lowered your eyes in faux shame, however, you feel annoyed at the growing time you spent with this young man. “I believe somebody has mixed up my invitation, I was sure this was supposed to honor our kingdom’s colors.”

“You look stupid.”

You reel back, blinking up at the tall lad. “Is there any need to insult me?”

His brown eyes glared at you, scrutinizing your red gown in distaste. “You don’t even look half as decent as you always were, Lady [Last Name]. In fact, my poor eyesight says it all.”

“You perfectly know I didn’t want for it to be this way—“

“You’re awfully proud parading your embarrassment in this ball,” he scoffed again, “and you think you’re so high and mighty but let me tell you this, I am not afraid of you one tiny bit.”

“What are you talking abo—?”

“I don’t even like you that much at all, to begin with.”

And with that, Tsukishima walked away from you. You let out a sigh of relief at the end of that usual banter but you were wrong when he turned to you once again, his finger pointing at you in a scold.

“And you smell like a rose. Those rotten and stinky ones!”

“Is that supposed to be a compliment—ow!”

Tsukishima grunted, pulling on one of your curls, then he swiveled and marched his way towards the King’s royal guards, who followed his line of sight. Hinata brightened up when his eyes met yours, his hand waving frantically in the air. Kageyama, on the other hand, bonked him on the head to tell him off, but later noticed that it was you the orange-haired boy was waving so he opted in giving you a formal bow.

“Now that is what I call a confused boy,” a purr echoed behind you, making you jump an inch in the air.

“Why, hello to you, too, Lev,” you laughed, relieved that familiar company is present in this ball. “Are you allowed in here?”

The Cheshire Cat, or Haiba Lev (his birth name), grinned at you, his hand gripping the silver tray full of strawberry macaroons. His silver hair glinted against the overhead chandeliers and his slitted emerald green eyes shone with mischief as he gobbled up the treats with no care in the world. For such a tall boy, he managed to not rumple any of the displayed food on the feasting table. In fact, his silver tail was curling in satisfaction at the sweets he munched.

“I’d rather not think about that,” Lev answered, continuing his munching feast. “All I want is to finish up these macaroons. Are these the ones you brought for the ball? They’re heavenly, I tell you.”

You grimace, glancing sadly at the lone lemon tart beside the overgrown cat. “No, the lemon tarts are my specialty.”

Lev stopped eating and looked at you. “Why didn’t you say that was your creation?! I ate one of those and it’s by far the most delectable treat in this feasting table!”

“Your flattery will do you wonders, Lev.” You rolled your eyes as you stared on at the mingling guests in the ballroom. “Everybody is quite lively tonight.”

Lev hummed, swallowing his last bite of the macaroon in his paw. “I should tell you this but my conscience has been bugging me to never say it,” he told you. “But as the greater part of myself, I’ll still say it — the Knave has been placing some tarts that look exactly like the ones you made in his pocket.” He examined his claws with a half-lidded stare. “Thought you ought to know.”

“What?” You spun around and made sure that the beanpole Tsukishima was nowhere in sight before glaring at Lev, who was licking his lips with a satisfied smile. “Clearly you’re mistaken, Lev, he’s not here at all.”

“He was doing it earlier,” Lev retaliated. “Quite a strange fellow for someone who hates you, Lady [Last Name].” He perked up instantly, which made you lean back because the feline boy leaned forward to your face with sparkling green eyes. “Oh, by-the-bye, have you heard of the rumors? I was just being my adorable and invisible self when I heard it.”

“Rumors?” you questioned him, racking your brain of the recent events that’s been happening in Wonderland. “You mean Duke Tanaka expressing his love for the Lady Kiyoko one night with an orchestra of fish? Or that one time Sir Sugawara, in all his bunniness, announced His Highness Oikawa wrong, saying he was an escort of the Swan Palace? The latter was quite funny to watch.”

Lev curled his lips in disapproval. “You really are not acquainted with the rumors, huh? Those were the last two week’s rumors! This is a new day now! I was talking about the newly hired court jester, which by the way, hasn’t made his appearance yet. Maybe the king wanted the jester’s entertainment for himself? No one knows.”

“I don’t quite follow.”

The silver cat stared at her blankly. “All you’ve been doing is baking so I expected that response from you.” He sighed, crossing his lanky arms across his chest. “Some say that he spooked everyone with his appearance when he was walking down the streets lining the Blue Castle. I mean, who wouldn’t be scared when two men dressed in black just saunter their way towards the royal palace? He and his companion asked for the King’s audience and he easily performs a trick or two, which involved the orange and blueberry boys over there — something to do with a ball and a fast attack. I don’t even know. In the end, he was accepted. I also heard this night will be his debut but I don’t see him anywhere.”

You craned your neck to get a good view of the ballroom but it was quite hard catching the sight of the court’s new jester when almost all men chose to dress in black. “I don’t see any sort of man who might be the court joker.”

“That’s what I’ve been telling you!” Lev exasperatedly exclaimed, yet he continued. “Have you heard about the other rumors?”

“What are these other rumors? Do they concern me?”

Lev swallowed down a bubbling laugh as he looked at you from your red headdress to your red heeled shoes. “The king has chosen a bride! And he will be announcing it sooner or later—“ The sound of trumpets interrupted Lev, making him meow in delight. “I say, he’s going to announce it now!”

“PRESENTING HIS ROYAL AND INGENIOUS MAJESTY, THE KING OF HEARTS!”

Sugawara shouted at the top of his lungs, his trumpet tucked at the side. You turned around along with the rest of the guests as the King stood with his chest inflated in a proud inhale on top of the castle’s staircase. The aristocrats bowed down at the sight of the tarot of rulers standing at the top of the staircase.

There was King Oikawa Tooru of the Blue Castle and the leader of the small kingdom of Spades. Quite the ladies’ man with his charming chocolate curls and eyes. He was impeccably dressed in a white undershirt and a black waistcoat that seemed to be embellished with accents of his royal colors — aquamarine. His loyal adviser, Iwaizumi Hajime, shoots arrows to the side of his head as an attempt to leash the harlot and condescending king. Some say that he was not only a pretty face but a ruthless leader under the guise of ‘The Grand King’, the sources of such allegations coming from his subjects in the Spade courts.

Beside the smirking Oikawa was the leader of the Diamond court, Ushijima Wakatoshi of the Swan Palace. The ever stoic general of the Eagle Corps, the indomitable army of Wonderland, overlooked everybody on the dance floor with an outfit adorned with amethyst accents. His black coat was a sight for sore eyes, as it bore the insignia of his army and the royal seal of the court of Diamonds. His right hand, Tendou Satori, smirked and snickered at the people gawking at them, his alias of being the ‘Red Monster’ befitting him as his grin never ceased.

The last member of the four rulers of Wonderland was the duke of the land of Clovers, Terushima Yuuji. For a dukedom known for its rambunctious and quite interesting revels, their ruler also harbored the fortitude of being the land’s wildest overseer, his palace always flowing with an abundance of wine and courtesans once a week. Dressed in a black inner-shirt that gave quite a view of his chest and fitting pants, Terushima was quite the heartbreaker. It was noticeable that the duke of Clovers was a magnet for a lady’s attention when Oikawa gave him a dirty look for stealing his glory.

And the subject of your nightmares was standing there in between those three towering leaders. The King of Hearts, Nishinoya Yuu. Being the youngest out of the four of them, Nishinoya inherited the title of king when his father passed on because of an accident when walking down the waterfalls in Turtle Cove (one of the most sought-out attractions in Wonderland), making him the youngest king in the history of the Kingdom of Hearts, only at thirteen. But being the youngest meant that he could be neglecting some of his responsibilities, namely; the rise of the Jabberwocky and the invasion warning of the Queendoms of Chess. He was, in fact, chasing you, rather than doing his job as the King. Before you, however, he was blatantly confessing his love for the radiant Lady Kiyoko but something happened for him to shift towards you.

Nishinoya was dressed in full monochrome regalia, with his white fur coat too big on his short frame and a blinding white suit studded with rhinestones. On top of his head is the royal crown of Hearts, its heart-shaped finial and rubies saying it all. He was grinning when you rose from your curtsy.

You inconspicuously blanched when he grinned at you.

Stiffening in your perch as he jostled down the steps to reach you, you forced a smile on your face, curtsying again.

“Lady [Last Name]! Isn’t it such a fair evening for a grand ball?” he asked in your face, looking up at you with a hopeful expression that would definitely hurt if you ruined it.

“Indeed, Your Majesty,” you replied. “How is your night faring in this wondrous celebration?”

“It is incredible now that I have finally seen your face!” Nishinoya exclaimed with stars in his eyes.

You looked away.

Sugawara, who stood at the foot of the stairs, cleared his throat. “His Royal Majesty would like to request the hand of Lady [Last Name] [Name] for the first quadrille.”

Your eyes widened. “Why, thank you, Your Highness. I am honored.”

The King wasn’t an intimidating man. To be honest, he was the opposite. Nishinoya has the tendency to shout or laugh at the most inopportune moments, like that time Sugawara mistook King Oikawa for being an escort of the Diamond Court. For such a young child, the King of Hearts was a vibrant and kind boy, befriending even the commoners serving as his Royal Guard. His lack of intimidation was what kept you in your best and most civil behavior, seeing as he never treated you harshly.

But he wasn’t the brightest shade of red in the kingdom.

Nishinoya led you to the dance floor and continued gazing at you with utmost adoration but your mind was filled with other matters not concerning the King. Yes, he was a sweet young man and a happy one at that. He was also the one responsible for making Hearts the kingdom as it is today.

“You look utterly stunning, my lady,” Nishinoya told you, looking like a puppy waiting for a treat. It was almost endearing.

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” you replied, forcing some enthusiasm in your voice.

It was always forced when it comes to the King, seeing as you always hated the thought of being leashed, of having your dreams taken away from you with just a snap of his royal fingers. And you quite treasured your dreams, your bakery, and the simple life it held. But knowing his royal and boisterous Highness, everything will always come his way.

“My favorite color is red, in fact! And seeing you dressed like an empress, a queen rather, makes my heart pound with longing!”

You recoiled. The implication in his sentence sent a tremor of dread down your spine. Your destiny was inevitable, that’s what your mother said to you when you tried fighting or your dream of being a baker. She said that many things are waiting for you in the life of a noble lady and a possibility was lying in one of them — that you will be the next Queen of Hearts. You didn’t want that.

“You, my lady, are a treasure,” he said, dazed.

Your heart ached for so many things in that moment. Your heart ached for your dream, for your tied-down future, and lastly, for not having the capabilities of returning the king’s affection.

“I definitely should ask,” Nishinoya mumbled shyly as you went back in his arms after a twirl, “but did you bake any treats this evening? I was wondering which of those on the feasting table did you bring?” He glanced at the table at the side of the ballroom, his eyes passing by a munching Lev, who watched the two of you with a knowing glint in his eyes.

Your discomfort vanished in an instant as you smiled at the King. The two of you raised your hands to let the couple beside you duck underneath. Once face to face again, you beamed. “I offered baking the lemon tarts this evening and I’m happy that it was to everyone’s liking.” You continued smiling as you remembered some people talking about your treats. “I do hope you have at least a bite, Your Highness.”

Nishinoya perked up and grinned at you. “That’s fantastic! I might take a bite after the dance!”

“I’m happy to hear that, Your Majesty.”

He missed a couple of dance steps as he visibly gawked at your smile. You couldn’t help but think that it was adorable for a moment. The dance ended after a few twirls and exchange of partners and you find yourself huffing at the exhausting quadrille. However, your partner was energetic as usual as he giggled.

“Thank you for gracing this night with your effervescent presence, Lady [Last Name],” Nishinoya bowed. “Now I must find those tarts of yours in the feasting table.”

“And thank you, Your Majesty,” you replied, curtsying. “You honor me so.”

You can feel your shoulders relax after the young King turned away from you. Not finding any interest in continuing the ball, you tried finding your parents in the crowd to tell them that you have to go home because you’re not feeling well. The ball was so far, tiring and you sluggishly pad your way towards the balcony, not minding the posture your etiquette teacher taught you, in an attempt to have fresh air. But you hadn’t even moved from your spot before the lights flickered out, washing everything in darkness.

The band stopped the music. Shocked gasps chorused amongst the crowd. A scared cry erupted from one spot in the ballroom. You faintly heard one of the guards shouting orders to one another to find out what caused the blackout. But a few minutes later, a spark and a flicker came from above. Everyone looked up to see what kind of spectacle displayed itself. The center chandelier gave an ominous glow over the ballroom, with it being the only thing giving out light.

There, hanging on the chandelier, was a large hoop of glinting silver, and lounging comfortably inside the hoop was a jester.

He was dressed in a midnight black tunic belted at his hips and tight-fitting trousers tucked in a pair of leather knee-length boots. His hands were enclosed in gloves, matching with his whole dark ensemble. Skin glowing amber (unlike the pale skin everybody sported in the kingdom) under the mellow lights of the candles in the chandelier, he continued sitting in the hoop. His hair was so unruly and messy that you assumed he only rolled out of bed before perching above the ballroom. It covered the right part of his face, shadowing his visage even more.

You took in a sharp inhale of breath as you continued staring at him, your heart pounding in your chest.

The unknown stranger’s half-lidded golden eyes were looking straight at you.

part two will be up probably tomorrow any other day bcos let's face it,,, i'm a procrastinator,, i mean, who isn't?

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Suna watches you. He watches you a lot.

It’s like watching a curious puppy taking its first steps, you clumsily mix the chocolate milk, licking the spoon right after, bouncing on your feet at the sound of some pop song blasting on your headphones. 

You wear one of his shirts, white cotton against your skin stopping at your mid-thighs. He notices your baby blue panties when you reach for the cereal on the shelf, the fabric hugging your butt so cutely he almost lets out a groan. He didn’t want to scare you, but you were almost falling out of the counter trying to grab the goddamn cereal box.

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partition | miya atsumu

pairing: atsumu x f! reader

word count: 4.8k

summary: inspired by Beyoncé’s “Partition”! what starts off as a simple limo ride to a team dinner with atsumu soon turns into you not being able to keep your hands off of each other, looking so irresistible he just can’t help himself. 

warnings: smut, car sex, slight voyeurism, overstimulation, dumbification, rough sex, dacryphilia, oral (male receiving), dirty talk, daddy! kink, multiple orgasms, swearing, really nasty 

a/n: if you haven’t heard this song, please go listen to it first oh my god the lyrics hot as fuck. of course i had to write a dirty, filthy, smutty ass fic for this, and honestly i can completely see atsumu in this situation.

the click of your heels was sharp against the marble floor, making your way across your ridiculously large bathroom as you adjusted an earring. Atsumu had a team dinner tonight, meaning a long ride to an even longer dinner at whatever high end restaurant had been chosen for the occasion. being engaged to a professional volleyball player came with its share of events and all around tight schedules, but you wouldn’t trade him for the world. you had grown accustomed to nights like these, enjoying the company of his lively teammates and getting all dolled up to go out.

with one last glance into the full body mirror, smoothing down your sleek black dress, you stepped into your bedroom, Atsumu standing in front of a wall with a smaller mirror as he adjusted his tie. his mischievous gaze found your reflection, smirking as he took in the sight of you. a low whistle sounded throughout the room as he eyed you up and down, the dress hugging every curve and dip of your body. a simple dress, really, but severely overpriced. despite the cost it did look quite good though, or rather you made it look good.

“you look gorgeous, darlin’.” the nickname rolled off Atsumu’s tongue with a sultry bite, his naughty eyes practically undressing you right there. with a light chuckle you walked over to him, placing a hand on one of his broad shoulders, looking at the both of you in the mirror.

“thank you, Tsumu. we do look fucking good, don’t we?” his laugh was deep and amused as it rumbled out from his chest, eyes crinkling in agreement. hands still messing with his tie, Atsumu leaned over, teeth nipping at your earlobe. the light tug had chills tingling down your spine, but you kept your composure as you pushed him gently, muttering something about how he was taking his sweet time then going back to your closet to get a jacket before you left.

“where you goin, y/n?” he called teasingly, apparently not finished with his playful antics and suggestive smirks. “I wasn’t done lookin at you!”

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Summer Memories

First Tumblr post wooo! Decided to post an old fic I had never posted, hope you guys enjoy.

Warnings: Kinda angsty, bittersweet ending, fluff

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Childhood! Kitsune! Miya twins AU x afab reader (she/her pronouns used)

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Waves lapping against the shore, cicadas chirping as they nest on dappled trees, the smell of the lilting breeze and bitter goodbyes; golden sunsets tinting our summer memories.

It was summer again. This was made clear to the melancholic nine-year-old as you watched the trees blur past the back seat SUV windows. You never liked summer. To most children, summer was an exciting escape from scholarly activities; a time to visit beaches, wear flowing floral dresses with straw sun-hats or eat chilled melon by the lakeside- but to you, summer was hot and unforgiving. The sunshine that should have brought you joy only stung your eyes. To you, summer tasted no better than bitter orange rinds. 

Ma didn’t like summer either. You had to spend the entirety of it away from her. 

“You ought to be a big girl now” she would say. “Spend time with your Pa, it's only for a few months”.

A few months felt like forever- forever with a stranger. Pa was never home when you were young, even less when your Ma spoke through tears telling you he was never coming back. 

Di-vor-ce. Divorce? You had a hard time wrapping your head around the pronunciation, but you reckoned that ‘divorce’ was what your Ma had meant. You had heard a few concerned teachers talking about it in the hallways, only ushering you off frantically when they saw your head peeking from the corner. You scoffed. Adults were always hiding secrets. You guessed that they didn’t think you would understand because you were ‘too young’. 

The juxtaposing jubilant melody of summer hits hummed quietly in the background, the occasional rhythmic clicking of the turning signal or the jolt from bumps in the road served as a distraction from your stewing feelings of pensive sadness. You didn’t like summer, and you didn’t really like your Pa. 

I wish I was home.

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The crunching of gravel and the slow swaying of an ending turn woke you from your stupor. Your father briefly opened his door to stretch before giving you an awkward smile. 

“Hey squirt, we’re finally here. Let me get your things and put them into your room”. 

When you gave no answer and only stared at the collar of his shirt with empty eyes and pressed lips, he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. 

Laughing to fill the silence, he smiled again- no less awkwardly before, but a little more dejected, you noticed. 

“Say what- how about I fix you a bento and you can go explore in the woods?” he gestured to the bountiful nature attached to his property. “There’s a frog pond close by and there’s some pretty nice weather today- leave the boring adult stuff to me”. 

Still silent, you nodded, to which upon noticing, the tension in your father’s shoulders lifted slightly. 

“Sounds good squirt”. 

You watched as he disappeared from the car and into his cottage home, leaving the trunk and car doors open. A good way to let in flies, but you weren’t going to tell him that. 

Trees shifted slightly in the warm breeze, the dappling of the evening sunlight casting shadows of foliage onto the warm wooden deck you had retreated to while waiting for your promised bento. 

Your father was wealthy, you supposed. You constantly heard the prim ladies of your mother’s office gossip about his famed writing career- something to do with traditional Japanese literature and poems- (though you noticed that the ladies gossip was snide regarding your Ma, which is why you never brought it up). You knew nothing about poetry or writing but you could definitely see the connection between your estranged father and his esteemed job. It simply made sense that he was eccentric, yet reserved and awkward. Most artists seemed to be that way, like Ms. Maraday; a European woman dressed in vibrant purples and eclectic, clashing, patterns that lived next door to your flat in Tokyo. She often wore long feathered caps and copious scarves, chemises, and silks. Your Ma told you she was an ‘interior designer’ (‘someone who made houses look pretty’-she later said when you told her you didn’t understand). 

If you remember correctly, you were now in Hyogo. It was a simple village with an emphasis on nature. The traditional Japanese home that laid amongst the towering trees made it look peaceful. You supposed that is why your father moved here, away from the bustle of the glowing city where he could concentrate on his work and be inspired by the elements that simply weren’t of abundance in a place like Tokyo. It made sense why he left-you knew this. People with passions like him needed suitable places for creation, yet this reasoning didn’t seem to cure the bitter ache that left a taste too pungent in your mouth. 

The sliding paper door caught your attention when your Pa returned, a cloth-wrapped bento in hand. 

“Go explore, squirt, just be careful and come back before it gets too dark”. 

He gave you an unappreciated head ruffle and limped back to the car to unpack (he’d always had a funky waddle- your Ma always called it his ‘penguin walk’). 

‘Time to explore’ you thought before stashing your bento into your yellow backpack and trekking down the forest pathway leading away from the house. 

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The warm breeze flew past you gently, stringing along stray leaves and bending the branches above you in a graceful arc. It was more shadowy now; the shade from the canopy casting flowing shadows akin to when sunlight hits the sea. These woods seemed quite magical. Quiet; yet unexplored and imbued with mystery. You enjoyed the silence away from the reality of summer, and the fresh air that filled your lungs brought you temporary relief. 

You were no longer following any sort of pathway, having strayed from the main areas in a moment of distraction whilst looking at the rays of vibrant light peak through the leaves. This didn’t bother you much- you were keen on exploring and any bought time away from the house was time well spent as far as you were concerned. Birds chirped and creatures scurried along the tall blades of grass. Perhaps you would find a fairy- that would certainly make your adventure more exciting. You continued on, unwavering heat beating on your brow and causing gleams of sweat to form.

How long have you been out? It didn’t matter you supposed. It was just fun to wander in an unfamiliar place- plus you had been hoping to come across the frog pond your Pa had mentioned so you could hold them. There weren’t many frogs in Tokyo for you to hold. 

Though, despite your efforts to trudge on, you couldn’t ignore the rumbling in your stomach. The bento was looking more appealing by the second, and eventually, your hunger outweighed your determination to continue, as you settled by a sunning rock and dug around your belongings for the wrapped bento. 

Untying the pink patterned sheet, you unveiled your lunch, the rice from your tuna onigiri sparkling in the sunlight like a polished stone. You couldn’t wait to eat. 

Before you could even take a bite, a harsh rustling from a nearby bush caught your attention. You narrowed your gaze on the shaking bush, fear making hairs rise along your neck. Surely it was just a woodland creature- a rabbit perhaps? You wanted to find a fairy, not a monster, but when you creeped closer in fearful curiosity, the two identical pairs of glowing brown eyes within the shadows of the bush-branches made you leap away with a yelp. 

You squeezed your eyes shut and brought your chubby little arms to brace yourself from the bush-monster. 

Two small shadows with pointed ears loomed over you and the bantering whispers of hushed voices made you peek cautiously. 

“I told ya I smelled food!”

“You said ya smelled something, not food.”

“Did not-”

“Did too!”

“Yer a liar-”

“Ya? Yer justa’ scrub.”

Two brunette boys around your age stood over you, bickering as their colored kimono- blue and red respectively- swished with each dramatic flair of their arms. The two were perfectly similar, like looking at your reflection in the mirror, and even more odd than the traditional clothing they were wearing, was the pointed fox ears and matching orange tails they donned. Were they real? They looked eerily realistic and the fact that the red kimono-wearing boy’s tail was flicking violently, affirmed that they were. 

Perhaps they were the mischievous kitsune fox-spirits from folklore. You gulped. They were talking about food- you just hoped they weren’t meaning you. 

“P-please d-d-don’t eat me” you stuttered quietly. 

Your meek voice managed to catch the attention of the twins as they gazed upon your crumpled form. 

“Ha- we don’t eat humans, ya scrub.” The red kimono-wearing boy said, gazing down at you with a look that said ‘you’re an idiot’. 

“We want soma’ that onigiri ya got there.” Chimed the second boy, his face stoic; a contrast from his more fiery counterpart. 

You hesitantly put down your arms and stood back up from the ground, getting a better look at the twins who gazed at you with intensity. 

“What are ya waiting for, human?” the red kimono boy hollered “Stop ya starin’ and share yer bento with us”. 

You listened, grabbing your bento and holding it out for them to take. 

The two wasted no time (you noticed the blue-kimono boy was the first to snatch a bite) gobbling up the tuna onigiri. You were safe for now, you hoped, and so you sat along with them near your rock and began to eat as well. 

“Uwahhhh~ these re’ delicious!” the boisterous red-boy spoke rudely through a mouthful of tuna and rice. You could practically see stars in his eyes as he chewed in delight- it reminded you of Ms. Maraday whenever she saw ‘handsome younguns’ pass by your neighborhood (you didn’t quite understand, but your Ma said you would when you were older-you weren’t too sure).  

You were very curious about these strange boys and who they really were. You desperately wanted to know, but you remained quiet, afraid to bring more attention to yourself. 

“We’re kitsune” the quieter one spoke, rice grains littered around his mouth. When you gave him a look of confusion he replied with a mouthful of onigiri “Ya looked like ya wanted to ask”. Nodding in understanding you smiled at the two, which caused them to stop chewing. 

“What’cha smilin’ for, human?” 

“Just happy that you aren’t monsters- and that you’re not gonna eat me”.

The boys gave each other a mirrored look of shock and proceeded to burst out laughing. 

“This again? Of course we aren't gonna eat ya, human,- yer probably not even tasty” the red boy cackled, showing his miniature pointed fangs. 

“Yer such a scrub” he added. 

“Super scrubby” his brother agreed. 

Ignoring the insult, you started to feel more comfortable around them. You didn’t think that they were going to bring you any harm. 

“What are your names?” you asked, chewing on some grapes.

“I’m Osamu,” the blue-wearing boy pointed to himself  “and Atsumu is my idiot brother over there” 

Atsumu lit up in indignation as he swatted his tail to flick his brother- ending in a small tussle between the two that you awkwardly witnessed. 

“I- my name is Y/N!” you exclaimed quickly, hoping to break up the fight. It thankfully worked, as the two separated (albeit glaring at each other) and nodded along, ears flicking in irritation. 

“Sounds likea’ pretty scrubby name to me” scoffed Atsumu as he dusted off his Kimono. He looked at you deeply, his more golden-flecked eyes searing into your mind. 

Though Atsumu seemed to be the more loud of the two, Osamu was just as intense. He had this aura of coldness and aloof eyes to match, despite his age. 

“Let’s call ya froggy instead. Ya look like the dopey frogs by the pond.”

Atsumu agreed with his brother, snickering at the suggestion, while you simply nodded in indifference. 

“You know where the frog pond is?” You asked.

The two boys quit their teasing and looked at you with identical squinted eyes of suspicion. You felt a little nervous. 

“Can you show me where the pond is? My Pa said it was close by but I can’t find it” you continued, hoping they would lead you so you could see the frogs they had named you after. 

“Hm… I dunno Froggy, that’s mine and Samu’s secret spot…” he trailed off with a pout on his lips and a mock-questioning expression, and you looked crushed. 

Atsumu quickly realized your fading expression as he piped up quickly with feigned disingenuous interest “I guess ya can tag along Froggy. Yer a scrub, but yer kinda cool I guess”. 

“-Cool enough ta’ give us onigiri” Osamu joined, hands folded inside his kimono sleeves. 

Your eyes sparkled like river stones in the sun as you gripped your yellow backpack straps in excitement.

“Let’s go ‘Samu-’Tsumu!”

The two boys bashfully looked away with pinkish faces, but you were too stoked to notice. 

The three of you traversed to the pond, you doddling behind the two twins as they playfully told you to hurry up. 

----

Meeting up by the frog pond became a regular occurrence throughout the summer spent at your father’s cottage. No longer was it ‘Tsumu and Samu’s secret spot’- it was your secret spot as well. Times when your father had to work on manuscripts, became times for the three of you to explore the plentiful woods together and gather by the frog pond for a lunch of tuna onigiri (you made your Pa pack extra routinely, and though he was confused at first, agreed- you were a growing girl, he reckoned). 

“I’m going to catch the biggest frog today!” Atsumu beamed with unwavering confidence. You giggled and cheered him on despite Atsumu frequently proclaiming this and never living up to it. 

“Good luck catching a frog ‘Tsumu. Yer ugly face scares them all away”. Osamu sneered, grinning cattishly. He stood knee-deep in the muddy pond with his kimono robe hitched up into undershorts and his sleeves rolled to his shoulders.

“Ya have the same face as me ya scrub!” Atsumu barked back, similarly in position like Osamu, but on the opposite side of the small pond. You simply sat on the banks, dipping your toes in the luke-warm shallows as you didn’t want to dirty the yellow sundress your Ma had given you. 

“Just ya watch ‘Samu! Yer gonna be cryin’ once ya see the fat toad I catch- Froggy! Watch me!” his fluffy orange tail flicked around as he wriggled like a cat in a hunting crouch. His eyes were focused on the water underneath him as his brother merely rolled his eyes with an irked huff. 

“Y/N could catch a bigger frog than ya and she’s not even in the water, ‘Tsumu.” 

The boy gave Osamu a deadpan glare and returned to his concentrated form.

A quick fox-like dash of a hand and an unceremonious splash (not appreciated ‘Tsumu) later, Atsumu cupped his prize delicately with both little hands, trodding out of the water towards you with Osamu following. He unveiled the grayish frog to you, basically the size of his entire palm.

“Ha! What did I tell ya ‘Samu? Look at my frog!” 

Osamu paled when you cooed, fascinated at his brother’s catch, and rolled back his sleeves preparing to go back into the water- this was a competition now. 

Atsumu had looked pretty pleased with himself, a cocky smirk and high-raised tail, only feeling his ego inflate larger when you complimented his frog-catching prowess. This was only temporary of course, as Osamu reappears by your side, cupping a perfectly same-size frog to Atsumu. 

“Ah- my frog is still bigger than yers ‘Samu!” Atsumu stomped bitterly, the puppy fluff by his ears riled. “Froggy- ya measure ‘em up. Tell us which frog is bigger!” 

You analyzed both frogs carefully. They were utterly identical- a lot like the twins facing you with beaming anticipation for your decision. 

“They’re both the same” you concluded, bringing faces of disappointment as the two bickered about which frog should have won the competition. 

“Here-” they stopped their fighting to look towards your smiling face as you stood to perch a daisy-link crown around the two ears between them. “You both can win the prize.” 

They stood tensely with synchronized blushing faces- both frogs long gone by now from the lack of watchful eyes. 

“Yeah…w-whatever. I guess we can both win..” Atsumu pouted as his hands fidgeted with your gift. Osamu similarly looked bashfully, whispering a ‘thank you’ and playing with his damp kimono sleeves. 

Despite their many differences, you could definitely see their brotherly similarities as they stood with mirrored shyness. You could only giggle. 

----

“I’m King of the rock today!”

Osamu huffed, a frown on his rounded face. 

“Yer always King of the rock ‘Tsumu!”

Breeze ruffled the long fronds of grass, the sound akin to brushing the fur of a large pooch (you imagine that such a pooch would need to use a pool as a bathtub and a rake as a comb). You pleasantly tuned out the background noise as you relaxed in the golden evening, serenaded by the season’s cicadas. This had been going on for a while now, the sharp tang of clashing voices sometimes pulling you out of your sleepy daze. 

Two twins perched on the highest ledge of the sunning rock, billowing tails irate and ears pinned flat against their brown locks, bickering about who would be crowned the prestigious title of ‘King of the rock’. This was often a game the three of you would play, Atsumu and Osamu rotating between the ‘King’ role and you faithfully claiming your position as the court advisor (neither of them knew what that meant, and you only knew about it because of your father’s habitual tendency to spout oddities at the dinner table). Though you certainly had no opinion on the matter, you knew for certain that the two trouble making brothers would rope you into it somehow. 

“Froggy!” “FROGGY” (said simultaneously) 

And here it was.

“Ya agree don’t ya? ‘Tsumu would make a better princess than a King”.

You held in a laugh at Atsumu’s blinking shock as the twins pounced on each other; frolicking fox kits in the summer sunlight. You could tell there was no real malice behind the two’s actions, they were brothers- hearts intertwined and spirits invigorated by each other’s energy. It almost made you envious. You grew up relatively lonely, only enjoying the presence of Tokyo and your imagination; the subway was your carriage, the chimes of streetlights your music, and the songbirds and alleycats, your friends- you wondered if a sibling would help fill that void. 

“OW! ‘Tsumu!”

You snapped out of your reverie, lying up from the flattened grass you nested on. Osamu sat on the mossy rock, eyes watering, lip quivering, and little hands nestling the bottom of his foot. You got up immediately, looking back to see Atsumu guiltily shuffling beside his brother, wringing his hands. He looked unsure what to do, and you could see tears beginning to well in his eyes as well, as he saw what he caused to his brother. 

Gently you took Osamu’s muddy foot into your hand and inspected the scrape from the fall. It was bleeding slightly, running a crimson pathway down his heel and pooling between the crevices between his toes. Running your sleeve along his heel to wipe the blood, you caught him wince- you tried more delicately this time, removing residual grime as well, seeing as the two fox-boys never wore footwear. 

You turned back to Tsumu who by now was sitting on the opposite end of the rock, looking ashamed and wilted like an unwatered houseplant. “‘Tsumu-” you called for his attention. 

He turned.

“Help me bandage your brother up?” You pawed around your yellow backpack looking for the small first-aid kit your mother insisted you carry around- finally the heavy tin box would be put to use. 

You instructed Tsumu to hold up his brother’s foot while you held up two bandaids- a hello kitty one with polka dots, and a blue one with patterned hearts. Both brothers grimaced at the ugly choices, but you gave them a look that got them to settle down. 

“Hello Kitty or hearts?” 

Osamu sniffed and chose the blue one (of course), to which you complied and stuck it to his heel. You prodded Atsumu who had returned to sulking, and whispered at him to apologize. 

It didn’t take long for his pride to break. He started to sob as he hugged his brother in a tight embrace and tugged at his kimono sleeves “Sorry ‘Samu! I didn’t mean ta hurt ya!”  

Samu pouted his lips pretending to still be offended, but you could tell it was all forgiven as he flicked his tail atop of his brother’s head like a strange hat and patted his arms. 

“Ya ya. Yer alright ‘Tsumu”.

It was genuinely heartwarming to see them interact and you began to enjoy your summer a little more while watching your friends. Atsumu’s sniffling ceased, as he looked up at the two of you bashfully. 

“Hey ‘Samu?”

“Ya?”

“Ya can be King today”.

----

The smell of cedar is strong in the midnight forest as you trek with your fox-eared friends. Cicada’s chirp loudly, framing the sounds of wooden sandals and calloused feet on the grassy pathway. 

“‘Saaamuuu, how long till we’re there?” You complained for the nth time that night. 

Looking to the right, with a mopey face to ‘Samu, posture slouching from what seemed to be hours walking in your young body, you were interrupted by the wrong twin.

“Keep it down, ya, Froggy?! Yer gonna scare the buggies with all ya groanin’!”

Osamu flicked his plume of a tail and nipped his twin’s ear at his snappy response. Atsumu only shrugged it off, but clearly looked peeved, taking the heel of his palm and smoothing out the fur of his ears with a huff. 

“We’re nearly there, Froggy. Don’cha worry ya little Froggy head, ya?” 

You giggled as ‘Samu ruffled your hair like a wet umbrella. Only to giggle louder when ‘Tsumu joined in the attack- the two boys relentlessly tickling you and making you forget about your aching tiredness. 

They two stopped only when spotting a scooping hill in the distance. 

“C’mon, Froggy! The night waits fer no one!”  

You attached yourself to the racing twins by holding on to their obi, venturing to the moonlit meadow just outside of the forest. 

You sucked in a deep breath as you gazed upon the endless expanse of the glittering indigo sky. Arcs of night clouds circled the pearl moon, trees bending in a graceful embrace around the tickling sweet grass, the scent of chill and clarity enrapturing the senses. The flickering stars reflected in your irises; gleaming with some wondrous awe the two boys became utterly fascinated with, as their own sharp eyes studied your tranquil ease. 

Placid lips, once silent, parted to speak- though it was clear your focus was still diverted to the summer heavens. 

“This place is so…” you paused; gentle winds jostling your locks and chirping creatures filling the silence. 

“Beautiful” you finished. 

The sway of the long grasses caressed your body as you laid to stargaze in the meadow. The twins, still entranced by your contentment with their surprise location, sat on either side of you- mirroring cheshire grins of success lacing their canine smiles.

The more boisterous fox chirped as he flattened his arms behind his head like a pillow. 

“Just ya wait. The best part hasn’t even started yet”.

You directed your starlit gaze to ‘Tsumu, wondering what else could be more magnificent than the ether above. Anticipation paid off, as in the corner of your eyes (next to a pair of smirking foxes), golden, floating, stars started to come from underneath the grass. 

“They’re stars!” you burst out in excitement. You look at the faces of your two cherished friends, watching them giggle at your unlady-like outburst. They didn’t bother correcting you, as you looked like you were having too much fun hopping like a grasshopper in the meadow, a huge grin on your face as you attempted to catch the floating stars. 

“‘Tsumu! ‘Samu!” you called. “Come catch the stars with me!” Atsumu was the first to wriggle his tail and pounce like a hunter towards you, tickling you as you absolutely beamed. Osamu watched on, laughing identically with his brother at your giddiness. When was the last time he and his brother had a friend like you?

It had always been him and Atsumu, facing the world together. Foxes are solitary creatures, and it’s rare that Inari, the fox goddess, would send such young kits to work in the human realm. You truly were a treasure. A glittering golden stone like the bright sun; something so ultimately precious to them, as if you were worth more than the tastiest fatty tuna onigiri or the high of winning against his brother- you were family. No longer was it two unlucky twin fox kits facing the shadows of the earthly plane- it was ‘Tsumu, ‘Samu and Froggy-forever. 

“-forever” Samu turned to your voice, you and ‘Tsumu panting and tired after chasing each other, and lying in the ticklish grass. 

“Let’s stay together forever” you repeated, turning to face Osamu with glittering fireflies reflected in your endless gaze.

“Forever” the twins agreed in unison.

---

“Ya know, Froggy” Astumu chirped, hands lazily folded behind his fox-eared head, “Those weren’t stars, they were buggies”. 

You gaped, eyes wide. “EHHHHHHH!!??”

---

The last day of summer vacation came too fast, and it also just so happened to land on the rainiest day in years. The weather was torrent, trees lashing by aggressively amidst the sharp drops of rain and the howling wind. Roads were closing, trains were halted- all in fear of the upcoming storm.

“You can’t go out today sweetie, I’m sorry-” your father tried to placidate your rising temper. He gestured his hands towards you, in a friendly embrace, only for you to whip out of his grasp in anger. 

“It’s not fair!” you cried, fat tears rolling down your soft face. “Why can’t I go out to see my friends?- I won’t-” you paused to catch your breath as you continued to choke on your emotions. “I won’t be able to see them for a long time!”

Battling his confusion at the mention of your unheard of ‘friends’, he ached in sympathy to see you in such a state, but your safety was his uttermost priority “Now, sweetie-”

“NO!” you stomped your foot in utter outrage. You couldn’t believe the audacity of your Pa, to try and stop you from seeing your friends-no-your family- before you left. You hardly spent the summer with our own father, as he was too busy, and now he wanted to take you away from your only reprieve of loneliness? 

“You can’t tell me what to do when you’ve never been there- you- you’re barely my Pa anyways!”

Your father looked on in horror, not only at your stinging words,but your small form dashing away quickly past the paper doors and into the unrelenting storm.

“Y/N!” he shouted- you didn’t listen, quickly evading him even as he attempted to chase you on his bum leg. 

The wind clawed at your tiny body- rain slicked your floral summer dress and chilled you to the bone. The bending trees, once so welcoming, were being tossed around like marbles in a dish, and the sun that watched over you all summer- gone without a trace in the pluming smoke-like clouds. You continued to run as fast as your legs could take you, every once and a while slipping on the wet stones and skinning your knees in the gritty mud. You couldn’t tell if it was the rain pouring down your face or your tears. 

“‘Tsumu! ‘Samu!” you cried, eyes blurry, and snot dripping onto the bib of your yellow collar. Your socks were beyond ruined at this point, and the tears from the sharp branches and many tumbles you took, only worsened the burning sting of the raindrops and buffeting gale. 

A gnarled, slippery root brought you to your bleeding knees, and you felt as if you couldn’t possibly continue any longer. You were there- at your secret hideout, but the absence of your foxy friends made your heart drop. 

You were wet, bleeding, scared, and alone. Your small little paradise was crumbling, and the angels that once played such sweet melodies to lift your lonesome spirit had faded away into their now-melancolic tunes. 

“Froggy!” You whipped your head with re-invigorated energy as you heard the voice of your twins. “Tsu--m mu-Sam…” you cried incoherently as they bent to hug your shivering form. 

“I- I just want to go home”.

The twins looked at each other, and with a saddening, but newfound resolve, spoke.

“We can take you home, Froggy- if that’s your wish”

You nodded, feeling defeated, but also confused at how a gangle of small children would be able to pass through the bitter storm for the second time. 

“Don’cha worry ya little froggy head- yer safe, with us- always-”

Chocolate eyes met yours in a teary gaze. You were caught in a spell; the familiar slitted eyes communicating their immense sadness, yet, determination as they continued explaining.

“We heard yer wish, ya know, the one about ya wantin’ to go home, and Inari sent us to fulfill this wish, as spirits of the forest”.

Osamu chimed in- “That’s what kitsune do- we grant wishes” he paused and took your frozen hands in his. You noticed he was still wearing the bandaid you put on his foot. “We can help ya, Froggy, but after, our mission will be done…and once ya step out of the forest- you’re gonna forget everything that’s happened…”

“No!” you interrupted, your gaze flicked between the two soggy-haired, solemn boys as you balked in disbelief. “N-no- I’d never forget you guys!” The tears that had slightly dried before came back tenfold as you squeezed ‘Samu’s clawed hands. “The frog pond, the buggies, sharing onigiri?? I’d never forget any of that!” you proclaimed. “We- we promised to stay together-forever! I won’t go home if I won’t remember you two- you are my home!”

“Froggy.” Atsumu silenced you, tucking the stuck hair off your forehead, to behind your ear. You had never heard the jovial boy so serious before. “Ya need to go back to your own world- to grow up in Tokyo-” “-to experience the other seasons-” Osamu added. “-to be with yer Ma and Pa and that crazy hag Ms. Maraday…” They could go on, but by the defeated look reflected in your eyes, they could tell you understood. 

You shakily stood up. 

“Let’s get ya home, ya, Froggy?”

With their hands joined with yours, they steadied you. Like a beautiful dance, they conjured ghostly blue flames with their spare hands and you watched as the foxfire shot up into the sky like bullets, and returned as glowing orbs leading a pathway through the forest. 

Slowly, the three of you began to run through the rain, laughing as you splashed into cold puddles. This was it, the last you’d ever hear of their laughter, so you couldn’t help the tears that mixed into your giggles as they gazed upon you so fondly. 

The trail of glowing sky-like fire reached an opening in the forest and you could see the engawa of your father’s summer home shadowed in the near distance. 

You dug your heel into the mud and spun around right before the drop off out of the forest pathway. Your face glowed with the slick rain and the heavenly light emitting from the globes of fire that still surrounded the three of you. 

The twins cried. You cried, but your signature smile overtook your face. They let go of your hands. 

“I’ll never forget you two. We’re friends- forever”.

“Forever”, they agreed, smiling through their tears. You took one last look at their identical faces, tall pointed ears, and their plumes of fluffy white-tipped tails- committing it to memory. You’d remember them. That was a promise.

And with a leap, your muddied sock passed the border between the trees and the outside, and you looked back, seeing the two figures holding hands and grinning caddishly, fading away like transparent ghosts.

As you landed, you suddenly blanked. What were you doing here? You can’t remember, but all you know is that you’re wet, aching, and feel overwhelmingly empty- like something was missing. 

“Y/N- thank god you’re okay-!” your Pa hugged you tightly, looking over you as you faded back into reality. Police officers, sirens, and a gaggle of old adults who bore the fireman’s uniform huddled around you and your father, making sure you were okay. You didn’t really understand what was going on, but you hugged your father tighter as your daze looked back at the empty, dark forest. You were ushered inside immediately to get warm, and though the forest seemed to have some sort of significance in your brain, you let it slip your mind as you were being coddled. 

----------------

And though you could not remember quite everything that happened during your adventures in the forest by your Pa’s home, you were left with an uneasy feeling in your gut like something was missing. As the familiar crumble of gravel marked the beginning of the journey back to Tokyo, you couldn’t help but gaze upon the slowly receding forest. The tall trees swayed mystically in an enchanting embrace like they were reaching out for you; saddened by you leaving. You wanted to reach back too- only being separated by the pane of the SUV’s car window.

To you, summer was about catching frogs, playing king-of-the-rock, gazing upon fireflies, eating fatty tuna onigiri in the summer warmth, and oddly enough- about two orange foxes with identical brown eyes. To you, the feeling of summer was like home. 

The trickling streams of the frog pond, fireflies fluttering in the dimming night sky, the smell of the deep amber woods and yesterday’s rain; vibrant dusk tinting our fading summer memories.

End~

Oikawa Tooru felt a bit dizzy behind his eyes. Maybe the gymnasium lights were too bright.

Or maybe it was her—standing there, just here for your brother Yahaba’s match—lingering by the bleachers after the game, fingers curled around his water bottle like you had every right to be there [you did], and no right to make his pulse stutter [you absolutely did].

Oikawa noticed the exact moment you walked in. Of course he did; he had a sixth sense for these things—he could read the shift in air pressure before a serve, the angle of Iwaizumi’s exasperated scowls, and especially, the gaze of a pretty spectator watching him with quiet intensity that made his skin prickle.

And now, despite his legendary focus, his brain short-circuited like bad Wi-Fi.

Badum.

His heartbeat was obnoxiously loud, the kind of dramatic thud that belonged in a shoujo manga, not in his stupid chest. He tightened his grip on the volleyball, knuckles whitening.

Focus. Serve. Ace. Repeat.

But then—then—you looked up. And smiled. At him? No. No, definitely at Iwaizumi, who was stretching behind him like some muscle-bound shoujo rival. Not that Oikawa noticed. Or cared. Obviously.

“Oikawa!” Coach barked. “You’re up.”

Right. Serve. He could do this. He’d done it a thousand times.

He tossed the ball, leapt—

—and his knee almost buckled when your voice cut clean through his focus.

“Nice form, Oikawa.”

The ball sailed straight into the net. thwap.

Silence.

“Wow,” Iwaizumi deadpanned. “That was embarrassing even for you.”

Oikawa’s cheeks burned. “A fluke!” he declared, flipping his hair. “The air was... wrong. And my shoelaces were—”

“You’re staring at [Name] again,” Hanamaki stage whispered.

“I’m not—!” But his traitorous pulse was already sprinting ahead without him. And it only took one sentence from you to prove him wrong.

“Oikawa.” Your voice, closer now. Too close. He turned—and there you were, tilting your head, a little frown on your face that flipped his stomach inside out.

He couldn’t say when you started affecting him. You were just supposed to help him with notes, as class president, catching him up after missed lectures. So why did your voice shake him more than a punch from Iwaizumi?

maybe it was because he was a keen observer..? He noticed how your pen would hover over the edge of his messy notes, then burst into doodles—bunnies in jerseys, a stick-figure Yahaba mid-sneeze—but you’d freeze when given a blank page.

How you empathized with everyone—the teacher, rivals, even the cranky lunch lady—but turned into a flustered mess when he thanked you. Left ink-smudges on your cheek he ached to wipe away.

And the way you bit your lip trying not to laugh at his dumb jokes, turning your lower lip a soft, tempting pink.

Oikawa Tooru knew exactly why he liked you. He was doomed.

“Are you okay? You look tiptop—just like you do on TV.”

The gym air turned to concrete in his lungs. His brain screeched to a halt like a buffering video.

TV.

TV.

TV.

“…TV?” he croaked, voice cracking like an old vinyl record.

You spun Yahaba’s water bottle cap between your fingers. “Yeah, I caught your match while flipping channels.” A pause. “Right when you said that thing about—”

Oikawa’s entire life flashed before his eyes.

Please no.

“‘If you’re gonna hit it,’” you quoted, eyes crinkling, “‘hit it until it breaks.’”

Nuclear silence. Iwaizumi looked like chrismtmas came early“She knows your catchphrase,” he grinned.

“IT’S NOT A—” Oikawa clutched his hair, executing The Exact Flip mid-panic. “I WAS FIFTEEN! IT WAS METAPHORICAL!”

“Sounded pretty literal before the Shiratorizawa match,” Matsukawa said casually.

“With tears in your eyes,” Hanamaki added.

You blinked. “Wait, really?”

“NO!” Oikawa shrieked, voice hitting frequencies only dogs could hear. “THEY’RE LYING—YOU GUYS I SWEAR TO—”

Through the chaos, you smiled. Soft. Infuriating. “I thought it was cute. Kinda cool, too.”

Oikawa’s brain blue-screened.

Because that was the worst part. You liked it. You remembered him. And now his heart was pounding loud enough to echo across the entire prefecture. He likes you. Oikawa tooru likes you.

“Aw,” Hanamaki cooed. “Captain’s blushing.”

“I’M NOT—!”

“Wait, wait,” Matsukawa cut in, eyes gleaming.

“[Name], you do know our captain has this weird habit of staring at the bleachers during timeouts, right?”

You blinked. “Huh?”

"Like he's looking for someone" Hanamaki singsonged.

Oikawa made a sound like a deflating balloon. “You all just lost your bestfriend priveledges.”

“Oikawa,” Iwaizumi said solemnly, “just admit you like that she watched—”

“NO!” Oikawa lunged, spectacularly missing as Iwaizumi dodged.

“HE DOES THAT,” Hanamaki told you brightly, “when he’s—”

Oikawa’s shoe connected with his shin.

LOSER MEN ON TOP UGHHHHH.

“that escalated quickly”

Suna rintarou x fem!reader

Synopsis : you ask your childhood friend to show his pp due to a certain encounter.

cw : —smut, oral [f.receiving], cervix bruising, slight breeding kink, unprotected sex, fingering, degradation + praising [names called —pretty whore, doll], masochism, sadism, dacryphilia [suna likes seeing you cry], mean¡dom suna.

Note : you don't have to read the series to read the smut, stay horny friends. mdni.

↳ part : 1, ↳ part : 2, ↳ part : 3

“oh what's this?” then corner of his lips curled up, a sinister smirk and you know you got yourself tangled in a spider web, there is no backing out. “don't get shy on me now y/n, eyes on me”

Listen, it would have been really easy to keep your eyes on him but not like this

you are panting, you can't focus like this, he is so mean, suna's hand were gripped around your thighs so tightly that you know their will be marks left, both over his shoulder.

his pointy tongue has been making small circles around your bud, painfully lazily, painfully slowly. while his fingers? They held a ruthless pace, the long pale ones which were hitting you right on your gspot.

Your breaths are so shallow, with each and every strike against your gspot, with stripe of his long tongue against your perky clit, you feel the bliss, you will cum like this, your head is thrown back.

A little more push and you will be over, your eyes keep clenching due to jolts of pleasure everytime his finger moves a bit higher, and the most lustful things was how his eyes were directly observing every expression of your face.

a fox? Yeah they were smart and sneaky but suna, he isn't a fox he is a snake, his slanted eyes never leaves your face, you can see how his tongue flattens over your clit and how his lips wraps around your already swollen bud, to suck even more harshly.

he is enjoying your pain and pleasure, he is enjoying how tears were brimming in your eyes just to follow his words, he is enjoying how flustered you look every time you are about to let the knot in your stomach go, but just as it about to happen

he removes his hands, he removes his tongue and replaces your heat with a smile on his lips, a grin, a evil one.

“fuck— stop being a bitch” you stutter out, and you know shouldn't have said that when he is in control but he wouldn't mind that right he is your friend for year— his tongue is poking his cheek at your words, it seems so dangerous.

“a bitch you say?” he undoes his sweats and finally after the cruel hours of you imaging it, over and over again your eyes lands on his dick, oozing with a little precum, it looks a little bigger than last time, a little harder maybe.

“weren't you the one who was acting like a bitch in heat, all this while begging me to fuck you over” he scoffs, raising his eyebrows when you shudder hearing his words.

“don't tell me being humiliated gets you off” his hands pulls you abruptly closer by your thighs, to the edge of the bed, his lips twisted and amused, so close, a little more and you will be rubbing against him.

suna smells like being high in summer afternoon, intoxicating and mind enfulging, his one hand rests on your waist, closer to your mounds. he bents a little lower and you don't mean to whine but you do, he rubs his member on your core forming slow little shapes. “let's play a guessing game, we guess what turns us on, I will go first”

He slips in without a warning, you have imagined it more than you would like to admit but nothing could prepare you to hold his length, he isn't halfway through and you are filled, you moan loud enough that you know if you anyone was in the hallways they could hear you.

suna is not one to make noise in bed, but he can't help but curse at how tight you were, yeah maybe he was a little to big for you but that doesn't mean he wouldn't make you fit for him.

“you are a masochist” he slams in again and you scream, the stretch is too much for you, the pain is greater par with the pleasure but that doesn't make suna stop, so cute crying like that— who would have thought he could fuck his neighbors daughter so well, the one who trusted him to take care of you? Is now fucking you like you are his own personal doll.

He asks for your assumption, but your are blabbing mess the only thing you could do was moan more loudly as his pace started to increase, he is hitting your cervix already—

“moans? you got this right, pretty moans from a pretty whore” he hovers over you, leaning in right below your neck, his teeth sinks on your mound, away from your nipples but enough to make whine.

His hands move to grip you by your neck, veins popping out as he tightens it and your cloudy mind comes to a halt, he grunts feeling you clench down on him as he grips your neck more tightly, breaths shallow for you that your face becomes red, you feel like you will pass out

“choking” he seems proud, eyes intently watching your fucked out face. The tears that were threatening to come out of your eyes, once he moves faster, the water break loose and tears glides down your cheek. His hits were accurate, how could be so fast and not sloppy.

“aww are you crying?” he smirks, leaning in, mere inches away from your face, his hands that were wrapped around your neck finally let's you breath and grips your jaw, you were expecting a kiss, a slower pace when he inched more closer but he licked, he licked your tears away that escaped your eyes.

“guess your tears turn me on too” and you don't mean to shudder or clench around him at his words, but he feels the clench around his pulsating member ramming your heat, it's so hot— you like this under him, you feel friction against your walls, the knot in your stomach hanging just to let it go.

His pelvis keeps rubbing your clit, the accurate sharp hitting of his dick against your cervix leaves a burning sensation, it's bruised definitely, the muscle on his inside you keeps getting hard with each rub against your gspot, you will cum, you will cum.

“cumming” you manage to mumble out, your back is arched, and as you feel the rush pooling out of with the little rub against your clit his finger pressed on, your toe curls and you gush out against his member.

His pace gets a little sloppy as he feels your walls tightening more, his head thrown back as a small mewl of your names leaves his lips. That is gonna be painted in your mind forever.

But instead of him slowing down or rushing his escape that he feels around him, the warm hot hole which keeps squeezing him, his thumb moves to your perky nub and rubs, he lowers his face putting your nipple between in his teeth only to press down on it roughly.

“no, no too much ahh—” you moan out, slurring between your words. he sucks on your nipples more harshly, rolling the tip with his tongue, suna is clouded with being in you— the pleasure and satisfaction after having you after days and days of wet dreams

The warmth is finally satisfying, it finally feels complete and each thrust even if he pretends to be control, he is loosing it, he is loosing himself in you— fuck it,

you look so pretty under him shivering, like you are just a mess and only have him to guide you out, he crossed the friends line and if that means he gets to see such a pretty view under him, he will do it all over again.

Faster and sloppiler pace as he watches your eyes roll back due to the overstimulation all over again, he gets ready to move out and cum on your stomach but, the small mewl when you say 'inside' had his hips rolling in a new angle.

He grips your thigh, putting it over his shoulder, his thoughts stuck in his throat before it could finally reach his conscience, with another accurate push against your gspot, with another harsh hit on your cervix and with another clench by you, he paints your walls white.

Hot spurts of seed shooting inside you, the warmth alone makes you cum again with the overstimulation of your little nub, he places a sloppy kiss on your lips before pulling out.

Collapsing on the sheet beside you, you huff out— letting your breath catch, the fast orgasm still has your mind fuzzy.

You turn to look at suna, not as wrecked or visibly exhausted like you but he is panting, the hair is sticking to his forehead and his eyes are closed, the sweat is making his skin glow, he looks so hot. Did you just fuck this guy?

“hey,” you mumble, your voice comes off as a feeble sound, your throat was too strained due to the screaming, “I am on birth control so don't worry”

Suna turns to look directly into your eyes, his lips are twisted upwards, a mischievous one “that didn't bother me, you knocked up and swollen cause of me? Hot”

You almost choke yourself at his remark, and you wonder if the red bruises on your skin he left was more pigmented than your cheeks.

“one more round?”

“YOU DID WHAT?” the professor sighs once again, is yelling in his class a daily occurrence now? Atleast nobody cursed this time, he looks at the back of the glass from where the sound came and, ah yes it's the oh so familiar blond head and along with the girl who curses, again.

he takes his glasses off. “out now”

Yuuji terushima is still in shock, no he saw a mere inch of that hickey and wondered for a whole minute, did a whole fucking octopus attacked you with his suckling tentacles.

“y/n you can't walk properly, you are stumbling”

“I know” you whisper loudly, trying to keep your pace up to walk like a normal human being, the cramps in your thighs are still there. It's like you a bulldozer was drilled inside you.

But you would pay anything, anything to feel the ecstasy of his tongue rubbing softly against you. Anything to be held by his gruff hands, anything to feel him inside you.

and anything to feel the smell of his summer like hair, minty cologne he uses which was mixed a bit with the scent of cigar.

“I need details, babe” terushima yuuji stops you, clicking his tongue, a isolated place to talk about your sex life. It may sound creepy but he is your bestfriend he deserves to know. “hush, not now bitch” you roll your eyes, like what if someone hears about how suna plunged his fingers inside you, no no not safe.

“fine, then I won't tell you about atsumu's new girl” he has a smug smile, but you roll your eyes, placing your hands over your chest. “as if I care”

“oh, you will” he sounds so assure, quickly fumbling to take his phone out, he unlocks it, opening up his instagram. “its suna's ex” huh.

“knew tsumu was a scumbag, how could he fuck his bestfriend's ex” you spat out, taking the phone from his hand, you don't really care about which suna's ex this was, non insignificant. but she looks pretty.

“says the one who fucked their ex's bestfriend, and suna also did the same you know” you scoff, mumbling to reason how you were the hot ex of miya and suna was the hot bestfriend— its different with hot people apparently.

“we are not talking about this again, we are adults we can fuck whoever you want”

“but you said he was a scumbag first for doing that”

“you are supposed take my side”

“suna, tsumu went out with that half korean girl last saturday” Osamu, puts the drink for his friend on the kitchen counter, its his brother he is bitching about he knows, he is a douchebag he will agree.

but he doesn't want that bastard to have a black eye so if that means he has to apologize for him, he will do it.

“oh yeah?” suna puts his phone on the desk, eyes still lingering on the typing sign on his screen, he is least bothered, he is chewing his lips in anctipation for your message to pop up.

“can't believe he is going for your ex” Osamu sighs, waiting for a reaction but he notices as his lips are turned a bit upwards when the ding of notification pops on his screen.

“that doesn't bother you?” suna finally looks up after typing out something, nonchalant expression as he slips his phone into his jacket.

“can't really blame him while I am making his ex's heartbeat faster too” that leaves osamu dumbfounded, which ex— atsumu had tons of flings and relationship so if suna was going out one his girlfriend it wouldn't bother him. right?

“which one?” he raises his eyebrow taking a chuck of his drink, the cold liquid leaves a burn in his throat.

“y/n” Osamu chokes, spits the drink almost out, Oh that will bother atsumu miya real well.

“for real?” he stares at suna, slurring between his word, a simple nod confirms the deal, suna isn't one to joke around with stuff like this.

“never knew you were the gentleman cheesy type, making her heartbeat faster and stuff” he scoffs, sipping his drink once again.

“oh” suna pauses, a smirk tugging on his lips, as his tongue pokes the inside of his check. “the other heartbeat, down south”

que to osamu choking again

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“that escalated quickly”

Suna x fem!reader

Synopsis : you ask your childhood friend to show his pp due to a certain encounter

Note : AHHH SIR SUNA DRIVES ME INSANE HONESTLY, READ THE OTHER PARTS FOR BETTER UNDERSTANDING, mdni

⩩ part : 1, ⩩ part : 2, current, part : 4

“FUCK FUCK” you stutter aloud in class, you turn to your bestfriend to tell him the code red news but the widen gaze of his makes your excitement to come in a halt.

with a awkward realization developing in the back of your mind, you look around yourself, as expected several eyes looking back at you and a piercing gaze just from the front of the class. shit, you just didn't do that.

“miss l/n, out of my class now” with a sharp tone and dagger like gaze thrown at your way, you feel the shudder in your spine.

“gladly” mumbling to yourself, you scramble your things with shaky hands. the shock that you got from a certain ex inarizaki bastard is making your knees wobble.

Taking a note of your, what to say trembling and flushed state, any other bestfriend would have told you need to go to the nurse immediately or to take some rest. but,

Yuuji terushima, knows better than that. years of experience gets him to the conclusion that you must have seen something which had either made you excited or disgusted. A porn maybe, a dirty text or is it a nude?

He helps himself to pack his things too, lazily standing up to follow you and listen to your code red. the professor gives him a raised eyebrow, followed with a questionable look. “where do you think you are going?”

“will accompany y/n, she doesn't look so good” the professor takes a quicky glance again at your way, yeah you do look kind of freaked out, he just nods at terushima's way and you feel relieved that you can fuss about the whole thing to him.

You remember the first time he tired to kabedon you once you entered college but missed miserably, embarrassing indeed but that was the beginning of your crack friendship, he is a great friend, a perfect listener, one who can always cheer you up and a spontaneous ride.

He can be a bit much sometimes, but trusting him was so easy after you overcame his advances, even if he is know for being the infamous playboy, he behaves like a kid with his friends around.

Stepping faster to a isolated place in the hallway, you gasp loudly turning to him, grasping yuuji by his jacket you practically shove your damn phone onto his face.

“calm down—woah, WOAH” he was expecting something nasty surely, but not from the guy who was ghosting you, and damn, those fine abs and large hands which were wrapped so well around his it— with that angle. Suna definitely was a photography major.

and he finally gets it why you have been wanting to fuck suna rintarou, he also gets why some of the boys call suna, horse cock. Questioning his sexuality somewhat, he makes a mental note to ask the both of you for a threesome.

“I know” you rasp loudly, nodding your head furiously when he returns the pleased expression, like he approves of your choice.

But you were still mad at suna. He took every chance to cut you off and you thought your horny senses really got you to break off your friendship but you wish he could just talk it out with you.

But this. THIS? It's fucking ten am in the morning, and he had the audacity to send you a nude during the class which he purposely ditched?

“what should I do?” you pull at yuji's sleeves with a loud sigh, and nag in your tone. Just like a little kid who is confused to choose which flavor of ice cream they want, for them it's a crisis at their age and for you it's a crisis for your age.

“fuck him? Didn't you want to do that all along” he removes your hands from his sleeve, yeah you aren't not wrinkling his branded shirt, smacking you softly on your head, you wince like you just have been shot with a bullet. People who walk by will probably think it's a dramatic commotion, because it is.

“HE GHOSTED ME”

“and you are desperate”

What happened to your bestfriend who supported you? He shouldn't point your horniness out, because you will return the favor and he wouldn't survive a day.

“it's not like he wasn't into you as— oh, OH” he yanks you behind the nearest pillar, looming to glance behind you, hands gripped on your forearm, he peeks leaning sideways while trying to not get noticed.

“wait what happened” you furrow your eyebrows, curious to know what you both are hiding from? His another one night stand or his two weeks girlfriend? you try to look back but he doesn't let you move.

“blond bastard on our radar” he mumbles

“you mean yourself?”

He rolls his eyes, “no, miya” followed with a fake sweet smile. You furrow your brows, it's not like he will be able to do something if he sees you so what's the fuss?

Terushima looks back at your face, a total confusion plastered, he sighs “with the bestfriend you are trying to fuck” oh. You will have to thank him for that one.

you flinch, kneeling down a little, like that's gonna hide you. you whisper to yuuji to stand infront of you and guard you until they pass by but before you could finish your sentence, you already hear the hoarse voice which rejected you that night.

“y/n, hey, do you mind if we talk back at our place”

You really ponder over how coming all the way to his dorm was actually not a good option at all from the very start, you skipped your class for him right after he offered that can both of you talk, alone at his place?

Damn, where did your pride go— you really were just going on with hormones that affected your sense of right and wrong.

With how small the place was, it was suffocating, the aircon is on but all you can feel is heat radiating off you and your surroundings.

Especially off the guy who was just five feet away from you, the way his hand was fiddling with his watch so he could take it off, the same pretty hands which were probably wrapped around something that you desperatly wanted to see again.

“y/n, take a seat instead of standing awkwardly” you stiffly look at his face again, a raised eyebrow and a plain expression he usually wear to cover his emotions but you wonder if he feels nervous and anxious as you.

You slowly moved to turn his chair around, shifting it away afrom his desk but you are stopped with a soft little, 'huh' ringing in your ears.

Snapping your head back, you see suna sitting on his bed, hands supporting his weight from behind while his face titled with narrowed eyes, eyes that shimmers with confusion that said, why weren't you sitting on his bed ?

“cmon' sit”

“on your lap?” you try to crack a joke to lighten the mood, followed with laughs. Only from you that is, awkwardly stopping, you tighten your lips into a thin line, you feel you can successfully die now.

“sure, I'm more comfortable than that chair atleast” you choke, that totally catched you off guard, widen eyes and words fumbling out your lips that you don't even comprehend.

He looks so sexy, slanted eyes which observes your every move, sweatpants which makes everything so prominent yet not enough that you want him to take it off, you want to slip it off yourself.

Suna laughs as you blush furiously, you are red to the tip of your ear, he feels bad, he didn't even tease you yet, why did he even call you over to his room, not like he had anything he particularly wanted to be done or can be done in his dorm only.

“y/n, don't need to get so flustered I was just kidding—”

“but I wasn't” you clench the strap of bag in your hands, moving on your feet before you can even come back to your sentence.

You were always called blunt, naive with the things and abrupt decisions you made, you and him, both knows making a risky step is no good for you, yet you are tempted by your so called desire you can't seem to control. No,

You don't want to control.

So before you even gave the consequences of your action a thought, your hands were already on his shoulder, your leg pressed on the mattress that you placed between his thighs, eyes lost into each other's, you felt his hot breath on your neck.

“can I see your dick please”

This time, you weren't sick or high enough to blame your stubborness or call it craziness on something— with a straight mind you dug your own grave and,

This time, suna won't take any responsibility, he decided he won't also think about the risk, not on the red mark left on you due to the way he gripped your waist when he flipped you over his soft mattress.

“go ahead and have me”

A green light

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“that escalated quickly”

Suna x fem!reader

Synopsis : you ask your childhood friend to show his pp due to a certain encounter

Note : YOU NEED TO READ A SMALL PART ONE TO GET IT SO DONT MISS IT OUT, mdni.

 ⩩ part : 1, current one, ⩩ part : 3

Mouth agape, your eyes shimmering, looking straight into his green ones, while your hands rests upon his thighs to hold yourself.

The hot breath on his tip is leaving him with tingles under his skin and just when the wetness of your tongue meets his dick, suna loses it.

He holds your jaw, and as on command, just like a obedient kitten, your lips wraps around his member tightly, mind fuzzy as his tip feels the back of your throat, he shudders, it's just halfway through.

“y/n” your eyes locks with his again, his heart is beating abruptly and even if he could feel the caverns of your mouth, it isn't warm enough.

The inexperienced swirl of your tongue even if gives him jolts throughout his body, it just doesn't satisfy the desire at the pit of his stomach and he feels the need to hold your head and mouthfuck you mercilessly.

But with the doe eyes that you look up, they look so fond of what they were seeing now, his thighs clenches, fuck he is cumming just from looking at your face—

Pants followed with clenched eyes, he is prepared to paint your mouth white yet the stimulation disappears.

Eyes shot open immediately searching for the incomplete warmth, but the only thing he sees is his dim ceiling, sheets half covering his body and how the ticking sound of the clock is echoing through his dorm.

Yet another wet dream this week, suna probably has gone crazy to think about you that way especially after he himself left your dorm, turning your sweet request down.

He is no where near a virgin but man, his wet dreams nowadays, especially about you makes him take a memory tour when he was going through his puberty. Horny and restless.

He seems like a dick, he has been called one here and there but he wasn't one to his dear friends but now even suna is rethinking if the jerk contact saved in atsumu's phone for him was really deserving.

Because he left you, no not by just telling you that you are sick and you will regret this but after leaving hickeys on your skins and with a red swollen lips of his own.

He rejected your proposal and yet he had the audacity to pull you closer, grip your waist and make out with you. It seems like he is the one who is out of his mind.

And If that wasn't enough, he has been avoiding you when you try to talk, skipping classes that had dear y/n in it too, canceling group hangouts which includes you and all sorts of stuff a person would do when they ghost you.

But shit, how could he face you when everytime he looks at your face more than ten seconds, he could feel his pants tightening, his dick twitching. he is shameless, he wants to bang his head against the wall.

Because believe him, he is not someone who cares about this type of stuff alot, or care about someone that much to hold himself back— he believed that one night stands were okay, since it's a adult thing.

But is it really okay for him to do this when you are his friend, because your parents sure trust him not to fuck their daughter or have wet dreams about you.

Fuck this is all you fault, If you just didn't, didn't ask him with those doe eyes, glimmering with desperation like a kid who wants a toy, yet those facile eyes showed lust, lust which were overcoming your senses.

The same lust that is now clouding his mind by just the thought of you. It's a lie if he said he doesn't want to wreck you on his cock, he wonders how satisfying and warmer it will feel inside you in reality rather than those empty dreams.

Your fucked out face and you just moaning his name, with the same sickeningly sweet tone you used over the years to call him.

That's cuts off to how his hands are again roughly palming himself while he sat on the toilet uncomfortably, fuck no he should stop. He really should stop jerking off to the thought of you, to the photo of you in his phone.

The photo you sent on the same night he left you being wet and restless, the night he left with a visible buldge in his pant, the night he first jerked off to you, exposed thighs visible on his screen in a way that with just a little more heists up of your skirt and he could see your heat leaking through you.

Maybe he should also let you see the dick, you wanted to see so adorably, with his pretty hands wrapped around it?

suna rintarnou sent a snap.

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“that escalated quickly”

Suna x fem!reader

Synopsis : you ask your childhood friend to show his pp due to a certain encounter

“Are you out of your mind?” If you didn't know suna better, you would think he is mad at you but being his friends since preschool really makes you know him more than a way you want to know.

The subtle red tone that is crawling up his neck and his burning ears, the usual no emotion facade is long gone and beneath those green slanted eyes you can tell how he trying to hide how flustered he is.

You comprehend his statement for a while in your head and if you say so yourself, you really must have lost your mind, because who in their right mind asks a friend who came to take care of you when you are sick, to show them their dick.

"Is this post breakup trauma?" Suna deadpans regarding your lack of response, standing up from your couch, while his hand moves to rub his template. He is speechless, his mind is blank, you caught him off guard he will give you that.

But how the fuck did you come in a conclusion where you want to see his dick?

Well, honestly it happened three days ago, friday noon when you accidentally entered the his room without knocking, and there was suna naked in all his glory, jerking off.

And you should have left immediately, you really should have but how could you not take a peek when his define adam's apple bobbed evidently, his head thrown back, his hair sticking to his face due to the sweat, sweat which was sliding down his collar bone towards his definite abs.

With eyes closed shut, breath heavy he looked like a true art, you know how handsome he is, everyone in your university knows really. But as your eyes scanned how his veiny long fingers were wrapped around his dick, you felt like drooling.

His dick looked tempting than the ice cream you wanted to have during your diet. because good lord, WHAT IN THE WORLD WAS THAT SIZE ???

Your ex boyfriend had a good size to himself but suna's. SUNA'S? It's not even comparable, just the average girth but who would have thought your childhood bestfriend was about 10 inches long. Okay maybe nine inches but you bet it would get bigger once he is hard.

It would have been fine if it was just long but you think it's prettier than his face, the pinkish tone covering it with a slight darken tone at the tip making it look like a cherry and AND— it had the perfect curves to reach places your fingers would never reach.

And while you were immersed in your perverted thoughts about how suna's dick was 10/10, he caught you staring at him, while he was, beating his thing. And honestly suna even knows if it was anyone else he wouldn't have freaked out that much, it was his fault jerking off without locking the door of his room after all.

But in his defense when he let out the not so shrill scream, it was because he thought people knock before they enter and good lord even if he expected to get caught never in his dream he would imagine you walking on him, his friend for years.

And you might have left being embarrassed head to toe that day and apologized through phone that evening , and after sharing few classes after that day you definitely also pretended to act normal like things didn't happen, but it would be a lie if you didn't unlock a desire to– well to put it in simple words, fuck suna.

You were noticing small things you never noticed, like how sharp his jawline was and were his fingers always so long ? that everytime your eyes fell on them, you would think about what places it could reach.

Also, was his grayish green eyes were so seducing, objectively speaking he was always handsome according to anyone who has a good eyesight, but you swear after seeing him that way, you were dragging suna with you in that gutters where your mind lies.

Because you swear to god you are always calm and collected especially not this horny, for godsake suna came to your dorm with a warm porridge and medicine in his hand, asking how you were feeling just for you to ask.

"Can I see your dick?"

SHOULD I MAKE THIS A SERIES? Oh, BTW THE CONCEPT FOR THIS FICTION IS FROM A MANHWA SERIES CALLED “how I came to like my male friend” I just read the first few chapters and had to make something about it.

⩩ part : 2 , part - 3

Kuroo x fem reader x oikawa

Synopsis : After years spent by a certain setter along with a small toddler mending you heart, your life was a just like a blissful movie with a happy ending. But little did you know the person who gave you not only the worst years of your life but also the small ball of sunshine, decided to suddenly make a appearance in your fairytale when fate played a wild card.

READ THE NOTE 📝 : well kuroo got a lot of hate from the previous chapter which was a little bit deserved but he was also just much as in love with y/n, as y/n was with him. Also I wanted to show a y/n x oikawa scenario so there you go.

Previous | where it all went wrong | next

It was a summer noon— when you first met oikawa. Or what you thought was your first meeting to be more precise. You were sitting under a umbrella at the beach, all alone watching girls around your age enjoy their youth in bikinis where you were in some baggy clothes you found in Brazil. Atleast they looked cute.

Thoughts stammering your brain as the humid breeze was warming your skin. Unlike the cold wind in Japan which freezed your heart to not get broken anymore.

You wonder where it all went wrong? Maybe if you didn't approach the bright chemistry student you recognized from the grocery store you wouldn't be sitting at a beach party all alone at a foreign country. Maybe you wouldn't be worrying about how you will even pay your expenses while something or better someone was growing inside you. You wonder where it all went wrong that you have to cry yourself to sleep everyday because of a heartbreak from a person you could have given your life up for.

“What's a beautiful lady like you doing in those—" the sudden voice startled you, as you flinched due the stranger intruding you peaceful sulking session “–uh those questionable printed pajamas” the cheery voiced man questioned you, his eyes scanning or better judging your outfit as his figure blocked the rays of sunshine hitting your skin. But little did you already know that person was going to bring all the sunlight to your life.

You snapped your head upwards to meet the most beautiful shades of brown pair of eyes, eyes which were so different than those golden ones but with the same vibe, the same mishiveous and softness present in them.

"what do you mean questionably printed pajamas?" you scurred a little away from your mat laid on the sand while your eyes clearly checked him out. He was shirtless and God was not showing any mercy because if given a chance you would have liked to rub your face against those delicious looking abs—

Snap out it. Snap out of it

“by questionable I mean” the said boy squatted to meet your height. A black chain hanging on his chest, that decorated his defined collarbone. His hair looked so fluffy, they looked softer than the clouds floating in the sky and not to mention the natural pinkest tone of lips you have seen on a man. His body was built like a Greek God while his face could even make a woman jealous about how pretty it was.

He moved a little closer, his eye checking you from head to toe again and for a split second you bet his gaze stopped on your lips. “the egg plant sticking to the peach babe” he pointed his finger to the design on your full sleeves shirt.

He quirked his brow at the cohrent mumbles of words falling from your lips. He was too dazed by them to process the ‘you should be glad you are pretty’. The lips looked so tender, he wonder what It would feel like against his.

You glanced down to his pointed finger before squinting your eyes "no one" a whisper at first which made him look at your expression “NO ONE QUESTIONS MY FASHION SENSE” you yelled back at him with a expasreted expression, your eyebrows furrowed and lips formed in a frown. He would have said you looked cute if he wasnt intimidated by the yell.

Oikawa perhaps can be easily scared off but that doesn't apply when it is involving something that would hurt you. Emotionally or physically. So when he saw kuroo tetsurou at your little cafe that you both built together while he mended your heart he had to hold back himself with every ounce of strength left in his body to not go and punch his face.

The man before his eyes who now, even if looked vulnerable and paled, he could care any less. Because he saw you crying, Oikawa saw you all alone depressed with a wall built so high to not let anyone in your life.

And it took him years to climb up and make you love yourself first. Because he could care less about kuroo, especially when he saw you crave for something you couldn't have. Something you yearned so much but had to refrain yourself from trying to reach it.

He knew all too well how it felt to not feel the warmth and touch of the person someonr loved, when he was being friends with the most beautiful girl that he has ever seen and.

And he couldn't do anything about but just watch from afar— yearning for someone else just like you did. Maybe to some extent he can relate to kizumi— maybe to some extent he wanted to take you away from everyone else even if it meant he was selfish. So being friends with the person you loved was never easy. Especially not when it was being friends with the girl he fell harder for than the time he injured his knee no— than the time iwaizumi punched him in the stomach and pushed him into the pool.

“y/n- what—” the golden pair of eyes widened due to shock.

“kuroo you need to leave” you interrupted, your facial expression was crumbling slowly but your voice came out stern. No, you didn't want him to find out. Never, not like this atleast. He doesn't deserve to know. Or maybe he did? But you waited for him. Longer than the time he was supposed to have. He deserved to have.

"But y/n" that almost came out as a cry, pleading voice which sounds alike to the voice mails you sent him that day.

"Please" You begged looking at him, oikawa's hand gripping yours tightly, you were sure there would be a mark left but you couldn't be more grateful that he lets you talk, he supported you silently— the same way you wanted kuroo to when you stood alone in front of your parents. The thoughts of that day gives you shudder of the pain you suffered.

He sighed heavily, you looked so hurt and even if it has been over six years now, he could read your eyes just like the day he did first time when he met you at the grocery store for the first time. He remembered you looked so tired and the puffiness and red eyes was more than enough for him to guess you were crying. He didn't want a beautiful girl like you to be sad all by themselves, he remembers at that time even if you looked messy, he thought you were the prettiest girl he has ever seen in his entire 17 years of existence.

Kuroo also thinks back where it all wrong? that would he have been through less of a heartbreak, if he didn't cheer you up that day? Kuroo also thinks where he went wrong that the love his life leaves town, no— country suddenly without ever meeting him. Cause he knows he might have been the person who hurted you the most but he also knows nobody can love you like he did. So he smiles softly, looking into your anxious hurt eyes and back to the doe eyed boy who was looking at him intently too. Probably wondering why his mommy doesn't like the strange haired uncle. A sad chuckle escaping his mouth as he noticed the cute frown on kid's face, the frown seems similar to the one he saw on the old album of his childhood.

A knot continues to twist in his stomach as he left with a uncertainly feeling, heart clenched with tight lump on his throat barely helping him to breath. Guess the ring in his pocket wasn't going to be warm around someone's finger anytime soon. Guess the ring will stay again cold like it did for six heartbroken years.

"Goodmorning Mr l/n—"

"I don't want imbecile people like you knocking at my door. Leave before I call the cops" startled would have been a underestimated word to describe how shocked kuroo was by the sudden outburst. He knew your parents weren't fond of him but they never behaved disrespectful towards him.

"I don't understand what you meant" he asked shakily, watching the furious man infront of him take a deep sigh. "Where is y/n?" Kuroo still further continued

The older man quirked his brow at that, confusion dancing over his eyes a bit before the emotionaless facade doomed on his face again. "Doesn't she lives with you?" He asked nonchalantly, gritted teeth and squinted eyes as he turned to face kuroo better "and I could care less about that disgrace. She left yesterday evening only" with that the door was slammed on his face.

Yesterday evening? The hell did he mean. Kuroo's mind raced, it was raining and cold as heck yesterday and you weren't home. Did you get a cab atleast? You must be at your friend's right or called kenma. No he will call you once he reaches home.

Anxiousness bubbled in his stomach, he wanted to call you— and pick you up. He knows standing you up wasn't a option yesterday at all. But he was stuck at the shop, when the rain started, coincidentally his phone was dead that he couldn't even inform you that he will be unable to get to the dinner or unable to pick you up. He was going to surprise you. He was going to kneel down infront of you, infront of your parents and make you his for forever. Till death- no— till his soul diminishes into nothing he wanted to stay with you.

Since you were upset over him, he couldn't even get to start his plan— heck, all the while he was on his trip all he could think about is your lips against his, your soft fingers held tightly between his, your eyes locking with him accidentally and suddenly it was turning into a staring competition that he let's you win.

He has been thinking over it for months now, you were a year less than him in the university, meaning the job which is offered to him by the Japanese volleyball association can make him transfer to other side of Japan and you couldn't leave ofcourse. The hell he doesn't trust those college admirers of yours who he had been scaring off secretly with the help of bulky bokuto.

So that's why he bought the sapphire ring yesterday with all the savings he made over the years of university, kizumi was just supposed to help him choose a nice affordable shop, her getting hurt in the process and breaking his phone was not in the plan and neither was her friend shooting the video—

Nature was also playing a dirty trick on him after the vist to the clinic huh? He was held back my kizumi and her friend, they said it dangerous to go outside just yet and you will be alright in your parents classy house, they cared for you enough to not let you go home alone in that bad of weather right ?

Wrong.

He was now loosing his mind, after reckless driving to both of your shared apartment. The door was locked from outside meaning you didn't come home, he already called your friend's phone to ask them were you still living in their house? The answer was no. He texted every friend of yours in the city that he knew— but the same answer kept coming back. No one has heard from you.

He quickly opened the apartment door, hastily searching for any sign of you in the rooms but even the smell of sweetness of yours wasn't there. Its just like he left yesterday noon, shirts scattered over the bed which he piled up in bed while trying to find the black shirt you gifted him after getting your first pay.

Just to add every piece of thing to the day that made him love you more, the roses he forgot to take before living now were staled over the dinning table.

"Kuroo?"

His head immediately turned back, hoping to meet your beautiful face, a small twinkle of hope in his eyes that you were okay. That were still there with him. Still with him.

But he was rather met with a familiar slender pair of eyes, neat and clean hair as always the girl had— they were nothing like the messy hair your have in the morning which makes you look more cuter he thinks. Unlike you who hated them.

But it was tiny litte messy things you did kuroo liked, like the way you try to fix his hair which somehow ends up the same, the way you try to pack him a healthy lunch whenever you don't have morning class— though if he was honest it wasn't the best presentable bento but it tasted so good, and the small cupcake made up for the messiness. Right? You always told him that when he teased you about your bentos.

"Are you okay? You look pale" two pair of heels clicked inside the room, the sound echoing as slim fingers with trimmed nails held his arms tightly.

He didn't like her too sweet scent, it was almost like sourness hidden in the sweet smell which made him wanna gag. His facial expression changing to a irritated one as his hands tried to untangle himself from the girl infront of him.

"m'fine" he moved back a little, eyes not meeting hers, he has been avoiding any close contact with kizumi since the trip of his last semester because you didn't like it and what if you walked in right now and saw him in that girl's arms. He doesn't wanna make you feel bad or not good enough about yourself. Again.

"No you are not" the cold manicured hands cupped his face, making them look into the green eyes of hers, quite similar to the snakes he heard who were fake. She inched closer, her breath fanning over his lips. Kuroo was uncomfortable— no he didn't like this, sweats forming on his palm, he could feel the pressure on his blood increasing. He was sick of kizumi's touches.

"kizumi for God sake! Can you please stop touching me" a loud yell, followed with a silent and a shocked paired of eyes. Mouth agape as the woman's body filled with shame.

Kuroo meeting the vulnerable and defeated eyes of the fair girl reminded him of yours. Did he hurt another person again? A friend who was always beside him when he needed. Shit he regretted yelling. He could have asked for space instead.

"I-" he paused, his hands gripping his hair frustratedly. "Kizumi I am sorry I didn't mean that" his voice cracked, body weight dropping, slowly kneeling on the floor.

"It's just I am worried sick about y/n. She didn't— she didn't come home or neither is at any of her friend's house"

The figure infront of him knelt down too, hesitant hands now trying to wrap around the black haired male to give him a hug, to feel his warmth.

"I am sure she is fine— maybe she stopped at a hotel or took a cab?"

"I heard the voice messages"

He looked up at the ceiling, his eyes looked teary but still dry like his life has been sucked out of him.

"What?" the firm spoken girl inquired, shifting a little.

Shaky hands moving into his jacket pocket, as he took out his phone. Typing in your birthday date to unlock his phone, a chat popped up on the screen, he pushed the phone in the hands of the green eyed girl, kuroo could have bet he saw kizumi's eyes twinkle for a moment after reading the last message before the 'this user has blocked you' was shining on the screen.

I am sorry I don't think I can do this anymore. Goodbye I love you.

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