lvrmoons

[lvrmoons]

i am on my hands and knees begging for a shred of keigo takami baby bird kfc angel content from you, if you write hawks i will finally know true peace

— MEET & GREET ; 1 / 2 ; HAWKS ; 啓悟

summary: you manage to snag two VIP meet & greet tickets for your nephew's birthday. he insists you join him. part one of two. pairing: keigo takami ; hawks / f!reader word count: 3.1k tags: humor, meet-cute, pro hero culture, birbs ignores all relevant timelines yet again, fluff, phone-flirting, hawks is great with kids, t+, relatable pre-hook up hesitation, they will fuck next time a/n: hawks is the chappell roan of the mha universe. stop touching him. this man actually changed my brain chemistry in early 2023 but we don't need to talk about that. anways, this poll was on the ropes all day and i made the executive choice to feed the hawks birblets.

You feel like your face has been set in a semi-permanent cringe all morning. 

In your right hand, you're clutching your half-finished iced coffee for dear life. In your other, you're clinging to your nephew as he drags you through the convention center — one of the bright red wings of his beloved, homemade cosplay has started to go lopsided, and the six-year-old excitedly tugs it back in place as he tries to yank you forward.

"C'mon! We're gonna be late!" 

This really wasn't your scene.

Fan conventions had a way of making your skin itch. The amount of sexy All Mights you've seen this morning alone has to be some sort of milestone indicator for the environment. Whether nature is healing or dying, though, you have no idea. 

If you had it your way, you'd spend the rest of the day mingling through the artist stalls — but, to your nephew Hayami's point, the two of you had somewhere to be.

Your VIP meet-and-greet badge swings as you trip up and laugh. "Okay! Okay, slow down! You're about to yank my arm off!"

It was the best birthday gift imaginable for Hayami. You officially cemented your title as The Coolest Aunt Ever when you managed to snag the two VIP convention meet-and-greet tickets (complete with a professional photo and two signed copies of the convention's annual poster) after a harrowing seven hours in an online Ticketmaster line. There were only a hundred of them sold — and sure, you coulda thrown that pretty hunk of cash into a college fund for Hayami, but he was deeply in his hero phase. 

Originally you expected that Hayami's father, your brother-in-law, would want to go.

But, no, Hayami himself insisted you come with him.

After all, you helped me with my costume, he begged, I wouldn't have been able to do it without you!

That you did. Many a hot glue gun burn was suffered at the hands of those damn red feathers. If you squint from far away, the cosplay isn't half bad considering the thrift and dollar-store materials. It wasn't one of those inch-to-inch replicas, but it worked. 

He's like a cute, bouncing mini Hawks. Complete with goggles and wings.

And Hayami is happy. And that's all that matters to you. 

The line is already pretty long, and Hayami runs his gloved hands along the line barriers as he races to his spot, audibly wooshing the whole way — just like Hawks does, probably. His badge jingles, and he hops to a stop as you come up behind him and pat his head. The six-year-old stands up on his tippy-toes, trying to see around the Miss Midnight fan in front of them. 

"Can you see him?" he chatters excitedly, "Ti, can you?"

He's called you Ti ever since he could speak. Auntie was too long, and the shortened version has stuck. 

You hop up onto your tippy-toes, mimicking him — and you swear you catch a glimpse of a crimson feather plumage over the gathered heads of the other meet-and-greet fans. It might be another cosplayer.

"I dunno," you whisper, your eyes darting to your phone's lock screen, "It's supposed to start any minute—"

The telltale roar of fanfare lets you know exactly who has just arrived. 

Hayami's excitement is palpable. Without a word, you're hauling him up and perching him on your shoulders. His hands land in your hair, and you can feel his smile from down here. 

"Ti! It's him!"

The line starts moving not long after, and you finish your iced coffee while Hayami stays perched on your shoulders, utterly starstruck. You weave through the barriers, moving up a few feet every minute, until you're only four or five people away from where Hawks sits behind a long table. 

You have to admit, the guy is pretty cute. 

Cuter than the fan-cams make him out to be, even. 

Sandy blonde hair, sharp gold eyes, and big wings. There's no doubt in your mind he's showboating, but as people approach the table, you notice this hesitant twitch ripple through the red feathers every time someone gets a little too close. 

That cringe from earlier washes over your face again as a girl reaches over the table to roughly run her fingers across one of his flight feathers. 

It's Keigo's least favorite part of all this. 

I mean, there's a part of him that gets it. He's the #2 Hero in all of Japan. He's a big deal. He's top of the popularity polls, he's the people's bird, y'know? He's a marketed commodity that sells out each and every time. 

But, that doesn't mean he likes being touched.

Especially the wings. Hands off the wings.

"Hey, Hayami?" you ask, tilting your head up as you both step forward.

You can feel the sudden nervousness creeping up on Hayami as he nods and looks down at you. "Y-Yea?"

"Make sure you ask for permission if you touch his wings, okay?" you say gently, muscling him down from your shoulders and doing a once over on his mini-Hawks cosplay, "And remember to tell him your name!"

Hayami nods, his nerves palpable as he realizes the two of you are next. 

On instinct, his hand shoots out and grips yours for dear life. 

And then, one of the marketers waves the two of you forward.

The first word that comes to Keigo's mind is MILF. You're cute. Real cute. Definitely not the usual sort he meets at conventions, and definitely not the usual sort that buys a ticket to his meet-and-greets. The kid clinging to your arm is arguably even cuter, and Hawks can't hide the blooming grin on his face when the pair of you step forward.

"Woa-ho!" he yaps from behind the patterned table, "Dude! Nice outfit!"

Hayami is panicking. You can tell from his shocked silence as the two of you step forward. You bend at the knees, squatting to your nephew's height, then encourage him to go ahead, go on. His big, brown eyes bob from you to Hawks. 

"Go ahead, Hayami," you encourage softly, "Say hi."

Oh, shit. You're really cute. Is this your kid? Nah, no way. You're way too young to be his mom. Unless—

You've seriously got him weighing the pros and cons of step-fatherhood and he doesn't even know your name. 

He could do stepdad shit at twenty-six. Right?

"Hi, Mr. Hawks," comes the shy voice of the mini Hawks before him; the sandy blonde's chest clenches. 

This is too fuckin' cute.

"Heh, hey kid," he chirps back, leaning forward on the table as his mouth curves into a friendly grin; Hawks' eyes are trained on the kid's growing smile, "What's your name?"

"H-Hayami."

"It's cool t' meetcha, Hayami," Hawks parrots as your own proud smile grows. There's relief flooding your shoulders. Thank god, Hayami didn't choke the clutch moment, "I like your wings, lil' dude!"

Hayami gives a little turn, wiggling his prized, handmade possession. His confidence is building; the compliment lights the kid's cheeks up. 

"My aunt helped me make them!" Hayami chatters, his eyes brightening from behind the flight goggles strapped to his head, "She says I need to ask for your permission to touch your feathers!"

Keigo's gold eyes slip to your face. You give him an apologetic grimace, your eyes flicking to the girl beyond the VIP area still screaming about how she touched him, she touched Hawks, oh my god. You mouth out a silent apology.

Hawks' finds himself a little speechless. Doesn't happen often. 

He's not used to having some say in how he's objectified and consumed.

A sandy brow quirks as he pushes his yellow-tinted visor up, and into his hair. He seems shocked. It's not an expression you've seen on the #2 before — and in the last few weeks, you've seen plenty of Hawks content during Hayami's cosplaying journey. The reference material is pretty expansive.

"That's real considerate, chickadee — I appreciate that," his voice is soft; his smile is a little looser, "C'mere, Hayami, you wanna hold a feather while I sign your poster?"

This is, like, the best day of Hayami's life. 

Hawks brings his visor back down. 

You stand to full height, wringing your purse's strap, watching Hayami hold both hands out as one of the delicate pieces of plumage floats into his hands on command. He cradles it like treasure, his big brown eyes glimmering with new-found amazement. 

You step forward, and place a hand on Hayami's shoulder as he gently ushers his hands toward your face. "Ti, look, isn't this, like, the coolest thing ever — it's one of Hawks' feathers!"

Hawks' eyes flick up to the two of you as his pen darts across the two VIP package posters. There's a smirk on his face as he pays half attention to the task of signing. 

And scribbling his number on the back of one.

"I see that," you chuckle, leaning in to inspect the beautiful, crimson feather, "Make sure you say th—"

Before you finish your sentence, the very feather in question darts up to tickle the tip of your nose. Your immediate reaction is to scrunch your nose and grin. It's not so much ticklish as it is gentle. For good measure, Hawks gives Hayami a little brush on the cheek, too. The boy descends into delighted laughter, allowing the feather to zip back through the air and into its designated place in his wings. 

Hawks is smirking.

"Alright you two," comes the level voice of the marketer; the camera in her hands is bulky, and a signifier that their time meeting #2 is nearly up, "Let's get in nice and close for a photo!"

The table proves to be a bit of a pain, but you bend down to Hayami's height as Hawks leans over the table and gives you both bunny ears. The camera flash burns bright in your eyes as Hayami's hand darts into yours again. 

"Here you two go," Hawks rumbles easily; he's standing now, and you find yourself yet again struck by how handsome he is. He smells like summer air and some expensive cologne you'll probably never know the name of. Definitely one of his sponsors. 

You take both posters, as Hayami's excitement seems to overflow and he's nearly buzzing with excitement to know he has Hawks' autograph. The boy bounces at your heels as he clutches his signed copy of the annual convention poster. His big, brown eyes are wide with pure joy. 

"Thank you!" Hayami chatters, "You're the best, Hawks!"

"Thank you," you smile, taking your own poster as Hayami's hand rockets back into yours.

"Nah, it's nothin', chickadee. Thanks for the manners," he calls after you with a touch of good humor, "You're real sweet."

"No problem!" you stutter out, thrown entirely by the compliment, as one of the other marketers guides you towards the exit with a hand on your back. 

"Oh, hey! One last thing!"

You flick your eyes back over your shoulder as you're shuffled out of the meet-and-greet.

You watch Hawks mouth 'check the poster', and with a hand held up to the side of his face. Then, 'call me'. 

"You're kidding me."

Hayami is finally asleep — and your sister is closing the door to his darkened bedroom as she hisses the words out. You're leaning against the hallway wall, arms crossed and looking entirely exasperated.

"I can't just call him," you say softly as you kick off the wall and follow her into the kitchen, "This isn't, like, the hot waiter who leaves his number on the receipt—"

"No, it's even better," she chatters, moving towards the unfinished glass of wine that sits on the dinner table, "I swear to god if you don't pick up that phone and call him right now—"

It's your brother-in-law who speaks up from the couch. "What's stopping you?"

"I don't know, being chronically single?" you cry as you throw your hands, "I haven't gotten a wax in months—"

"You seriously think #2 cares?" comes your sister's flat reply.

Your brother-in-law mimics her affectation. He throws a finger in the air. "Real heroes don't care."

The two of them high-five. 

...They're probably right.

You suck your teeth as you cross your arms again and weigh your options.

I mean — it's only eight o'clock. It's early. And it's a Friday. 

It could go two ways — you break your year-long dry spell with the #2 pro-hero in the country, or it's a total bust and he turns out to be a massive weirdo. Both are frankly pretty entertaining. 

You chew your lip.

Then, you decide.

You kick off the wall and move towards your phone in the kitchen. It's sitting beside the poster. 

"Oh my god, are you doing it?" your sister calls from the couch, her hand gripping her husband's arm tightly.

"I'm doing it," you say, ignoring the bite of nervousness in your hands as you type in the cell number that was scrawledhastily on the back of the poster. 

"Ohmygod."

It's ringing.

Suddenly, you have an audience. Your sister and brother-in-law are crowding you, their faces wide and expectant as it continues to ring. You pull your thumb to your mouth, pushing your bottom lip between your teeth. You let it ring, and ring, and just when you settle that you're being sent to voicemail, there's a click and a voice.

"'Ello?"

Your sister slams her hand into her husband's back, the two of them scrambling in a sudden flash of limbs and excitement. You drag your thumb across your throat — gesturing for them to cut it out. 

"Uh, hi," you fumble, "Is this... Hawks?"

Suddenly, there's a bark of laughter on the other line. "The one and only. Who's this?"

A slow smirk tugs at your cheeks. "I checked the back of the poster — a bold move, y'know."

"Convention Cutie!" he practically cheers, "Hold on, hold on — gimme two seconds, lemme just land."

Your lips part and you blink. The mental image is a hell of a thing. You swallow down a bought of amusement. "Sure, sure, take your time."

Keigo was starting to doubt you'd actually call him. The convention wrapped up hours ago, and he already made himself busy by exploring the southern city. It's nice here. A little bit like his hometown. Not too much crime, which has made for a pretty uneventful evening.

Until now.

His boots touch down on the nearby rooftop and he settles into an easy squat. His wings tuck themselves tightly against his back. 

You can hear a bit of wind bristle against his end of the receiver. 

"Alright, alright, sorry," he rumbles out, "Now you've got my full, undivided attention—"

You tug on your bottom lip. Your sister and brother-in-law are entirely hooked on the little bits they're overhearing from their spot across the counter. Your sister takes a long drink of her wine.

"Am I... being a bit of a distraction?" you ask, "If now isn't a good time—"

"You've been a distraction all day," comes the smooooooth reply; even Keigo's proud of himself for that one, "I'm just out for a fly. Nothin' too serious. I am glad you called, though."

Oh, fuck. Your knees feel like jello. You white-knuckle grip the counter as your sister gnashes her teeth and mimics biting her fist in silent mimery.

"Yea?" you pry, fanning yourself as you lean farther against the counter. 

"Yea, definitely," Hawks grins as he tips his head back and checks out the stars, "You busy tomorrow night? I'd love to take you out to dinner."

There's a commotion across the kitchen. The two of them are smacking one another's arms, their genuine excitement is palpable as they try to stay quiet. They're failing.

"I'd love that, Hawks."

This is new for him.

Technically speaking, you're not a fan. Your nephew is. So, this doesn't technically qualify as one of those unspoken hero faux pas. Don't date fans. Then again, what does it matter? He can do whatever he wants. 

And you're cute. And nice. And kind. And maybe he's being a sap, but seeing you with your nephew made something in his heart tighten. He didn't even notice he was making a nest of scrapped trash from the posters around his seat until the afternoon was over. 

God, sometimes the evolutionarily deep, bird DNA thing is weird.

Hawks lets out a tight breath he didn't realize he was holding. 

"Cool. Okay. Uh, you... you chill with, like, 7pm?" he fiddles with his visor, "I'm... I'm free whenever so..."

He sounds nervous. Your grin is so bright it could outburn the sun. 

"That works for me," you say as you fiddle with your lip, "As far as dress code goes... Do I, like, need a flight suit?"

His laugh is warm. 

"No, no, I — I was gonna get us an Uber," his voice lilts into something more mischievous, "Unless..."

"Maybe after dinner," you remark easily, swaying side to side, "You can show me what those wings do?"

Oh, smooth. Real smooth. Keigo's face is warm. His wings in question twitch eagerly at the invitation. 

"You gonna ask before you touch?" he teases back into the receiver, his brow raised.

It's your turn to laugh. "Hey, it's called being polite."

"I appreciate it," he rumbles out, about earlier at the convention, "Seriously. People are grabby — these things are sensitive..."

"Making a mental note of that, and filing it away," you flirt openly as your sister cheers silently, "For after dinner, maybe."

Keigo's brain stutter-steps. His laugh is surprised. He's about to comment on how you might just be the girl of his dreams when suddenly the wail of sirens perks up his attention. It's two blocks over. Three fire engines. The wind is carrying the smell of acrid smoke. 

"Hey, chickadee, I, uh... I gotta go," he says, standing and allowing his attention to drift to the scene playing out in front of him; it's a house fire — must be — on the southern side of town, "I'll text you the spot for tomorrow, is that okay?"

"Of course, don't let me keep you," you hush, "I'll... text you?"

"I'm countin' on it."

"Bye, Hawks."

"See ya, chickadee."

You didn't even realize you were sweating until you put the phone down.

Your sister and her husband are there, eyes wide. "So?"

"So," you croon as you laugh and pridefully sway your hips, "I have plans tomorrow night."

Their screaming wakes up Hayami.

As you help the kid back to sleep, you keep it secret that he's a better wingman than you could have ever anticipated. 

[lvrmoons]

·.⌇ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. height difference + jjk men — seeing you struggling to initiate a kiss, ft. gojo, nanami, toji, choso

note. super self indulgent once again woopsies

tags. jjk men x female reader (separately). fluff, suggestive themes. size difference obviously: reader is shorter than the characters. little hint of an age gap in toji’s part (you; early 20’s, he early 30’s). reader gets referred to as ‘small, short, adorable’. nicknames used ‘baby, sweetheart, princess, little girl, angel’. includes drabbles for each character.

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

“what’s the matter, baby?” satoru easily notices whenever you’re internally debating something. you’d fidget with your clothes, look around and nibble on your bottom lip.

even if you say that it’s nothing, your lover knows that you mean the exact opposite. he walks hand-in-hand with you out of the boutique where he had bought you a pretty dress. his thumb rubs your skin gently, hoping to comfort you with whatever you’re struggling to say.

“it’s uhm,” you finally speak up. satoru halts his steps and tilts his head with a curious pout on his lips. he doesn’t wish to pressure you into anything, so he keeps quiet.

his blue eyes follow your movements from behind his sunglasses. you step closer to him, your small hands travelling up to gently hold onto his jacket. you gulp before balancing your entire body on your toes—creasing your shoes a bit by doing so.

at this point, satoru knows what you’re trying to do. your actions are absolutely adorable and make the sorcerer giggle. he wants nothing more than to squish your cheeks together for being so cute. especially because you’re failing to reach his lips.

“oh, do y’need help maybe?” satoru asks with a smug grin. you frown and try to stand on the tips of your toes, though that didn’t seem enough. your lover needs to lower his head a tad more for you to kiss him.

satoru tilts his head backwards instead. he loves to see you pout and struggle to carry out such an affectionate act. he can’t help it—you’re so fun to tease, “c’mon, you can do it, baby!”

when you give up due to his constant teasing, the white-haired man gasps dramatically. you smack his bicep and turn around with a huff, “forget it.”

before you can take another step away from him—satoru’s hand reaches out to hold your wrist. he pulls you back against his chest, warm palm holding your cheek and tilting your head up so his glossy lips could meet yours.

“sorry,” satoru mutters against your mouth. his tongue sneakily swipes against yours which causes you to squirm. he gives your bottom lip a playful nibble in response, “couldn’t resist teasing you a little.”

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎

“welcome home, dear!” you greet kento at the front door as per usual. he sighs in relief and smiles tiredly, appreciating your appearance before him. he seems utterly exhausted from his most recent mission.

“it’s good to see you, sweetheart,” kento shuts the door behind him. he takes off his shoes and places them where they belong before doing the same with his coat. he looks down at you as you help him tidy his belongings, “you’re looking beautiful tonight.”

to say you’re flustered is an understatement. kento always knows just how to get you shy and embarrassed from the casual way he compliments you. you’re in your pyjamas and apron—barefaced with nothing extra going on and yet your lover is completely engrossed by your looks.

“thank you,” you murmur back with a bright smile. kento smiles as well after seeing your happy expression. that’s what he does it for.

you hold kento’s hand and feel its warmth engulf your skin. his palms are a little rough; probably from the hard work he put into those recent missions he did. you look up at the blonde man in front of you and want nothing more than to kiss him—show your gratitude for everything he does for you.

thus, you lean in and stand on your toes, balancing on one foot whilst the other floats a few centimetres above the wooden floor. it’s hard to find a balance, though your attentive partner is quick to lend a hand.

“careful,” kento whispers, his voice so husky that you feel a shiver run down your spine. his big hands settle on your waist and he doesn’t waste a single second after that.

he leans in as well, head lowered to yours and your noses lightly brushing against each other. kento’s lips find your soft ones—interlocking them in a passion filled kiss. you can feel his entire body relax even more. as if he’s waited all day to be back home. to be back to you.

to kiss and hold you close.

𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

“over here, princess,” toji calls you over with a subtle wave. he’s leaning against a brick wall, hands in the pockets of his black jacket. you walk over to him with an excited smile—happy to spend some quality time together with him today.

“hey, i missed you,” you comment and wrap your arms around his waist. you nuzzle your face against his chest to which toji reacts by giving you an awkward head pat.

the older man lifts your head up and away from his body by holding onto your chin. his eyes run over your face, letting out a short content hum. he’s missed you a lot too. not that he’d tell you that directly.

“how’s uni for ya?” toji asks. the pad of his thumb rubs your cheek and you lean into his touch. it brings a little smirk to his face—seeing how easily you become putty in his hands is rather amusing.

“been okay for most part,” you shrug and fail to maintain eye contact with your boyfriend. he probably doesn’t do it on purpose, but his half-lidded eyes makes your lower abdomen feel funny.

you’re still so nervous around him, though you’ve got the guts to at least kiss him first. you missed the feeling of his lips against you after all. the constant, soothing rubs of his thumb against your cheek only intensifies your desire.

you lift yourself up on the tips of your shoes. your cold hands cup toji’s face and he immediately gets what you’re trying to do. he snickers at the sight of you struggling to reach him and acts like he doesn’t know what you want.

. . until you whine about how you really want to kiss him. that man is sold the moment he hears your whiny voice.

“fuck. c’mere, little girl,” toji’s veiny hands go around your waist and move down to cup your ass, his lips crashing down onto yours with a desperation he’s never kissed you with before.

𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎

“do i need to add salt? she’s talking too fast,” choso ask whilst scratching his head. he’s watching a youtube video on his phone; specifically a cooking one. he’s attempting to copy a recipe in his kitchen and you’re helping him since he doesn’t know too much about phones. and cooking apparently.

you giggle and grab the phone from the counter. the lady’s words are incomprehensible due to the video being on two times the usual speed. you return the settings to normal with a light hearted chuckle, “yeah, because you’ve sped up the video, silly.”

“oh,” choso smiles sheepishly. he checks the stove and makes sure the food isn’t burning before turning towards you, “thank you. you’re a lifesaver, heh.”

you can’t help but admire the view of choso in front of you. he’s in an apron which is too small on him since it’s yours—his chiseled chest accentuated by the fabric. his black hair is up in a small ponytail and his cheeks are red. probably from embarrassment.

“you’re adorable,” you comment lovingly. choso’s cheeks turn even redder by your compliment and he sputters some words about how he ‘needs to focus on his cooking’.

you interrupt his stammers by getting closer. your lover stops and his lips are parted—giving you the perfect chance to capture them into a kiss. well, you try to at least

choso notices your silent struggles and blinks. it takes him a second to fully grasp the situation before he decides on helping you. he smiles warmly, his beefy arms effortlessly lifting you up to his height, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist.

one hand is on your thigh, the other holding the back of your head to deepen your shared kiss. choso pulls away and attaches his lips to your neck, settling you the counter, “want more, angel. you drive me crazy.”

[lvrmoons]

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[lvrmoons]

TOLD YOU SO — ITOSHI SAE

pairing: itoshi sae x fem! reader content: reader wears a dress, a little possessive behavior on sae’s end, oliver aiku cameo notes: pretty eyes = pretty guys

You love Sae, you really do. Behind that apathetic, disinterested exterior lies a heart that beats in turn with yours. You love him, you really, really do, and you have to remind yourself of that as you ignore the side-eye he’s giving you that’s tinged with a certain smugness and screams, I told you so.

Okay, so it definitely was not the smartest move to forego a coat when you knew that this fundraiser was going to be on an outdoor rooftop bar in late fall. But none of your coats went with the dress you were wearing — a long, low-backed, satin number — which was the only thing you had that was formal enough for the event. Sae had looked you up and down when you two were getting ready in your apartment and said, “You’re going to be cold.”

“I’m fine,” you insisted, “it’s not even that cold out.”

“You need to bring a coat.”

“I’m really fine, Sae. I run hot, remember?”

He glanced at your outfit again and said, “You’re going to be freezing.”

You shrugged and gave him a cheeky smile. “Then I’ll just wear your coat.”

He rolled his eyes. “No way, I’m not going to be cold because of your poor judgment.”

You hummed, “I think you will.”

“And I think you’ll be freezing.”

“Guess we’ll both have to wait and see whose right.”

You really hate when he’s absolutely and utterly correct in an argument, because at the moment, you’re trying your best to pretend that the goosebumps climbing your skin is not due to the chilly evening air. You refuse to meet Sae’s eyes, enviously peeking at his suit jacket.

You shiver as a breeze blows by and you huff to yourself, mumbling that you’re going to get a drink. Maybe indulging in the open bar will warm you up. You weave through the crowd and make it to the bar, sighing when you feel the warmth from one of the few heat lamps set up around the area. You swear that your boyfriend made the two of you purposely stand in a corner without one to prove a point.

You order a martini and sip it as you stand in the heat for a few more seconds, relishing in it. It’s not total protection from the cold but it definitely helps some.

You feel someone sidle up next to you and say, “You’re Sae’s girlfriend, right?”

You turn and face the owner of the voice, extending your free hand. “Yeah, that’s me. Oliver Aiku, right?”

“In the flesh,” he chuckles and he shakes your hand. “It’s nice to finally meet you. We’ve been bugging Itoshi to introduce us since we saw you on his home screen.”

You smile involuntarily. That photo is from when you and Sae really started getting serious in your relationship, and he took you on a surprise trip to a little cottage in Mallorca. “Yeah, we’ve been trying to keep things pretty private.”

Oliver hums, “I get that, but it’s nice to finally meet the person who makes him actually crack a smile for once.”

You laugh at that and the two of you carry on a pleasant conversation. You finally get how so many people fall victim to Oliver’s charms, especially after so much press about his tendency towards womanizing; he’s easy to talk to, friendly, definitely charismatic, and undoubtedly easy on the eyes. At the end of the day, though, you wouldn’t trade your grumpy, green-eyed boyfriend for anyone in the world. Not when you get to see the softer edges of him when his walls crumble and he falls into your arms. You wouldn’t trade that for anything.

A particularly strong gust of wind makes you stiffen and set your glass down, wrapping your arms around yourself. Okay, you’ll finally admit it aloud: “It’s fucking freezing.”

Oliver raises an eyebrow and before you know it, he’s shrugging out of his jacket and draping it over your bare shoulders. “Better?”

You let out a sigh. “Much.”

“Aiku.” Sae’s voice sounds from behind you, tone sharp.

“Itoshi!” Oliver ignores the ice in your boyfriend’s tone as he motions to you. “Can’t believe you’ve been keeping this one from us! She’s certainly a charmer.”

Sae glares at him. “I know, she’s my girlfriend, which is why I don’t understand why she’s wearing your coat.”

“Oh, she said she was cold.”

Sae gives you a look, frowns, and he slides his jacket off his shoulders and holds it out to you. “Take this,” he says and you do, hiding your giddiness as you hand Oliver his jacket back. You sink into Sae’s suit jacket, letting the familiar scent of his cologne flood your senses.

Oliver pats your shoulder and says, “It was nice to meet you! Don’t be a stranger, ‘kay?” He disappears into the crowd and it’s your turn to give Sae a smug look.

“Don’t even,” he says.

You lean into him and he wraps an arm around your shoulder. “Guess we were both right in the end.”

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-best friend’s brother-

pairing: itoshi sae x gn! reader

warning(s): mentions of the previous night, rin being a protective bestie (in his own way), nothing too explicit, mentions of alcohol

!not proofread!

something was wrong.

no, that’s not it.

someone was missing.

that were rin’s first thoughts. more like his tenth but that’s not the point

you weren’t there- his best friend, wasn’t there.

now rin may not remember much from last night but he does remember you coming to the party with him.

so where were you?

he quickly checked his pockets for his phone but couldn’t find it. he looked around the living room (where he just woke up) for his phone.

checking all the places he could think of, he finally found it in the kitchen.

quickly opening up his phone ignoring the pictures form last night, he dials your number.

why were you not picking up?

he tries again, and on the third try you do pick up; voice still groggy from you just waking up.

“where are you?”

at his words you realize that you are not at reo’s house where the party was hosted.

looking around the room you deduced that you were probably in a hotel room, or this person was really really rich.

wait- you weren’t at reo’s house or your house. so just where were you?

frantically looking around the room your eyes landed on the figure beside you.

you had to double heck to see if you were hallucinating or not.

reddish-brown hair? check

teal eyes? check

unfairly big lashes? check

a muscular frame? check

you closed you eyes to get rid of the thoughts claiming your mind.

but that just seems to make you hyper aware of everything near you, like the weight of something around your waist.

snapping open your eyes, you looked down, just to realize that you were naked, and there was someone’s arm around you.

looking beside you, you came face to face with the one and only Itoshi Sae.

not to mention that he was naked too.

and to your (even more) surprise, he was looking at you with half lidded eyes, messed up hair (from only what you can assume happened last night).

but he doesn’t not seemed fazed at all and brings you closer with the arm that was still around your waist.

gently taking your phone from your hand, he puts it near his ear.

he could still hear his brother’s voice coming from the small device, trying to see if his best friend was okay.

“idiot you there? where are you? hello-“

“they’re a little busy right now. they’ll call you later.”

rin’s blood ran cold at his older brother’s voice. judging from his voice he just woke up too. don’t tell him-

still gawking at him, you manage to stutter out a few words, “wha-? huh?”

sae had already hung up on his little brother and was now looking at you with the same lazy eyes as before.

“sa-sae?”

“hm?”

“what are we doing here? aren’t you gonna let me go?” you said looking down at his arm still around you, practically gluing you down to bed.

“maybe later. i’m still tired”

your face flushed red at his comment. you can only assume why he was tired.

he changed his position so you were resting you head and on his chest.

lifting your head you looked up at him. he had his eyes closed. with a sigh you rested your head back on his chest, closing your eyes, trying to get a little rest before you’ll eventually have to explain to others what had happened.

feeling him kissed your forehead with a small “g’night” you smiled to yourself, snuggling closer to him.

“night” you mumbled before drifting off to sleep. both of you collectively ignoring rin (and isagi) who were trying to get a hold of you.

that was a problem for future you.

hehe i just love brother duos in anime.

itoshi brothers 🫱🏻‍🫲🏼 haitani brothers 🫱🏻‍🫲🏼 miya brothers

anygay thanks for reading!!

[lvrmoons]

Sleep talking

rin x reader (fluff)

About a few months into the relationship, Rin noticed your habit of sleep talking. And to be honest, he thought it was the most amusing thing ever.

The first time it happened, he barely registered what was going on.

“..Rin.. Rin!” You half yelled. Rin jolted awake at your voice, “What is it??” He looked around trying to adjust to the darkness.

“Hold my hand.” You lift your hand waiting. He felt around the darkness until he felt your hand and held it gently.

“.. Ok now you just take the end and put it over the middle.”

“..huh?” Just barely awake, Rin was beyond confused.

“Ugh no rin not like that!” You smacked his hand away, leaving him more confused.

“y/n, are you ok?” He held his now stinging hand and grumbled.

“Did you just get annoyed at me???!” You yell, “Fine then I’ll just leave I guess!” But you stayed laying down.

He stared at you, now wide awake and eyes adjusted to the dark.

It was quiet for the next few minutes and he decided to go back to sleep until

“FUCK YOU RIN! JUST BRAID THE GODDAMN HAIR” You sat up and flipped him off in the dark. He was quite speechless before he broke into laughter.

The next morning, he decided to not tell you of your cute habit and it became his little nightly entertainment. And since then, he still hasn’t told you that your little habit has made him fall more in love.

[lvrmoons]

+ series summary: miya atsumu knows he’s a charming guy, and he’s determined to make sure you know it too. (or, atsumu sprains his ankle, meets a cute doctor, is a shameless flirt, and sakusa is absolutely over it)

“This is all yer fault, Omi!”

“My fault? It’s your ankle.”

Atsumu winces as his teammate gestures down to his swollen ankle, an ice pack balanced over the inflamed tissue. It’s far from his first sports-related injury, and one would think he’d learned his lesson by now, but…

“Well, if ya had just given me a ride to practice, I woulda taped it ‘n we wouldn’t be here!” He tries to insist, gesturing around the bustling hospital emergency room.

Sakusa, who, according to their texts, had waited outside Atsumu’s apartment for fifteen minutes, just scoffs. “Set your alarm for earlier next time. Then you won’t be late!”

“Yer not supposed to yell at an injured person, Omi!”

Both men huff, arms crossed over chests and petulantly facing opposite directions by the time the curtain slides open.

“Miya-san?”

“Yeah,” he grumbles, shooting a half-hearted glare at his teammate, who he’s sure returns it with a scowl under that mask. “That’s me.”

There’s a quiet click as you set your tablet on a nearby surface, drawing Atsumu’s attention back to you as you introduce yourself, smiling.

His eyes widen slightly as he takes you in. Your light blue scrubs are slightly rumpled, as if you’d been sleeping in them. There are deep purple rings under your eyes that your concealer doesn’t entirely hide, and your hair is falling out of the loose bun gathered at the nape of your neck. Exhaustion lines your very being.

You just look like any other tired, young doctor, but your eyes are bright and focused. A determination he recognizes when fighting for the last point of a game.

God, you’re so pretty.

You’re also staring at him expectantly, waiting. Shit— had you said something?

“Oi!” Sakusa snaps. “You gonna answer her question?”

Atsumu blinks, heat crawling up his neck. “Sorry, what did ya say?”

You pull on a fresh pair of gloves, leaning down to remove the ice pack. “It’s fine. Your intake forms said this was a sports-related injury? Mind elaborating?”

“Uh, yeah,” he confirms, a hand rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, recalling the awkward way he’d stumbled off the court. “I came off a block and landed on it bad.”

You hum in affirmation, cool fingers gently inspecting his inflamed skin. “When you were coming in, you were able to put weight on it, correct?”

“Yeah,” he answers, recalling the way he’d dramatically thrown his arm around Omi’s shoulders. “But it was just real uncomfortable.”

A loose strand of hair falls over the side of your face when you look up at him, your brow furrowed. “But you could walk?”

“Yeah, ‘m pretty sure it’s just a sprain,” he answers confidently, hands twitching at his sides as he resists the urge to tuck your hair back. “But our team physician couldn’t make it to practice today, ‘n coach wanted me to make sure ‘cause we’ve got an out of town scrimmage next weekend. The team needs me because I’m the setter. Best in Japan, some say,” he winks, and maybe it’s a trick of the light, but he thinks he sees you blush.

Sakusa shakes his head, groaning. “I’m going to leave you here.”

“Well, we can’t let your team down, can we?” you smile, gently easing a hand underneath his swollen ankle. “I’m just going to test your range of motion. Tell me if you’re feeling any severe pain or discomfort at any point.”

He winces slightly as you shift his foot around, but it’s nothing he can’t handle. “Just mild discomfort,” he shrugs, puffing his chest and flexing his arms playfully. “‘M a pretty tough guy, ya know!”

“Oh my god,” he hears Sakusa mutter under his breath.

A single, breathless chuckle slips past your lips as you slip your gloves off and it makes Atsumu’s chest flutter, and leaves him craving more. “Well, you were right. This is just a minor sprain.” You pick up your tablet, your nails making a satisfying sound as you update his chart. “I trust you’re familiar with R.I.C.E?”

He sits up a little straighter, a satisfied grin curling on his lips. Oh, you’re forward, aren’t you?

He’s into it.

“Rice? ‘Course I am, I eat it all the time! Wait a minute, are ya askin’ me out to dinner?”

“No,” you and Sakusa say at the same time, the latter rolling his eyes.

“Ouch,” he winces, clutching his chest dramatically. “I thought doctors swore an oath to do no harm, but yer really hurtin’ me, sweetheart.”

“You’re very charming,” you hum amusedly, tucking your hair back behind your ear, pushing the edge of your tablet into your ribs and resting your forearms on it. “But I meant rest, ice, compression, and elevation. As an athlete and the ‘best setter in Japan,’ I assumed you’d be familiar with the acronym.”

“Why did ya put that in air quotes? I am the best setter in Japan. Ya want me to take off my shirt and prove it?”

Sakusa rubs a hand down his face, hissing, “Why would you need to take your shirt off?”

He’s already reaching for the neck of his practice jersey, tugging. “So she can see ma six pack!”

“I apologize for him, doctor,” Sakusa cuts in, grabbing Atsumu’s shirt and yanking it down over his near-exposed torso, shooting you an apologetic look. “He’s a twin, you know how desperate for attention they can be.”

“Hey!”

“It’s not a problem,” you assure them, ducking your head when you laugh. It’s charming, how hard you try to hide how flustered you are. “Okay, keep your weight off it as best as you can for the rest of the week. No training, practice, or strenuous physical activity until the swelling goes down. Your familiarity with the injury suggests you’ve had sprains before, so I suggest wearing a brace in the future. It’s not a 100% preventative measure, but the risk is diminished greatly. There are a lot of great options you could discuss with-”

“I’d be happy to discuss it with ya. Over dinner, maybe?”

"Nice try," you tease, which makes him pout. "You can discuss this matter further with your team physician or PT."

At the sound of two quick beeps, you reach your hand into your pocket, pulling out a pager. Atsumu’s heart drops into stomach, because he knows his window is closing and his time is almost up.

You glance down at the device, lips pursed into a tight line. “Um...I am going to get someone to quickly wrap this up for you, and then you can go sign yourself out and have dinner—” You hold up a finger when he opens his mouth. “—alone.”

Before he can argue, you’re yanking the curtain open, poking your head out and flagging down a passing intern. “Hey, can you finish this up for me? I’m needed for an incoming trauma. Oh, this is nothing complicated, just a sprain. Compression wrap, send him off.”

“Oi!” Atsumu shouts when you’re about to step out. “Why can’t you do it?”

“I’m currently needed elsewhere, but everything looks fine, and as soon as you’re done here, you can sign yourself out and head home,” you tell him, about to step out once more.

“Wait!” He yelps again, making the nurse that’s reaching for his ankle jump. “Don’t ya need to...write me a prescription or somethin’?

You pause, eying him warily. “For...a sprain?”

“Yes,” he insists, then grabs dramatically at his ankle. “Yes. The pain,” he wheezes, “It’s excruciating!”

Your stare is deadpan, disbelieving.

Then your pager beeps again, and you sigh. “You can purchase ibuprofen at any general store that sells over-the-counter pharmaceuticals. Good luck. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” You turn on your heel, waving once before disappearing into the hall.

The paper on the hospital cot crinkles as Atsumu sits up, swinging his legs over the bed. “Hey, wait!”

“You’re not supposed to put weight on it yet!” Sakusa reminds him, growling when Atsumu once again slings a heavy arm around his shoulders.

“I won’t if ya move yer ass, Omi! C’mon, after her!”

“I’m never agreeing to drive you anywhere again,” he mutters, helping his friend limp down the hall, ignoring the nurse’s protests.

They earn a few odd looks, which the setter waves off with the explanation, “it’s for love!”

“Hey, doc!” He hollers much louder than necessary when he spots you at the nurse’s station.

“Miya-san?” You understandably look confused as you slip your coat off, tossing it over the back of a chair, replacing it with a trauma gown. “Is everything alright?”

Atsumu pushes off of his friend, smirking as he awkwardly leans against the counter. “Maybe I should get yer number.” Your brows raise in shock, and a couple of the nurses behind the desk giggle. “Ya know, for if I have any questions while I’m at home - all alone - rice-ing.”

His teammate smacks the back of his head. “You’re unbelievable.”

You stare at him for a moment before fishing your notebook and pen out of your pocket, scribbling something down as Atsumu fist pumps triumphantly. You tear it off the pad as the sound of the ambulance sirens near, folding it twice before slapping it into his waiting palm.

“For medical questions only.” You tell him sternly, and Atsumu nods, like a liar, and you run off.

“Ya see that?” He asks, as if Sakusa hadn’t been standing there the entire time as a reluctant witness to this entire ordeal. “That’s how ya get a girl’s number, Omi.”

“By annoying her until she breaks?”

“Awe, c’mon, man! Just admit I’m smooth as— hey! Give that back,” he whines when the paper is snatched out of his hand.

“No, you’ll get this back when you get your ankle wrapped, now c’mon.”

The nurse appears behind them with a chair, and though Atsumu rolls his eyes, he drops himself into the seat.

“No way she actually gave you her number,” he hears his teammate mutter as the compression bandage is wrapped around his ankle. Atsumu gasps when he begins to unfold his prize.

“Oi! Ya don’t get to peek at it before me!”

He turns away before his grabby hands can reach, peering down at the paper for a few seconds before laughing, dropping the paper in his lap. Atsumu snatches it up, glancing down at your neat scrawl and groaning in defeat.

_

You stare down at the newspaper, brows raising in surprise when you scan the cover.

Black Jackals setter, Miya Atsumu, announced as GQ Japan’s Athlete of the Year.

Your mind wanders back to the charming athlete who’d so shamelessly flirted with you in the ER two weeks ago. To those warm brown eyes that’d gazed at you so intensely. To the confident smirk curled on his lips as he’d asked for your number.

You see them printed on the front page. Miya Atsumu, in all his glory, putting up a perfect set for the teammate who’d accompanied him to the hospital. He looks strong, handsome as the day you’d met him even covered in sweat.

And on his ankle, there's a brace.

You trace his image absentmindedly, smiling to yourself, unaware of the blush spreading across your cheeks.

“Doctor?” One of the interns says from the door. “There’s a man in the lobby that’s looking for you. He…asked for you by name. Was quite insistent that you see him.”

“Okay, I’ll be there in a minute.”

You draw a deep breath, squeezing your eyes shut and hiding your red face behind the newspaper momentarily, trying to calm your racing heart.

It’s not difficult to spot him in the bustling lobby of your hospital. All six-foot-something of him stands tall and proud, a mess of dyed blonde hair peeking out from underneath a black baseball cap.

“Back so soon?” You ask, stuffing your hands in the pockets of your lab coat. “What can I help you with today, Miya-san? How’s the ankle?”

He turns around at the sound of your voice, a charming grin stretching across his handsome face. “Better! That’s not what I’m here about, though.” He pauses, eyes flickering down momentarily. “Want me to sign that for ya?”

You glance down at the newspaper still clutched in your hand. Huh, you’d forgotten it was there. “I’d love that, actually. Bet it’d sell for a lot on eBay.”

“Oof,” he groans exaggeratedly. “You wound me, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you sigh, propping your hip against the front desk. “If it’s not your ankle, what brings the greatest setter in Japan back to our halls of healing?”

Atsumu suddenly leans in, crowding your personal space in a way that’s much too intimate in public. “I think I’m havin’ heart problems,” he whispers, soft lips brushing the shell of your ear. A warm shiver flows down your spine as his hot breaths roll against the skin of your neck.

Your playful mood instantly dissipates as you reach for your stethoscope, drawing back to look him in the eye. “Heart problems? Any difficulty breathing? Tightness in your chest?”

“Nah, nothin’ like that,” he tells you with a smirk, grabbing your hand and pressing your palm to his well-muscled chest. “I think you sprained ma heart."

Your brain short circuits. "What?"

"See, it kinda hurts when I'm all alone. 'Specially when I think about the pretty doctor who gave me a fake number even when I asked so nicely.”

“It was not fake,” you scoff, shoving his shoulder lightly with your free hand. “You can call 119 for emergency medical services.”

“But I wanted to call you,” he grins, pulling your hand up to press a kiss to the back of your fingers. “Lemme take ya out to dinner, doc.”

You check your watch. “My shift isn’t over for another three hours.”

“Then I’ll wait,” he shrugs. “So, what do ya say?”

You pretend to think it over, pursing your lips and squinting down the bridge of your nose at him. “Are we going to have rice?”

He laughs, low and deep, the sound vibrating against your palm as he ducks his head down to look at you. “We can have whatever you want.”

— a/n: should i do a second part??

part two

[lvrmoons]

characters/pairings: itoshi sae x reader

warnings: fluff. the reader is an avid reader lmao so funny. sort of clingy sae? annoyed sae? just sae. maybe ooc too but idrc.

note: self indulgent because i've been reading this one book nonstop for the past week and can't think of anything else. wondered how sae would act with a reader who likes to read a lot like me lol this is lowkey bad forgive me sorry for typos

🌊 summary: sae starts to get annoyed because you won't stop reading your book. (and also because you won't give him your attention, but that's a secret— that isn't as well kept as he thinks it is.)

"y/n," sae muttered. he watched you with a glare, noticing how you had heard him clearly yet still ignored him, continuing to smile to yourself with your bottom lip between your teeth. he rolled his eyes, trying again, this time resting his hand on your thigh. his fingers impatiently tapping against the soft skin.

"y/n."

no response. you even giggled as you read the lines in that book you had been attached to all day long. that little 600 page romance book that entertained you so much more than he could— what the hell was it even about?

sae knew you loved books. you visited the library nearby almost every week, and he couldn't even decide if it was because the lady there was so nice to you or because you wanted to get away from him. there was no way he was that boring, right?

it was always sae who accepted all your amazon packages for the books that hadn't yet arrived in the library— and although the sight of your excited smile when he told you it was finally here was something, he never understood the hype at all.

why would he, when his sport was his all-time focus? books weren't ever as exciting to him as they were to you. so as long as you got any and every book you wanted (he made sure of that) he was alright.

but right now, sae had this urge to hide all your books from you.

especially this one.

because it stole you from him.

sae was annoyed. and he was even more annoyed that he started to think about hiding your books away from you like a madman, because it's fucking embarrassing that he's going borderline insane just because you haven't talked or even looked at him for the past two hours. and he's been in bed next to you this whole time.

he cursed under his breath and subtly thrashed around under the covers like a child who didn't get the toy he wanted. he shifted closer to you in the midst of his little quiet tantrum. "y/n. look at me."

"yeah?"

when you finally looked at him, it was as if he'd found oxygen.

and he hated it even more. why was he like this for you?

but then you went back to that book.

that stupid fucking book. again.

sae was going to cry.

fuck no, he wasn't. he won't. not ever. that's lame. so lame.

whatever. if you liked your book that much, maybe he should find something else to do too, he decided.

he turned around with his back to you and shut his eyes.

and then he heard another sigh. a dreamy one, at that.

"alright, enough. give me that." he jumped up from his sleeping position, grabbing the book from your hands. he didn't even know how to properly hold a book, but he didn't find it in himself to care as he shut it close, a breath of relief escaping from his mouth just as you started to whine.

"sae, no," you struggled, trying to get the book back, but you knew better than to fight against your boyfriend who was glaring at you like that with his lips pressed in a sad, thin line. his hair was still a little damp from the shower he took while you were just into the first 60 pages of the book. he swept his hair back, setting the book beside him, where you couldn't reach— atleast not without getting through him.

"i was almost done," you said slowly, trying your best to explain now that you were out of that world. "i promise, just gimme it now 'n i'll finish the first part in just 20 minutes."

sae scoffed. "fucking no."

he stared at the book placed near his side, literally judging it by its cover. "what's in this that has you giggling so much? some dude?"

you gasped, dramatically. "okay, he is not some dude. he is my husband."

"oi," sae groaned, things still not getting better for him even after that book had been closed and put away from you. "i'm sleeping next to you shirtless, and you've been giggling with your book husband?"

"you're always shirtless, though."

"that doesn't fucking matter." he retorted, huffing and looking to the side, chin up. you pursed your lips, placing a soft hand on his back, and leaning closer to leave a kiss on his shoulder. he always smelled so nice. he shook you off.

"baby, my sweet sae, if you wanted me to stop reading, you could have just said so." you smiled, watching him run another hand through his hair, his fingers pulling on his roots this time.

"first of all, i don't want your attention." he said blankly, finally looking at you. "and second, you ignored me when i said your name. guess you were too busy with your husband."

you laughed quietly, incredibly amused. about an hour ago, you were actually expecting sae to go back to sleep after showering— but for some reason, you were glad he didn't. this new side of him was so adorable that you never wanted it to end.

you sighed, lying back down, urging him to do the same. he listened as you explained, with you on your side facing him. "you know, i love this book a lot."

"i can see that."

so snarky. you resisted the urge to kiss his slightly puffed out cheek.

"it's really romantic. it's about the relationship of this newly married couple, how it develops day by day, and it's so cute. the main guy— my 'husband', is so good to the main character."

sae raised an eyebrow lazily, still opting to look at the ceiling and didn't respond. you weren't going to gain his attention this easily after that.

you went on. "and this guy reminds me of you. like, you guys are similar to an unhealthy extent. and the reason i was so invested in it was because there was a particular scene where things got a little hot."

"so?" he asked, still not convinced.

your cheeks were reddened from embarrassment. "so, whenever he said or did something, i thought of you. and that is why i was giggling."

sae turned to look at you. his eyes looked much more focused on your lips. he had forgotten how much he missed the feeling of kissing you. again, feeling another annoying pang in his heart because seriously, it had just been two hours. he had to stop acting like you'd been away for days.

"so basically you were having sex with 'book me' in your mind."

"oh god, no!"

"that's exactly it."

"you're so wrong."

"shut up, i'm right."

you groaned, covering your face with your palms and closing your eyes. you felt sae's arm slowly trailing around your stomach, him shifting closer until you could feel his breath fanning against your neck. you giggled out of nervousness and embarrassment, both. "that was not what was happening, okay?"

his lips twitched slightly at your state. "you know i'm way better than him."

"...are you, though?" you peeked one eye open, dragging out your words, guilty. fictional men were just different—

"ah, do you need proof?" he said, a smug look on his face as he began hovering over you. your laugh echoed through the room as you smacked his chest playfully, your arms going around his neck to pull him down on top of you.

"i don't need proof, thank you very much." you said softly with another laugh, letting sae rest his head on your chest. "but i wanna make it up to you for ignoring you. im sorry, my sae. i'll be better. you were just really cute."

"don't do it again," he said, staring up at you from his comfortable position. "or else you might have to go back to your 'husband'."

"i won't really mind— wait, baby, don't go! i was joking!"

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[lvrmoons]

Stood up??

Atsumu x reader (creds to scene from Twenty-Five Twenty-One)

just fluff :)

5 minutes..

15 minutes…

1 hour…

You have been waiting at the front of the movie theater for one hour, waiting for your boyfriend to come.

You suddenly hear someone calling your name from a distance and when you turn around, you see Atsumu, red faced and sweaty, running up to you.

“I’m so so so sorry Y/n!!! the match ended later than I thought and then I missed the bus but then chose to run here instead and-“

“An hour late, thats a new record Tsumu.” You respond as-a-matter-of-fact-ly. “Let’s see.. the movie’s about to end, I already ate all the popcorn. How many times has this happened??” You whine, pushing the empty bucket of popcorn into his arms.

“Forgive me, please please please! It won’t happen again!!” He hugged you tightly as you struggled to get out.

“-ug- G-et OFF! You’re so sweaty!” You pushed him off and he stumbled back, chosing to stare at the ground instead of you.

You sighed, “I knew you would do this….

So I got tickets to the next showing insteadd.” You grinned at him. His head perked up as he smiled from ear yo ear, going in to hug you again.

You stopped him with a hand, “Go to the bathroom Tsumu, you’re actually disgusting right now.”

“You know how much I love you right babe?” He grinned.

“Yea yea, how could you not love me, I’m too smart.” You looked away smiling in joking confidence.

As you looked away, Atsumu took the chance to hug you once more.

“Stoppppp Tsumuu” You whine, struggling in his arms. But it only made him hug you tighter leading you to give up early.

“I hate you.” You huff

“I love you too.” He replied

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When they say something hurtful ---- (part 2) (Atsumu, Suna, Oikawa)

Last goodbyes (Kuroo, Osamu, Kenma)

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𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘

꒰ includes ꒱ — suna rintaro, miya atsumu, matsukawa issei, oikawa toru

꒰ content warnings ꒱ — fluff, a bit suggestive

SUNA always locks the passenger door of his car whenever he sees you approaching to get in. call it childish or immature, but to rin, it never gets old to see you pull on the handle hoping the door will open only to find out he’s still up to his antics. when you glare at him through the glass, he can’t help but laugh. and it’s never just a short chuckle or a discreet snicker, no, they’re always full out cackles that leave him clutching his stomach. he’ll roll down the window just a bit so he can hear your voice, but not so much that you’d be able to stick your arm in and reach the lock. all your pleading and futile attempts to open the still locked door are met with the same taunting phrase; “what’s the magic word?” no matter where you need to be or when you need to get there, he’s not letting you in until you say please. it can’t be an exasperated and groaned one either; he’s not hitting that unlock button until you say it like you mean it.

ATSUMU lays his head in your lap, expectantly waiting for you to run your fingers through his hair. the only thing on atsumu’s mind early in the morning before he’s forced to start his day or later at night after exhausting workouts is the thought of getting comfortable in your lap. he lazily crawls across the mattress or cushions of the couch, his head easily making a home on your thighs. he lets out a content sigh when he feels your fingers carding though blonde strands of hair. it’s not long before he’s whining about having the leave you or complaining about how tough practice was. his yammering comes to an abrupt halt and wide honey-colored eyes peer up at you when your fingers stop gently scratching at his scalp. if you don’t get the message that he’s waiting for you to continue with the relaxing gesture, he’ll pout, moving your hand with his own so that you pick it up again.

MATSUKAWA leans down to whisper in your ear whenever you’re out in public. issei is an observer, always watching and taking in the actions of others. he can’t help but want to share the sights he takes in, bending down and cupping your ear to tell you to look at the guy wearing a hoodie way too tight for him or the couple that seemingly forgot that they were in a public. you always slap his shoulder to reprimand him for not minding his business, but he doesn’t miss the way you struggle to stifle a laugh at his nosy commentary. though, sometimes the utterances are more teasing. whenever he gets bored, issei wastes no time whispering about how there are plenty of better ways you could be enjoying yourself if the two of left and went home. he knows it’s rare for you to give in, but your flushed state is entertainment enough that he can’t be too upset about your refusal to play hooky with him.

OIKAWA sends you voice memos or calls you instead of texting you. he finds that texts don’t do a good job of relaying his tone, so he’s much more likely to video call you when it’s possible. but that’s not the number one reason he’d rather facetime over text; he likes being able to see you, even if it’s only through a screen. the way you smile when you’re talking about something that excites you or roll your eyes when he makes a lame joke never fails to warm his heart. he misses a lot of aspects of when your relationship wasn’t long distance, but the thing he can confidently say he misses the most is your voice. he never realized how much hearing that familiar laugh and your voice raise an octave whenever you got worked up would remind him of home. so even when texting is more convenient for him, he still races to hold down the button on his screen to record a quick message to send off to you in hopes that you’ll reply with one of your own. 

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TRAINING WHEELS

PROLOGUE | SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW

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five years ago, you stupidly had a fling with inarizaki athlete, miya atsumu– now, present day– he had a son he knew nothing about. you made sure it was going to stay that way, but as fate would have it, he unexpectedly stumbled back into your lives, now as volleyball’s biggest star.

wc & notes: 2.1k — pls bear with the obligatory setup, i promise you’ll see atsumu soon 😪

FIVE YEARS AGO — INARIZAKI HIGH SCHOOL

Hiding in a bathroom stall with Inarizaki’s golden boy, Miya Atsumu, was not on your to-do list this morning. 

Crammed into a stall with minimum space, you easily heard Atsumu attempting to stifle a laugh beside you. You shot him a glare and didn’t hesitate to clamp your hand over his loud mouth. You felt his warm lips curl into a smirk underneath your palm, did he seriously think this was funny? You shot him another warning look, but it seemed like he didn’t realize what situation you both found yourselves in. Maybe you would have found this situation funny too if not for the fact you were about to get caught. It was just your luck that someone happened to wander in while you two were hastily making out in a stall a few feet away. You were just glad the stall was closed.

Atsumu was far too impulsive for your own liking; you felt his hand sliding down your waist as his eyes gave a mischievous glint. You couldn’t see the bottom half of his face from behind your hand, but you could feel from the creasing of his mouth that he was grinning. The sudden caress didn’t do anything for your nerves. You swore the damn heat in the bathroom was crawling up your spine by the second, either from the risk of being caught or Atsumu. You couldn’t tell. 

It felt like an eternity as you waited for the other occupant in the restroom to leave. You finally heard the faucet stop running, as the other person finished washing their hands. You waited with bated breath as you listened to the footsteps walk away, followed with the door shutting. Relief washed over you like a tidal wave, as you pulled your hand off Atsumu.

“I thought you said nobody used this bathroom,” you jabbed, poking him in the chest. He held up his hands in mock-defense.

“There shouldn’t be,” he shrugged nonchalantly. When Atsumu had told you earlier he knew a spot, he safely assumed you’d have some privacy but as luck had it, some first year stumbled into the restroom right before Atsumu could manage to get your shirt off.

“That’s probably a sign that what we’re doing is a bad idea,” you replied, rolling your eyes. Atsumu’s smirk flashed again as you felt his hands lower down your sides. His fingers skimmed the edges of your school skirt, as you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Nah, we’re just having fun, baby.”

You didn’t realize fun would have you be reading a positive pregnancy test a month later.

PRESENT DAY — OSAKA, JAPAN

The air of your quaint apartment is filled with the soft chatter of the television as you busied yourself in the kitchen. You only had about an hour before you had to be at your work event, and as per usual, you were already in a rush. Your son hadn’t eaten lunch yet, you still had to drop him off at the babysitters, and not to mention you were still wearing pajama pants. Twenty-four hours in a day was not enough time to be juggling a full-time job and a preschooler, not to mention yourself.

You were too occupied with shoveling rice into a bowl to be listening to whatever was holding Haru’s attention in the living room, but you could tell it wasn’t his usual cartoons he tended to watch after school (not that you were complaining, you could only tolerate the high-pitched voices for so long). You glanced over at the television to see that it was the sports channel for a change, and you felt the spoon in your hand still when you caught the voice of the announcer. 

“Miya Atsumu is the hotshot to look out for once again this season!” The announcer exclaimed. “News has it, the Japanese Olympic team has their eye on him.”

The sports announcers chatted excitedly over MSBY Jackals, a frontrunner volleyball team for the upcoming season, championed by Miya Atsumu, the team’s starting setter. You winced at the aforementioned name, but you distracted yourself by setting the table with plates and cutlery. But despite your best efforts to busy yourself, you found yourself peeking up at the television screen. Atsumu still looks as lively as he did five years ago. Maybe even more so, seeing as how the professional athlete lifestyle was treating him. But it’s not the time to reminisce on your high school fling when you had a hungry toddler to feed.

Though, you find that Miya Atsumu is in your thoughts often. How couldn’t you?

“Haru!” You called out. “Lunch is ready!”

A small head of dark hair peaked up from the couch in the living room as you saw the television switched to commercial break, which made you nearly sigh in relief. You didn’t want to hear another word about Miya Atsumu. The boy traveled over to the dining table, where you helped boost him into his seat. The chair emphasized that he was much too small for it, but one he still adamantly insisted on since he wanted to “sit at the table like a big kid.” 

“Mama, you still have to change,” the small boy noted before picking up his spoon. Instinctively, your eyes darted to the clock. Damnit, he was right! How was your four year old more observant than you?

“Thank you for reminding me, baby,” you sighed, ruffling his hair.

Haru quickly got to gobbling down his lunch as you hurried to your room to get changed. You didn’t have much time to mull over what to wear so you threw on the first clothing items you saw. You mentally checked off your to-do list for the day as you tugged on a blouse—get ready for the work party, fix lunch for Haru before you drop him off at the babysitters… Everything seemed to be in order, and you actually seemed to be doing good on time. You swiped up your bag and keys before returning back to the kitchen to find Haru with nearly a clean plate. Perfect, now things were actually going smoothly. Maybe you even had time to grab a coffee on your way there, lord knows you need it considering you were running on practically zero hours of sleep.

“Can we go to a game one day, mama?” Your son questioned suddenly, as he shoveled a final spoonful of rice into his chubby cheeks. It broke your train of thought and you nearly dropped your keys into the floor and instead of inside your bag.

“A game?” You asked hesitantly, you hoped he didn’t say what you dreaded to hear. 

“A volleyball game!” He exclaimed as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Your mouth dried up and you felt your heart hesitate a beat.

Damn that sports channel! Though, you couldn’t blame the TV for your son’s sudden interest in sports, Haru seemingly always had an affinity for sports. It was always his first choice for playtime, and whatever toy he picked out from the store always had to be some sort of ball. You had just hoped it wouldn’t be a certain sport in particular, but much to your dismay, the apple didn’t fall far from the tree. 

You wanted to brush off your son’s recent interest in volleyball as a child’s everchanging hyperfixation and just a phase he was going through, but much to your dismay, Haru never seemed intrigued by anything else. You introduced him to soccer, drawing, and many other hobbies, but the young boy was adamant on the sport and nothing else. And it was obvious who he got it from.

“It’ll be so cool!” He gushed. “I wanna get a jersey, and I saw all sorts of commercials about it!--”

You frowned as he continued on about his grand plan from the seats he wanted to sit at to the snacks he wanted to get. Your little boy seemed so excited, and the last thing you wanted to do was say no, but you don’t think you could ever fulfill his wish. Being in the same space as him… No, you could never do it, you couldn’t.

Haru looked up at you with hopeful eyes, waiting for a response. You paused, before sighing.

“Someday, baby.”

You knew you were lying for his sake. (But maybe it was actually just your own.)

Haru took it as a yes and continued to ramble on. He talked about his favorite players, the different teams, and anything else he could recall about the sport. You began packing up Haru’s bag for the babysitters, before you heard your phone ring from the counter. You grabbed it, silently thanking the fact you didn’t need to hear anymore about volleyball.

“Y/N!” Your coworker, Naomi, gasped from the other line. “Thank god, you answered!”

Not only was Naomi your coworker, but also a close friend. You both had met by bonding at the office over a broken coffee machine, and subsequently gone out for a coffee run together. She had easily become your friend once she won you over with her friendly, albeit eccentric, personality. You had gotten close enough that you had opened up to her about your past struggles like having Haru by accident at such a young age, but she never once judged you. Though, you could probably do without her MILF jokes. She easily became one of Haru’s favorite people once the two had met, and Haru affectionately called her Aunt Mimi, and she wore the title with pride. You even trusted her enough to be one of Haru’s emergency contacts at his preschool.

“Naomi,” you frowned at her sudden urgentness. “What’s wrong?”

“I totally lost track of time,” she groaned on the other line, and you could hear her rustling around. Don’t tell me she’s still not dressed, you thought. You may not be the best with time management, but you didn’t hold a candle to your dear friend. You raised an eyebrow before she continued.

“I’m on the other side of town and I’m not ready for the company party at all, and I don’t have time to get the catering! Do you think you can get it?”

“Why the hell are you on the other side of town half dressed– Don’t tell me it’s that finance guy you hooked up with last month again!”

“Now’s not the time to criticize my poor decisions!” Naomi exclaimed, and you could hear her zipping up her dress. “Can you please get the catering? I’ll get your coffee for a week– no, a month!”

Not a bad deal, you thought. You hummed in response as you checked the clock on the wall. It wouldn’t delay you by much, and definitely owed Naomi one after she babysat Haru last week when you had to work overtime. Not to mention, a work party with your irksome boss would probably be even more insufferable without food.

“Alright, alright,” you agreed, finally giving in. “Where’s the food from?”

You heard Naomi sigh in relief. “It’s from a restaurant called Onigiri Miya, do you know it?”

You sputtered. “M-Miya?”

While you were open with your life with Naomi, she still had no idea about Haru’s biological father. In your defense, it was kind of hard explaining you had a secret baby with one of the most popular professional athletes in Japan. Thankfully she had never pried about the topic.

“Is something wrong?” Naomi asked. “You sound like you choked.” 

You chewed on your lip, what were even the chances the restaurant had any correlation to who you thought it did? Despite you both living in Osaka, you hadn’t run into him once in your five years of residency. It was a large city afterall. And not to mention how common the last name Miya was, which you learned the hard way. Your old apartment had been coincidentally across from a cafe named Miya’s Coffee, and you had avoided it like the plague for months until you realized it was in fact owned by a sixty year old man with no children. However you still proceeded to steer clear of it after you realized he was flaunting his bachelor status a little too openly to you. Chances are, it coincidentally just shared the last name with him. 

It’s just a restaurant, it’s no big deal.

“Uh, nothing,” you lied. “I’ll pick it up for you before I drop Haru off at the babysitters.”

“Great!” Naomi chirped, and you could practically hear her grin. “I’ll see you at the party.”

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[Exactly Where You Wanted Me] in which Oikawa asks you to be his fake girlfriend and isn't expecting to be swept off his feet

wc: 2.3k

warnings/content: she/her!reader, minimal angst, mostly fluff, love triangle-ish (as I had forewarned), pining

--

It’s a Friday morning, when Iwaizumi, accompanied by a very excited looking Oikawa, pulls you aside before homeroom starts. 

Suspicious, you think. But if Iwa-chan is on board, it can’t be too bad. 

After lots of flowery words and floundering from Oikawa, Iwaizumi explains that Oikawa wants you to pretend to date him to deter his fangirls from crowding practice afterschool in less than two sentences. He uses an additional sentence to say it’s stupid but probably effective. 

You’ve been friends with Iwa-chan since your first years in high school and you generally think Oikawa is amusing, so you agree.

--

There’s not much to fake dating that’s different from real dating. You spend time together and there’s no way Oikawa’s heart stood a chance against getting this much alone time with you. He’s enjoyed being able to hang out with both you and Iwa-chan together before, but now, as your fake boyfriend, he’s allowed to indulge in all of your attention. He likes that. 

So in the spirit of playing the role of a good fake boyfriend mixed with some selfish intentions, he asks - begs - you to come to cheer him on at a friendly practice match between Seijoh and Shiratorizawa, because that’s what people who are dating do. You agree. 

On the day of the match, there you are, dressed in his spare turquoise blue jersey. He doesn’t realize he’s grinning like a maniac until Iwa-chan smacks him upside the head to tell him to start warming up. 

He’s still having trouble focusing when he notices you making your way down to the court. Instead of going straight to him, though, he watches you make your way to the Shiratorizawa side of the court. He’s about to stop you, out of concern that straight-arrow Ushiwaka would reprimand you for interrupting warm-ups, but to his surprise (horror), Ushijima meets you in the middle and starts chatting with you. 

Okay, what’s going on here? Is Ushiwaka… trying to flirt with you? 

Rationally, he knows it’s unlikely. Chronically, Oikawa is an overreactor and overthinker. 

So he storms up to you and wraps his arms around your waist to pull you away from the enemy captain. He hides your entire frame behind his and puffs his chest up, arms crossed defensively. 

“Ushijima,” he greets with false bravado. “Do you need something with my girlfriend?” 

“Oikawa,” Ushijima says in his calm voice, and nothing else. 

Nothing else? Okay, he was used to carrying the conversation with this brick wall of a man anyway. “Ready to lose today?”

Ushijima’s head cocks to the side, “Who, me?” 

Oikawa’s eyes twitch. “Do you see anyone else here? There’s no way I’d lose with my girlfriend cheering me on.” 

Ushijima’s eyebrows raise. “Girlfriend?” he questions, looking at you. 

“Yes,” Oikawa asserts. He doesn’t like the look Ushijima is giving you. Like he knows something, knows you. 

“Wakatoshi,” you start. 

First name basis? 

Oikawa’s uncomprehending but there’s no time for explanations because Coach Washijo is calling Ushijima and Iwaizumi is calling him. You give both him and Ushijima a little wave and say nothing else as you return to the stands. 

Seijoh wins with Ushiwaka sitting out for 2 of the 3 sets played. You had cheered for him as promised. After the match, his teammates give him a hard smack in the back, Iwa-chan adding a glare and warning to stay focused regardless of official or practice match next time.

As you’ve been doing every evening since you started fake dating, you wait for Oikawa outside of the gym to walk home together. However, unlike any other day, Oikawa does not wound his arm around your shoulder nor does he clasp his hands in yours. He puts a respectable 2-feet distance between the two of you. Adrenaline from the game subsiding, thoughts of you and Ushijima surface again. 

“Oikawa?” you peer at him. “What’s wrong?” 

“What is your relationship with Ushiwaka?” he asks, trying to sound nonchalant. “You call him by his first name.” So much for that. 

“Wakatoshi is a friend I grew up with. My parents are friends with his.” You’re casual, as if there is nothing more to the story. 

“And he always lets you interrupt his warm ups to talk to him?” his voice heavy with implication. 

Your quick replies come to a halt. The pause is heavy and awkward, but this time, when you respond, you meet his eyes evenly. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

Oikawa shrinks at your narrowed eyes. “Nothing,” he mumbles. He doesn’t know if he wants to hear the answer anyway. “Thanks for coming today,” he says quietly. “I’ll see you on Monday then.” 

You allow him to lean in and give you your usual peck that comes with any goodbye with Oikawa, today on the cheek. “Bye, Oikawa.” 

--

On Monday, he updates Iwaizumi with all the details. Predictably, Iwa-chan slaps the back of his head. 

“Oww! Why did you do that?” 

“Why does who she’s friends with matter to you?” Iwaizumi starts walking away but pauses to crane his head back to level Oikawa with a stare. “That wasn’t a rhetorical question. Figure it out yourself, idiot.” 

Oikawa’s left rubbing the back of his head.

--

Mattsun and Makki are next. 

“Well, just think about it,” Makki says. 

“Why does it bother you so much that Ushiwaka is involved with her?” Mattsun finishes. 

“Well, she’s my-”

“Fake girlfriend.” Mattsun interrupts. 

“Fake.” Makki echoes. 

“Fake.” Mattsun nods. 

--

Oikawa reminisces about the first time you called him Toru. It had been the first time the two of you had walked home together after you had started fake dating and Oikawa had thought that you would start calling him Toru all the time.

You didn’t. Even though you call Ushijima by his first name. 

Contrary to Iwa-chan’s constant labeling, Oikawa isn’t an idiot. He knows that this jealousy and greed for more of you – your time, your attention, your affection – all point to one thing. He is self-diagnosing lovesickness. He has a crush on you. 

Logical next steps would be for Oikawa to take full advantage of all the alone time he gets to spend with you as your fake boyfriend, sweep you off your feet, seduce you, the works. Not that he hasn’t already been doing that. 

Luckily, as your fake boyfriend, a big perk is that it’s literally in Oikawa’s job description to scare potential suitors away. Not that it was hard with how popular and good-looking he is, if he does say so himself. 

However, tricking your childhood friend proved more difficult than he had hoped. In fact, it seemed the two of you didn’t have to, because the next time he sees you and Ushijima, somehow your childhood friend seems to already know. 

It’s later that night when Oikawa decides he wants to go on a late night convenience store run for some ice cream with you. You had responded, jokingly, “Fake boyfriends don’t ask me out on dates.” 

“Who said it was a date?” 

You laughed and agreed. 

So he meets you at your front door, dreaming of skipping to the store, swinging hands with you, and looking forward to an ice-cream induced sugar rush. Those dreams are quickly dashed when your front door swings open with a guilty looking you. 

“I’m sorry, Oikawa,” you start but before you can elaborate, your front door opens again to reveal Ushijima. You turn your head back and nod lightly in Ushijima’s direction, as if that explains the situation. 

“Oikawa,” Ushijima greets, his usual stoic mask unchanging. 

Oikawa turns his cheek at him and ignores the greeting. He leans in conspiratorially with a hand over his palm and whispers obnoxiously, “what’s he doing here?” 

You slap his hand away and turn to Ushijima. “Wakatoshi, I don’t need a chaperone. You can just go home.” 

“Your parents asked me to accompany you to the store if you wanted to go.” 

“Oikawa can take me.” 

“Your parents asked me,” he says simply.

You apologize to Oikawa for Ushijima’s bullheadedness, and he knows you intend to assuage him, but all he can think about is why on earth are you apologizing for Ushijima? But all he does is nod and make towards the convenience store. When you fall into step with him, he does not skip with you and swing your hands. He also doesn't think he's going to be feeling any sort of sugar rush anymore, mood soured. 

Oikawa can’t help but drop a comment as the three of you are walking home. “Kind of insensitive of you to be third-wheeling a date, don’t you think?” 

Ushijima’s eyes flip over to you. “I didn’t realize you needed to be on the job during the weekends too.” 

Oikawa’s smile drops. On the job? He turns around to face you, watching your face carefully as you flash Ushijima a sheepish smile, eyes flickering between the two captains. 

“Don’t call it a job, Wakatoshi.” 

Oikawa’s stomach twists when he hears you call him by his first name again. 

Ushijima ignores your comment and turns to Oikawa. “I’ll walk her home. You can go home.” 

You shake your head at him. “No, Wakatoshi. Oikawa will walk me home. I’ll see you later.” 

Surprisingly, Ushijima concedes and listens to you. “Bye, Wakatoshi,” you say. 

The two of you watch Ushijima’s back recede further and further and don’t say anything even when he’s long gone. You start walking in the direction of your home, but Oikawa takes hold of your wrist. 

“You told him?” 

“Who? Told what?” 

Oikawa levels you with a hard look that you’re not used to. 

“No!” you deny. You’re avoiding eye contact.

“Then how does he know?” He can’t help the accusatory tone slipping into his voice. He’s scared that if he isn’t on the offensive, he’ll let the hurt slip out. 

“Well, I… You know I’m a bad liar! He just… found out!” 

You wait, maybe for Oikawa to laugh it off and tell you it’s okay as he normally would, but he doesn’t. 

“It’ll be okay,” you explain. “Wakatoshi doesn’t go to our school and even if he does, he would never talk about other people's problems.” 

There’s a lot Oikawa wants to ask. Like why you’re vouching for him, why you call him Wakatoshi, when he’s just “Oikawa.” But instead, he just nods robotically and you seem relieved that he doesn’t seem mad. When you arrive at your front door, Oikawa stuffs his hands in his pockets and waits for you to go. You don’t, but he doesn’t know what to say. Maybe he’s the only one feeling this thick tension and awkwardness in the silence. He opts for a quick goodbye but before he can walk off, you grab his arm and yank him back. 

“Oikawa,” you say. 

“What? You might as well have pulled my whole arm off! I need my arms, you know,” he jokes.

“Toru.” Your eyes are steady looking at him. “What’s wrong?” 

Oikawa’s smile drops and he breaks eye contact first. He can only look at the floor while he thinks about what he can say. 

“You don’t have to tell me if you’re uncomfortable, but I’m your friend right? We may not be really dating, but I still want to be there for you if you’re having a hard time.” 

Silence. 

“Is it Wakatoshi? I know you don’t like him but-” 

“Do you?”

You blink. “Do I what?” 

“Do you like him?” 

“No!” you exclaim, taken aback. “Where did that come from?” 

“You call him by his first name.” 

“Well, yes. We’ve known each other since we were children, though! There’s no special meaning.” 

Deep breath. 

“So when you call me by my first name, is there special meaning? We’re not childhood friends.” 

Your eyes widen like saucers and you’re the first to break eye contact, face to the floor. 

There’s a long pause and he feels stupid for even asking, for hoping. Oikawa sighs and takes a gaping step back, away from you. “Forget I said anything.” 

“What if it did,” you whisper. So quietly, Oikawa almost missed it. And he would’ve, if he isn’t in a constant state of hanging onto every word you say, every sign you give. 

You meet his eyes, and repeat, “what if it does?” 

Oikawa isn’t processing this information quick enough, but he can already feel his hopes welling up to fill his chest. He’s so scared that he might be misreading the situation, fitting meaning into your words. “When I say special meaning, it means special.” He says dumbly. He emphasizes the word special, in hopes that you would understand the entire slew of suppressed feelings in that one word. 

“I do understand,” you say simply. 

It was a feeling akin to when it was simultaneously his service point and match point. The simplicity in which you delivered your meaning left no choice but to flood his chest with hope. He doesn’t even realize that he has a massive smile plastered on until you’re mirroring his expression. He waits no longer in stepping into your space, fingers intertwining with yours. He gives you your usual parting kiss, on the forehead, and lingers a few moments longer. 

“Good night, then, girlfriend.” Even if you can’t see his face because of how close he is to you, he makes sure you can feel the curve of his grin and every word whispered against your temple. 

He’s feeling good, satisfied, as he turns around to make his own way home (to squeal and roll around in glee in private), when you grab his arm once again. 

Shameless, he gloats, “still haven’t had enough? I’m happy to-” 

In true fashion, you humble him by pressing your lips against his, effectively shutting him up and wiping the smirk off his face. When you pull away, he chases your lips, eyes still closed. You giggle, give him one more gentle peck, and skip inside, leaving him there, red as a tomato.

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your coffee order was strange.

“every person who tried this hated it.” suna looks at the cup on your side, wondering what was so peculiar about it. the contents of your drink looked brown, just like any normal coffee. "i suppose it's an acquired taste."

"let me try."

"no." you playfully shield the coffee from your boyfriend. "i don't want you to waste it. i'm sure you won't like it."

"how will we know?" he replies as he reaches for the cup, placing the straw to his lips. he sips and with a look of contemplation,

you stare, anticipating a pretend gag or something similar to express disgust for the unusual taste. he smacks his lips for added suspense, leading you to roll your eyes at him.

...if he was being honest, it indeed tasted like shit (to him).

he can see how it could be good to some but it is something far from what he would get.

"hmm i don't get why others hate it." false, wrong, incorrect— "it's the best drink i ever had."

"are you serious?"

he nods. "i can see why you like it."

you slightly shook your head, still in denial. "you don't have to pretend, rin."

he sighs before proceeding to stand up. your gaze follows him curiously until he gets to the counter— he's about to order. 'really?' your eyes question him and he just shrugs, finally facing the cashier.

once he paid, he looked back and saw you staring at the drink he sipped, grinning adoringly. despite the fate he caused, he's fine with the order he'll get.

it's not that bad. especially since compared to how much suna likes seeing you happy, it's not that strange.

୨୧ it's me and my matcha espresso fusion against the world even tho ppl tell me it tastes like grass and dirt 🗿

[lvrmoons]

butterflies

featuring : iwazumi hajime, miya atsumu, suna rintaro , matsukawa issei, hinata shoyo & sugawara koushi

notes : just things he does that gives you butterflies

when iwaizumi lies down on the couch, he likes to pull you with him and make you settle on top of him. he loves feeling your body against his and just being your pillow in general literally does not care how much you weigh or if you're afraid of being heavy. if you try to wiggle out, he'll cup your ass and make you stay.

atsumu has a tendency to trail kisses down your neck when you're doing something. he especially likes doing it when you're at the stove cooking. something about how he cages you with his arms and slowly kisses down your neck makes your knees turn to jelly <3

matsukawa likes to hold you by the hip. if you're out in public, his hand slowly trails down from your waist to your hip and holds you close no matter where you are. you constantly find his hands drifting even lower and by then you have to shoot him a glare to make sure he behaves.

suna does that thing where he leans down closer to you when you talk. it doesn't matter if you're sitting down next to him or lying back on top of him, he will move his face closer to yours and look you in the eyes while you're talking. he knows it flusters you so when he does it, he has this cheeky smile on his face

i fully believe hinata likes to lift you up just for funsies. like you could be doing the dishes and he needs to grab something from the cupboard above you so he'll lift you up to gently put you to the side. or when you're too lazy to get up and shower, mans will literally carry you on his shoulders like a baby. or when you're in the pool, he easily slips his hands on your hips to bring you up his shoulders. you weigh nothing to him bro

suga likes to tilt your head up when he wants your attention. like not in a demanding way but more like a look at me and only me kind of way. he has this smirk on his face when tilts your head up with his pointer finger, face inching closer to yours as he grabs your attention. literal definition of looks like an angel but an absolute teaseeeeee

[lvrmoons]

When they say something hurtful (part 2)

It had been over a year since your bad break up with Atsumu. Thankfully, you successfully avoided him for that entire year and had no contact with him. When you first realized he had no intention of apologizing or contacting you again, you were beyond hurt, but it turned to anger, and later acceptance. You were quite satisfied with your life now, although sometimes still longing for Atsumu to be by your side again, but you knew that would never happen. 

Or that’s what you thought. 

You coincidentally bumped into him at the convenience store and he awkwardly asked you for some of your time. You agreed, wondering what he was going to say after all this time. So here you two were, outside a small, quiet cafe, with barely any people around. 

“Um... I don’t know where to start but I guess I should apologize first.. Y/n- you do not know how sorry I am. I keep thinking bout that night and how awful I was to ya. I wanted to apologize straight away. Seriously. But I knew you deserved someone much better than me. I know I’m prideful and stubborn and I’ve been working on that. And when I finally reasoned with myself to at least apologize to you instead of just letting you go, you already blocked me... I know I’ll never get the chance to be by your side again, but I hope you’ll accept my sincerest apologies for hurting you.” He tried keeping eye contact with you but ended up staring at the table in between you. You kept quiet for a while as Atsumu sweated buckets from thee awkwardness and nervousness.

“..You know... If you had ran out of the house that night and told me to come back, I would have dropped my bags and come running into your arms.” He finally looked up at you. “And it seems I would do the same even now..” You said, smiling softly at him. He stared at you in shock and you became shocked to when you saw the tears forming in his eyes. 

“A-are you ok??” You ask, standing up and hurrying next to him. 

He hugged you waist and buried his head into your stomach. 

“Thank you. So so much. I seriously don’t deserve you and I promise to treat you like the princess/prince you are.” 

Your face softened as you got reminded of how much you loved this boy. The both of you were held in each others embrace for a while before deciding to go back to his home, your home. 

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It had been 3 days since that last argument and you still weren’t home yet. Suna, who thought you would come back after a day, became frantic as his calls went straight to voicemail and his messages weren’t going through. He even tried contacting you through social media but was left on delivered. After the third day, he finally found your friend’s contact and called her.

When the friend said you were hit by a car and was now at XXX hospital on the verge of death, he thought it was a prank, Your way of getting back at him. But when he got to the hospital and saw the IVs running through your arm, a cast on your leg, and lots of big patches on your face, his heart dropped, he felt sick to his stomach as he slowly and hesitantly made his way over to you. His trembling hand just barely grazed your face before he immediately pulled it back. He dropped onto the chair next to your bed and rested his head on his hands trying to stop himself from crying. He couldn’t believe you were on the verge of death, he spent his last moments with you arguing and he wouldn’t accept that. 

You were awoken by the sound of Suna’s crying and you turned your head to see a disheveled Suna. Crying.

Oh how you wished you could take a picture, but you knew exactly how he felt, no thanks to his vicious “prank”.

“Rin..” You whispered. His head shot up faster than you could blink and was by your side in half a second. 

“Y/n.. I’m so sorry, I really didn’t mean to hurt you or scare you. I don’t know what I was thinking pulling that prank. I can’t imagine how you felt. Please... please don’t leave me.” He held your hand as he pressed it against his tear-stained face. 

You didn’t say anything as you wanted him believing that you were dying for a little while longer. 

After a few minutes of silence, he finally looked at you and you were smiling. 

“I accept your apology. But seriously, if you do something like that again, I will actually leave you.”

“I promise I won’t.” He whispered.

“Good. But you know, you still haven’t asked me if I’m ok.” You say

“Are you ok??” he asked, concern written all over his face. 

“Yea actually. You just got pranked! OHHHH” you said laughing.

You could see the concern wiping off his face. He dropped your hand and started walking away. 

“Wait Wait! Come back, I’m just kidding.” You call out still laughing a little. He turned to you and rolled his eyes before making his way over to you again. 

“I actually did get hit by a car, but it didn’t hit me too hard. I’m actually getting discharged today if you’re willing to wait with me.”

“... What about your leg..” He asked staring at your cast.

“Oh, that I did break. But it could be worse.” you shrug.

“y/n.. please care about yourself more. I don’t want any part of you to be hurt.” He said. “And I promise not to hurt you in the future. Ever.”

“Well, you better keep that promise forever because that’s how long I’ll be by your side.”

“Always. I love you so much.”

“I love you more.”

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You anger had subsided after a few days but rethinking the words he said to you still made you feel hurt. But instead of isolating yourself and drowning in your sorrows, you knew you had to talk to Oikawa. After all, communication is key. Over the few days after the fight, Oikawa left you alone and he knew to just give you space and time to think. So you were the first to call. 

You asked him to come over and in just a few minutes. He was already outside your door. When you opened it, the first thing you noticed was that he was still in his practice uniform and he was sweating a lot. 

“Were you at practice?” you ask the seemingly obvious.

“Yea- But I came over as soon as you called,” he said, catching his breath.

“Go shower first, you smell.” You say leaving him at the door and sitting at the kitchen table. He nodded and quickly went to the bathroom, not wanting to keep you waiting. When he came back it was silent. 

“Look, I just thought it would be better for us to talk and stuff instead of letting the situation sit and hurt both of us,” you say breaking the awkward tension. 

“Thanks, for calling me over. I’ve been wanting to sincerely apologize and I’ve been thinking about it every day. I know what I did was unforgivable and I know the chances of you allowing me to continue being your partner is low but the selfish part of me wants you to take me back. I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean anything I said that day but I know being angry and annoyed isn’t any excuse to say those things so I truly apologize. Like you said to me before, high school is only a part of your life, you still have so much time to figure out what you love and to set goals. I realize that now, I should spend more time with my loved ones since volleyball will always be there but who knows when I’ll lose you. Um, yeah, thank you so much for always being there for me, and I hope you find someone who deserves you.” He starts standing up before you even had a chance to talk. 

“Sit your ass back down right now.” You say glaring at him. He sat down immediately. “Why do you keep talking like we’ve already broken up?”

“I- um-”

“To be honest, I didn’t know what I was going to say when I called you over, but I don’t want to break up. From what you said, you pretty much understood my feelings without me even telling you. I just hope you won’t use my insecurities as an advantage in arguments. And you need to stop beating yourself so hard when it comes to volleyball. And I’ll always be here for you when your down so you can vent but don’t get mad at me. That’s all, I think.”

“Yes ma’am. Thank you though. Really, I swear I’ll treat you better and that’s not just an empty promise.”

You chuckle, “I believe you. I love you so much Tooru.”

“Thank you for loving me when I don’t deserve it. I will forever be yours.” 

[lvrmoons]

When they say something hurtful

Genre: Angst but part two is comfort

Characters: Atsumu, Suna, Oikawa

gn reader but mentions mascara in one?

part two

Surprisingly, unsurprisingly, there were a lot of arguments in your relationship with Atsumu. With his stubbornness, pride, and childishness, arguments ranged from small to big. And this was one of the biggest arguments you’ve had with him so far. 

“Are you seriously saying forgetting our 5th anniversary was just a small mistake?! How can you say that! After everything I had planned for us today.” You yelled

“What?! People make mistakes you know, and no one asked you to plan something big. It’s not like this is our first anniversary or something.” He yelled back. It wasn’t often he raised his voice at you, so right now you felt the tears threatening to come out.”

“You forgetting something as important as this makes it seem like I’m not important to you at all..” You say, voice breaking.

“God y/n you know about the big tournament coming up and it’s the only thing on my mind. If you weren’t so selfish and greedy maybe you would be supporting me instead.” He said angrily.

You widen your eyes. You? Selfish, greedy, unsupportive? After everything you’ve done for him?? The tears finally came rushing down. 

“Well, if you haven’t noticed everything I’ve done for you... then maybe I’m just wasting my time with this relationship. Sorry Atsumu, but I don’t think I want to spend time in a one-sided relationship.” You left for the bedroom, got a bag, and filled it with necessities for the night. “I’ll get the rest of my stuff later this week.” With that, you walked out and slammed the door behind you.

To be honest, you knew he loved you very much, but at that moment it didn’t seem like it at all and you were blinded by hurt and anger to think clearly, making the impulsive decision to break up. 

Part of you wished he would run out of that house and stop you, but the other part knew he was too prideful to admit his wrongs so quickly. So you left for your friend's house and collected the rest of your stuff later that week.

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You and Suna were both pretty chill people, joking around with each other and pulling pranks. But this one prank was not funny at all to you yet Suna thought it was hilarious and didn’t think much of it at all

“What the FUCK is your problem!? Do you seriously think this is funny??” You scream, so close to throwing the nearby vase at him. “I actually thought I lost you, my heart almost stopped when I got the phone call!”

“Chill y/n, it’s just a joke, stop being so sensitive, what are you? A baby?” He was lazily sitting on the couch, speaking as if it was no big deal. He had someone call you through his phone saying he was in critical condition after a car crash on his way back from getting the two of you dinner. It seemed so real, you dropped everything you were doing and rushed to the hospital where he was waiting to tell you it was a prank. He had his camera ready to take a picture of you all disheveled with mascara running down your face from all the tears. 

“I can’t believe you... I swear to god if you don’t fix that personality of yours I’m going to leave you as quickly as I thought you left me. You slammed the door loudly behind you as you left the house. He didn’t run after you, thinking you would be back the next day but only if he did... he would have prevented that car from hitting you while you were running across the road in tears. 

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Oikawa was a relatively happy, go-lucky person unless it came to his inferiority complex. Today was an especially bad day for him after his defeat against Kageyama, preventing his team from going to nationals. Usually, during his bad days, you would comfort him with cuddles and kisses but it seemed that that wouldn’t work today. 

“Tooru, you have your entire life left to become the best. High school is only a part of your life... you don’t have to try so hard, you’re already perfect.” You tried to comfort him.

“Can’t you just leave me alone? Ugh. You wouldn’t understand because you don’t HAVE a passion. In fact, you have nothing to live for in life so why are you trying to lecture me. You aren’t going to get anywhere in life without a passion so stop preventing me from reaching my goal.” He hit your biggest nerve, your biggest insecurity. After all those sweet words he said to persuade you that it shouldn’t be insecurity. You knew that he only said it to purposely hurt you and that it wasn’t the truth, but you were hurt and your overthinking caused you to break down. 

His face changed when he saw you sobbing and he immediately started apologizing but you stopped him. 

“Leave Oikawa. Right now before I kick you out.” Your voice was cold and your eyes weren’t even looking at him. You still had tears in your eyes but you stood up and glared at him with the most menacing look. To afraid to say anything, Oikawa went and opened the door. 

“Will we still be ok?” He asked quietly, his back facing you as he held the door open.

“... I don’t know.”

He slightly nodded and mumbled a last apology before the door closed and you were left alone in a silent house.