#I’ve been watching my sisters volleyball games

[jadetheblueartist]

Hmmmmm I’m having the urge to design an entire volleyball team with awesome dynamics and great times….

[graciesluva]

jealousy, caitlin clark

caitlin clark x vb! reader

in which caitlin has a jealousy problem and let’s it get the best of her.

disclaimer: i don’t play volleyball :) i actually barely know anything about it except from what i’ve collected by watching my sister play so sorry if it’s inaccurate!

Caitlin made it a point to try and make it to all of your games. She rarely missed one unless basketball took her away, which you understood. You tried to make it to all of her games as well and you did most of the time, sitting with her parents if they were in attendance or just with your friends who also showed up.

Once the end of October hit, it was harder, but most of the time it worked out. August through September, you could almost always count on her being in the crowd, normally having Monika and Kate (or any of the girls) in tow.

On this particular night, the team was playing extremely well. You, a libero, had been taken out during the second set after landing on your arm in a painful way when trying to pancake on the floor. You were mad at yourself for it, never really getting hurt when diving or anything, but it was something that was out of your control now.

You were put back in during the third set, after winning the first and second sets. There was a dull pain in your arm as you dove to the ground to save a ball again.

Soon enough, the Hawkeyes took a third win, the game over. You clapped hands with the other team, heading back to the locker room with your team.

Once you’d gotten all of your things pack up, putting a pair of sweatpants, leaving you in your uniform top. You stepped out of the locker room, going to look for Caitlin who had told you she’d be here.

“Hey, 22!” you hear someone call. You share a number with Caitlin, something you both like. Quickly, you turn your head to see a girl from the other team stepping toward you, “You good from that fall earlier?” she asked.

You laugh softly, nodding your head, “All good here. I’m sure I’ll have some bruises.”

The girl nods, looking you up and down a little, pressing her lips together with a smile. Unbeknownst to you, Caitlin, Monika, and Gabbie were walking up after spotting you. Caitlin’s jaw was clenched, watching this girl check you out.

“Caitlin, you should calm down a little,” Monika told her, the three of them stopping far enough away to where you still don’t notice them.

Caitlin furrows her brows, “I’m calm,” she answered.

“You’re staring like you wanna kill someone and I know it won’t be y/n,” Gabbie chimed in.

Sure, Caitlin was a little protective of you. She had a little bit of a jealousy problem, but you couldn’t do anything about that. It’s like she knew when another girl or guy was flirting with you and it set her off real quick. When the girl talking to you gently hit your shoulder when laughing at something that was definitely not that funny, Caitlin almost lost it.

You felt fingers brush your back from behind you, latching onto your waist as they pulled you into their side. Knowing it was Caitlin, you put your hand on the side of her stomach, a smile gracing your features.

“Hi, nice to meet you,” Caitlin said to the girl in front of the two of you who now looks defeated. Caitlin looks a bit smug.

She smiled at Caitlin, “You too,” she said before looking back at you, “Good job tonight.”

“Thanks, you too,” you respond. The girl turns and walks away and Caitlin kisses your head gently.

You looked up at Caitlin, “Was that necessary, baby?” you asked with a smile.

She shrugged with a nod, “She was flirting.”

“She was being nice,” You respond.

Caitlin shakes her head as she presses a kiss to your lips, Monika and Gabbie walking toward the two of you.

Gabbie has a look of relief on her face, “We thought she was going to kill her,” the Marshall girl told you.

You stared up at your girlfriend with wide eyes as she shakes her head again, “They’re lying. I wasn’t going to kill anyone. Just had to make sure she knew you were taken.”

“Goodness, Clark, don’t lose your shit.”

[xetlynn]

Twilight- Youngest Shadow: Chapter Two, First Day

(Alice X Reader X Jasper)

[One] [two] [three]

“You two good to go on your own?” Charlie questions us as we’re almost out of the door. “I’m not showing up in a cop car on my first day.” I straight up say causing the two to snicker.

“Yeah I agree with [Name] here.” She shrugs and we go outside. I tug my helmet on, purposefully forgetting my jacket in the house. Lugging myself over my bike I tiredly turn it on.

I wait for Bella to get her truck started and I drive behind her.

Getting to the school with her loud truck and my motorcycles rev going, heads turn our way. I park right by her and I take my helmet off, throwing it into her truck bed. I go up beside her once she was out of the vehicle. All eyes were on us and I knew Bella was mortified.

She still has her earbuds in, listening to music even though that wouldn’t help her anxiety that she’s experiencing right now.

A few people said hi to us, the majority talking about us. It was annoying to put it simply.

I saw this kid with glasses come up to us, he tried speaking to me as well but I walked away leaving him to flirt with only Bella.

Of course I have to deal with something more agitating.

“You’re one of the new sisters, right?” A girl with some ponytail questions me. I raise an eyebrow at her. “What? I’ve literally been going to schools here since we were little. Wow.” I act offended, watching her eyes widen and I start laughing.

“My names [Name]. I’m the younger sister.” I tell her, her shoulders fall and she forces out a laugh too. “I’m Jessica,” reaching a hand out. I guess I can try to be more friendly.

I take her hand, “nice to meet you.” I smile, “do you guys have a good Volleyball team? Softball team?” I take my hand back once I ask the question.

“Volleyball team, yes. Softball, I guess. I don’t really pay attention. I’m the captain of the volleyball team.” She proudly states and I smirk.

“When’s tryouts? Next year.” I ask,

“Oh due to something that happened earlier in the year we’re doing it now. Last day to tryout is today.” She explains.

“I guess I’ll see you there?”

“Well there’s so many forms you have to fill out, it’s unfortunate but you always have next year.” She seems to be intimidated and I didn’t even tell her about the fact I was the captain in Arizona. And that I have scholarships already for colleges who want me to play for them.

“I already have the forms, doctor wise. And I’m sure my dad wouldn’t mind signing anything.” I wink, walking ahead of her to find a seat in our classroom.

I wish I could’ve seen her face after that.

Oh well.

Day 14 after my first day, I was on the Volleyball team. Co-Captain. Something Jessica was secretly but not secretly upset about.

Practically yelling it into the universe without realizing it.

Luckily out of everything I have a class with my sister, unfortunate to her it was P.E. And believe it or not we’re playing Volleyball and Basketball. Bella was treating the Volleyball as if it was poison or something that could kill her.

“Block it Chloe! Good attack!” There’s Jessica, of course I have two classes with her. She’s treating this game as if it was a real one. In reality no body could give a rats ass about any of this. It’s just so they don’t get a bad grade.

I wasn’t putting in my all, kind of standing next to my sister, hitting it for her whenever it came our way. This time I wasn’t so lucky and the ball came flying toward her. I tried to get it beforehand but I ended up bumping into her causing the ball to go right for one of the basketball players head.

I cover my mouth trying my best not to laugh, failing. My sister gasps, both of us run over to him.

“Ow,” he rubs the back of his head.

“Are you alright? I warned them not to let me play.” She tells him in an embarrassed tone.

“It’s only a flesh wound.” He grins, pretty sure he doesn’t realize I’m there too. She physically looks relieved she didn’t do much damage.

The bell rings announcing class is over.

“You’re Isabella right?” He asks before she gets the chance to walk away. “Just Bella.” She corrects him.

“And you’re her sister, um..”

“[Name].” I tell him in a dry tone. Clearly not as welcoming as my beautiful sister beside me.

“I’m Mike Newton.” He goes back to staring at my sister like she’s a statue in a museum.

Right as I go to leave, because clearly I’m not in this conversation, Jessica puts her arm over my shoulder. Dragging me to be in between Mike and my sister once again.

“She’s got a great spike, doesn’t she? Almost better than her co-captain of a sister.” She jokes and we all kinda force out a chuckle. I get second hand embarrassment from her try to jabs at me for becoming the co-captain and not taking her spot.

“So, you guys are from Arizona right? Aren’t people supposed to be tan down there?” She takes her hit at Bella. I went to step closer to her, going to say something back but Bella spoke before I could get a word out.

“That’s why they kicked me out. And she just couldn’t let me leave without her.”

Mike laughs, and Jessica looks at him from the corner of her eye, forcing herself to do the same.

I feel my sister tense up from the attention so I finally get us out of the situation. By just straight up walking away and dragging her with me. That didn’t do too much because they ended up following us after we left the changing room. All the way to the cafeteria.

Normally we would go to Bella’s truck to eat, but due to being followed Bella thought we could join them. Make some friends I’m guessing.

Eric from earlier this morning sat between Bella and Mike. “Mike you met my home girl and her badass sister?”

That’s the nickname I get? I was trying to get away from him away not seem cool to him.

“Your home girl?”

“It’s first grade all over again and you two are the shiny new toys.” Jessica tells us, Bella smiles awkwardly and I press my lips tightly together.

Suddenly a flash goes off, blinding my sister and I. We look up at the photographer. “Sorry, needed a candid for the feature.” The girl sweetly smiles.

She wore glasses, brunette hair pulled into a low ponytail.

“Features dead, Angela. Don’t bring it up again.”

I make a face at Eric who just said that. No reason to be mean to the girl.

“I got your back, baby. You too sweetheart.” He winks in my direction making me gag internally.

“Guess we’ll just run another editorial on teen drinking.” She says clearly disappointed.

“Sorry. There’s always eating disorders or Speedo padding on the swim team.” My sister says and I choke on my saliva after trying to stop myself from laughing. “Wait that’s a good one.” Angela says obviously not getting that it was kind of a joke.

Then the doors open to the cafeteria. Everyone’s attention going to these gorgeous people who look older than I guess they are.

Two girls and two guys walk through together. “Who are they?” Bella leans to the two girls at our table.

I watched the couple behind the first one that walked through the doors. A tinier girl with short hair, her boyfriend with honey-blond hair who’s taller. My eyes met with the girl but I didn’t look away. She smiles a tiny bit.

They sat down at the table that’s furthest from everyone else’s.

“The Cullen’s.” Angela says, Jessica leans in towards us even more.

“Doctor and Mrs. Cullens foster kids. They all moved down here from Alaska two years ago.” Jessica gossips.

“They kinda keep to themselves.” Angela adds in.

“Because they’re all together. Like together together. The blonde girl, Rosalie. The big dark haired guy, Emmett.” Bella was paying attention like her life depended on it. Rosalie looked exactly like a model. Her man looking like a pro wrestler, less serious than his girl.

“They’re a thing, I’m not even sure that’s legal.” Jessica judges them but of course she still finds them attractive.

“Jess, they’re not related.” Angela stands up for them even though I’m sure they could careless what Jessica thinks of them.

“But they live together.” She rebutted before continuing on.

“The little dark-haired girl is Alice. She’s really weird.” Alice was a part of the couple I was staring at. She seemed light on her feet too.

“She’s with Jasper, the blonde who looks like he’s in pain. I mean, Dr.Cullens like the foster dad slash match maker.” Jessica slightly jokes towards the end. I will admit the situation is a little weird but we don’t know their story. She shouldn’t be so quick to judge.

“Maybe he’ll adopt me.” Angela sighs, Bella and I laugh. I like her. Then the door swings open again, the last Cullen with no foster match beside him.

I guess he looks like a model too.

“Who’s he?” Bella seemed intrigued, not taking her eyes off of him. “Edward Cullen.” Suddenly he looks over as if he heard his name from so far away. His eyes met with my sisters.

He seems confused and Bella looks away but I stare him down trying to get a read off of him. “He’s totally gorgeous, obviously. But apparently, no one here is good enough for him. Like I care.”

She obviously cared.

I watched the boy hide a smirk and I raised an eyebrow. We made eye contact and I don’t waver down.

“Anyway don’t waste your time.” She tells Bella.

His face was like a rock. Barely any emotion showed.

Weird.

I finally looked away. “I wasn’t planning on it.” Bella says but she takes a peek at Edward who was now out right staring. His expression seemed frustrated. I watched her become unnerved, now hiding behind her hair.

I roll my eyes at the whole situation, the lunch bell finally rang and I separated from the group. Angela was kind of behind me. Like she wanted to say something but was too scared. I took a deep breath. At least this wasn’t Jessica.

“Hey.” I smiled, slowing myself down to look at her. She jumps a tiny bit. “Oh, hey.” She smiles in return. “What’s your next class?” I asked, she seemed shocked that I was talking to her. Again Bella’s more welcoming than I am. So this is understandable.

Bella has that resting sad face, the one that makes people gravitate towards her, make sure she’s okay. As for I have a resting angry face. My eyebrows downturned, also it seems like these people have problems with piercings for some reason.

“Uhm, Algebra 2. You?”

“Oh same, twins.” I add little jazz hands making her warm up to me a little more.

“Aren’t you a sophomore though?” She quizzes, trying to remember if she was correct.

“I’m a Junior. I skipped a grade or so. When I was younger I needed to be with Bella for everything.” I laughed at the memory of little me, taking tests to be in classes with my older sister.

She chuckles too, “that’s cute.” She says, both of us entering our classroom. “There’s an empty seat next to me, c’mon.” She lead the way.

The class was basically just taking notes.

At the end of the day, I go straight to my bike, grabbing my helmet from Bella’s truck bed. I didn’t notice two specific stares as I put my helmet on, getting on the bike.

I then watch Bella get to her truck, visibly upset about something as she slams the door shut after getting in.

I wonder what that’s about.

I already told Charlie I was going to the Reservation to see Jacob and the other guys. Charlie and Bella are gonna go out to eat together at his favorite coffee shop. Once getting there, Jacob comes out with Quil.

“[Name]!” They both shout, sprinting my way we aim kicking down the kick stand then taking off my helmet.

“Nice hair.” Quil teases and I roll my eyes. “Yeah, yeah. I left my brush at home today.” I frown giving them both hugs. “Where’s Bella?” Jacob looks around and I place a hand on my heart. “You too?”

“Am I not good enough anymore?” I pretend to be sad, I nudge Quil, Jacob furrows his brows confused by what I mean.

“Everyone at school is enchanted by Bella.” I inform him, we start walking. “I’m not hurt by it. But it’s super noticeable being next to her.” I laugh mainly to myself because I’m sure they wouldn’t find it funny.

“Well we notice you.” Quil pushes me. Jacob doing the same thing.

“I’m glad I have you Quil because Jacob totally still has a puppy crush on my sister.” I make fake kisses towards him, Quil roars into laughter, Jacobs face warming up in response.

Everyone knew about it, seemingly except my sister. It was no secret.

“That’s when I was like 9. Can’t we move past that?” He whines, but he was partially serious. I sat there quietly for a moment. “No.” I giggle with the other boy next to me as Jake was offended.

“So when’s your next game? Can we go, see you in action?” Quil questions me, he was excited to ask though he definitely just wanted to see the hot girls on the team. I smile, shrugging.

“We have one in two days. You guys are welcome to come. I know Charlie wants to bring Billy.” I nudge Jacob. “Well I’d be happy to come with them.” He says.

“I’ll write my schedule down for you guys. Billy can talk to my dad to see what’s best.” I try to hide my excitement from them. My mom usually forgot about my games from how much she runs around. Either being 30 minutes late or not coming at all. She always felt guilty once she realized. Apologizing over and over, ending in her getting my ice cream or some weird craft she made.

Dad always called me before and after my games. Even watching the tournaments on YouTube that our school put on.

I’m a middle blocker, normally doing the spikes, or obviously blocks. My serves were also known for being powerful.

“We’ll be there for every single one.” Quil tells me and I grin.

“I’ll count on it then:” I smirk.

“Want to put your talent to the beach? Everyone’s down there.” Jacob asks.

“Hell yeah, I’ll even race you fuckers to the car.” I laugh, all three of us racing to the vehicle that Jacob ends up driving.

Chapter two😚

Edited🤟

[soranihimawari]

1/100th of a Second

Or how a poor college student became the sweetheart off a popular rookie athlete in his debut season…

Warnings: none? Just a meet cute at Noehbi…?

Pairings: Bokuto Kotarō x (fem!)reader

Ratings: reunitedbest friends!->lovers

Based on this image i had commissioned from @/rrabittt

Love, as scientific experts say, can change the chemistry of your brain. Love, some romantics who write in the genre, say can happen as often as a clap of thunder in the storm. Love, as you know it, walked into the classroom of your fifth grade class and you feel your young heart fall instantly within 1/100th of a second when your eyes meet the most talkative boy in your class.

Sure, for the next four years, until you enter different high schools, you were inseparable. Taking naps, going to support each other’s sporting events, you name it, he was there for every win and you were there for his. It wasn’t until your middle school year was ending that you had to break the news to him up weren’t able to join him in at Fukurodani. He was devastated and he seemed to visibly deflate and poke around his bento.

“But it’s not like I’m going to be too far away, Bo,” you remind him. “You can always watch my games when I start the season in Hyogo. My mom went to Inarizaki too before moving here to Tokyo for university and she met my dad instantly and kicked off their love story…”

“Yeah, but it’s not the same! You’re gonna be 12+ hours away by bus even more so my walking…”

“The scouts saw me out perform everyone on the team this year even if we didn’t make it to the girls’ junior nationals…’m really sorry bokkun.”

That summer, before you packed up and left, you don’t let the fight you two had nearly three hours before you leave with your parents who would drop you off in another city, stop you from marching to his house in the pouring rain. You pounded on his door and when his older sister answered the door, she leans over her shoulder and you don’t wait for her to return with a towel. For once, you put your heart on the line and in true story book fashion, you bully your way into your best friend’s room:

“Bokuto Kotaru!”

He’s never heard you yet at him, but you at 14 years old knew how to get his attention without the yelling. He hit his growth spurt this year and is now at a comfortable height difference for you to reach up, cup his face and humble him with his first kiss being stolen by you.

“You’re insane,” he mumbles.

“Absolutely stark raving mad,” you jest back before hugging him. “Thought you should know I’ve been wanting to do that since we were ten.”

And so, you leave when he wishes you luck in Hyogo.

Almost a full three years later, you’re back in the city that bared and raised you. Tokyo was ever growing, ever expanding. It would be the same across the country in Hyogo. Sure you were a bit timid even in the past, however ever since your parents decided to split, you find yourself back in your hometown.

It's a weird feeling hearing your old friend in your new high school's gymnasium. Apparently, though you were studying at Nohebi (because they were still accepting transfer students right before the year had started), you happened to join a classmate to oversee her boyfriend's volleyball club training. That's when you see a few of the guys clad in ivory. The third team that were invited were a den of cats, and you seem to pick up this was a pre-pre season face off. Noehbi's vice captain nudges one of the others whom your girl friend from class waves toward and you are introduced to Daisho Suguru. His rival, the tall guy in red, still insults him, but you sort of laugh at their banter. However, your attention goes to the third young man clad in the ivory and gray practice uniform. Sure, you haven't seen each other in three years, but you can tell he sort of filled out: chest and torso was worked out on a weekly focus rotation; his legs were covered with compression leggings which only accentuated his...other assets; and oh my god, you realize he's walking toward you.

"Excuse me," you smile at Daisho and his-your-girl friend, and you respond when you know Bokuto's voice has changed to a little raspier one than before. "Bo?"

"YN?"

You both chuckle and you let Daisho make the call to have the first practice match be between Nekoma (red team you found out later) and Nohebi, begins. WInner of that match will square off with one of the five top aces in the year.

Hours later, you're seen walking in the opposite direction of your own home, reconnecting with the boy you stole your first kiss from at 14. You fill him in on your life, even your parents divorce, "so the judge agreed I was old enough to choose who and where I wanted to live, so I came back home...with my dad."

"Cool, but y'know, 'm sorry they split," Bokuto says, holding your hand and giving it a squeeze.

"Me too, but I'm glad they're living their own truths now," you reply, shyly combing a piece of your hair behind your ear. “I’ll be here through the end of our third year. So, I’ll be seeing you more I guess.”

He hums, nodding along. 

“Once an old friend, always an old friend,” Bokuto beams. 

You don’t bring up the time you literally gave him his first kiss, that memory could burn for all you care. Awkward and all, however that was three years ago and as his house comes to view, he asks you something a bit…sweet?

“Want to come in?” 

You, who think nothing of it, agree, stepping across the threshold of the front door you’ve came through so many times. His house is lively with with sisters and even the eldest one now is finally expanding the family. Her sweet smile invites conversation, but thankfully after you had said your greetings, she understands her kid brother more than anyone else. The middle sisters are gushing over the latest sonograms of their eldest sibling while Bokuto chimes in with being named a godparent almost immediately.

“Well, if I make Koutaro a god parent, then,” his expecting sister glances at you. “I’d have to make you one too I guess.”

Your cheeks are burnt sunset orange when Bokuto pulls you away from the kitchen saying something about homework.

“They are as lively as ever…So, your one-san is expecting? That’s something I wasn’t expecting when you told me she was gonna come home for a few months and travel back I think before she gets too far along…You an uncle? That’s also great too,” you ramble a bit. You take an opportunity to see the achievements he made with being the ace for the volleyball clubs since your move, spotting the article framed of him and his near perfect posture for a pipeline spike. 

“Bokuto,” your voice is gentle. “Why did you invite me inside?”

He places his things down at the corner of his bed before sitting on the edge of it.

“Because I missed you way more than I imagined.”

Considering you’re standing by his desk right now, you arch an eyebrow, but you shrug your shoulders. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t write or call,” you confess. “I didn’t have enough time to ask for a computer at the time. I mean, I had tablets, sure, but we didn’t make it a point to trade social media.”

“Come here,” he holds your hand. You listen to him and walk toward him until you’re close enough he hugs you; a hand of yours rustles his hair. You chuckle slightly amused when he nuzzles his cheek against your torso. 

“Affectionate as always,” he hears you say. His eyes light up and he chooses to ask you something a bit bolder. 

“Mind if I do something?”

You shake your head before asking if he’s attempting to flirt with you (again).

“So what if I am,” Bokuto loves it when you tease him a bit. His lips find yours after he guides you to sit on his lap for a bit. There’s a smile you feel post him pecking your lips as he finally decides to take a chance for you both. For the boy who cares and emotes too much to find the person who inspired him to return after some time, having you return his affections meant the world to him.

So when future you had honed your skills in obtaining your degree in public relations, you stand in the press room with the rest of the rookie volleyball players from the Monster Generation, a sparkly stone shines on your finger when just a regular ace answers a question from the press.

[thaliagrayce]

thank you @tinybro for sending me a prompt!! hope it makes you smile :)

There’s another boy sitting on the bleachers today. He’s in the first row, heels balanced on the edge of the seat and arms wrapped around his knees, a little ball of black hair and brown jacket. He’s watching the girls on the team kind of sullenly, but he’s making no move to get up or leave.

Maybe he’s stuck here, too. It might be nice to have someone else his age at these things.

“Hey, Thalia!” One of the girls on the team waves them down as they get closer to the volleyball court. Jason doesn’t recognize her, which is kind of weird—he’s been sitting through every practice the Central High Hunters girl’s volleyball team has had for two years, since Thalia joined. He knows them all by now, and they joke around that he’s part of the team. His role switches from Manager to Mascot, whichever one the girls think is funnier in the moment. It’s a little embarrassing, yeah, but also kind of nice. He knows he isn’t really part of the team, but they make him feel included anyway.

This girl is new, though. She’s got long, dark hair braided down her back, and she smiles at them both as they approach.

“This must be Jason! That’s so great, I was worried Nico would get bored. Let me introduce you!”

She leads them to the boy on the bleachers, and he looks up as they approach. His eyes immediately zero in on Jason. They’re wide and really, really dark.

“Nico, this is Jason. He’s another Team Brother stuck with us girls. Jason, this is my brother Nico.”

Jason gives Nico a smile and waves at him, and Nico slowly uncurls from his position. He’s wearing some sort of anime t-shirt under his jacket, and Jason doesn’t recognize the character.

Coach Diana blows her whistle from the sidelines, and Thalia smacks him on the shoulder. “Be nice, Jaybird. Yell if you need anything.”

The girls run off to start practice and Nico and Jason are left staring at each other.

“Hi,” Jason says after an awkward minute. He debates with himself a little before sitting directly to Nico’s right.

“Hi.” Nico kicks his heels against the bleachers below them. They sit.

Jason glances at Nico out of the corner of his eye. He’s probably in Jason’s grade, or maybe the one below. Jason’s never seen him before, though, so he must go to a different school. His ears are pierced, and Jason has only met girls who have their ears pierced. He hadn’t known boys were allowed to do that. Little black studs glitter at him as Nico rocks with the swinging of his feet, and Jason wants to ask him how he got them done. He wants to ask how he thought of the idea, what he did to convince his parents to let him. He wants to ask if Nico thinks Jason could look that cool, too.

Instead, he starts with something a little less huge.

“Who’s that on your shirt?”

Nico turns his head to look at him, cocked to the side. Instead of answering right away, he shoves one of his hands into his jacket pocket.

“Do you play Mythomagic?” Nico brings his hand out wrapped around a couple loose trading cards. Jason can see a flash of bright color on the top one, something with electric blue lightning bolts on it.

“I’ve never heard of it,” he admits. “What is it?”

It’s the right question to ask, apparently. A huge grin splits Nico’s face, and he spends the rest of practice explaining how the game works, the lore behind the game, and the pilot episode of the anime based off of it. His shirt, apparently, is the main character’s rival.

Neither of them notice that practice is over until their sisters come back to the bleachers, sweaty and tired.

“Heya, nerds,” Thalia calls. “Time to head out.”

Jason blinks at her. “Already?” Last he checked, they were still warming up!

“Already. C’mon, kid, time for dinner.”

Jason turns back to Nico and tries not to look too disappointed. “Thanks for spending time with me, I had a lot of fun.”

“I— Yeah, me too.” Nico smiles at him, smaller, shier now that there are more people watching. “If you want, I can bring some of my decks next time? If you’ll be here.”

Jason smiles back at him. “Yeah, lets see if I can remember the rules!” Next time. He likes the sound of that.

[thebirdandthebee]

Easy As

A Carmen Berzatto Universe

A/N: Okay I did skip over another request in the inbox for this one, but it was too fun to put together. Any feedback and thoughts are welcome!

Vanessa Monaghan is the breath of fresh air that Carmen had been gasping for.

Page 17: Hushpuppies

Vanessa crossed one leg over the other, leaning into Carmen’s side with their fingers intertwined as they took the train to West Town.

Tonight, after sixth months of dating, Carmen was heading to Bert Monaghan’s four million dollar penthouse to meet for the first time. His palm was sweaty around the neck of a nice bottle of wine while Vanessa mindlessly scrolled through her Instagram account.

“I need the tips, V,” Carmen said, clearing his throat.

“The tips?” Vanessa asked, looking up from her phone. “Tips for what?”

“Your Dad,” he replied. He desperately needed Bert to like him. He could see things getting serious with Vanessa and he wasn’t going to compromise that by saying the wrong thing tonight.

“Carmen you don’t need tips for my Dad,” Vanessa assured. “He’s going to like you, I’m already sure of it.”

“What makes you so confident?” Carmen asked, trying not to give away the fact that he was shaking internally.

“Because,” Vanessa straightened up a bit, “Daddy cares that you care about me, and that I’m happy,” she shrugged softly. “Yes, you’re smart, responsible, rational, but you treat me really well and don’t have an active warrant for arrest,” she grinned. “I’ve already talked you up a bunch, he’s hoping you can walk him through a few ideas for hosting some of his pals for their annual golf trip in Boca next month,” she added.

“Ideas?” Carmen asked.

“Yeah, for like wines and meals to serve, Daddy likes to be trendy and on top of it,” she laughed. “Whatever he says though, you cannot let him talk you into coming down to cook for all of them for the weekend – they’re all degenerates,” she smiled. “Bunch of frat boys that never grew up, just got older.”

Carmen let some of the air leak out of his veins at her words. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Vanessa greeted the doorman with a tight hug before they hopped in the elevator to the penthouse.

“Donald’s son was in a terrible hit and run last spring,” she said, referencing the doorman. “Daddy paid for his corrective surgeries and bought him a new car when they found out the guy who hit him had no insurance.”

“Your sister isn’t here, is she?” Carmen asked.

“No, she had some school event,” Vanessa shrugged, “I figured we could go catch one of her games in a few weeks,” she added.

“That would be fun,” Carmen nodded. Vanessa’s little sister, Nicola, was a sophomore on the DePaul women’s volleyball team – and while they hadn’t met yet, watching Vanessa monitor her sister from time to time really put his relationship with Sugar into perspective. Her youngest sister, Hannah, was at a boarding school in Connecticut – something that Carmen didn’t realize existed for seventh-graders.

Soon they were standing on front of Mr. Monaghan’s door, an artfully crafted PH below the peephole.

“Should we knock?” Carmen asked as Vanessa reached for the handle.

“Nah, Daddy knows we’re coming,” She shrugged. She pushed the door open and Carmen renewed his grip around the wine bottle, wondering if the deodorant he applied that morning was still working.

“Daddy?” She called out from the impossibly modern and chic entryway.

“Hi Lala,” he could hear Bert before seeing him, the older man rounding the corner out of an adjacent room, pulling Vanessa into a tight hug.

“Mr. Berzatto,” Bert said with a big smile, “so nice to meet you, Carmen,” he extended a hand, which Carmen shook firmly.

“Great to meet you, Mr. Monaghan,” Carmen replied, looking up at man who towered over him. He could immediately see some of the shared characteristics between Mr. Monaghan and Vanessa – same dark eyes, same chin.

“Please, call me Bert,” he laughed, come in, come in, I just took the covers off of dinner,” he laughed a booming laugh. “Hope you don’t mind, Carmen, I ordered in tonight from one of Lala’s restaurants,” He explained.

“You did?” Vanessa asked, stepping out of her boots and Carmen doing the same with his sneakers. “Where from?” She asked, following her father to the kitchen.

“Ina Mae’s – the Southern place you took me to for Father’s Day!” Bert explained, revealing a countertop full of to-go containers. Vanessa was touched. Ina Mae’s was a family-owned spot in West Town that was one of her pro-bono clients she chose to support. She loved the food and the people that owned it, and helped with a great deal of their marketing and advertising efforts over the past year and a half.

“Oh Ina’s is so good,” Vanessa gushed, looking at Carmen who stepped into the kitchen. She was sure she could hear the green flags dinging in his mind.

“This kitchen,” he exhaled. “You could do some serious damage in here, Bert,” he grinned. All top of the line appliances –floor to ceiling Viking appliances, all-clad pans hanging from a bespoke rack and custom details galore.

“Thought you’d like it!” Bert laughed, “come look at this wine dispenser,” he insisted, “we can drop that one in there!”

Vanessa laughed as Carmen carefully inspected all of the integrated tech and gadgets in her father’s kitchen. It was very on-brand for Bert to have the nicest of everything but no idea how to work any of it. She was sure those pots and pans came down off the rack twice a year for the home chef to make Thanksgiving and Easter dinner.

However, she loved the picture of them together and Bert was preening under the attention from Carmen. It was a good match.

She’d begun to help herself to the hush puppies on the primary island as her father showed Carmen the built-in vacuum on the secondary for food prep cleanup.

“Daddy, you should show Carmy the knife drawer,” Vanessa suggested, peeling back the lid on the crab dip – confident she could find the bread slices nearby. Carmen’s eyebrows raised excitedly.

“I don’t know how to use any of them, but they’re pretty sweet,” Bert said, leading him over to the storage built-ins on the far wall.

An easy twenty-five minutes went by and the men were still poking around the kitchen, this time, in the butler’s pantry.

“Bert,” Vanessa called, “maybe Carm is hungry?” she asked, not willing to hold back from the entrees much longer.

“Ah, you’re right, sorry Carm,” Bert laughed heartily. “It’s so fun to show this off to someone it actually matters to,” he clapped Carmen on the back. Carmen was still stunned to see the knife drawer, which housed about fifty grand worth in Nesmuk knives.

“I don’t mind!” Carmen insisted, “I’ve worked in a ton of professional kitchens that weren’t nearly as nice as this,” he laughed. Soon they were all gathered around the informal dining area of the kitchen, passing around fried chicken, smoked turkey, deviled eggs and mac ‘n cheese.

“This is home cookin’ for me, Carm,” Bert explained. “I grew up in Chalmette, Louisiana and moved to Chicago when I was 16.” “I’ve never been to Louisiana but I’d love to go,” Carmen replied, “I hear amazing things.” Vanessa’s hand came to rest on his knee.

“Where ya from, Berzatto?” Bert asked, pouring himself a glass of wine.

“Born ‘n raised Chicago,” Carmen nodded, “went to culinary school in Pasadena and ended up in kitchens in LA, then New York, now back home.”

“Carmen’s worked at Eleven Madison Park and The French Laundry,” Vanessa said excitedly, Carmen fighting the blush crawling up his neck.

“Aw, the spot we went to for your graduation!” Bert grinned, “Wow, that’s amazing, Carm!” He cheered. Carmen felt like he was back in the fourth grade, earning a gold star on his drawing, and he wondered why he was so nervous to meet Bert. Clearly with how incredible Vanessa was, he should have expected her father to be an equally good person. “What made you decide to come back home?” Bert asked. The bite of food going down Carmen’s throat went dry.

“I – uh, my brother passed,” he began, “and he left me his restaurant,” he explained. “So I’ve taken over there for the past year and now I’m using the bones to create a new spot.”

“He must have thought you were pretty amazing to leave you his restaurant,” Bert smiled. Carmen felt compelled to hug the man. Vanessa squeezed his knee. “Speaking of siblings,” the older of the two men looked to Vanessa. “Your little sister got suspended.”

“How do you get suspended from a boarding school?” Vanessa asked with a laugh, not surprised at all by this news.

“Apparently by freeing all the frogs in the biology lab and tossing the scalpels in the lake,” Bert explained, causing Carmen to cough.

“Oh my God, Hannah,” Vanessa laughed. “She’s a… free spirit,” she explained to Carmen.

“Sounds like it,” Carmen laughed.

The conversation flowed easily as they ate and Vanessa was thrilled to see her two favorite men getting along so well. They’d already made plans for Bert to come visit The Beef and Carmen had artfully danced around Bert’s invite for him to come to Boca for his annual boys’ trip.

They’d moved to the den after dinner, chatting further and cracking open a third bottle of wine. Carmen already decided they’d take a cab back to the apartment – he didn’t want to climb up the train stairs after his five glasses.

“Okay Daddy, I’ve got work tomorrow and so does Carm,” Vanessa insisted one the clock hit 10:30.

“Princess, don’t forget those shoes you left here last week,” He advised, referring to the pair of flats she’d forgotten in the guest room she’d helped picked new bedding for.

“Right, thank you – be right back,” she danced out of the room, heading down the hall and up the stairs.

“Carm, wait just a minute,” Bert smiled as Carmen shifted to stand up. He relegated back to the couch cushions. “I’m glad you and Vanessa are having fun, and you’re a great guy,” he started. Carmen’s stomach dropped to his ass. “She says you treat her well and support her,” he went on. “So as long as things stay that way, I think you and I can be good friends.”

“Yes, sir, it’s been great getting to know you,” Carmen agreed, squeezing the arm of the chair in his hand tightly.

“However,” Bert said, leaning forward. “If those things change, and you aren’t treating her like the princess she is – I’ll find someone who does know how to use those knives back in the kitchen and send ‘em over to The Beef,” he assured. “Understood?”

“Absolutely, sir,” Carmen nodded. He wished he could say something more assuring, but he knew Bert’s words were more a promise than a threat.

“Got ‘em!” Vanessa smiled, entering the den again. “Ready, Carm?”

“Yes, ready,” he nodded again, hopping up from the seat, and immediately regretting as his brain swam in wine.

“Careful you two,” Bert said, clapping Carmen on the shoulder as he headed back toward the foyer. “Carm, you let me know if you change your mind about Boca,” Bert said with a point.

“I will, sir,” Carmen did his best to force a smile.

“Princess, you text me when you get back home,” he said, leaning forward and kissing her cheek.

“Always do,” Vanessa replied. Soon, they were ducking back into a Prius down on the street.

“See? And you were nervous for what?” She teased, leaning into his shoulder.

[moonchild-things]

Chapter One: Endings and Beginnings

Summary: Shōyō Hinata loves volleyball! There is no doubt that all he really thinks about is volleyball. His sister, however, isn’t the same way. Sakura is ready to start her first year of high school at Karasuno with her twin brother and doesn’t really want to do anything, unlike Shōyō. Though she can’t help it when she gets dragged into the antics of the volleyball club.

Word Count: 4815

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A/N: Hey there, nice to see ya. I’ve been thinking about posting some more things on Tumblr but I realized that I could post my chapters here! Kind of a stupid thing of me not to consider, but when have I been known to make good decisions lol Have fun readin’!

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ON AN UNEVENTFUL DAY IN THE MIYAGI prefecture, a chilly air blew over the slightly busy streets. As people went about their business, a pair of ginger-haired siblings were biking down one of the roads towards their local park. The two nearly identical tweens were heading out with some friends to play soccer as they do on any other day.

They started to bike by a shop that had a television out front with two people already watching it. At the sound of the television, the orange-haired twin who had been pedaling the bike stopped and stared at the screen. It was a volleyball game between two high school teams. One of the teams was wearing uniforms covered in a dark navy blue and a bright orange. Interested at the sight of the game, they paused to watch it. To their amazement, they watched as the shortest players on the team jumped to an impossible height to spike the ball and earn a point for his team. The boy's eyes grew wide as he breathed out in awe at the feat the player pulled off.

The other tween, sitting in the front basket of the bike holding a soccer ball, looked at the screen as well with a raised eyebrow and a borderline bored expression. She hummed and brushed some of her shoulder-length hair from her eyes. The girl watched the match with a minuscule amount of interest. While she liked to play sports like soccer and baseball and was at least a little athletic, volleyball was never really something that intrigued her. Though watching it now almost made her fan of it. She had to admit how impressed she was by the shortest high school player, though not as awed as her brother.

"Truly a giant! That makes five point in a row!" The commentator exclaimed as the twins continued to watch the screen. One more intently than the other. "This is the Spring High School National Volleyball Championship. He might be surrounded by players as tall as 6'2", but that does not stop Karasuno's Tiny Giant from making a huge impact!"

"Oh Karasuno, the next town over." One of the two other men also watching the game commented. "They're not half bad."

Another tween rode up alongside the twins and came to a stop. His light chestnut hair swaying as he looked over to the two with a worried expression. "Hurry up, Shō, Saku-chan, we're going to lose our soccer field!"

However, Shōyō was still mesmerized by the screen. The image of someone so small, so short, having such an amazing ability like the Tiny Giant seemed to blow his mind. He was also on the shorter end of kids his age, like the Tiny Giant, and didn't even think that someone like him would be able to do that. "Karasuno..." He said in a sort of trance. With wide eyes, it seemed as though he had found someone to idolize. Instantly inspired after just watching a short snippet of the game.

He was then bumped on the head by a small pale fist from his sister in front of him. Shōyō cringed and rubbed his head with a pout. "Stop gawking and let's go." The girl drawled out.

"That hurt, imouto!" 

Sakura rolled her large, deep brown eyes, "I just want to get to the park already, now hurry up." While being impressed by the skills that the teens on the television displayed, Sakura didn't care as much as her brother. All that was important to her at the moment was getting to the park so she could let out some energy and lay around taking pictures of her brother fail at playing soccer. Shōyō was quite enthusiastic and athletic, but that didn't mean he the best at the sport. Her most precious pictures were of her brother getting hurt while doing something or other. She was kind of sadistic in a way.

So the group of friends headed to their destination. The image of the Tiny Giant still playing over in Shōyō's mind. It was quite obvious that he was now inspired just by watching a few minutes of that game. 

APPROXIMATELY THREE YEARS AND THREE MONTHS LATER

Excitement buzzed in the air around the short orange-haired boy who had run ahead of his team to get to the gym. His obvious excitement about having their game today was giving him far more enthusiasm than usual. He jumped down the staircase taking two steps at a time, nearly falling down a few times.

"Sho, slow down!" Izumi shouted after his overzealous friend while he and Koji chased after him.

Sakura shook her head and lazily followed after her brother's volleyball team. Her digital camera swayed around her neck as she walked down the steps. In the past three years, the girl didn't look as different as she did back then. The Hinata twins appeared to be just as similar to each other since they were little. The only difference was that Sakura had longer hair, like usual. There was also the fact that Sakura was a few centimeters shorter than her brother and obviously had some more feminine features. If her hair had been shorter, people surely would have mistaken her for her brother.

"He's really excited about this, huh?" Yuuki Kawashima, a first-year, commented as they descended the final steps.

Sakura scoffed, "that's an understatement." The three first-years turned to the older girl. "I had a hard time forcing him to go to bed because he was to hyped up for this."

"Really?" A different first-year, Tatsuya Mori, sweatdropped.

She nodded her head with pursed lips, "he can be such a pain."

The rest of the team, plus Sakura, finally caught up to Shōyō as he marveled at the gym. There were at least a dozen teams warming up at the nets or around the gym. Many were doing stretches, practicing jumps, serving, passing to each other, or practicing their dives. Each of them looked to be well put together and quite talented. Well, they look more skilled than Yukigaoka's team.

Shōyō took in the sight in awe. He was finally here! Finally, he'd get the chance to play volleyball just like his idol, the Tiny Giant. A real match against a real team for the first time ever. He had been dreaming about this for such a long time. "It's huge!" He took in a deep breath, "It smells like Air Salonpas."

"Don't say stuff like that, Sho." Izumi said, "It's dorky."

Koji, his dark-haired friend, agreed with a nod, "Yeah, don't be that guy."

"You're so weird," Sakura deadpanned.

"But guys this my very first real volleyball game." He exclaimed, "I've waited three long years for this."

Koji nodded his head, "That's true I guess it is kind of amazing we made it this far."

"Izumi, Koji," Shōyō turned towards the two, "thanks for coming to help our team out."

A light pink hue appeared on their cheeks, obviously due to embarrassment. "Don't make it weird," Koji grumbled as he looked away from his friend.

Izumi scratched the back of his neck. "Our game was the first one to finish, no need to make it a big deal."

"You too, first-years." Shōyō bounced up to the three other teammates. He was lucky to have gotten at least a few other players to make up a team, it was a miracle that these three had said they'd join. "I'm so thankful you three decided to join the volleyball club with me this season."

"Uh, sure. We're pretty terrible at this whole thing, but okay." Saiya Suziki, the third first-year on the team, said nervously at their captain's enthusiasm.

Koji stared at his orange-haired friend in slight annoyance. "Spare us the tears, Shōyō."

"I'm not crying!"

Izumi chuckled lightly, "You've got tears in your eyes." 

He disregarded that and jumped on his sister next and hugged her tightly, "Thanks for coming too, imouto!"

Sakura looked away from her energetic twin but didn't push him off of her. She was far too used to his behavior and his tight embraces. She shrugged her shoulders, trying to make it seem like she was indifferent though there was a light blush on her cheeks, "I'm just here for moral support."

"Um, I'm sorry to interrupt," Tatsuya said which broke the twins from their hug, "but we should really warm up now." 

Isumi nodded his head, "Come on, captain, you're in charge here."

"He's right, Shōyō. You're the one that dragged us into this tournament thing and you still haven't explained what all the rules are." Koji said in exasperation. It was true, even after forming the team and practicing just a little bit together, Shōyō had yet to go over how exactly to play. It probably would have been a good idea to do that earlier.

Shōyō spun around to face him with a shout, "I know that! Even though we barely made the cut, we are here to win this. Okay, guys."

Everyone stared at him in disbelief, except Sakura. She had already heard all about Shōyō's seemingly impossible goal to win the tournament. She had already gone through her shock last night. "We can't win with a thrown together team of rookies." Izumi blanched at his friend's high expectations.

"Sure we can!"

"Kitagawa first might be tough though." Koji thought out loud about the team they were matched up against. He had heard about them, along with their infamously terrifying reputation. They were one of the best teams around! How were they going to compete with that?

"Maybe. But I'll beat them anyway." Shōyō said with determination in his voice. He was obviously going to try and win this whole thing! The orange-haired boy even thought that he could try and win against some of the top tier teams. Though that seemed to be quite an impossible feat considering they were extremely inexperienced.

Sakura let out a sigh through her nose. She admired her brother's enthusiasm and determination but knew that it was displaced. There was no way that they were going to win this tournament, no matter how much Shōyō tried to hype up his team. Don't get her wrong, it was always a good idea to be confident especially when playing a sport. However, Sakura likes to look at the facts in this scenario. A team made up completely of kids who had not played even one actual game of volleyball didn't stand much of a chance. Call her a pessimist if you want, but that's how she sees it.

Just then footsteps were heard from behind the orange-haired captain as a team of extremely tall players walked up from behind him. Dawned in blue and white uniforms, it was the infamously powerful team from Kitagawa. Shōyō turned to look up at the players and blanched at just how intimidating they appeared.

"Excuse us!" Izumi said as he and Koji pulled Shōyō out of the way, "move dude."

The much smaller team watched them go with dread coursing through them. This was who they had to play against?! They were giants! "They're tall." Koji swallowed as they passed by the shell-shocked team.

The final player on the team who walked passed held an air of superiority, even over his own teammates. He was just as tall as the rest of the team, but for some reason, Shōyō felt like he was the player to really watch out for. Sakura was also surprised by the team and watched them with wide eyes. Though when she caught sight of the last player, she couldn't help but feel a shiver run up her spine.

Once the team passed by them, there was a loud roar of cheering which startled the small team. They ran out to see a large group of Kitagawa First Junior High School students cheering loudly for their team. There had to have been over four dozen kids there to cheer on their peers.

The other teams on the courts watched as the renowned junior high school team walked out to start practicing. "Hey, Kitagawa First is here." Someone commented.

"They're huge," His teammate marveled in slight fear.

On another end of the gym, a boy said, "Those guys scare the hell out of me."

"They're the best team around here."

A boy in an orange uniform said to his teammate, "They've got the king."

His teammate questioned, "The king?"

"What? You don't know? That's what they call Tobio Kageyama, he's a setter." He explained, "And he's supposed to be awesome."

Koji, breaking out of his shocked trance, pointed at the team with nervousness lacing his voice. "We'll be going up against these frickin' guys!"

"It'll be fine!" Shōyō exclaimed, "I don't care how big they are, I'll bust right through 'em!"

"Maybe you're right, Sho. You are a really good jumper." Izumi commented with a little bit of reassurance.

Koji joined in on the encouragement, "You've got this!"

Shōyō's stomach then let out a low rumble as his face started to turn a little green. His teammates stared at him as he hunched over clutching his stomach. "Wonder where the bathrooms are." Their captain then shuffled away, obviously sick with his nerves now. He groaned and whimpered as he walked off, to the shock of his team.

Sakura closed her eyes in despair at the sight. She knew that the pressure was going to end up getting to him at one point. "Well," she stared, gaining all of the boys' attention. "While Shōyō deals with that, you guys start warming up."

The boys nodded their heads at her suggestion, "Right!"

She flashed them a small side smile that disappeared just as quickly as it appeared. If they had blinked, the boys definitely would have missed it, "good luck, you're going to need it."

They all blushed at her encouragement and small smile. Sakura didn't smile, like at all, so the small uptick at the corner of her lips was rare. Of course, it also made her look quite adorable. Though, don't tell her that. She'd probably curse you for saying something like that about her.

The team then set out to do just as she said as Sakura made her way to the stands. She wanted to find a good spot of the game so that she could take some pictures. She trekked through the crowds of players and spectators. Though just as she was about to turn a corner to head up some stairs, she found herself colliding with someone.

She saved herself from falling over and made sure that her camera was safe. Brown eyes scowled at the person she had run into. Sakura had to look up quite a bit to see the eyes of the person who she had run into.

It was a member of the Kitagawa First team. He had black hair that was spiked up quite high. If Sakura had to be honest, his hair reminded her of an onion. He seemed to shiver slightly as he looked down at the girl who glowered at him.

"S-Sorry," he apologized to her as he backed away from her.

Sakura rolled her eyes and ignored him, "whatever."

Yūtarō watched the orange-haired girl walked around him and up the stairs, not sparing him another glance. He watched after her and noticed that she looked extremely similar to that little guy from that unknown school he's going to play against. The middle blocker shook his head and started to walk back into the gym. He had a game to focus on and not that scary girl.

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The game between Kitagawa and Yukigaoka had started. Of course, Shōyō had made it back onto the court just in time to practice a little bit with the others after his run-in with the King of the Court. Kageyama was quite an intimidating guy, he admitted. Though it wasn't going to scare him off. Shōyō was going to give this game his all. He wanted to win against Kitagawa! He was going to do everything in his power to win this match and then the next and the one after that until they were in the finals.

As the first few points were scored, it was quite obvious which team was more experienced. Kitagawa won point after point in a row from simple mistakes that Yukigaoka made. Sakura watched from the stands in a comfortable spot, the only one there to cheer on the small team. It was kind of sad to see that the team of six only had one supporter in the crowd. Though she knew that the boys' spirits were being kept high by her brother. He encouraged them and kept them from being discouraged after a point was lost. Shōyō did what he could to make them feel better, even if they were being destroyed.

She occasionally shouted out some form of encouragement like 'nice try' or 'you'll get it' from the stand. Other than that, she stayed kind of quiet among the crowd. It wasn't like she could really be heard over the noise that Kitagawa's cheer squad was making anyway. Though she was able to get a few good pictures of her brother and friends. Even one of Koji getting hit in the face, that one was definitely a keeper.

Kitagawa had won the first set, not a surprise, but Yukigaoka had done their best against them. Shōyō certainly showed how high he could jump and spike the ball. That was impressive in itself. 

The second set started and unlike the first, Yukigaoka was able to score at least a few points. Not enough to really make it seem like there was going to be a comeback, but it was still an improvement. Sakura was happy to see her brother having such fun for his first official game. It may not be going as he had hoped, but it was better than nothing, right?

She would love to see her brother actually win the game, but that was something that was impossible to even imagine. Despite wanting to believe in her brother and friends' abilities, she knew that they were going to lose. It was a no brainer, sadly. Kitagawa was just a team that was more well put together than Yukigaoka with more experience. There was no way that Yukigaoka could compete.

Though during the second set, Kageyama made it quite clear why exactly he was called the King of the Court. Sakura could see that he was a very arrogant and controlling player. He demanded so much from his teammates that caused quite a bit of tension between them all. In all honesty, Sakura could totally see the team calling for mutiny against him. Though she admitted that he was still very intimidating with the glare that always seemed to be on his face.

The winning point that caused Yukigaoka to lose ended with a mistake on Shōyō's part. Though he showed off his speed at spiking a ball, he had hit the ball out of bounds, ending the game with Kitagawa's win. Though before they lined up for the end of the game, Kagayama had decided to shout at Shōyō from the other side of the net.

"What've you been wasting all your time on for three years?"

From the stands, even Sakura could see how the setter's words had affected her brother. Shōyō went stock still as he processed what Kageyama had said. Her brother was shaking with his fist clenched and his knuckles turning a pasty white. Sakura certainly wasn't happy that the pompous king had said something so insensitive to him. She wasn't the only one.

"What did you say!?" Koji shouted in anger and had to be held back by Izumi.

"Koji! Calm down!"

"You don't know a damn thing about what Shōyō's been doing."

"You can't pick a fight in the middle of the court." Izumi implored him to stop.

"Watch me!"

Eventually, Izumi got Koji to calm down enough to get in line and he turned to Shōyō to get him to do the same. "Come on, Shōyō, let's go."

They then parted to the opposite ends of the courts to thank each other for the game. Sakura just scoffed as she put her camera around her neck safely to take some final pictures of her team. She wasn't as upset about the loss as she was about that stupid King of the Court. Bothering her brother like that was uncalled for. He was just playing the game to his best ability, no need to insinuate that Shōyō had wasted his time doing what he loved. She stomped off from her seat once she put her camera away and went to meet up with her brother and friends.

She passed by a group of four older boys who had been observing some of the game. They were obviously from a high school because they were wearing the uniforms for the Karasuno High School Volleyball Club. Though Sakura just brushes past them, more focused on her journey to find her brother.

"So that's the King of the Court, huh?" One of the boys with silver hair asked. 

The one next to him with brown hair nodded his head, "uhu, he'll be a force to be reckoned with when he gets to high school."

The third boy with a shaved head stood up straight from his previous position leaning on the railing. "The short kid seems promising too."

"Wonder what high schools they'll choose," a blonde-haired boy said with pursed lips. The quartet of high school volleyball players then turned around and left the stands.

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The third-years all gathered outside of the arena after the game. The first-years had already left, of course, after they made sure that Shōyō knew they were grateful they got to play. Shōyō was obviously upset, extremely so. Not even Sakura could seem to get him out of his small bout of depression over the game.

They walked towards the stairs where Shōyō stopped and stared out at nothing. Koji, Izumi, and Sakura shared a look with each other before Koji walked closer to their upset captain.

"Hey, we never stood a chance anyway." Koji said and placed his hands behind his head, "I heard those guys are candidates for the nationals."

Before either of the three could say anything else to Shōyō, the Kitagawa team themself came out of the building. After a small moment of silence between them, Shōyō finally spoke.

"No matter how good or bad each team is, in the end, it all comes down to winning or losing. If you lose, then you have to step off the court." He took a deep breath through his nose after his wise words before taking off down the stairs.

"Hey, wait up!" Izumi shouted after him as Koji did the same.

"What's the rush?"

Sakura watched her brother sprint down the steps to meet up with the one player who she may or may not despise at this point. After what he had said on the court to Shōyō, she wasn't going to let it go so easily.

"Hold it!"

Kageyama turned around to face who had called out to him. "Hm." He was slightly surprised to find that the orange-haired kid he had played against wanted to talk to him. 

Shōyō tried to get his words out, but his throat was starting to clog up slightly as the beginning of tears blurred his vision. "You might be the king who rules the court for now," tears started to stream down his face as he tried to stay strong, "but I'm gonna win, one day I'm gonna stay on the court longer than you."

Kagayama blinked up at him before narrowing his eyes and turning to him fully. "Only those who win get to stay on the court. Only the strongest. So if you wanna keep playing, then you have to become stronger."

A wind past between the two as the echoing sounds of the games still going on inside invaded the air. The challenge between them was now set. Shōyō was going to do everything that he could to improve upon his skills so that way when he met the setter again on the court, he would win. Kageyama then spun on his heels and walked away from the emotional boy.

The other third-years came down the stairs as well. Shōyō turned around and bowed deeply to them. "Thanks for everything."

The two other boys became flustered once again at Shōyō's words just like they did before the game. There were even tears starting to build up in their eyes. "Dude, don't make it awkward," Koji mumbled, "you don't have to thank us alright?"

"Huh?" Shōyō tilted his head as he looked at his friends, "What are you crying for?"

"I'm not crying, okay?!"

Sakura just chuckled at her brother and walked up to him. She slung her arm over his shoulder and let herself smile just a little bit. "Come on, let's head home."

---

So months passed for the Hinata twins. Shōyō and the other first-years had to practice with the girl's volleyball club since they were still down two teammates. They adapted to what they had for the time being. Sakura, of course, continued to encourage her brother to do what he loved and to never give up, even if deep down she saw it as slightly pointless. Why practice when you didn't have a team to play on? Though she didn't question that out loud to her brother. He was happy, and that's all that mattered to her.

The twins eventually made it to the end of the year. Now they were no longer third-years at Yukigaoka. No, they were going to be first-years at their new High School. It didn't take that long to decide which school to apply to. Shōyō had made his mind up about which school he wanted to attend ever since he first saw the Tiny Giant during nationals. Karasuno High School.

Sakura didn't really care about which school she went to. Even though she had the opportunity to go to a different school based on her academic scores, there was no way she was going to leave Shōyō. They were together no matter what, high school was going to be no different. So here they were, their first day of school. It took them about a thirty-minute bike ride over the mountain, but the twins had arrived at their new school. 

Though unlike the previous years, Sakura decided to change how she looked, at least a little. After all, it was high school. Don't most people change their styles then?  Sakura had taken it upon herself to cut her hair to the same length as Shōyō's. Now, the twins looked even more similar to each other, not that they cared much. She just thought, a new year, a new her. So what if people mistook her for her brother some times, she didn't mind. 

They chained up their bikes together, made their way into the building, and suffered through the opening ceremony. After nearly falling asleep during the ceremony, Shōyō was bouncing with excitement and nerves. He had been up almost all night thinking about how his first day would go, much to his sister's dismay.

"Are you going to join a club this year, Saku?" Shōyō asked as they walked through the crowd of their new peers.

Sakura shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know."

Shōyō's eyes sparkled like a little kid on Christmas. "You should join the photography club this year!"

"I should?" She asked him. Sakura hadn't been in any clubs the year prior, she didn't really see a need for them when she could just spend her time taking pictures or studying. Besides her junior high school didn't even have a photography club. The only way to have taken pictures for school was to join the yearbook club, but she didn't want to deal with the plethora of popular kids who were in it. Karasuno did have a photography club that wasn't just meant for the yearbook. She tilted her head and considered the idea. "I guess I could..."

"If you do you can probably take pictures of the volleyball team!"

Sakura nodded her head slowly at the justification, "I'll think about it."

"Cool!" He gave her a thumbs-up as he seemingly vibrated in place. "I'm going to go to the volleyball club, so meet up with me at the gym later, kay?"

Sakura smirked, "alright, see you."

The twins then parted ways, Shōyō heading to the gym to meet up with the volleyball club and Sakura searching for the photography club. Though one of them was going to get one of the biggest shocks of their lives once they made it to their destination.

[skyeward-otp]

Ask Meme

Got tagged by @agentramsey​

1. Are you named after anyone?

My dad was a big fan of the X-Files when my mom was pregnant with me, so they named me after Gillian Anderson. My middle name is the English/American version of my abuelita’s (my dad’s mom’s) name.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Almost cried last night watching a movie called ‘Above the Shadows’. The night before that I nearly cried cause my sister was using onions in dinner and the fumes were very, very strong.

3. Do you have kids?

No. But I do have a nephew who is almost eight months old and super cute and I’m visiting him this week and it was the best decision I’ve made.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Occasionally. Not with everybody. 

5. What sports do you play/have you played?

I’ve never been a really sporty person. but i did volleyball in elementary school, as well as track. i did a couple weeks of track in middle school before quitting.

6. What’s the first thing you notice about other people?

Their eyes, probably. Or their smile if they’re doing that.  

7. What’s your eye color?

Brown.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings. Ask my sister, i’m not a big fan of scary movies.

9. Any special talents?

Special talens? Um...maybe?

10. Where were you born?

Pacific Northwest. 

11. What are your hobbies?

Movies and tv. writing. playing some types of video games

12. Do you have any pets?

used to have a family fish when i was kid, and then i had my own goldfish in high school. but currently no pets.

13. How tall are you?

4′ 11 3/4″

14. Favorite subject in school?

english and theatre

15. Dream job?

something that i can use my digital media arts degree with once i get it. preferably, i’d like to work for myself, so i can set my own hours and all that, but i think it’d also be kinda cool to work in the entertainment industry, as long as there are good working conditions and whatnot.

Brain’s in vacation mode so i’m not gonna tag anyone

[pathologicalpeoplepleasers-blog]

My Autobiography entitled "You're on your own kid"

My name is Rachel Ashley Sega Barrientos, I know my name is too long so you can just call me Ashley. The name Rachel is derived from my father’s name “Racel” and the name Ashley just came out of nowhere. I am 18 years old, I was born on 23rd of February in 2005, in Hospital of Calapan, Oriental Mindoro.

I grew up in my grandparent’s house after my parents separated. I was 2 years old at the time. My father was abusive and threatened my mom that he would throw me out of the window if she didn't give him any money. Of course my grandparents would never let that slide. So my mom left him and left me with my grandparents and went abroad to work and make a living.

I can honestly claim that I had a great childhood. Even if it wasn't perfect, I enjoyed sneaking out whenever my grandparents weren't looking. My grandparents set very tight guidelines for how I had to live. Particularly with my grandmother, I had a sporadically warm and chilly relationship with them. When my grandparents were away, I would sneak out to play violent games like tex, jolen, habulan, tagu-taguan, and more while they were not looking. That annoyed my grandma since, in her opinion, it was a boy's game. She then purchased me a Barbie doll collection and a play kitchen. While I reside under their roof, I abide by their regulations. It wasn't very fun growing up with so many seniors around you. As I started school things became more challenging for me. I’m aware that my family is a little well off which makes me feel awkward in school or outside the house because people would watch me like a hawk as if they’re waiting for me to make a mistake. I never like it when people would look at me with disappointment in their eyes, that’s why ever since, I’ve been scared to make a single mistake.

After I made friends in school it became a little easier, because for once, I felt like I belonged. Eventually I enjoyed going to school. I learned a lot of things not only from my teachers but also from my friends. Attending public school in the province means more time outside the classroom. Doing activities like sports, gardening, cleaning, and rolling around in the grass. My favorite part in our school was building a dampa. It’s a tradition exclusive for 5th graders to make a dampa before the school year ends and to cook all the plants that we planted around the first quarter of the school year. I focused all my attention on my school and made myself busy so my grandparents wouldn’t call me lazy and also so that I could spend more time outside. I even joined every competition that would make us compete with other schools, such as MTAP, oral reading, journalism, and science fairs. I even joined the volleyball team. All that time I spend outside the house, away from my grandparents makes me feel lighter. I can say that I’m proud of myself for doing things without my grandparents' help. I love doing things on my own.

We graduated a short while afterwards. I had to relocate to Cavite in order to complete my private school studies. I also moved in with my cousin and aunt. My life hasn't altered much other than the fact that my cousin is a lot harder to live with than my grandparents. In this period of my life, I mastered the art of advocating for myself and developed a deep affection for the solitude that I now define as being at peace. My dearest friends and the only ones I thought of as my sisters were pals I made in high school. We weren't flawless, but I would always make the right decision. One of the most important times in my life was when I was in junior high school. I got to know some really cool people. I had so much fun and for once, I enjoyed life without worrying about other people. But things started to get darker as I grew older. I believe that while life appears simple on the outside, it will actually make you cry on the inside. I'm aware that life will never be the same as it was when everything was sunshine and rainbows, but the only thing we can do is keep moving forward and look for ways to be happy. While I'm writing this autobiography, I can't help but smile as I think back on the people who taught me how to be tough, how to stand up for myself, and how to survive on my own. This tale may not be the one that everyone wants to hear. but this story shows how I become the person I am today.

[purplesurveys]

1611

The detail survey!

You should answer all the questions with detail.

In detail…how did you meet your crush/boyfriend/lover/etc.: Sorry to miss the point of this survey right off the bat lol, but I don’t have anyone special at the moment. Maybe it’s a realization that I got a little bit too late, maybe it’s the self-love that I’m trying to nurture and protect these days, maybe it’s trauma, quite frankly it might just be my asexuality coming into play, but I quite like being on my own.

In detail…what are you wearing? I have on a gray sweatshirt and the pajama shorts from a pajama set I have. The top I’ve actually had on all day (it was what I put on this morning, when we were still in Tanay), and just didn’t feel the need to change out of since I’ve been cold this entire time. I’ll switch to a new top tomorrow morning before work so I don’t feel icky.

In detail…what are you doing tomorrow? I have work tomorrow and I imagine I’ll be pretty busy and on do-not-disturb mode at home since Monday is typically the most hectic and exhausting day of the week; as for specifics, I do have three meetings already slated for the day – that can always change though. Jimin’s collab with Taeyang is coming out tomorrow afternoon too so at least I have something to look forward to! I’m already expecting to zone out of work for around a half hour or so so that I can properly listen to the song and fangirl a bit with friends. Lastly, I do have a client pitch on Tuesday so I should spend some time practicing my lines and slides.

In detail…what did you do today? This morning I woke up still in our accommodation in Tanay – this quaint, quiet spot in the middle of the mountains and streams and nature, with domes for rooms. It’s basically a place that’s meant for you to disconnect from the world; wifi was weak and every single spot was devoid of mobile signal, and no TV in the room either. 

I had pancakes and a couple of hotdogs for breakfast (super good!), then my sister and I stayed in our room right after since it was raining all morning. We had already spent so much saliva the day before just talking and playing whatever random game we could think of (again, weak wifi and no signal) lol, but this morning our Gen Z asses couldn’t take it anymore so I finally opened YouTube and pulled her to watch a few episodes of Watcher’s Dish Granted with me hahaha even though each video took ages to load. By noon we had checked out, and was on the road for 2-3 hours. Before going home though we headed to this Singaporean place where I had laksa and a few sticks of street food; right after that we picked up the dogs from the local dog hotel, and then FINALLY we were on our way home. Spent a few hours watching BTS content, and maybe around a half hour catching up on work backlog, and now I’m here doing this survey before I turn in.

In detail…what did you do/will you do on your birthday? For my last birthday I spent it mostly at home and didn’t really do anything other than lie on the couch and, surprise surprise!, watch BTS stuff. I received a bucket hat from Bea, a shirt (and a couple of vape pods, because they know me so well lmao) from Andi, and a Starbucks drink from my former co-worker that day. That evening, I took my family out for ramen to celebrate. 

Then that same weekend, my friends and I went to Zambales as a little treat I had for them – it was also our first beach outing since pre-pandemic so we were all excited about that. In the evening, Hans and I had a drinking game while watching his brother’s live volleyball game, I took a few shots of gin from this other group who was having a jamming session, and basically I ended up wasted enough that I stumbled while walking down some steps and sprained my left ankle. Friends had to carry me to bed where I fell asleep immediately, then the next morning another group caught me limping and ever so generously offered to nurse my foot hahaha.

In detail…how does your best friend look like? She has big brown eyes, rosy cheeks, and a beauty mark on the left side of her face, a little bit above her cheekbone. She currently has brown highlights with her black hair, which stops just right underneath her collarbones. She has a semi-slim build and is slightly taller than me.

In detail… what was your last kiss like? Who was it with? It was with my ex-partner when she visited me briefly during the peak of the pandemic. Letting other people in your home raised alarm bells at the time so we spent the whole time outside, just chatting and catching up. On the kiss, I believe it had been a simple goodbye peck, happening right before she left. I don’t even know why she visited and how our parents allowed us to hang out given the situation?? I think she came to show me her new car or something like that. Idk. My memory’s been doing a fantastic job erasing memories of her that I don’t even know if this account is still accurate at all.

In detail…how was your first kiss this year? I have not had a kiss in 2023. Or 2022 or 2021, for that matter.

In detail…what are you looking forward to? The soonest thing would be the theatrical screening of the Busan concert! It’s happening in cinemas worldwide, including the Philippines, so I’m just super excited to still be able to be excited about something BTS-related given that they are on hiatus and that the boys are enlisting in the military one by one. I’ve already been briefing my friends to go for the Feb 4 screening since that’s when they’ll be having that worldwide lightstick event where I believe all of the Army Bombs will be synced for the screenings happening that day.

In detail…how long have you been with your boyfriend? I don’t have a significant other.

In detail…how does your best female friend look like? I already described her the best way I could a few questions ago.

In detail…when did you first listen the song you are listening to? That’s a good question. I have no idea, but I imagine it must have been around May or June of 2021 right when I was starting to dig deeper into the BTS black hole. It’s an unreleased song and a solo of one of the members (Winter Bear), and I’m guessing my first encounter with it came a little after going through the band’s ~official discography.

In detail…what are you doing besides this? I’m going to sleep, man. I earned it lmao. I can’t wait to pass out tonight.

In detail…why are you doing this? Because nobody else asks these questions in a normal conversation, and it’s helpful to have an outlet where you can, like, unload for the day or answer questions that can sometimes lead you to new discoveries about yourself. It’s a journal, essentially.

In detail…what were you doing before this? I was working and finalizing the last few slides in my upcoming pitch presentation so that I don’t have to worry as much about it anymore tomorrow. I also played with the dogs for a little bit and let them play with one another. In detail…why did you take the last pic you took? I took it because Cooper and Agi were in such a hilarious position during their playtime and I didn’t want to miss out on taking a photo of it. Usually Cooper is the one who ends up on his back while Agi messes with him, but this evening it was Agi lying down with Cooper sniffing him all over. Immediately took a bunch of photos because that never happens between the two.

In detail…who was the last person you hugged and why? Dev. It was just a goodbye hug, nothing more to it. I guess I do hug her harder than my other co-workers; she lost her mom (and her only parent) last year, so I have a natural instinct to look out for her and to basically be softer and more caring, even protective, around her.

In detail…did you like this survey? It was fun, thanks!

[fushiguroll]

RUNNING INTO HIS EX

⇢ miya osamu, oikawa toru

ʚɞ MIYA Osamu

the two of you are enjoying your Sunday at the local town fair

“are ya having fun?” he asks, glancing down at you, smiling warmly

“mmhm” you reply, mouth stuffed with pretzels

Osamu stops you in his track and uses the sudden halt to wipe off the excess sugar from the corners of your mouth with the napkin in his hand. 

“thanks samu.” you try your best not to blush at the sweet gesture. 

Your tender moment was interrupted by an “omg! Osamu is that you?!”

Osamu could feel goosebumps run across his arms, he could recognize that voice anywhere, it haunted him in his nightmares

With his back to her, he quickly whispers, “ya think we can pretend like I didn’t hear her?”

You steal a quick glance her way, “I don’t think so, babe. She’s waving at me right now.”

Osamu puts on a fake smile and turns around, “oh, hey...”

You feel your throat hitch when her perfume hits you in the face and you involuntarily take a step closer to your boyfriend, hoping his cologne would mask her sickly sweet scent 

“hi Osamu! it’s been too long. How’ve you been?”

Your boyfriend awkwardly looks at you before answering, “I’ve been good.”

Kimi looks at him expectantly

“um...how ya doin’, kimi?”

“I've been good!” She suddenly sighs, “look I've been thinking about you...about us, a lot these days. And now I just happen to run into you. It must be fate!”

Osamu coughs, “no, it’s not. we’ve ran into three people I know already. It’s a pretty popular fair.”

kimi wouldn’t take no for an answer, “well since we’re here anyways, do you want to walk around together? I saw a booth selling all flavors of onigiri.”

Kimi turns to you and smiles, “your sister can come along too!”

You and Osamu look at each other in surprise and look back at Kimi. Her smile seems too genuine to be fake.

“she’s not my sister, kimi. This is my girlfriend, y/n.” he puts an arm around you, pulling you into him 

A deep red covers her face as she sputters an apology to you, “oh oh! I’m so sorry. I had no idea Osamu has a girlfriend now. I'm really sorry, y/n. I didn’t mean to hit on your boyfriend.”

You smile, a little flustered at her reaction, “it’s fine, an honest mistake.”

“well...this has been fun to say the least. I’m gonna go now. I hope you guys have a good time.”

The two of you watch as she disappears back into the crowd

“so...”

“so...she seems nice?”

“yeah she’s nice, just a little too enthusiastic and annoying,” Osamu rubs his temple before glancing at you shyly, “thanks for being so cool about running into my ex though...”

You stand on your tippy toes to kiss him on the cheeks, “what can I say? I’m just a naturally cool person.”

He turns and catches your lips, “yes, ya most definitely are.”

“y/n? Is that you?” a voice interrupts you and osamu

you groaned internally before whispering to Osamu, “what is this? run-into-our-ex day?”

ʚɞ OIKAWA Toru

You settle down in your seat before blowing a kiss to your boyfriend

He catches it and pretends to eat it, a smile spreading across his face as you giggle which soon turns into laughter when you catch iwaizumi glaring at his playful captain 

oikawa mouths a small “oops” to you before flashing you another smile 

About ten minutes into the game a girl sits down next to you

“hey, are they winning so far?”

“yeah, they’re really on top of their game today.”

“oh awesome, I thought I was going to be late.”

You smile at her, “no worries, you made it just in time.”

She extends a hand, “I’m Yuna by the way.”

“I’m Y/N.” you notice the empty seats around her, “are you here by yourself too?”

“yeah, my friends aren’t that interested in volleyball.”

you laughed slightly, “same! hey, at least we can watch it together.”

The two of you continue your friendly chatters as the game continued on

At the whistle, your boyfriend lifts up his head to catch your eyes, only to see you talking with Yuna, your brows furrowed.

He rushes upstairs, bracing for the worst: the showdown of the ex-girlfriend versus the current girlfriend

He stops in his tracks when he hears laughter coming from the two of you

Oikawa scratches his head. Where was the catfight? The scratching and hair pulling?

Your eyes widen in surprise at his figure, “Babe! what are you doing up here?”

Yuna’s eyes widen in surprise as well at your words

“wait! the boyfriend you’re talking about is Oikawa?”

“yeah...I thought I mentioned it.”

Yuna laughs out loud, “oh this is so awkward. The ex-boyfriend I’ve been talking to you about is Oikawa.”

The two of you look at each other before laughing

Oikawa stares at the two of you in shock, “what’s going on? you guys know each other?”

“no we just met! but we’re friends now.”

Oikawa shakes his head, unable to comprehend, “isn’t that a little weird?”

Yuna smiles as you explain, “hmm, I guess it would be if Yuna doesn’t have a boyfriend now.”

Your boyfriend visibly relaxes, “oh okay. I’m glad you’re not fighting. I gotta go back to the game.” he gives you a quick kiss before running back downstairs.

“Why would we fight? he’s such an oddball.”

“I agree,” You echo as Oikawa walks back onto the court, this time throwing you a wink before serving.

You smile, “my little oddball.”

[helliontherapscallion]

(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Monday

Tuesday     Wednesday     Thursday (Part 1)     Thursday (Part 2)     Friday     Saturday     Sunday

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Pairing: SBI x sister!reader (she/her pronouns)

Warnings: swearing, toxic friends, panic spirals/attacks, injury, taking pills for pain

Summary: you have a very bad week, how will you manage? (Characters are fully human, but based on their DSMP characters. High school AU)

Word count: 4,818

(A/N): I’ve never played volleyball or watched Haikyuu before, so I’m not 100% certain how games work. Also, I probs should’ve split this into two parts, but eh.

“(Y/n) love, you look homeless in that sweater, it’s literally so fucking ugly.”

“Haha, yeah it is. I guess I just wasn’t really trying today.”

Adrian snorted, scanning your body with his cold eyes. “Today? You don’t try at all. You always look like trash.”

“More than trash, you always look like you just rolled in dog shit.” Sammy threw her head back and cackled at her own joke.

Your friends around you erupted in laughter as you four walked down the hallways of the hell that was your public high school. You awkwardly chuckled alongside them, you didn’t really find it funny, but you didn’t want to draw more attention towards yourself. 

“Seriously, (y/n), I really don’t know why we still hang out around you anymore. You really let yourself go.”

“Yeah, now that I think about it, you did gain like five pounds in the past week.”

“Really not a good look on you, love. Then again, nothing you do can make you look good anymore.”

You tried to not let their comments get to you, you really did, but sometimes their comments just rooted themselves deep into your subconscious. You didn’t try looking good anymore, you couldn’t wear anything without them criticising it. You could never win. 

“Awe,” Adrien poked your cheeks, “stop looking so sad. We’re just trying to give you advice. You really need it.”

“Yeah, (y/n). You’re so sensitive, get a grip.”

“Guys look, I think she’s gonna cry!” 

You wiped at your welling eyes with the sleeves of your sweater. “I’m not. I just got allergies.”

Annie rolled her eyes. “Uh-huh. Anyways, what are our plans for Halloween? We should totally dress up like sexy angels! I think that’d be so cool. Like, Clint’s party won’t be ready for us.”

“Oh, about that Annie…”

“God, what now (y/n)?”

“I was actually planning on spending Halloween night taking Tommy and Tubbo trick-or-treating with my brothers and dad. I won’t be able to go with you guys, I’m sorry.”

The group groaned loudly. “C’mon (y/n), you never hang out with us anymore.”

“Oh my god (y/n) you still go trick-or-treating? We’re juniors.”

“I’m sorry, I’ve just been busy with my AP classes and studying for the SAT. My team captain’s really been pushing the team hard with volleyball practice. State finals are soon and we want first this year.”

“No matter how much studying you do, you’re gonna fail. You’re stupid, so why try? Just give up and hang out with uuussss.”

“Yeah (y/n),” Adrien looked at you suspiciously, “you’ve been ignoring us lately. I thought we were friends. Do you even wanna be friends anymore?”

You felt a flare of panic flare up in your gut. “I do! I-I just have so much going on right now. It’s starting to get hard to juggle everything.”

“We’re starting to think that you don’t like us anymore, we want our (y/n) back!” Sammy whined. The others agreed with her, making you feel guilty. You were ignoring them, it was selfish in your opinion. You supposed that you could skip out on taking Tommy and Tubbo trick-or-treating, there’ll be other years you could take them. 

“I guess I can take Tommy and Tubbo another year. They’d just have to go without me this year.”

They cheered, giving you praise. You beamed at that, they seemed down lately and you loved it when they’d give you compliments. They didn’t do that much, so that made their praise more special to you. You strived to get compliments.

You four went off to your separate first classes for the day. Yours was statistics, a class you’ve been struggling in lately. You didn’t know anybody in there except for your oldest brother Techno, so you tried to stick with him. Unfortunately, the teacher’s seating chart placed you both on opposite ends of the room, probably because of your last names indicating that you’re siblings. You placed your stuff down on the table and plopped down into your seat, already drained. You had a long day ahead of you; you had a major AP world history test in your next class, you had to give a presentation in your AP english class that was worth a quarter of your final grade, and you had a semifinals volleyball match that would last until late in the night. If your team won, you would be going to state finals, so it was a lot of pressure on your shoulders. You were the main setter, so you had to really focus tonight if you were going to score your team points. 

“Alright class, pull out your homework!”

Fuck, you had homework? You looked in your folder, only to see the unfinished sheet full of equations you didn’t understand staring back at you tauntingly. Mr. Mullins walked over to your desk, took one look at your blank homework, and just walked right past you. Another big fat zero in the gradebook for you, just what you needed. At least he wasn’t in the mood to berate you today. You didn’t need any more stress piled onto your shoulders. 

The lesson felt like it dragged on forever with you frantically trying to copy down the notes on the board and trying to understand the content at the same time. Overtime, he would call students up to the board. Hopefully, he would skip over you today. “Ms. Minecraft.” Goddamn it, you spoke too soon.

Your head perked up and you looked at him. “Yes sir?”

“Come up to the board and solve this.”

Gulping, you felt panic rise up in you and stood up with shaky knees. On the board was part of the newer content he was just teaching. Something that you understood only a little bit better than the rest, and that’s not saying much. You still didn’t understand the content completely. Your writing was shaky as you wrote what you thought was right on the board. Finding the answer, you circled it and looked at Mr. Mullins. He looked disappointed. 

“That’s wrong, Ms. Minecraft. Please sit down.”

You felt like your face was on fire as you saw the entire class burning holes into you with their eyes. Though they looked dead inside, as per usual with any morning class full of tired teenagers, their effects still took hold on you. You wanted to crawl into a dark hole and die. You sat back down and stared at your note packet, you couldn’t focus on the lecture anymore. Your attention was fully on your surroundings, you were hyper aware of every little whisper and bouncing leg in your peripheral vision. You could feel yourself spiraling, usually that wouldn’t happen until after your third class. Today was going to be rough. 

The loud chime of the bell startled you out of your thoughts. You shakily put your papers back into your binder and put the binder back into your backpack. Right as you were about to walk through the door, you heard Techno catch up to you. “Hey, you good?”

“Yeah Tech, I’m just peachy.”

“Are you su-”

“Technoblade. I’m fine. Now if you excuse me, I have to get to my next class. I have an important presentation I’ve gotta prepare for.”

Without giving him any room to argue, you rushed off to your english class. You had Adrian and Annie in your class. For your presentation, you were paired up with people that you hardly knew. At least they did their part in the project, you were certain you were going to die if you got paired up with Adrian and Annie again. You loved them, but they never did any part of their portion of work. They left it to you to finish at midnight the day the project was due. To be fair, they both told you they had family emergencies, so you covered for them just that once. 

You pulled out your flashcards only to have them knocked out of your hand when someone bumped into you. You quickly crouched to pick them up so you could have them in order by time class started. “Oops, sorry love.”

It was Annie. She and Adrian towered over your crouched form smirking at you. Looking back down to rearrange your cards, you murmured “it’s ok.”

“Are you ready for this presentation, I know I am.”

You smiled a little. “Actually, I think I’m going to ace this. English is my best subject.”

“Yeah (y/n), I wasn’t asking you. I was talking to Annie. Besides, you’re probably going to fail this.” Adrian scoffed. 

“Thank you for asking, Adrian,” Annie shot a pointed look at you, “at least someone cares.”

The bell rang, signifying the start of your second block. You felt like you had a lump in your throat blocking your breathing. If Adrian, one of the smartest kids in your english class, said that you were going to fail, then you probably were going to fail. That would take a huge hit on your grade, this project was worth a quarter of your final grade after all. You were zoned out for the entirety of your classmate’s presentations putting yourself into a spiral. You jumped when Mr. Todd, your teacher, called your group up to present.

You stood stiffly in the middle of your two groupmates and clutched your flashcards with clammy hands. Luckily, your part of the presentation was not first. When it came to your part, you were stuttering and tumbling over your words. You even dropped your flashcards in front of everybody, causing half the class to snicker. Your face burned as you hurried to pick them up and your other groupmate took this as a signal to continue the presentation. You still had an important point to make that was integral for the set up to your other groupmate’s part of her presentation. You stared at your flashcards for the rest of the presentation. 

When the bell rang, you made a mad dash out of the classroom. You didn’t want to talk to anybody, especially not Adrian or Annie. It was a relief that you had your lunch period at the moment. You could hide yourself in the bathroom nobody used and let your panic attack ride itself out. 

You ducked inside a stall and sat on the toilet, bringing your knees up to bury your face in them. The tears and panic you were holding in all day let itself out with explosive effects. You started to hyperventilate as you muffled your sobs with your knee. Your chest painfully clenched so you couldn’t breathe. Your limbs felt like they weighed two tons each and they were shaking intensely. You didn’t hear the end of the lunch bell ring. By the time you calmed down slightly, you were five minutes late to AP world history. 

You packed your stuff up in a hurry, power walking through the halls. You probably looked like shit, but you didn’t care, you had a class to get to and a test that you probably wouldn’t be able to finish now. You lost ten minutes of your test time. When you tried to open the closed door, you found that it was locked. You had to knock if you wanted to get in. You raised a shaking hand to knock, but the door was opened by a less-than-impressed Ms. Osborne. She ushered you to your desk and gave you your unit test. 

You couldn’t focus. The multiple choice section was usually a breeze to you, but you couldn’t comprehend any of the questions. When you could comprehend them, you couldn’t concentrate on choosing an answer. You did your best to find the correct answers, but you were almost positive that at least half of them were wrong. Your handwriting was nearly incomprehensible and your essay topic was something you didn’t study for. When you were done with half of the body paragraphs, the bell rang and you had to turn in your unfinished test. 

You had your independent online psychology course next in the library. You usually worked alone secluded in a corner deep inside the library where nobody went. You would get some solace in being alone. Maybe you’d calm down enough so that you could ride home with your brothers and not go for a long walk so you could avoid them. 

You settled down in the comfortable chair and pulled out your laptop to get started. Psychology was your favorite class. It was easy for you to understand, it didn’t have much of a workload attached to it, and it was fun to learn about. It always calmed you down reading about the intricate workings of the brain. 

By time the day was over, you got most of your psychology work done and you were on your way to the car you shared with Technoblade and Wilbur. You took out your spare keys and slumped against the window in the backseat. You were absolutely drained after your terrible day and you still felt panic swirling deep within you, waiting for the right moment to strike. 

You stretched out your legs across the seat and leaned your back against the door. For the first time that day, you felt peaceful. You still had at least fifteen minutes to yourself until your brothers would start to make your way to the car. You felt the panic subside slightly and you fully relaxed. You closed your eyes and let yourself drift off into a light sleep. You needed your energy for tonight’s match. 

The door you were leaning on swung open and you tumbled backwards smacking the back of your head against the metal frame of the car and reverse scorpioning onto the pavement. Your entire upper back and the back of your head exploded in pain and your lower back hurt slightly from having your back bent uncomfortably. You heard laughter above you as you felt tears of pain start to slip out of your eyes. Your legs swung out from their place above your face and landed on the ground with a painful thump. 

You saw three blurry figures above you laughing at your pain. You reached up with a shaky hand to wipe at your tears and saw Adrian, Sammy, and Annie. They were cackling as you shakily stood up and sat on the comfortable seats of the car. You waited patiently for them to calm down. 

Eventually, Sammy calmed down enough to explain what happened to you through chuckles. “I’m sorry (y/n), it was just too good to resist. You should’ve seen your face.”

She and the others broke back into uncontrolled laughter as they remembered your embarrassing fall. You were used to their antics, and quite frankly it felt good to make your friends laugh, even if it were at your own expense. Just as they were calming down once again, you saw Wilbur and Techno walk out the front doors of the school laughing at something the other said. Annie and Sammy heard their laughter and quickly turned around to watch them. They had massive crushes on both of your brothers, many in the school did. 

Your brothers made their way to your shared car and stopped to look at you in slight confusion. “(Y/n), were you crying? What happened?” Wilbur asked worriedly. 

“Yea-”

“Oh Wilbur, it was terrible, (y/n) fell out of the car. I don’t think she closed the door before she leaned on it.” Annie interrupted you with a faked concerned tone, a complete contradiction to her reaction before your brothers came.

Techno hastily made his way to the driver’s side door. “Well, if she’s hurt we better get going, right Wilbur?”

“Yes! We better get going, please excuse us.” He sat in the passenger seat and closed the door without hearing Sammy and Annie’s desperate attempts to stop them so they could talk to them. Your brothers thought Sammy and Annie were annoying. They absolutely hated being around them. 

Waving apologetically at your friends, you pulled yourself into the car and closed the door. Annie and Sammy looked offended that you had let Wilbur and Techno get away from them. Avoiding their eyes, you looked down at your tightly clasped hands. They were shaking slightly. 

After pulling out of the parking lot, Techno glanced at you from the rearview mirror. “You ok (y/n)?”

“Yeah, my back just hurts and I have a headache.”

“Well, do you wanna go and get some ice cream? We still have some time left before we have to pick up Tommy and Tubbo. Dad doesn’t have to know,” Wilbur asked you.

You sighed, you wanted nothing other than to take a nap before your match. “Sorry, but I need to watch what I eat today. We have semifinals tonight and I can’t have anything sugary. I just wanna go home and take a nap.”

Your brothers were quiet for the rest of the car ride until you reached your driveway. Techno twisted his body around in his seat to look at you after he put the car in park. “Did you actually fall out of the car?”

Shit, should you tell him the truth? If you did, they would almost certainly get mad at your friends. Sammy and Annie would never forgive you if you turned your brothers against them. You decided that you would take one for the team again. “Yeah, I wasn’t paying attention.” 

Techno snorted. “Well, that was stupid,” he jokingly said. “Next time you’re gonna get run over by a parked car.”

You knew that he meant that as a joke, but it still stung. Stamping your emotions down, you laughed with him and Wilbur. It was stupid of you to do, you shouldn’t have let your guard down if you weren’t at home. 

You winced as you slung your bag on your back and walked the best you could back into your house. Your upper back was killing you. You made a beeline to the bathroom and rummaged through the medicine cabinet looking for some pain relief pills. You took some and shambled off to your room to take your well earned nap. You set your alarm’s setting to its loudest volume and passed out. 

You jolted up and gasped when you felt a wave of pain hit your upper back. You blearily looked at the time. You had a little under two hours before you had to get back to the school for your match. You groaned when you pulled yourself up, your head pounding with every turn. You pulled yourself out of bed and once again took some pain pills. You went downstairs to grab an apple or something to eat. Your dad was at the stove stirring something around in a pot. 

He turned to look at you with an excited smile. “You ready for your match tonight? You’re gonna kill it!” 

You only nodded halfheartedly and plopped yourself down at the table with your apple. Philza frowned at your lack of enthusiasm, but he figured that it was just because you just woke up from a nap. You’d bounce back eventually. 

“Wilbur told me that you fell out of the car? How’d you do that?”

You shrugged, wincing slightly as it moved your back slightly. “Dunno, must’ve not closed the door.”

Philza was at your side in a hurry, his hands hovering over your shoulders. “Did you get hurt? Show me where it hurts.”

“My back and the back of my head.”

“Can I move your shirt so I could look?”

“Sure, go ahead.”

You felt him gently pull the neck of your t-shirt away from your body to peek at your back. You heard his breath hitch as he looked. Was it that bad? “Good god (y/n),” he breathed out.

“What, is it bad?”

“Don’t you feel how bad it is? Your entire back is bruised. I think there’s some blood too.”

“Damn.”

“First, language. Second, that’s all you have to say? Aren’t you in pain?”

“Yeah, but the pain pills are gonna kick in soon. I’ll be fine.”

“Would you be able to play tonight? I really think you should sit this one out.”

“No, I’m playing tonight Dad.”

“(Y/n),” oh no, he was using his stern dad voice. “It’s not a good idea to play tonight. You’re hurt, I’m sure they’ll understand if you sit this one out.”

You felt frustration rise up in you. “We’re in the semifinals. They need me, I’m the main setter. They’d lose without me playing.”

“(Y/n), I’m serious. You’re not playing today.”

“Dad, I am playing today. Look, I’ll talk to Coach Williams to see if I could be rotated out more often. I know she’d let me.”

He stared at you for a while before sighing. He knew there was no convincing you. “...Fine. But you better talk to Coach Williams about sitting out for a bit if your back hurts too much or I swear I’ll drag you off the court myself.”

You smiled a little at the small victory. “Thank you! I promise I’ll sit out if needed.”

He quirked an eyebrow at you. “If needed?”

You sighed, “when needed.”

He walked over to the pot, stirring the contents slightly. “That’s better. Dinner’s almost ready, I made some pasta.”

“It smells good, but I think I’m skipping out on it for today. I already ate this apple and if I eat any more I’ll probably hurl on the court.”

He made a displeased noise in the back of his throat, “fine, but you’re eating something when we get home tonight.”

He walked off to go get your brothers and Tubbo for dinner. You could hear their booming steps racing down the stairs towards the kitchen. They raced into the kitchen and almost crashed into the back of your chair. You stood up and looked at the two excitable fifth graders. “Careful boys, don’t want you getting hurt.”

“You’re no fun (y/n),” Tommy whined.

“Sure, sorry bout that,” Tubbo beamed at you.

You chuckled, making your way upstairs to get ready for your match. You took off your clothes with great difficulty and slipped on your jersey and your spandex shorts. They were way too short for your tastes, but you couldn’t wear longer ones, they’d just get in the way. You fondly remembered how your dad flipped out when he first saw you in them, he hated them with a burning passion. He still hates how short they are.

When you were struggling with pulling your hair back into a tight, sleek ponytail, the back of your head throbbed continuously with pain. You most likely bruised your scalp. 

You slipped on your shoes that were made specifically for playing volleyball and headed downstairs. You were met with Tommy and Tubbo jumping in excitement seeing you in your uniform. They loved going to your matches, even if they would always pass out in the car after them because matches usually ended late at night. You grabbed your dad’s keys and headed to his car. Before you could lead the boys out the door, Philza’s voice stopped you.

“(Y/n), coat.”

You huffed, grabbing your coat and putting it on before tossing him his keys. You four got into the car and set out for the high school. The short drive was filled with Tommy and Tubbo asking you questions about volleyball and encouraging you. “(Y/n), you’re gonna kick their butts!”

“Yeah!” Tubbo cheered 

Despite their voices causing a spike of pain to shoot throughout your head, you laughed at their enthusiasm. It was always nice to hear your little brother and pseudo brother in the stands cheering you on, they were your and your team’s personal cheerleaders. 

Not long after you got to the school, you were stretching with your team on the gym’s floor. Your posse found their way into the stands, sitting in the front row. The away team watched your team like a hawk, analysing every single player for any weakness. It was because of them that you tried to not show any pain when you moved your back. You talked to Coach Williams before the team stretch and she was obviously sympathetic with your situation. She agreed to switching you out with the standby setter every few rotations. 

The echo of the whistles caused pain to ring in your head every time someone scored or a foul was called. Your team captain, Haley, was constantly, yet discreetly checking on you throughout the game since she was always next to you. She was the team’s main spiker after all. 

The game droned on and on before you realized that the opposing team was targeting you when they were offensive. They probably realized that you were injured a round ago. You tried your best to block every ball that was sent your way, but a few managed to slip past you when you couldn’t move fast enough. This team was good, but your team was better. 

The score during the final round was tied and the clock was on it’s last ten seconds as the ball soared your way. You dove to hit it, landing on your shoulder on the hard floor and hitting it up high enough for Haley to spike the ball down. The crowd went wild as the ball bounced off from the opposite end of the court almost simultaneously with the screeching of the referee’s whistle, signifying the end of the game and your team’s victory.

You laid on the floor in pain, you thought you must’ve pulled your tender muscles in your back and shoulder. It hurt to move it. You felt one of your teammates grab your hand to yank you up into a giant full team group hug. You yelped slightly in pain as you felt arms press against your back and hands firmly patting your bruised shoulders. You were whisked away into the locker room to change into the pajamas you brought with you. 

“(Y/n), are you alright? That was a pretty hard fall.” Haley’s soft voice asked you. You felt your heart sing in your chest. 

“Yeah Hales, I’m fine. I just pulled a few muscles.”

Her perfectly shaped eyebrows furrowed together, “are you sure? As your team captain and your friend, I’m worried about you.”

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. You felt warm knowing that she cared about you. “I’m sure, worrywart.”

She rolled her eyes playfully and breathed out a soft laugh. “Sorry for asking, grump.” Her laugh sounded like music to your ears. 

Your phone vibrated in your pajama pocket, alerting you of your family waiting for you in the car and for you to hurry up. You sighed, “sorry Hales, I gotta go. Dad’s getting impatient.” 

She gave you a small smile. “Oh, well, tell your family I said hi! Good work on the court today, I wouldn’t ask for a different setter.”

You felt your cheeks warm up and you watched with wide eyes as she left the locker room. Your phone vibrated again, your dad was really starting to get impatient. 

You walked out of the school as fast as you could to find your dad’s car waiting for you up front. Jumping in and softly closing the passenger side door, you slumped against the window. “(Y/n),” Tommy’s tired voice slurred. “That. Was. Pog…”

You glanced back to see him and Tubbo snoring away in their seats. Your match was more exciting than usual, so that must’ve really tired them out. You chuckled, turning back around to lean against the window. You took care not to put any weight on your shoulder or back. 

“(Y/n), you were amazing out there, but why did you dive for that ball? That fall looked like it hurt.”

You hummed tiredly, “thanks Dad. I just did what I thought would win us the game. We’re going to finals!” You quietly sang. 

“Did you hurt your shoulder?”

“I actually don’t know, but I think I might’ve pulled a few muscles. Nothing too bad.”

“...I scheduled a doctor’s appointment for you tomorrow morning during your first and second blocks. I want you to get your back, shoulder, and head looked at. You looked miserable the entire match.”

You sighed, too tired to argue, “mmk.”

He chuckled before the car fell into a comfortable silence. The gentle bouncing of the car and the subtle hum of the engine was lulling you to sleep. Your eyelids were drooping by the time you pulled into your driveway. 

You drug yourself out of the car and into the house, leaving Philza with the sleeping boys. You walked straight to your room and plopped down on your bed, passing out instantly for the second time that day.

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Sister Takeover

bokuto x fem!reader

summary: With bokuto practicing so much for an upcoming game he hasn’t had much time for date nights. Bokuto’s two older sisters are in town and you end up having a girls night. 

genre: fluff

word count: 1.2k

warning: suggestive comments, kisses

a/n : I just found out that according to the haikyuu wiki and other sources Bokuto has two older sisters. How could I not write about it

The volleyball season was right around the corner which means Bokuto is working harder than ever. However, it also means that you barely get to see him. Its strange going from being attached by the hip to not seeing him for an entire week. You were walking past Bokuto’s house, which was on the way to yours, when you saw his bedroom light was on. Strange since you thought he was still in practice. You decided to knock on the door. The door swung open and a girl answered. She looked really familiar but you couldn’t quite place her.

“Hi, I was wondering if Bokuto was home.” You ask her. She gasps.

“No way! Your Bo’s girl,” She yells back into the house, “You’ll never guess who is here, get down here!” You have no idea what is happening at this point.

“Come in,” She lets you and closes the door behind you, “I’ve heard so much about you.”

Another girl comes from downstairs. 

“Look its Bo’s girlfriend! Isn’t she adorable.” The second girl gasps just as loud as the first. She rushes over and gives you a big hug. They are both pretty tall, and insanely pretty. You can see where Bokuto gets his height from. 

“We’ve been dying to meet you but Bo thought we’d scare you off.” One of them explains. 

“It’s lovely to meet you,” You say politely, you were mentally prepared to meet more of his family, “Bokuto has told me about you guys as well.”

“Oh, no need to be so polite.” An arm is thrown over your shoulder.

“You’re family now!” They drag you to the living room and before you know it you, you are fitting in like another sister. They tell you tons of stories of Bokuto as a kid and even manage to find some home videos. The three of you just laugh for the next few hours. You share some stories of the past few years from him in highschool that they missed when they were in college. Let’s just say they love you.

You are all sat on the couch cuddled under blankets in a solid lump of tangled limbs, watching a tv show and eating pizza when the front door opens. 

“I’m home.” You hear Bokuto grumble, exhausted from practice. The two sisters freeze.

“Hide,” She whispers harshly, “He’ll kill us if he finds out we met you without him here.” You slip under a blanket as he walks by the couch.

“Ew, you stink. Go take a shower.” One of them complain, the smell rolling off him. You were pretty used to it by now, and with the blanket covering your face, you couldn’t even smell it.

“Whatever,” He says heading upstairs, “I’m coming back for pizza though!” He was about to go upstairs when your phone chimed loud. He must have texted you that he was home. This made him freeze, suspicious since he knew that sound. You had changed it from the default sound so you would be able to tell when it was your phone going off or someone elses. 

“You guys didn’t…” He goes over to the couch and pulls the blanket off, “Y/N!?” He was not expecting this. You smile at him, guilty.

“Surpise.” You slow jazz hands at him.

“I- Wha-You should be home?” Poor Bokuto is way to tired to try and comprehend this but eventually it sinks it. He glares at his sisters about to accuse them of kidnapping you, not like that would do him much good. He doesn’t stand a chance against them, but he can pretend. 

“I saw your light on so I thought maybe you were home but instead I met your sisters.” You explain, to happy about his sisters liking you to be guilty.

“Wait why was my light on.” He looks at his sisters.

“Hey that’s not the point here,” One of them avoid, “How could you hide this little gem from us?”

“Right!,” One of them hugs you from behind, “She’s just so perfect I might just have to steal her.”

“No! She’s mine! I found her first.” He complains like a little kid. This makes you laugh. “I told you he was possessive,” His sisters refers to one of her stories, “Could never share anything.” Bokuto’s eyes are widen at that.

“You told her stories?! Whatever they told you are lies! Everything is false.” He says grabbing your shoulder, terrifies what they might have told you.

“Mmm I don’t know,” You say thinking, “You do have a favorite volleyball no one else is allowed to touch.” His sisters start cackling at this. “Did you name it too?”

“Bo’s Balls!” His sister exclaims still laughing.

“Ahh! Y/N don’t encourage them!” He adjusts his grip on your arms so he can help you over the back of the couch while his sisters are distracted laughing. You let him pull you over and into his arms. He slides his hands down to the back of you thighs and picks you up. You wrap you legs around his waist and secure yourself.

“Hey Bring her back!” They yell once they realize he’s stolen you. You wave to them from over his shoulder. 

“No way! She’s mine!” He runs up the stairs with you clinging on, you were slightly nervous he was going to trip running with you. Once he gets to his room he tosses you on the bed. He crawls over you and kisses you. You immediately reciprocate. The kiss lasts a good while, its slow and lazy but it makes up for the week apart.

“I’ve missed you.” He grumbles his face now buried in you neck.

“Me too,” You run your fingers through his hair, “Go shower, I’ll be right here.” He grudgingly gets up. Both he leaves he turns around and says,

“Don’t let them in if they come up here alright,” He says pointing at you, “It’s my turn with you.” He winks then leaves. You grab your phone texting your parents you’ll be staying over, which is nothing new. You get up and steal one of Bokuto’s shirts and a clean pair of boxers. You go over to the bathroom, which he left unlocked. He was still in the shower. 

“Brushing my teeth.” You announce, he hums in acknowledgement. You grab your designated tooth brush for whenever you stay over, which is a lot. He comes out of the shower just as you finish. He changes into his bed clothes and hands up his wet towel. He hugs you from behind, just wanting to be near you, and grabs his tooth brush. 

“Don’t get toothpaste in my hair.” You complain but make no move to get away. He finishes up in the bathroom and drags you back to his room. He throws himself on his bed and you crawl over to him. You don’t even make it under the covers before the two of you pass out, you snuggled into his chest with his arms protectively around you. Shielding you from anyone who would snatch you away, also known as his sisters.

Talking about his sisters, they are currently creeping down the hallway. They listen before opening the door, when deeming it safe, they crack it open and are met with the sight of the two of you cuddled up, sleeping. 

“He did good finding that one.”

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things they do when they love you

Characters: Kageyama Tobio, Tsukishima Kei, Tanaka Ryūnosuke, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Kozume Kenma, Tendō Satori, & Ushijima Wakatoshi, all with a Fem!Reader

Warnings: literally nothing - pure fluff <3

A/N: sorry for the lack of content lately! I’ve been super busy with work and school and I feel myself starting to get selfconscious of my work again so I’m hoping I can break through the writers block it comes with! Hope you enjoy! Also thank you to @thisnoodlewritesao3​ and @satan-ruler-of-hells​ for listening to me talk about this fic probably a million times lol

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Kageyama is awkward with telling you how he feels so he just tries to give you things to show you. like you mentioned once you liked the protein bar that Coach gave you guys and now he bought every single one of them from the store and is bringing it to your house. Oh did you say you liked milk too? Well I guess he’ll just have to bring you the whole fucking vending machine. Just wants to show he will provide you with all the things you love, pls love him back. I feel like he’d also be bugging his older sister all the time - asking her all sorts of questions about girls. She’s the reason your first date wasn’t at a volleyball game (and also the reason why he no longer thinks your first date was the first time you attended his games. “Tobio, a date is supposed to be where the two of you are hanging out together.” “But.... we are together. She’s watching me play.” “.... somewhere where your whole team and the whole of the Miyagi prefecture isn’t!”)

Tsukishima will let you pamper him lol. He likes the attention so when you’re doing face masks, he’ll like look through them and ask you questions about them. Sometimes it comes off as he’s judging you for spending money on this stuff but he’s really just waiting for you to ask if he wants to try one. You bought a dino face mask specifically for him but you thought he’d laugh at you if you asked. So you just kept it with the rest of your sheet masks. You’re putting one on one day and he’s like …. is that a dinosaur. And you’re like…. no? And immediately he’s like well now I have to have it please show me how to put this one. Lol cut to: it does nOT look like a dinosaur (have yall seen those ones that’s supposed to like look like a penguin or lion or something and just looks psychotic??? yeah that). He still likes it and even lets you take a picture of his first face mask cause you just look so happy that you’re doing it with him. It becomes a ritual and any time you’re doing face masks, he’ll do it with you and you just spill all the tea to him about shit you’ve heard at work or school and he just listens and aggressively calls everyone stupid  lol

Tanaka aggressively praises you non stop but like in a good way haha. Did you just post a photo on instagram? He’s liked it first, commented a thousand different things about how he loves your outfit and your expression and how you’re the light of his life, and then he sHARES the photo to his story and is like look at how pretty my girlfriend is yall wish this was you. Oh did you just get a good grade at school??? Non stop bragging to his teammates about how he’s dating a genius (“I mean anyone’s a genius compared to you” “Tsukishima that is NO WAY TO TALK TO YOUR UPPERCLASSMAN YOU ASSHOLE”). If you’re feeling upset about something, he’ll comfort you and all but also tell you that you’re such a badass you could handle anything. And it’s not like empty compliments either - he genuinely believes that you are the most amazing human being to ever walk the planet

Yamaguchi (okay I got this idea partially from @/paige.ipairs on tiktok but it’s so cute that i had to put it here) likes doing anything with you so he likes it when you’re out shopping and you help him pick a new outfit or you style something for him. But his favourite thing is when you’re painting your nails and he’s like … that’s a nice colour… and you’re like Yamaguchi would you like… your nails painted? And at first it’s just the one finger and it’s a matching colour with you. Like on his ring finger to symbolize he’s with you but then soon he’s with you at the mall looking at different colours and picks out one’s he would like for you to paint for him and he just carries them over to you like .. o.o pls

Kenma will actively look for 2 player games that he can play with you. He’ll pretend like it��s nothing and that he just wants to try the game for the 1 player story but he’ll leave a controller out and just kind waits for you to ask to play or pick up the controller. He really likes it when you play, even if you wander around a lot and aren’t super focused on the story line. Minecraft with the two of you is always fun. He thinks it’s really funny how aggressive you get trying to save your animals from the zombies even though they won’t get hurt. You teared up once cause the pen you made for your chickens got blown up by a Creeper and he actually felt so bad even though you told him it was definitely not his fault. Cut to: you screaming aggressively when it comes to any Creeper as revenge for the chickens who were lost in the battle.

Tendō starts reading your favourite mangas and watches all of your favourite series/movies before you two really started dating because he wanted to know what to talk to you about. But now that you guys are together, he’ll plan dates where you can binge-watch all of your favourite movies/shows or just lie around and trade mangas (you had this man actually crying at some of them, he wasn’t ready for the hURT). If you’re not the biggest fan of horror films, he’ll insist that you guys don’t need to watch them but he loves when you stick it out with him cause it means extra cuddles and more snacks as comfort! If you do love horror films, he’ll always buy tickets to the new movies so the two of you can watch it together right away.

Ushijima will hold you no matter where you guys are. Big beefy boy doesn’t really understand why he wouldn’t hold you, even if you guys were in public. When you guys first started dating, you’d avoid reaching out for his hand because you figured big stoic guy like Ushijima, he wouldn’t really be a PDA kind of guy would he? Wrong. Well right, but also wrong. Boy probably doesn’t even realize what PDA is but he’ll reach for your hand and hold it anytime. And if you guys are waiting in line somewhere, he’ll just hold you in his arms in front of him. He has no sense of when not to do this. It’s like you’re his comfort person (which you are). In front of his Coach? Suddenly has you in front of him, hugging you to him. Being interviewed by some reporters? Oh look, you’re here too. Reminding Oikawa that he should’ve come to Shiratorizawa? You’re right in front sticking your tongue out at the Aoba Josai boi like the child you are lol. Honestly, he doesn’t think it’s weird but he knows deep down that he’s just really scared you’ll leave. He likes knowing you’re around because it reminds him you’re always there. 

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[bokutoslittlebird]

My Turn

Bokuto x older!sister!Reader

Warnings: alcohol, incest, dubcon turned noncon, non-consensual creampie, f. oral receiving, virginity loss, manhandling, smidge of manipulation, Kuroo’s teasing, fingering, praise?, use of “nee-san”

Kuroo was lively today.

With a beer in one hand, the other waved around as he talked. Bokuto was gingerly sipping on the alcohol, disliking the bitter taste and the burn in his throat. Kuroo seemed to have no qualms, downing glass after glass. With graduation behind them and his acceptance into a prestigious university, Kuroo was celebrating heavily.

“It’s crazy! I thought I’d never get accepted, honestly!” He laughed, finishing his drink. Instead of asking for another refill, he just sighs, looking at Bokuto. “It’s quite prestigious, y’know?”

“Business, though? Not volleyball?” Bokuto asked. “Thought you loved it,”

“Well, I do. The thing is, it’s not something I feel like my greatest talent lies in. You are a wonderful outside hitter, but I’m not a wonderful middle blocker. I’m good, yeah, but I’m good at persuasion as well. Whether it’s on the court, getting Kenma to join a sport, or even getting with the ladies, I’m very charismatic,”

“Ladies? You spilled your milk all over yourself trying to ask a girl out your second year of high school. I doubt any would fall for ‘charismatic’ as you call it,”

“Well, I’ve only had a couple, but I’ve gotten the best of the best, so I like to consider myself good at it,”

“Really?” Bokuto quirks his brow, curious. “Who’s the best of the best?”

“Heh, if I told you, she’d get upset at me. She told me very clearly ‘don’t tell my little brother. It’s a secret between us’ so I can’t tell you, sorry,” Kuroo grins, a heavy blush from the alcohol. Despite no name being said, Bokuto puts it together that you’re the one he’s talking about. Always kind enough to help him with working on getting into the university of his dreams... was it just you sleeping with him?

The blood in Bokuto boils, a sudden reminder he’s an inexperienced lad ready to go off to his own volleyball university while his best friend slept with his sister, getting experience he lacks. No matter how many times he’s had a friend come over, they always find a way to end up talking to you alone. He wonders if they’ve gotten help from you, too. Thinking about it too hard doesn’t help him, gulping down the rest of the bitter beer before deciding to call it quits.

“Where ya going?” Kuroo slurs, brows furrowed.

“Home. I’m tired, man,” he responds back, walking off with a short wave. Kuroo will be fine, the rest of the Nekoma and Fukurōdani graduates in the bar. He won’t be missed, not when they’re busy celebrating.

Bokuto knows it’s been wrong for some time, but he’s known you’ve been sleeping around with some of his friends and some of your “friends” if he can call them that. Many times he’s rubbed one out, ear pressed against the wall to hear your sweet moans. Sometimes, he even peeks into your bedroom when you’re masturbating, wanting to see you in the throes of pleasure. Every time, he wishes he could join you, help you out, or have you help him out. Kuroo’s brutal reminder of his inexperience dampened his mood, a harsh reminder of what he can’t have.

As he gets closer to the house, he notices your bedroom light is still on. With your parents out of town, only you and him would be at the house for the next three days. Maybe he could get some experience from you before he left to go on his own, like Kuroo did.

You’re playing a video game, one he’s seen Kenma play but never learned the name of, when he knocks on your door and enters. “Hey, Kō. Back so soon? The night is young,” your voice sounds tired, probably blinking away sleep to play. Bokuto shuffles inside, rocking on his feet. With no response, you turn to look at him. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, it’s just— Kuroo and I were talking,” he begins, watching as you roll your eyes.

“I didn’t think he’d keep his mouth shut, not for too long anyways. Sorry for that, I’ll make it up to you by buying you lunch tomorrow, ‘Kay?”

“Actually..” Bokuto clears his throat again, working up the courage. “Can you give me advice, too? I’m.. inexperienced, to say the least.” It’s no lie, of course, but he also finds this to be a much more approving way of asking for the same treatment. Your silence worries him, but you put the console to the side and sigh, sitting up.

“Sure. What advice do you want? I can’t say there’s.. a lot I can give you tips on, honestly. It’s better to learn things by hand, but—“

“Then teach me, nee-san,” Bokuto’s voice is no longer wavering and shy, but rather firm. You’re impressed and shocked, to say the least. He’s never been so demanding when it comes to you, but this isn’t what you expected it to be about when the time came.

“Kōtarō, I’m your sister, that’s—“

“It’s wrong, but shouldn’t I get the same treatment as Kuroo? What about Konoha? He seemed to be pretty happy—“

“I’m not talking about this, Kōtarō. Never mind.”

“No, I want your help. You should let me have a turn,” he tone scares you, his broad figure approaching the bed that has you getting up in fear. “I need your guiding hand,”

“Not like this-!” You try to argue back, but the mattress meets your back as you feel Bokuto push his weight onto you. His lips are dangerously close to yours, ghosting over the skin.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long. Please, teach me,” he whispers, before pressing his lips to yours. His lips are soft and plump, perfect for kissing, but it just makes your stomach churn. He’s stronger than you, keeping your body pinned as he continues to kiss you, one hand moving to your t-shirt, loose and flimsy, hardly covering your top half. You try to not kiss back, a small encouragement for him to leave you, but his large hand massaging your breast has you melting into the kiss, hand moving his head so it’s not as nose bashing.

As he pulls away, you can see a sheen of saliva over his lips, quickly removed by his tongue. “That wasn’t so bad, was it? Just guide me through the steps. I don’t wanna be behind, you know. I may never get a girlfriend, then,”

Your hesitant agreement is an agreement nonetheless. With a promise he’d tell nobody, not even Kuroo, you accepted and quickly found yourself at his mercy. As his tongue delves in between your folds, doing its own thing as you squeal and squirm, thighs tightening around his head, he takes your noises of pleasure as encouragement to continue. With how expertly he seems to riddle you of nothing but pleasure, you’re not too sure if he is as inexperienced as he says he is.

Bokuto, on the other hand, finds himself wondering how experienced you are. The thrashing and sweet, sweet sounds coming from you are blissful to his ear, unfamiliar in all the times he’s listened in on you. Perhaps he’s just that good, with his strong grip keeping you in place as he runs his tongue over every slick piece of skin it can find, lips sucking on skin before his tongue swirls around it. Your moans are loud and so delicious to hear, he doesn’t think he wants to stop.

When he does stop, it’s because your incessant tugging on his hair has him moving, just to see what you look like. Absolutely wrecked, he’d say; your eyes were hazy and tears pricked the corners, your chest heaving as you attempt to catch your breath. But he wants to see you come undone, he’s not quite done yet. Thick fingers plunge into you, your back arching at the sensation, Bokuto’s eyes never straying from your body as he pumps two of his fingers into you. All he really knows is from pornos he’s watched to imagine and from what he could see when you pleased yourself. He knows to spread you out, accommodating for his girth that’s more than you’ve probably ever had to take in your life. Adding in a third finger, he continues to pump them into you and rub against your walls, watching as your moans get more strangled and your teeth grit together, back arching as juices fill his hand, your heavy panting filling the silence after.

“Was that-?”

“An orgasm. Consider yourself lucky. Most men can only dream of getting a woman to orgasm. Not even Kuroo could do such a thing,” you pant out, missing the way Bokuto’s eyes light up. With that news, he’s cleaning his fingers as he pulls down his boxers, hard cock already leaking from the lack of attention.

“Oh, um, I could give you-“

“It’s fine. I’d much prefer it this way, anyways,” he cuts you off, rubbing the milky fluid against your pussy lips, letting his tip catch on the hood of your folds. “Condoms are used for preventive measures, right? Hope you don’t mind me just pulling out in time,” he doesn’t give you much of a warning aside from that, pushing past your barrier and beyond your previous limits. A much bigger girth than what you’re used to, thick and long like the rest of him. It’s an uncomfortable stretch, but not completely unbearable as he sinks into you. You can’t completely let go yet, nerves tingling from sensitivity and your mind buzzing with the risk.

Bokuto on the other hand feels like he’s surpassed Kuroo and everyone else you’ve been with, a high he doesn’t think could come from the alcohol. Instead, he just wants to feel you come undone around his cock, feeling the way your walls tightened around his fingers was only a hint of what he could feel and find. The way you flutter around his cock, warm and wet, has his hips rocking themselves into you, desperate to feel more of it. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, you trying to hold back moans of pleasure as Bokuto fucks himself into you.

His mouth moves down, his lips pressing against your neck before his teeth run over it. The feeling of your fingers tightening on his hair strands has him groaning, picking up the pace as he continues to thrust into you with more force. One hand moves your leg over his shoulder, changing the angle that has your mewls spilling out effortlessly, tears streaming down your face as you come onto another high. “Kō—“

“It’s okay. Cum on my cock, nee-san. I wanna feel you around me,” he coos into your neck, hips never relenting as he pushes you over the edge, cries of pleasure as you gush around him, creaming his cock in a way he’s only dreamed of. “Oh— you feel so good. I love you, love you like this, I never want this to end,” he babbles, the words going in and out of your ears. You continue to just suffer under his relentless thrusts, feeling your sensitive nerves burn as he continues to rub them all the right way. “I’m— I’m gonna cum, nee-san,”

“Please, pu—“

“You should give me special treatment you know. I’m your brother, I deserve this, just remember that,” he says, one arm enough to hold you down as he stills himself inside of you. Thrashing and struggling to move, you end up freezing when warmth fills your tummy, Bokuto’s moan of satisfaction above you as his eyes roll back, rutting himself into you as he fills you up.

“Kōtarō, please get off of me,” you sob out, ready to clean yourself up and leave. Somehow get away from him.

“I’m not done yet. You have to show me everything, nee-san. I don’t want to miss a thing,” he grins, a wolfish grin that has chills running down your spine.

Note: sorry this is late.

[surreality51]

High Empathy in Real Life

I loved watching NBC’s Hannibal, cuz Murder Husbands yes plz, but also because my own husband has high empathy, and it’s interesting to compare his characteristics to Will Graham’s. Now, I don’t know anything about mirror neurons and all that stuff, and I’m pretty sure my husband doesn’t actually take on the persona of others a la the illustrious Mr. Graham, but they both have an uncanny ability to understand the thoughts and motivations of others. 

I’ve known my husband since he was 18 (he’s 40 now). He’s never been formally diagnosed as high empathy, but to me it’s pretty obvious because he knows things that he really shouldn’t know about other people. 

Here are some of the things I’ve seen him do or noticed about him related to his high empathy: 

It is nearly impossible to lie to him, even if he doesn’t know someone well. He can not only tell when someone is putting up a front or not being truthful or withholding something from him, he usually can guess the reason why. 

He reads people very quickly and picks up things they don’t even tell him. The first time he met my sister’s fiance, he gave me a thorough rundown afterward: fiance genuinely loves my sister but also is no fool, knows that my sister is a golden ticket for him (turns out he’s got a lot of debt; she makes six figures). He’ll keep the peace for as long as he can for that reason. A country boy, he’s liable to be more lax with personal grooming and general cleanliness. (They met in Portland, he has no particular accent, but turns out he is originally from rural Montana.) Verdict: the honeymoon period will last several years, but the money issues will start brewing resentment around year 7-10. Despite that, they will stay together, the same way my parents stayed together despite Dad’s money troubles, because my sister will be too proud to admit that she became our mom 2.0. He got all these reads after hanging out with the fiance for an hour. Sure enough, two months later, my sister decides to buy a house with the fiance and front the entire down payment herself (because he doesn’t have any money), but put both of their names on the deed. It doesn’t take an empath to know that that’s probably not the best financial decision, but Sister refused to listen to me or Mom (yep, there’s the pride, Husband confirms, and also some sibling rivalry). She also refused to get a prenup. So I guess we’ll see in time if this sows the seeds for Husband’s larger prediction.

He is highly intuitive. Sometimes I think he might be psychic, but no, he’s just highly sensitive to the people and energy around him. I was once watching him play a volleyball game at the gym. He went to get water from the water fountain in the back. This meant he had his back to the game. He told me later that he had a sudden feeling that he should move. He steps to the side, and a second later there’s a shout and an errant ball smacks into the water fountain exactly where his head was if he hadn’t moved. 

People have an urge to confide in him. When he worked retail, people would ask him to help them find something in the store and then end up telling him their troubles--someone’s worried about their mother, another person just caught their child with marijuana, and so on. He doesn’t intentionally encourage this and in fact is rather uncomfortable with it, but nonetheless people keep doing it all. the. time. He’d lament to me that all he wants to do is just help them find a CD, and they end up pouring their life story out to him. (My take: his high empathy makes him, well, empathetic, and people can sense that.)

It is really hard to surprise him with presents. About 80% of the time, he can guess what I bought him. One time the *only* thing I said to him was, “I got you a little something,” and he said, “Is it a Tottenham Hotspur keychain?” Yes, yes it was. I asked him what gave it away, and he said it was the word “little.” Yes, a keychain is small, but how do you immediately jump from “little” to “keychain”?

He understands people’s deep motivations and even the lies they tell themselves. His old mentor/boss was always proud of being a rather big name in his field. One of the reasons why Old Boss took Husband under his wing was because he saw a lot of his younger self in Husband. But where Husband and Old Boss differ is that Husband isn’t willing to sacrifice his family to put in the ridiculous hours it would take to climb the ladder and become like Old Boss, whereas Old Boss did. Old Boss never talks about his ex-wife and kids, but Husband knows that one of the reasons why Old Boss clings to his status is because he regrets what he sacrificed to get there. That’s also why Old Boss secretly resents Husband, even though he’d rather die than admit it. Old Boss will deny his regret to his dying day (”I did what I had to do, and look at me now, top of my field!”), but Husband can read it clearly. 

Because he understands people’s secret motivations and deepest shame and regrets, he can emotionally eviscerate someone if he wants to. Imagine if the person who knew you best turned all of their intimate understanding against you. The things he’s told me that he reads off people are incredibly deep and intimate, things people might not even admit to themselves, much less other people. If he ever decided to make them confront those parts of themselves.... I’ve told him many times, “It’s a good thing you’re a nice person, because you could really destroy someone if you wanted to.” He agrees. 

He is sensitive to the energy of the people around him. 

He can tell when I’m anxious or tense or somehow off before I do. Oftentimes he’ll ask what’s wrong, and I’ll look at him puzzled and say “nothing” because I’m genuinely not thinking about or feeling anything in particular. And then 5 or 10 minutes later, whatever that was causing me to be tense/anxious finally reaches a level I can perceive and I realize, “Oh, I’m actually hungry/tired/worried/PMS-ing.” He’s like an emotional canary.

Corollary: because he’s so highly sensitive, it does make being his wife difficult sometimes, in the sense that I try my best to maintain balanced emotions. He can literally feel my anxiety coming off me and latching onto him sometimes, and so to be considerate I practice calming techniques like deep breathing to manage my anxiety. (Though I’ve never sought a formal diagnosis for myself, my mom was diagnosed with depression and my sister with anxiety, so it runs in the family.) 

Places with negative energy are especially intense and unpleasant for him. A crowded hospital waiting room is suffocating, but an empty or sparsely populated waiting room is fine. It’s not the place itself, it’s the miasma of illness, misery, fear, etc. from people that make it hard for him to breathe. He literally holds his breath as he walks through those types of places as quickly as he can.

Within a minute or two of coming into a room, he can usually get a surface-level read of the people in it. When he started a new job, a coworker took him to the conference room and introduced him to the team. Everyone acted professional and exchanged the typical pleasantries, but Husband instantly knew who saw him as competition, who was jealous of his role, who was bitter about something, who was genuinely pleased to meet him, and so on.

Because he can read people easily, he’s really good at putting people at ease. If he can sense that someone wants to be left alone, he’ll excuse himself and leave them alone. If someone is irritated, he can redirect them or get them what they need or say something to defuse the tension. If I could really use a hug, I often don’t need to ask for one, he usually just comes over and hugs me.

Corollary: because he’s constantly reading emotions and performing emotional labor, he can get pretty drained. So sometimes--usually once or twice a day--he needs to step outside or zone out or otherwise withdraw, because it’s hard for him to turn it off. He can, but it’s like trying not to listen to other people’s conversations. Sometimes it’s easier to just move to a quieter spot.

I don’t know if he could do the Will Graham thing and read a crime scene. I would guess no, because he reads people, not objects. Dead bodies don’t have “energy” or emotions. It’s easiest when he’s actually in the room with the person. For particularly strong emotions, he doesn’t even need to talk to them, he can feel the energy from several feet away, but for deeper reads he usually needs to talk to them a bit. The really deep stuff comes comes with multiple conversations. 

So yeah, he likely knows the deepest, darkest secrets of me, my family, his family, our friends, our neighbors, and all his coworkers. Luckily for us he’s a nice guy, so he won’t tell.