#Pining idiots

[albaskies]

‘You didn’t have to do that, you know.’

His voice lingers in the air like a sweet scent of honey, and pulls her to a halt just before she reaches the stairs leading up to the dormitories. 

Ginny turns, drawn by the ever-familiar sound that still makes her heart sing despite herself, and finds Harry slumped in a solitary chair at the far end of the common room. His head rests in his hands, his shoulders seem stiff under the weight of his own exhaustion. And yet, his voice is soft - so soft that she wonders if she’s imagined it. It’s only when she notices his gaze fixed upon her that she has the confirmation that it was not just a trick of her mind.

The quiet in the room is mitigated by the gentle crackle of the fire, its warm glow flickering across the walls, and by the occasional whispers of a few lingering Gryffindors, not yet ready for sleep.

She smiles gingerly and draws closer to where Harry is sitting, the air around them feeling somehow thicker and thicker at every step she takes towards him. She is sure, quite sure, to notice his posture relax, his muscles loosen, and for a fleeting, desperately terrifying moment, she just knows — he feels it, too. 

She stops right in front of him, her knees slightly brushing his, and she realises she’s been holding her breath.

‘Do what?’

She knows what, of course, but her throat has suddenly gone dry under the weight of his unwavering gaze, never once leaving her.

He smiles tentatively, and it still feels unreal that she can make him do that, that she can be the reason for it.

‘Well.’ He shrugs. ‘Telling people off on my behalf.’

She hums, then winks at him. ‘You looked like you needed saving, and I do have a debt to settle.’

He snorts, the glimpse of a short-lived moment of lightheartedness brightening his eyes, then quickly shakes his head, coming back to reality.

‘Everyone is right to be disappointed, especially you’, he says, then pauses, staring at her intently, struggling to find the right words. ‘Because I-’.

What he did remains hanging in the air, his voice breaking right in the middle of it. She tries to contain the urge to sit on the armrest of his chair and to throw her hands around his neck, holding him tight, telling him it’s OK, he’s OK, and they’ll be just fine. 

Instead, she looks at him, faking a shrug to dissimulate a shiver.

‘You took orders from something someone wrote in a book.’

There’s another pause, a beat, and the air around them suddenly feels unbreathable.

‘Yeah.’ His eyes flash before her, and she feels them burning on her skin, like the scariest and yet most beautiful thing she’s ever seen. ‘I’m very sorry, Ginny.’

How do you tell someone, you know, I think I’m in love with you. I think I’ve been for the longest of times and damn you, damn you, for looking at me like that right now. Just when I had almost moved on, just when I had almost let you go. Damn you for having those eyes, that face, those hands. I’ve spent so many sleepless nights over the years, but your smile is the most beautiful sunrise I’ve ever seen. I want to spend my days telling you about it, laughing with you, crying with you. I want to kiss that sad frown away from your face and make all this disappear. I want to take your pain away, I want to make you smile like you do until the air in my lungs runs out. I want the good, I want the bad, I want it fucking all.

I’m so screwed, she concludes. She gives in, stops resisting. I’m so fucking screwed.

[gangstagandalf]

I’ve been reading waaayyyy too many (not enough) fanfics involving a certain Slytherin.

Current HC: Sebastian and Elieen (oc) reunite after a few years apart, the butter beer flows, things are said, feelings are felt, and a merlin trial becomes a new favorite spot.

Should I do more? (Please say yes)

[getawayfox]

Autumn ✨vibes 🍂🍁

Art for Terrible People by @wolfpants 🤍

[ghostlyfleur]

♡ steve finally gets the girl of his dreams during summer

[blushingsastiel]

the episode where house and wilson are living together for a while and wilson is cooking for house and they're arguing even more like an old married couple is the proof of all proof to say that they're in love and married.

[n33dlew0rk]

Steve: [...] but I feel like I don't deserve this

Eddie: ok

Steve: aaaand I told you I had something planned for you this week

Eddie: yeah

Steve: you don- you don't really know what it is and

Steve: uhh I need to.. earn this

Eddie:

Eddie: ..are we gonna have sex on the show? *laughs*

Steve: we're not- *flustered*

Steve: not yet 👀

[lurafita]

Advanced Pining

Malec pine for each other even when they are already together.

Alec: "He is so magical." Jace: "Yes, yes, we know, Alec." Alec: "Think he would go out with me?" Izzy: "… Alec, he is your boyfriend." Alec: "So chances of him agreeing to a date are good, right?"

Meanwhile on Magnus' side of things:: Magnus: "Do you think Alexander likes me?" Catarina: "You two have been together for one and a half years now." Magnus: "Yes, but do you think he likes me?"

[i-am-having-a-moment-here]

Crowley has been living in his car for four fucking years instead of moving into the bookshop all while Aziraphale was calling them as "our car" and "our bookshop" in his mind. How am I supposed to deal with that?

[snarky-magpie]

My first prongsfoot fic is finished, and you can read the final chapter here! Love these messy idiots <3 Sirius lets out a surprised yelp, but he opens for him instantly, inviting James to plunder his mouth, and fuck, it’s so heady, how he goes pliant for him, against him, body liquid and voice thready with pleasure. 

“I didn’t try to kiss you—because you’re—a consolation prize,” James grinds out in the short breaks when they struggle to gulp down as much air as possible. “I tried to kiss you because I’m in love with you, although I’m starting to question my judgment.”

That shocks Sirius into pulling back and staring at James with incredulity washing over his expression. “What do you mean?”

“Does this sentence have another meaning I’m not aware of?” he snaps. It’s been a long evening, and every nerve in his body has been set on fire, ruthlessly stamped on, and then lit up again way too many times for his system to keep up with this insanity. Adrenaline pulses through him in waves, making him light-headed and shortening his fuse into nothing.

“No, no.” Sirius shakes his head wildly, face slack with shock. “But I don’t understand.”

[dovahtobi]

[Remus] turned to look at him. Sirius was without his own sleeveless jumper, as usual, and the sleeves to his button-up top were rolled up past his elbows. His tie hung loose around his neck. Half his hair was caught up in a slight ponytail, his wand tucked behind one ear, and he looked agonizingly beautiful. Remus faced the water again, everything inside of him shriveling up before melting into lava.

Sneak peek of Four To The End 😉

[helloliriels]

John's movie list:

P.S. I Love You

So I Married an Axe Murderer

Death Becomes Her

He's Just Not That Into You

Sherlock's movie list:

My Best Friends Wedding

Four Weddings and a Funeral

Call Me By Your Name

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

[truly-morgan]

[Meeting again, is he married?!]

XiCheng | Mo Dao Zu Shi Modern AU 04-04-2021

[#xicheng - modern]

Where jc and lxh didn't saw each other for years because jc had to move away for work. everything goes well for him and jl, he manages to raise the boy as best as he could, dancing around wondering if he /can/ take the role of a father or if he shouldn't try and replace what jzx should have been if he wasn't dead. Fun time figuring this out while jl sees him basically as a dad-jiujiu, no one could take his place.

after years away from pretty much everyone he knew he finally move back there with jl, wondering if the people he knew were still there or if most have moved away, but his rather busy working and taking care fo a teenage boy he don't really have the time to check on this.

cut to when he goes to pick up jl at a friend house (he's so happy that he managed to make friends this time, a refreshing thing from jl only being with him, alone or fairy most of the time). He's a bit nervous because he has not met any of his nephew friends' parent.

Fun timing makes it that another parent comes to pick up their son and he doesn't know what to do when he realise this is lxh. the man seems as pleasantly surprised by this situation, the both of them nearly missing jl and ljy getting out of oyz house to join them.

they talk a bit and he learns that ljy is lxh son and jc has to force a smile on his face while his heart is being stabbed.

He thought he and lxh might have had something back in the days, but now he was regretting not ever telling him because /obviously/ it was too late, the man was clearly already taken.

he manage to awkwardly push the conversation forward for a bit before being on his way with jl, the ride filled by his nephew telling what they were doing, jc knowing that some of his complainings was just how he was showing his fondness for the other boys.

"I didn't expect for jiujiu to already know lxh" admitted jl having obviously noticed the sudden shift in jc when they got in the car. After years of living with him, it was easy to pick when something seemed wrong.

jc tries to lie his way out of this, not wanting for jl to be awkward around his friend's dad because of him. and time goes by, where jc is often meeting up with lxh because of the boys going to either of their places. he feels like what they had back in the days is slowly coming back, but he forces himself from not acting on it, not daring to hope for anything because he wouldn't be able to take it if he were to be the reason lxh family was falling apart.

Then, one evening, as they are in lxh hallway while the boys are in the living room setting their stuff up for the night, lxh tries to gently grab his hand "jc, there's something I would like to talk with you" he start, only to feel the man startle away a little bit from him. "Do you?".

The sudden pull back is something lxh has now gotten used to and it always hurts him a bit. as he done something to suddenly make jc unable to look at him in the eyes?

he doesn't let him go, knowing jc will only run away otherwise. "Did I do something wrong? I feel like... jc isn't comfortable around me, so I apologies if I did something wrong".

jc panics a bit, not wanting for the man to believe /he/ ever did anything, it was all his own fault for getting his hope up when he knew the man was already taken. "lxh did nothing wrong! I just have some things on my mind".

he hope lxh will do like the usual and be a polite man and don't ask, but the man seems set on knowing so he tries to pry in /just a bit/.

all this ends up in lxh grabbing his hands again, looking him in the eyes asking seriously "But don't you also feel like me?".

and this stabs jc because /of course/ he does, but he know he /shouldn't/, nor should lxh do either. "We can't" he says will trying to pull away, only for lxh to look hurt and confused. "I-I can't be the reason your family falls apart, I am sure you are plenty happy with what you have".

and this sends lxh in for more confusion, asking him what he's talking about. jc gets more agitated, because they are /in the hallway/ where lxh family could find them and he doesn't want that.

"jiujiu is everything alright?" he hears from the side, jl looking worried about him while his friends poke around from the corner of the wall. he suddenly feels bad for starting a scene in front of his nephews friend, trying to get his hands free for the strong grip of lxh.

"lxh /please/" he says, this time in a whisper, "you have a wife and son, don't do this to them".

"A wife?" ask lxh confused, only for ljy to ask from the other end of the hallway "Who has a wife? jl you didn't tell me you jiujiu was getting married?"

"He's not you idiot, jiujiu as clearly been in love with-"

"jl!" jc warns, now confused and worried that his secret would be out so easily and how did the boy even noticed it?

"You thought I had a wife?" lxh asked

"You don't?"

"No I don't, why did you thought so?"

then jc turns to ljy, lxh easily understanding where this thought had come from, still wondering /how/ exactly jc had still ended up with this conclusion when he had most likely never mentioned any wife and that said imaginary wife had never shown up once in this house.

"ljy is my adopted son" he admits, something he sometimes forgets because, despite that, ljy /is/ his son.

jc then looks dumbstruck, unsure what to do with this new information. so he didn't have a wife? and when it seemed like he was flirting with him it was /actually/ that and he shouldn't have felt like he was doing something wrong when he would sometimes playfully flirt back a bit too? he's suddenly pulled into strong arms, keeping him close to lxh. "I was so scared I had done something wrong when all this time jc thought I was married," he said, relief and amusement in his voice. 

jc hug him back without noticing, burying himself in the crook of his neck to hide his embarrassment. he felt so stupid now that he thought about it, because so much was pointing towards lxh being single.

he hears the man laughing and hugging him closer, a hand gently rubbing his back. "With all this cleared up... would jc accept my love for him?".

in the embarrassment still left, and knowing they most likely /still/ had an audience, jc only dares to nod his head to accept.

He is forced out of his hiding to feel gentle lips kiss his, smiling against him.

It was a bit hard to get there, but finally they were able to be together after /some/ misunderstanding. jc could probably not have been happier with this outcome than he was right now.

Original

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hiya Steph! How are you doing? :)

I was thinking of a fic that I cannot find for the life of me 😭 I believe it was called 'Absence makes the heart grow fonder.' and/or it was very on topic with that idea. It was a fic about Sherlock wanting to do an experiment where John and him have as little contact for a period of time to see what happens to their relationship I believe, in the end they are unsurprisingly lusting badly for each other lol

Thank you, hope you have a nice day :)

Hey Nonny!!

I'm doing great, thank you!! :D Just enjoying my break for as long as my brain perceives it to be LOL.

I know EXACTLY which fic you are looking for!! A MIRACLE I KNOW because I NEVER know which it is! It's this one:

Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder by cypress_tree (E, 10,669 w., 1 Ch. || UST/RST, For an Experiment) – John helps Sherlock with an experiment: for an entire month, they are not allowed to touch each other and must remain at least one metre apart at all times.

Hope that pleases you!! :D

And you're welcome, hope you have a great day as well!

[victorian-platence]

Hey, hello, uh, would any of you guys be interested in a lil 19k LingFan one shot?? It's a bit smutty, but, uh, maybe you guys might like it??

Title: If It Pleases My Lord (To Love You So)

Rated: E

Tags include but are not limited to: Slow Burn, Pining, Greed is a little shit, Post canon, dragging Lan Fan kicking and screaming towards self worth, Dom/sub Undertones, Master/Servant, Fingerfucking, Penis In Vagina Sex, Light Bondage, Resolved Sexual Tension, Implied resolved romantic tension

Summary: Ling thinks about how even automail arms have space between the fingers, and yes, rationally it makes sense from a practical point of view. It's to grab things more dexterously. But. Humans could have evolved in such a way that five separate digits were never a necessary thing, like dogs that have no opposite thumbs and hunt just fine with their teeth or ducks that have their digits joined to swim faster. Humans fingers, though, have more uses than swimming, humans are born with fingers that can hold knives and swords, yes, but also with fingers that can play musical instruments and hold another set of fingers within them. Ling has never been more than human but he doesn't think he has ever felt more human than right now.

Lil tumblr author note: I owe all this fic to my will to procrastinate studying Latin sintax and my undying love for Miranda, yes, the Argentine band. Listen to Yo te diré and Perfecta, if you cant find a good translation just hit me up, I will translate them for you, just do it, they make the creative juices flow, okay?

[whothe-hell-ismary]

Half Love/Half Regret

Steve probably shouldn’t find it as funny as he does. He’s surrounded by his friends, his family, who care about him enough that they staged this shindig. Spurred on by Eddie, of all people. They just want him to get clean, healthy, stop self-destructing. He just can’t stop laughing. 

He can’t remember the last time he laughed this hard. He’s curled in on himself, almost falling off the sofa as his body heaves. Robin has wrenched her hand out of his and is standing now, glaring at him through the tears in her eyes, but he still can’t stop. He can feel Eddie on his other side, can just imagine the way he’s looking at him, how everyone is looking at him. 

It’s touching, really. Everyone is here. The Party, Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, and Eddie all surrounding him in his living room. He didn’t know what was happening at first, thought he’d really lost his mind and had forgotten it was his birthday or some shit. 

They’d gingerly herded him to the sofa, watching him with their sad eyes as they sat in a circle around him. Then the stories started. Dustin had been the first to go, told him how much he loved having him as a big brother and he couldn’t imagine facing the rest of his teenage years without him. Lucas followed, spouting off some weird basketball anecdotes, then the rest of the kids. By the time they got to Nancy, Steve realized what was going on. This was an intervention. 

Eddie had ratted him out. What an ass.

Steve had been able to hold it together through Nancy and Jonathan’s speeches, but when it got to Robin and she immediately started sobbing, he just couldn’t keep it up anymore. One look in her tear-filled eyes and Steve lost it. 

He’s not sure how long it’s been. He’s on the floor now, gasping for breath as his laughter finally starts to subside. He takes his time sitting up and reorienting himself. He looks around, sees the disappointed eyes watching him. He knows they think he’s really lost his shit now, Nancy’s probably already sent some secret signal to have the local psych hospital come pick him up. 

“Guys, I appreciate all this, really, but I don’t need an intervention.” Steve sighs, rubbing a hand over his face to hide his grin. Eddie snorts above his shoulder.

“Steve, look, I… I’m sorry I told them, but I had to, man. If you keep on like this, it’s gonna kill you.” Eddie has the decency to look a little guilty, at least.

“Keep on like what, man?” Steve shakes his head, watches as Dustin throws his hands up in the air in disbelief.

“Steve.” Eddie deadpans, turning so he’s fully facing him and staring him right in the eyes. “I know you’re a little fucked up after everything with the Upside Down, after…Vecna. We all are. But, dude, you’ve literally been buying drugs from me multiple times a week. For months.”

Steve sighs again, opens his mouth to respond but Eddie’s not done.

“I wasn’t worried when it was just weed. But… shit Steve. That other shit is literally going to kill you. I was just going to refuse to sell you anymore but I figured you’d just go get it somewhere else ,and that’d be even worse. I didn’t know what else to do other than this.”

Robin sits down next to him on the floor, grabs his hand again. Steve can feel her shaking and feels awful. What a clusterfuck he’s gotten himself into.

“Steve. I love you. We love you. So much. You know we’re here for you, and you know we know what you’re going through. Please don’t do this to yourself, just let us help.” She’s crying again, and Steve’s had enough.

He gently removes his hand from hers and stands up, glancing around the room again.

“Look, just… just wait here one second, okay?” He heads for the stairs, hears someone following behind him, knows they no longer trust him to be alone. He knows it’s Eddie without looking. He knows the way the air shifts around Eddie’s body at this point… knows what his footsteps sound like, knows how his jeans swish as he moves, can feel the nervous, anxious energy radiating off of him like always. 

“You gonna wipe my ass for me too, Munson?” Steve asks over his shoulder, taking the steps two at a time. He hears Eddie sigh but doesn’t get a response.

Steve turns into his bedroom and heads straight for his closet, reaching into the back corner and pulling out his old backpack. He throws it onto the bed and leans back against the wall, crossing his arms as he glares at Eddie.

“Go on. Open it.” 

Eddie’s clearly confused, but steps over to the bed, unzipping the backpack and peering inside.

“Steve, what the actual fuck?” 

Steve starts laughing again, doesn’t answer and instead grabs the backpack and heads back downstairs, Eddie hot on his heels. He gets to the living room and dumps the contents in the middle of the floor, in view of everyone.

6 months worth of weed, Special K, and a few other special goodies lie on the floor, untouched. All eyes are on him.

“Steve, again I ask… What. The. Actual. Fuck.” Eddie’s the one with his arms crossed now, so many emotions running across his face that Steve can’t tell if he’s relieved, angry, or just really confused. Probably all three, really.

“I’m not doing drugs, guys. Yeah, I… I bought them. But I’ve never taken any of it. Other than the weed every once in a while when the headaches get really bad or something.” 

“Then why the hell did you buy all of this from me?” 

“Please don’t make me answer that.” Steve groans. He suddenly doesn’t think it’s funny anymore, realizes he’s actually backed himself into a corner here and it’s about to turn into a whole other kind of intervention. 

“Uh, you kinda have to, man. You have literally given me thousands of dollars for drugs you had no intention of using. Why on earth would you do that?”

Steve’s frozen. A real deer in headlights. He can’t think of a single good excuse other than the truth, and he’s not about to blurt that shit out in front of all these…

“Because he’s in love with you,” Max blurts from her spot in the recliner, smirking like she’s just found the cure for cancer but isn’t going to share it for less than a billion dollars. Steve hates her.. Wants to murder her. Like, yesterday. He’s never driving her anywhere again, definitely. The scales of favoritism have tipped back towards Dustin. Fuck, even Mike is above her at this point.

Steve hears soft, uncomfortable laughter from a few corners of the rooms, but he can’t take his eyes off Eddie. Eddie, who’s still just staring at him, eyes narrowing but not in an entirely unpleasant way?

“Steve?” His voice is soft, hesitant. Steve’s done for. He might as well spill the beans. He had his crisis silently and privately months ago, he knows everyone in this room loves and supports him no matter what, Max already fucking spilled the beans for him, the little narc.

“Yeah…yeah because I’m in love with you. Or something,” Steve mutters, shoving his hands in the pocket of his hoodie as he starts rambling. “I think I realized when I thought I lost you, ya know, to Vecna. And I just… I just wanted to be around you all the time, I think? No, I know. I did. I still do. And I knew you wouldn’t want to just hang out, like why the fuck would you want to hang out with me? So, I figured I’d just be a paying customer and you’d have to spend time with me and then we could be friends and hang out for real and then… shit, it just spiraled, man. I’m so sorry.” 

Eddie takes a step towards him but Steve stumbles backward, hitting the patio door as he tries to keep space between them. 

“You can have the drugs back, too. I don’t want the money back! I don’t need it, you need it more than me. But… I mean I’m not going to do the drugs so you might as well re-sell them or something, whatever you want, I-”

“Steve, please shut up.” Eddie’s in his space now anyway. Steve is trapped against the door and Eddie is close, closer than he should be, why is he so close? 

“I love you too, you fucking idiot.” Eddie’s eyes are twinkling, his smile taking over his face, and all Steve can do is stare.

“You…what?” 

“I. Love. You. Too.” Eddie leans forward, presses a soft kiss to the corner of Steve’s mouth after each word. “And you’re a fucking idiot, can’t forget that part. Why the hell did you ever think I wouldn’t want to hang out with you? I’ve been ass over tits for you since you brought me YooHoo in that boathouse, babe.” 

Steve’s laughing again, and this time those beautiful butterflies in his stomach accompany the laughter. 

Eddie’s hand cups his jaw as he rests their foreheads together. “How about we start spending some quality time together without the business transactions, yeah?”  “Yeah. Yeah I’d really like that, Eds.” Steve brings their lips together and as he hears the cheers and fake gagging erupt around them, he thinks what a beautiful clusterfuck he’s gotten himself into, indeed.

[n0tananimegirl]

#skts | oversized pt 1

Kiyoomi hadn’t known what to expect his first year at the All Japan Youth Training camp. He made himself a name in the world of volleyball during his middle school years so it was an honor to be there.

Especially to be surrounded by talented players - Ushijima Wakatoshi being one of them. Mixed in with these bunch of talented players were also the Miya Twins. Atsumu and Osamu - forces of their own not to be trifled with - first years, just like him.

He discovers Osamu to be skilled as a spiker even when he wasn’t paired with his twin but he hated to admit that he often found his gaze drifting to the blond who was nearly always by his side.

Atsumu was an enigma on his own - unphased that he’s a first year and demanded perfection from everyone around him.

Including Kiyoomi.

Sakusa could admit he was attracted to the setter, piss blond hair and all - at least until Miya opened his fucking mouth.

“You’re setting it too high Miya.” He grits out after another failed attempt at spiking Atsumu’s set.

Atsumu lifted his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face - Kiyoomi’s eyes flickered to the exposed tanned skin “What’s the point of having those long ass arms if ya can’t reach high tosses?” He snarks.

Kiyoomi bristled “If you tossed where I could reach we wouldn’t have this problem.”

The blond tsks “If ya can’t hit my sets then get out of the way because there’s someone who can.” He looks over Kiyoomi’s shoulder where Osamu was watching them - glare pointed at Sakusa.

“Again.” Kiyoomi demands never one to be outdone.

They never spoke off the court - Atsumu sticking close to his twin while Sakusa found friendship in Ushijima. But Kiyoomi couldn’t seem to keep his attention off the setter.

Why?

Because of the stupid fucking clothes he wore when he wasn’t practicing.

Atsumu liked wearing oversized shirts and it was driving Sakusa crazy. He was particularly favoring a heather gray hoodie that nearly covered his shorts with sleeves that hung off his hands giving him sweater paws.

He learned the hoodie was Osamu’s - a small, small part of him had been relieved that it wasn’t a boyfriends.

“Stop wearing my shit ya scrub, ya got yer own clothes.” Osamu says annoyance evident on his face.

“Ya know this is my favorite Samu. And ya saw me pack it ya asshole!”

At first glance the twins didn’t look much different in size but if you look close enough - like Kiyoomi had - you could spot that Osamu was much broader than his twin, with wide shoulders strengthened by no doubt years of spiking.

While Atsumu was much leaner, flexible from the impressive sets he conjures up, thighs thick and muscular.

Similar but oh so different at the same time.

It didn’t stop with the hoodie - most of Atsumu’s t shirts never truly fit him usually large enough to fall off his shoulder revealing freckled skin that had Kiyoomi itching to reach out and touch.

Of course Sakusa did nothing but attempt to be subtle about his staring - if Miya noticed, he didn’t say anything. He couldn’t say the same about Osamu who watched him like a hawk.

Training camp came to an end without any other incidents. Miya continued driving him up the wall in more ways than one and he was desperate to return home where he didn’t have to see the golden boy in oversized clothes.

Sakusa was waiting outside the training center, waiting for his parents to come and pick him up when he hears that familiar kansai accent call out his name “Omi-Omi!”

He cringes at the nickname but turns anyways to Atsumu who’s approaching him wearing that fucking hoodie “See ya at Nationals?” He asks waving sweater paw hand, smile bright and sunshine like “Can’t wait to kick yer ass!”

Kiyoomi didn’t have time to respond when Osamu starts tugging his twin along “Let’s go idiot before we miss our bus.”

And just like that Atsumu is pulled away but not before glancing over his shoulder to smile once more at Kiyoomi.

Fuck.