#haikyuu fic concept

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tsukishima has such bully energy. he'll pull the chair under you before you sit down, he'll steal your things and hold them above your head, he'll call you nasty names and laugh about how ugly you are. bully tsukishima thinks of you at night while he's stroking his cock. he thinks about how you look stunning with watery eyes, when you're trying your hardest not to cry and you pout so pretty. his favourite thing is when you try so hard to get your things back, you'll go on your tippy toes and jump up, causing your breasts to bounce slightly and your thighs jiggle, if you're wearing thigh high socks that day they'll roll down. he'll think about the time when he was behind you on the stairs, your skirt was swaying and if he looked close enough he could see your underwear. he cant stop thinking about you, maybe tomorrow he'll be able to get you to cry.

[strawberrycheeks-and-glasses]

You are Insufferable (I Can’t Stand You)

Tsukishima x f!reader

Rated E (18+)

WC: 14.5k~

Summary:

Tsukishima Kei has no interest in finding a wife this season, but accidentally meeting you might change his mind.

Notes:

This is a Bridgerton-esque AU *where Reader is of age, meaning 18 years old.

[fabraies-archive]

SNOWFLAKES ARE KISSES FROM HEAVEN

❅ *:･ﾟAnthology of short stories that vary from drabbles to fics to help you survive the cold and unforgiving winter time (aka mae’s redemption arc for being so awfully inactive)

cast oikawa tooru, iwaizumi hajime, atsumu miya, osamu miya, suna rintarō

tags winter olympics au, f!reader, fluff, angst, friends to lovers, strangers to lovers, enemies to lovers, established relationship, [each story will have their own specific warnings & tags] stories are not interconnected, these will be published throughout the winter season starting November!

reblogs are appreciated!

COMPETITION #1— BREAK THE ICE

˖  ݁ . ࿓ You'd do anything to be an Olympic champion - anything. And if that means having to get along with your insufferable figure skating partner, oikawa tooru, you're willing to give it a try.

[figure skater !oikawa x figure skater! reader]

COMPETITION #2— LESS THAN ZERO

˖  ݁ . ࿓ Never would you have guessed that the one to lift the insane weight of the pressure off your shoulders would be an opponent’s coach, iwaizumi hajime.

[coach! iwaizumi x snowboarder! reader]

COMPETITION #3 — JEALOUSY JEALOUSY

˖  ݁ . ࿓ You can’t help but feel jealous of your childhood friend suna rintarō’s rankings in competitions despite his obvious disinterest in the sport, when you’ve been doing your absolute best, with little to no results.

[snowboarder! suna x snowboarder! reader]

COMPETITION #4 — CAN’T YOU SEE ME?

˖  ݁ . ࿓ You’ve always been a fan of the freestyle skier atsumu miya. So when you learn that you’re assigned to his delegation as an OG staff, you’re over the moon. It’s a shame he doesn’t notice you, though.

[freestyle skier! atsumu x staff! reader]

COMPETITION #5 — COLD SHOULDER

˖  ݁ . ࿓ Your boyfriend, osamu miya, has very obviously been a train wreck lately, due to his upcoming hockey matches. It’s clearly just another rough patch in your relationship you need to overcome, but you’re not sure you can do it.

[hockey player! osamu x reader]

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[eurydicees]

4 or 11 with skts :> [hi yes i'm predictable shh] for the location prompt !!!

hehe a couple months late but im excited abt this one :D

the flight and the fall / the fury and the freak

summary: in the empty field by his house, just before a storm, atsumu finds a pair of wings, and the man who has cut them off. prompt: location prompts, a desolate field in the middle of nowhere, just before a rainstorm pairings: pre-relationship atsumu miya & kiyoomi sakusa words: 2184 warnings: blood, self-injury

The humidity is like a second layer of skin sweating over Atsumu’s limbs on the day he finds the wings. 

He’s out in the field nearby his house, on a walk before the thunderstorm breaks over their middle-of-nowhere town. He’s spent the past twenty minutes meandering through the forest between his house and the empty field, and by the time that he makes it to his favorite spot, the air feels almost electric with oncoming lightning. 

His usual birdwatching route is a loop from home, through the forest, to a spot on a grassy hill where an old oak tree stands, and then back. The wings are at the top of the hill, resting at the risen roots of the oak tree. They’re gorgeous, breathtaking things: a jet black, each wing longer than Atsumu’s arm, the feathers thickly interwoven in a pattern resembling a peregrine falcon. 

The thing is that Atsumu knows birds. He knows birds. He’s cataloged every bird that’s ever passed through this area. And he knows that these wings didn’t come from a bird. They’re too big to have come from anything smaller than he is. 

He kneels in front of them. There’s one piled onto the other, a red blood dripping from the scapulars—where the wing feathers would connect to a body—of the top one onto the feathers below. In the onsetting darkness, the red of the blood looks deeper than ruby and thicker than oil. Atsumu reaches out, hesitant to touch, and just as his fingers brush against the soft of the black feathers, a sharp voice cuts open the silence. 

“Don’t you dare touch that.” 

Atsumu flinches, pulling his hand back immediately. He stumbles where he had been bent over, landing hard on his knees. He turns slowly towards where the voice had come from, swallowing down the fear that builds up heavy in his throat. 

His gaze lands on two feet in the grass, and then he lifts his head to meet the gaze of—and he’s nothing more than a man, standing in the grass. He wears pants from what clearly was a nice three-piece suit before dirt had caked the hems and tears had ripped through both knees. He’s bare chested, and there’s a knife in his right hand. The knife glints an orange reflection under the setting sun, giving the impression that the blade is bleeding where red drips from the sharp edge. 

Atsumu has heard legends of angels, of wing-wearers, of men who aren’t men at all. He has heard legends of the awe or fear those creatures instill when looked upon. He has heard legends of what happens when you find injured things with wings. 

But he’s also so sure, looking at this man standing there, that he isn’t one of those legends. No, this man stares him down and he looks much too afraid to be any kind of legend. 

“Who are you?” Atsumu asks, voice hoarse. 

The hand holding the knife is shaking, and it makes drops of blood slip to the grass faster. Atsumu takes a shaky breath as the man says, “No one. You didn’t see anything.” 

Slowly, Atsumu stands up, unfolding his knees and rising to his full height. The man is taller than him, barely, but Atsumu feels his presence in the same way a young child might feel their father’s height tower over them. He studies the man in front of him; the set of his jaw, the narrowed gaze of his eyes, the trembling of his hands. The blood that stains the knife similarly stains his wrist, long smears of red running down his forearm. 

“You’re hurt,” Atsumu says. He takes a step forward. The man takes a step back. “I can help.” 

“How the fuck could you help?” the man sneers. “You don’t know me.” 

Atsumu takes another step forward and this time the man holds his ground, tightening his grip on the knife and raising his arm slightly to ward Atsumu off. “I’m Atsumu. What’s your name?” 

The man swallows. He doesn’t lower the knife, but he does say, harshly, “Kiyoomi.” 

“There,” Atsumu says. “Now we know each other. Let me help you.”

Kiyoomi takes a long, audible breath. “Don’t touch the—the—those.” 

His words are filled with disgust that Atsumu doesn’t understand the origins of, because the wings are beautiful. “The wings?” 

“Yes.” 

Atsumu doesn’t dare to glance back at them; he keeps his eyes on Kiyoomi. Atsumu is the one with his back to the tree, but Kiyoomi looks like a cornered animal standing there in the empty, desolate field. He also looks like he has nowhere better to go. 

Tentatively, Atsumu asks, “Are they yours?” 

Kiyoomi’s lip curls. “Technically.” 

Atsumu desperately wants to know why Kiyoomi has cut them off of himself—because it is becoming abundantly clear that that’s what he did with the knife still in his hand—but that’s a question for another time. Now that Kiyoomi has admitted to his identity, he looks like he’s about to collapse from exhaustion. 

“Come back to my house,” Atsumu says tentatively. “No one else is home. I can get you some, um. First aid, if you need it. And a shirt, maybe.” 

“I don’t. Need first aid.” Atsumu arches an eyebrow, and Kiyoomi exhales slowly through his nose. “It heals itself.” 

“You’ve done this before.” 

Kiyoomi shrugs stiffly, and that only raises more questions that Atsumu is dying to know the answers to. For a moment, they’re both quiet, just staring at each other. Then there’s a flash of lightning that electrifies the sky; it cracks open the dusk and the clouds seem to turn even darker than they already are. Kiyoomi flinches at the sudden light, and then at the drum of thunder that follows. 

“Come with me,” Atsumu offers again. He glances up as he feels the first few drops of rain landing on the palms he lifts open to the sky. “The storm is only going to get worse.” 

Kiyoomi hesitates, and then the rain begins to fall in earnest. He licks his lips, studying Atsumu for a moment. Then, “Fine.” 

“It’s about a twenty minute walk,” Atsumu tells him, and then he waves Kiyoomi forward as he walks back towards where he came from. Moving slowly, like every movement pains him, Kiyoomi follows. “Can I ask you a few questions?” 

Kiyoomi hesitates, only responding when Atsumu slows his pace and then glances over at him. “I reserve the right not to answer.” 

“Fair enough.” The field is wide and feels momentarily endless as they walk. The unkempt grass grows up past Atsumu’s ankles, and it moves in the harsh wind as a rough whisper at their feet. “So tell me, Kiyoomi. What brings you out here at dusk before a hurricane?” 

“I have a presentation on Tuesday,” Kiyoomi says, stiff and unemotional. “I usually work from home but I’m going to the city for a work conference this week and I present on Tuesday.” 

Atsumu looks at him. “That answers exactly no parts of my question, Omi.” 

“Don’t call me that,” Kiyoomi says, but his annoyance sounds more indignant than actually offended. “They, um. The wings. They grow to full size roughly every month. I cut them off when I stop being able to hide them.” 

Atsumu inhales sharply, an awful grief in his words when he asks, “Why would you do that?” 

Kiyoomi looks down at his hands as they walk slowly towards the edge of the forest, where the path home lays. The blood is drying on his skin and he itches at it, scraping it off with sharp fingernails, not looking at Atsumu when he says flatly, “So no one knows what a fucking freak I am.” 

“You’re not a freak,” Atsumu says; careful, measured. “Do you know how fucking cool it is to have wings? I’d kill to be able to fly.” 

Kiyoomi snorts. “I haven’t tried that since I was a kid. My parents didn’t like letting me out in public like…that.” 

“Next month,” Atsumu says determinedly. “You should try again. I bet it’s amazing.” 

“Next month,” Kiyoomi says, just as determined, but with an undercurrent of bitter anger, “I’ll be cutting them off again.” 

Atsumu is quiet. For a moment, there’s just the sound of their feet in the grass and the wind beginning to howl. The rain is coming down for real now, with no hesitation as it lands heavy and sharp on Atsumu’s skin. 

“Whoever told you you’re a freak was wrong,” Atsumu says, voice low under the drumming of the rain against dampening leaves. “I think you’re—” 

He cuts himself off. He met Kiyoomi only minutes ago. He’s been told he can be intense, especially with first impressions; he doesn’t want to scare Kiyoomi off now. He wants to get to know him, wants to unravel all the secrets of this man who walks with wings, this man who cuts them off. 

“I’m what?” Kiyoomi asks, words sharp. “Say it. Say it, Atsumu. I’ve already heard every awful thing there is to say about things like me.” 

Atsumu swallows. The rain lands hard on his cheeks not unlike tears when he’s angry rather than sad. He runs a hand through his hair, smoothing back the wet strands out of his eyes. His voice is low under the hum of rain when he says, “I think you’re beautiful.” 

“Beautiful,” Kiyoomi scoffs. “Don’t patronize me. You don’t have to hold back.” 

“I’m not—” Atsumu groans, frustrated, rubbing a hand over his face, which does nothing but work the raindrops into his skin. “I’m not trying to patronize you. I really think—you’re beautiful. And so are your wings.” 

Kiyoomi is quiet. Atsumu keeps walking, but pauses a few steps further when he realizes Kiyoomi isn’t following him anymore. Instead, Kiyoomi is staring at him with an unreadable expression; it’s like he’s studying Atsumu, trying to unravel him. Atsumu shifts uncomfortably under the weight of his stare.

The sun has just about fully sunk now, and the sky—still mostly hidden behind storm clouds—has darkened. The shadows of the treeline ahead of them fall over Kiyoomi’s face and cast him in a mask of indifference, but the hand holding the knife has loosened his grip and Atsumu can tell that something is shifting. 

“They’re disgusting,” Kiyoomi says, a vehemence in his voice that can only come out when a person is talking awfully about themselves. “They make me—different.” 

“Why is that so bad?” Atsumu asks. He thinks of his brother and the scales which line his spine and the backs of his arms. He thinks of his brother’s partner, and the deep red horns which curl up from the crown of his head back to his neck. He thinks of his old high school volleyball captain, and the gold flecks in his eyes that only shapeshifters carry. “You’re not the only one, you know, who has—” 

“A defect?” 

Atsumu narrows his eyes on Kiyoomi. “Not the word I was going to use.” 

“Yeah?” Kiyoomi asks, voice bitter. “Then what word were you going to use?” 

“Something different about them,” Atsumu says, somewhat lamely. He sighs, looking over Kiyoomi. He’s still not wearing a shirt; the rain drips over his bare chest in rivulets of water that trace his muscles. The blood on his hands has gotten wet with rain and it runs over his skin like outward veins and arteries. “And different isn’t a bad thing.” 

Kiyoomi rubs at his eyes with the hand not holding the knife; whether that’s because of the rain or because he’s getting emotional, Atsumu can’t tell. “It is for me. I didn’t want to be like this.” 

“Maybe not.” Atsumu takes a step forward. The muddy earth he stands on shifts under his feet with a squelch. “But you don’t have to cut pieces of yourself off because of it.” 

Kiyoomi tenses as Atsumu takes another step forward. The rain is getting so heavy and fast that Kiyoomi is almost blurred, only a foot in front of him. 

“I have a corporate job,” Kiyoomi says. He seems almost breathless, hopeless with the words. “A life that requires I act a certain way. Parents who want me to look a certain way. I can’t just…contradict that.” 

He says it, says he can’t go against what he’s been told all his life, but he sounds uncertain. His grip on the knife re-tightens and Atsumu stops moving closer. The rain is a wall between them, a sheet of glass that Atsumu wants to shatter. 

They stare at each other for a long moment, waiting to see which of them will break eye contact first. In the end, it’s Kiyoomi who ducks his gaze and Atsumu who smirks at him. In the end, it’s Atsumu who takes another step forward and Kiyoomi who doesn’t back away. 

“Come back to my place,” Atsumu says. Even the rain is louder. “Let me change your mind.” 

Kiyoomi swallows. For a moment, Atsumu thinks he’s going to make a run for it. Then, “You can try.” 

Atsumu grins. “Then let’s get out of this rain, Omi.” 

[mallgothyamaguchi]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi Characters: Tsukishima Kei, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Yaku Morisuke, Yamaka Mika, Semi Eita, Kindaichi Yuutarou, Kunimi Akira, Terushima Yuuji, Kageyama Tobio, Hinata Shouyou, Yachi Hitoka Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Office Worker Tsukishima Kei, Office Worker Yamaguchi Tadashi, Established Relationship, Self-Improvement, Fluff, Angst and Feels, Protectiveness, Look guys they just really love each other, Soft Tsukishima Kei, they're both whipped for each other what can i say, they're also both very anxious, no beta we die like daichi Summary:

Everyone at work wants to meet Yamaguchi Tadashi's elusive boyfriend, Tsukishima Kei, but he's a little hesitant to introduce him with past judgement from friends over the prickly man.

Inspired by Sabrina Carpenter's 'Please Please Please'

Tsukkiyama Week 2024 | Day 7 - Free Day

[reinedeslys-central]

when it's been so long since you've read a fic that you forget about it and you find it in the search tags and start reading it again

and it's great, if a little familiar, but you've read a lot of these sorts of fics bc you like this tag a lot, so you assume it's nothing

but then the deja vu starts adding up and you start to wonder

and then moments before the great big Plot Twist Reveal happens you're suddenly like ah hell this is the bloody sundial fic again isn't it

smh this has to be the fourth time yet

[princess-ditzy]

tsukkiyama au where yamaguchi is a fallen star and tsukki is a college student who majors in astronomy

[verxsyon]

college au hq. inspired by that one kpop fic. gn!reader.

alright, so i was supposed to write a timestamp drabble for an hq collab which i believe is pretty popular in the fandom iirc? i was gonna write college bf iwa but i thought ay what if i write a collection about college campus couples? i even made a graphic too so i can rb this post with it later hehe.

when i used to be part of the kpop fandom someone wrote a quarantine collection and it was iconic. remembered the author and the exact title too lmaooo. the ideas i gathered from moots and servermates (tysm favlib and teahouse) are a LOT plus from my own college experiences so here’s the list:

[nomazee]

every time i sit down and try to write an atsushi or akutagawa x reader i get the biggest mental block because i’m too much of an sskk believer to write them as anything else

[lovemeafterhrs]

guys.. guys.. tokyo ghoul! au megumi or next door neighbor! megumi im at a crossroads

[kings-highway]

someone either let me know where I can find a good Daisuga Link Click AU or get fcking ready for me to write it myself i-

[Why is this show so good? I picked it up almost randomly. I am,,,, sobbing? I... I...]

extended sobbing noises

[I NEED THIS]

[omgeto]

No.😭I sprayed the bathroom with bug spray just incase LMAOOO. I’m worried on this little mini series of MMA fighter toji and undercover reader.

I love MMA FIGHTER TOJI girl tell me when you’ve posted it and I WILL READ THAT ASAP. And a mini series too, the more content the better.

[mallgothyamaguchi]

can’t get out of my head a tsukkiyama “my kink is karma” fic idea where terushima and yamaguchi had a very very toxic relationship, they break up, and tsukishima has been in love with yamaguchi for years so he’s fucking pissed at terushima and finds satisfaction in watching (and maybe influencing) his life to go to shit cause he’s a petty ass bitch

tsukishima is definitely not above psychological warfare against his enemies and i stand by that

of course he and yamaguchi end up in the end i love a good whipped and protective tsukishima

the song if any of you gay people haven’t heard it yet

i’d die for chappell roan

[lunasfics]

Found Family - Under the Blossoms

summary: You’re new to that concept, it’s one thing you have yet to fully adjust to. The concept of people actively choosing to love you as you are, people who care if you disappear without a trace, people who see your flaws and shortcomings and still choose to see the good in you. 

this is sort of a continuation to found family! read here

pairings: Batfam x f! Reader, Supers x f! Reader

word count: 2k

request: "I neeeeeeed more Wayne-Kent daughter stuff. Your first post was truly amazing. Can I request a fic gets really upset about something and she hasn’t been home in a couple days. Everyone is looking for her but she’s hiding somewhere far away, maybe in Japan surrounded by cherry blossoms and a koi pond in the forest. Clark finds her and brings Bruce with him to see if she’s okay. You can change anything that you want but just the premise of the reader missing. Thank you!!! " requested by @ashdoctor

a/n: hi! i would first and foremost like to thank the sender of this request because I have had the worst writers block and this kind pulled me out of it :).also this not not proofread so sorry in advance for any typos,,,, anyway, this is kinda focused a bit on bruce and y/n's relationship cause they're both like. fucked up and complicated lolol but yeah I hope you like it! ALSO! i based the old japanese couple on a haikyuu character kita shinsuke, cause why not i thought it'd be fun

“Shit.” 

“Well I’ve flown through all of Gotham and Metropolis twice, and did a once-over around the country, not a trace. I’m getting really worried.” 

“She has to be somewhere, how long have we been searching?” 

“Going on day 3.” 

“Fuck.” 

“I’ve checked every landmark I’ve taken her to see during our training, I haven’t seen her once.” 

“We’ll keep looking.” 

The comms have been flooded for the past two days with nervous chatter and consistent but pointless updates in regards to your unknown whereabouts. Clark and Connor have been doing the physical searching while Bruce has hacked into any and every surveillance camera he could in hopes of the system picking up your face somewhere, anywhere.

Your siblings have taken over Gotham patrols, Barbara occasionally taking over the online search while Alfred forces Bruce to get some sleep. 

You’ve been living with him for well over six months now, adjustment has gotten easier for you, and you’d gotten more comfortable in going off on your own to explore. Now, Clark never has a problem with this, encouraging you to explore as much as you could, “The world has so much to offer, soon you’ll understand why we care so much for keeping it safe” he’d say. 

Bruce however felt it was reckless to use your powers so casually, you shouldn’t depend on them the way you do, that it's a liability to your civilian life. It’s not something you should be so careless about, “Your safety and well-being is not someone you should take lightly.” 

Naturally, you are too stubborn to see this was purely out of worry, that he actually cares for you. You’re new to that concept, it’s one thing you have yet to fully adjust to. The concept of people actively choosing to love you as you are, people who care if you disappear without a trace, people who see your flaws and shortcomings and still choose to see the good in you. 

Maybe that’s why you reacted the way you did during your last conversation with Bruce. The seething anger that heated your bones, the dense lump that formed in your throat as you spoke. The unpleasant pit in your stomach as you slammed the cave door behind you, the sweaty palms and the inexplicable reflex within you that told you to keep yourself guarded. To not let these people close enough to stab you in the back, to protect yourself and your skills. Do not allow yourself to be held back.  

So now here you are, on some farmland in a tiny town in Japan. You weren’t sure this town has had access to any recent tech for at least the past ten years. It was a refreshing change, it reminded you of all your favorite things about Smallville. The smell of the crops and the way the cherry blossoms bloomed along the outskirts of the fields in the spring. The pink of the petals was soft and peaceful, the wind blowing softly through them released a pleasant floral smell that made you feel at peace. 

Arriving there was an experience, you just flew and flew until you found yourself in a field at the crack of dawn, opening your eyes to an elderly Japanese couple standing over you, concern etched into their aged faces, confusion was evident in the way they spoke to you, but so was kindness. 

Mr and Mrs Kita were kind people, taking you in without question because they knew you were in need. They told you their story, about their grandson and how he goes to school in the city.

And so they invited you in and were delighted to find that you speak Japanese, although their dialect was different from yours, they welcomed you with open arms. You’ve worked in their fields the past two days, finding peace within yourself, and as nice as it was, you missed your family. 

Back in the house, the couple observes you as they do everyday, you pay no mind as you continue to harvest crops. 

“She’s a bit of an odd one, isn't she?”

“I quite like her, honest worker, though she seems as though she carries a heavy burden.” 

“Yes, I noticed that. She's quite adorable, she almost reminds me of our Shinsuke.”

“I do see it Dear, perhaps they’ll meet when he visits for the summer.” 

“I do hope so.”

“I’ve got something.” Bruce stood in his seat, gloved hands clicking away relentlessly as the batcomputer, pulling up a global map of movements that have broken the sound barrier within the past week.  

Clark stood behind him, eyeing the screen that was littered with red lines, the United States being full to the brim given their recent search. There were more streaks around the world leading to the landmarks, all which Clark could recall making. However there was one that stood out to him, a singular streak that abruptly stops in the middle of Hyogo, Japan. 

“What could she possibly be doing in the middle of Japan” 

“I really don’t know Clark but we need to go now. Wait for me outside, I’ll update the others.” 

All that was going through Bruce’s mind was seeing you again, having a rational, calm conversation where he isn’t so wound up from a failed mission and where you don’t feel so backed into a corner. 

Bruce Wayne isn’t very much a man of expressing feelings, granted, over time he has improved immensely, but he is nowhere near perfect and neither are you. You’re two people, a father and his daughter who are trying their best to be better for each other and for those you love. 

Bruce is a man who at times tends to lack patience, there are not many things he isn’t good at, unfortunately being emotionally vulnerable is one of the things he could use improvement on. 

That’s probably why he let you go that night instead of chasing after you, and it’s probably why he stayed silent while Lois was telling him off when he first told her and Clark that you were missing. 

If he’s learned anything in his time as a father, it’s that he’d do better, and he will continue to be a better father today than he was yesterday. 

Regardless, he knew he needed to get his daughter.

For one hour every day, at one o’ clock, you went and sat under the cherry blossoms, inhaling the comforting floral fumes, feeling the defined rays of sunlight peak through the branches of the tree and onto your soft skin. 

You knew the soft breeze by heart now, the way it felt softly dancing through your hair, the cool sensation of it against your hairline as it kissed away the beads of sweat formed by the day of work in the sun. You had decided last night that today you would go home, as peaceful as it was there you missed your family. You missed your dads and brothers and sisters, you missed the civilians you’d help on patrol. You missed helping people, but more than that you missed your family. You missed baking for them and laughing with them, learning about life and society with them by your side every step of the way. You had decided that today at sundown. you would leave everything in order and organized for the Kitas and bid your farewells, of course you would visit soon, they’re  kind people who took care of you when you needed it. 

You immediately knew something was off when you felt a sudden gust of air, uncharacteristic for the climate in this area. You knew for certain something was off when you heard the familiar swoosh of that cape. 

You turned slowly and sure enough, you saw Bruce, walking towards you in long powerful strides, Clark not far behind him. 

His steps are aggressive, almost sloppy, his strides large and powerful, his walk having more purpose than you’d ever seen it. 

You prepared yourself for the lecture, the mental image of his condescending glare as he breaded you for your lack of self preservation, your recklessness, how this could have compromised your identity, how you're stupid, so so stupid. How you don’t think. How you’re not worth it, a lost cause-

Two strong arms wrapped themselves around you before you knew what was happening. The scent of cologne and the faint smell of metal filling your senses, why isn’t he yelling at me? 

“I was so worried. We all were. Please, don’t do that again, we’ll talk it through next time. I’m sorry.” His voice was gentle, not what you were expecting, his voice was kind, so much so that you felt your eyes glaze over, a wet sensation making its way down your cheek. . You were crying. There was that puddle of warmth pooling in your chest, that sense of security and safety. Clark came up behind you and held you tight, the feeling intensified. 

Ah. Now it made sense. His steps weren't aggressive, they were nervous, emotional.

“You really had us scared there, kiddo. Next time, come to Metropolis, or Smallville, or the tower, anywhere with anyone, but talk to us. We’re always going to be here for you because that’s what family is.” 

Tears fell from your eyes, though you didn't understand why, tears were typically for sadness, but you weren’t sad. These were tears of disbelief, of joy, of love. How funny it is that you never, not once thought you could possibly be cared for like this, that you could ever obtain a proper family like the kinds you learned about. You decided then and there that you would be damned if you ever lost them, if you ever left this. 

“I’m sorry I left, I shouldn’t have. I was going to go back today– the people. The people here have been taking care of me, I was going to help them and say goodbye.” 

Clark shook his head, “You don’t need to apologize, it’s okay, Y/n. Why don’t you go say goodbye, and we can have dinner with Ma and Pa. Sound good?” 

You nodded gingerly, feeling like a small child, you never got a childhood, you didn’t get coddled nor did you get spoken to in a loving manner. You were never reassured nor were you truly shown kindness until the night they saved you from that lab. 

The world is a cold and scary place. You’d seen some of humanity's worst, you were created by them, you were intended to be one of them. You’ve found that within the world there’s kindness, there’s love, there’s peace. 

You pulled away from them and made your way through the field and into the house, smiling at Mr and Mrs Kita sitting at the dinner table playing a game of chess, Mrs. Kita stood and smiled at you, as if she already knew. 

“I want to thank you both sincerely for your hospitality, I can’t thank you enough for the kindness you have shown me,” your voice shook but you continued, “I promise to visit again soon, and anything you need, please let me know and I will give it to you.” 

Mr. Kita laughed and shook his head, “You owe us nothing, if anything we owe you, the fields look better than I’ve ever seen them, you’re always welcome here.” 

Mrs. Kita smacked his arm lightly, and smiled and pulled you in for a hug, “That isn’t the only reason, what he means is we will always welcome you here with open arms, Dear, be safe.” 

You hugged them and retreated back to your dads, joining them on their way back to Kansas, where your loving family was already waiting.

Bonus!

“My goodness! Did you see that scary man in the cape outside? How cold he looked.” Mrs. Kita shuddered as she laid next to her husband. 

“Yes, I did, and my, that bulky fellow in the blue? He could do without the leggings.” 

“I think they do him quite a service… from behind at least.”

“My goodness Yumie, have some class Dear.” He shook his head.

She laughed, “Well, you don’t have it like you used to, old man. I’d like something to look at every so often, why don't you go buy yourself some leggings?” 

He scoffed, “Not happening, Woman. I don’t want to talk about this anymore. They best not keep Y/n from visiting or I’ll fly to the states and get her myself.” 

The room erupted into giggles and laughter, it was peaceful in the small farm in Hyogo that night.

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[miyamoratsumuu]

in love all over again

↳ as you walked down the aisle, the song that described the story of your love played in the background. or your wedding with them as opm (original pinoy music) songs note: lyrics are translated to english, and reader is referred to as the character's "wife" at the second song first song aka the one with iwa may or may not be specifically written for @berrisweet hihi my fav filo iwa enthusiast 🫶🏻

now playing, MUNDO (world) - IV Of Spades hold on tight, so you don't slip away. my love, you are now my home and my world let us forget the world, so we can be together

you were his anchor, and every time he looked you in the eyes was a silent plea for you to never let go. he prayed that you stay with him as nothing else mattered right now. not when he was standing face to face with his whole world right in front of the altar.

ᯓ iwaizumi hajime, miya atsumu, oikawa toru, kageyama tobio, kozume kenma, keigo takami, nanami kento, higuruma hiromi

now playing, LIGAYA (happiness) - mrld isn’t your heart torn about where to go? how about towards me, my love? please don’t worry, I won’t leave you alone. I will be with you, until the end

he made a promise to be the one to ground you when anxiety and worry swallowed you whole. he swore to be your happiness until the end. and now here you were, the both of you with grins as wide as they could be as you were announced husband and wife.

ᯓ bokuto kotaro, hinata shouyo, sugawara koushi, midoriya izuku, kaminari denki

now playing, UNANG SAYAW (first dance) - nobita until the last step of our dance, I know that I will love you forever I'll dance with you slowly, until you realize that I'm the one you need, and the one you want to marry

he told the moon about you, and danced with you right under the moonlit sky. you convinced him that he can find the love of his life. and now that he was your husband, he's sure that he'll be spending the rest of his life loving you.

ᯓ nishinoya yuu, kuroo tetsuro, kirishima eijiro, sero hanta, geto suguru

now playing, KUMPAS (compass) - moira dela torre I hope you can accept who I really am you are the sanctuary that I need even if you don’t know how many times you saved me. you are my destination, and my ending.

you were an unexpected blessing that gently broke down the walls he built to hide himself from the rest of the world. long before today, he dedicated to spend the rest of his life to you, his compass. him slipping the ring on your finger only solidified that dedication.

ᯓ tsukishima kei, sakusa kiyoomi, ushijima wakatoshi, bakugou katsuki, shinsou hitoshi, shoji mezou, gojo satoru

now playing, ARAW-ARAW (everyday) - ben&ben our eyes must have known each other long before they've met. how did you slowly captivate my heart? I will choose you now and everyday. what I feel for you is clear

he finds peace in just looking into your eyes. it's a sensation he can't explain. and no matter how many people he's looked in the eyes his entire life, he would choose your gaze looking back at him any day. and as you begin to share the same last name today, he's more than happy to be part of your every day.

ᯓ akaashi keiji, sawamura daichi, kita shinsuke, yamaguchi tadahi, todoroki shoto, rody soul, gojo satoru

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a/n: this has been rotting in my drafts for a while now but since I was already emptying out my drafts

++ not to be biased but I absolutely love the concept of filipino love songs. especially unang sayaw, I had to hold back on writing a whole fic for it IT'S SO DOMESTIC AND SOFT AND AAAAAAAGH I LOVE IT also I think listening to the songs while reading this is really nice even though it's really short

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Sakusa Kiyoomi x Reader Fic Recs!! (Tumblr/AO3/Wattpad)

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THE BLIND DATING SHOW: Slide to Unlock Love ✨by liillyliilly (oneshot, fluff, comedy)She given the chance to appear on a blind dating show, but the catch here is… she'll be blind dating 10 guys based solely on their phones. Who will she end up with? Who does she eliminate first? Will she regret making an elimination too hastily?

Green or Gold  ✨✨💖by @seokiloquy (oneshot, royalty au, butler! sakusa, princess! reader) A birthday, a ball, a prince and courting. [COMPLETED]

Home ✨✨💖by @amjustagirl (oneshot, hurt to comfort, angst, fluff) Kiyoomi’s concept of home doesn’t include you. Atleast, he thought that it didn't.[COMPLETED]

Envy /Ao3✨by @watevermelon (oneshot, domestic fluff, smut) Childhood friends with Sakusa Kiyoomi, you were sure that your unrequited desires would simply stay that way. From play-dates in his backyard to being the manager to the Itachiyama volleyball team, you were content with watching your friend pursue his dream. [COMPLETED]

The video call accident✨✨ by @reverie-starlight (onehot, humor, fluff, secret relationship)[COMPLETED]

sakusa x reader ✨by @augustinewrites (oneshot, humor, fluff) Sakusa likes you, the physiotherapist of MSBY jackals. or Sakusa Kiyoomi likes to think he’s a decently smart man.[COMPLETED]

I hear you- you can hear your soulmate’s thoughts. by @box-of-roses

➥ Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 |

Soulmate!Sakusa x Reader ✨by @watevermelon (oneshot, soulmate au) You are Karasuno’s manager and, unfortunately for the both of you, very popular among those in your year.[COMPLETED]

Counting Down To You ✨by @kouomi (oneshot, soulmate au)When meeting your soulmate is a matter of life or death, is it possible to beat the clock and find them in time?[COMPLETED]

change of heart by heart condemned Falling in love wasn't part of the plan. Kiyoomi never considered it; didn't deem it important enough to factor into his life. Until, he meets you and undergoes a change of heart he never believed possible. [ONGOING]

Quiet Sort of Love by @watevermelon (oneshot, fluff, angst, mutual pinning) Manager to the Fukurōdani volleyball club, there was no doubt that Itachiyama’s Sakusa Kiyoomi was a strong ace. He brought your team to their knees on multiple occasions, but what you were not expecting was getting to know the nationally acclaimed spiker beyond just the titles and labels.[COMPLETED]

COMPRESSION by @teamatsumu (oneshot, fluff, humor, manager!reader) atsumu is the perfect person to feed your obsession with kiyoomi’s arms.[COMPLETED]

Not So Ridiculous ✨by @mimi-cee-hq (fluff)When Sakusa comes back to visit his parents for a weekend to surprise his beloved mom for her birthday, he freezes, seeing you in his old room. You were an exchange student. He missed the memo. A cute and wholesome one-shot about Sakusa’s first impressions of you.  [COMPLETED] Not So Ridiculous Part-2 ✨by @mimi-cee-hq (fluff) Sakusa has a crush on you, so he helps you navigate Tokyo during Tsukimi, Japan’s harvest moon festival. He gets a little jealous when he learns you’re there to support one of your classmates – so he may have suggested going up the cramp and crowded Skytree elevator with you.[COMPLETED]

Infectious Love✨ by LittleDeer22(fluff, eventual smut) Sakusa is always worried about what germs may be in his world, so on occasion he does the obviously very rational thing of calling the health department to see if there are any outbreaks in his area he should be wary of. What he didn't expect from these calls was to meet a cute Epidemiology graduate student with her own neuroses to tackle.[COMPLETED]

no secrets here by bunnytime (fluff, secret relationship, humor)in which his teammates realize they don't know anything about sakusa kiyoomi.[COMPLETED]

i don't wanna be just friends. ✨by azuriri (fluff, crush, developing relationship, angst)You move to Tokyo and are enrolled at Itachiyama Academy. There you managed to become the manager of the boys volleyball team and develop a crush on their ace, Sakusa Kiyoomi.[COMPLETED]

and they were roommates✨ by sakusas_personal_hole (mutual pinning, smut, roommates)Being roommates with Sakusa Kiyoomi is easy. Nothing happens between you two besides occasional dinner chats, but when Sakusa needs to tell you about a particularly hard practice, his day gets even harder.[COMPLETED]

Public Transit by kaientai (oneshot, humor, enemies? to lovers)There are only ever two types of people on the subway at five in the morning: those gearing up early for what the day has in store and those dragging themselves home in their drunken stupor. You just had to be the latter, didn't you?[COMPLETED]

freedomscapes by panini1995(post timekip, fluff) In which Sakusa Kiyoomi befriends [Reader] in his college days, for better or for worse. In the roar of live games, in the stillness of cheap coffee places in the morning, in the chaos that is college hallways at the sound of the bell--these are the quiet lulls in-between.[COMPLETED]

Fever Dreams by kaientai (oneshot, established relationship)A visit to your sick boyfriend ends up more heated than intended.[COMPLETED]

Drawing Our Moments by EdenxWrites(oneshot, love confession, High school)Sakusa falls in love like a thundering storm; slowly, and then all at once.[COMPLETED]

Behind a Germaphobe's Mask ✨by sakusasbiggestsimp (first relationship, fluff, humor, smut)Sakusa doesn’t know how he is supposed to go about the physical intimacy involved in dating, but he’ll try for you.[COMPLETED]

love again by enchantingoats (friends with benifts, angst and romance)In which Sakusa breaks your heart in high school, and being a Div 1 libero doesn't get any easier when you meet again as adults. [ONGOING]

be careful what you wish for by alicemitch09 (royalty au, labyrinth au, unrequited love)He wished you away. Your first love, Prince Kiyoomi actually wished you away. And now, here you were: forever stuck in this maze-like dungeon, guarded by a hulking beast for all of eternity.[COMPLETED]

Next year, everything would stay the same by secondhand_trash (friends to lovers, fluff, drunken confession)You and Sakusa had been best friends for years and he had always thought things would stay the exact same no matter what year it was. But as the end of yet another year approached, it seemed he was forced to acknowledge that some things had to change.[COMPLETED]

Touch Starved by sofa_and_stuff (oneshot, fluff, angst)Things had been going well with your boyfriend until you kissed him. Now, your dear Kiyoomi was acting strange. Had you gone too far too fast? Why was Sakusa acting so weird?[COMPLETED]

jungle by heartification (oneshot, post war, fluff, mutual pinning, smut, historical au) kiyoomi seeks serenity after coming home from war.[COMPLETED]

Fleeting Glances by @yourstarvic (series, suggestive)He doesn’t know you and you don’t know him. Sakusa is someone who stays in the same place, doesn’t like exploring thing or try new things. But when he starts something, he won’t stop until its completely perfect, pouring his heart and soul into it. When (y/n) loves to explore, she never stays in the same place for too long. She loves to try new things and going to different places. But Sakusa doesn’t like secrets so what happens when she has a big secret?[COMPLETED]