#i just finished reading this atsumu fic

[aiiwa]

have/would you date your sibling/friend’s ex?

[rineros]

SHE WAS TOO GOOD TO ME

summary: he wants to heal

characters: miya atsumu, ex!reader

contains: 1.6k, self reflection post breakup

note: don’t judge ooc atsuwu i haven’t written hq fics in four years and he was the closest person to my ex bestie #fuckthatguy

sometimes, miya atsumu allows himself to wonder what could have happened if he wasn’t such an asshole.

he glances to his right. across the empty side of the bed where the scent of your shampoo was fading, his alarm clock reads 2:56 am. he groans loudly in frustration and drags his hands down his face, stretching out his tired features.

he stares at his ceiling that is illuminated by the glow in the dark stars you and he stuck up there once upon a time. a small smile strikes him when he remembers walking in on you hopping on the bed to get them up there.

he had watched you for a minute before you saw him. he’ll never forget that warm, fuzzy feeling in his chest when you laughed joyously the moment you saw him and jumped from the bed to his arms. he held on to you tightly as he spun you around, relishing in the feeling of being truly loved.

you had kissed him so gently as you smiled when he set you down that he thought of himself as an adorable little puppy.

you excitedly showed him the progress you had made over the past hour, which honestly wasn’t much, but he knew you had probably gotten distracted by your phone.

“i got an idea,” he said, putting his hands on your shoulders. “turn around.”

“you’re one dirty dog, you know that?” you giggled as you followed his movements.

you had yelped as you felt yourself being hoisted up into the air, but he gripped your waist as you held on to his hair for dear life. you steadied yourself and praised him for being such an innovative and creative problem-solver, making his cheeks flush.

from there, he walked to wherever in the room you wanted to place the stars, bed be damned, and by the time you two had finished, the sun had set. he set you down as he had done earlier and the two of you had lain patiently in bed, talking to pass the time as you waited for the darkness to settle.

when the stars started glowing, both of you had squealed childishly, but he thought that all those rare, once-in-a-lifetime comets could never compare to the sparkle in your eyes. cheesy, he knows.

he checks his clock again. it’s a quarter past three.

osamu’s going to be pissed if he calls him.

fuck it.

atsumu grabs his phone from the nightstand and dials the person who will always listen to him. he cringes when he hears osamu’s ringtone across the hallway.

it rings… and rings… and rings. voicemail.

an eerie silence settles in the apartment. you always hated that. the air is still, his pillow is much too flat, and there’s a disturbing feeling bubbling in his throat.

atsumu jumps and drops his phone on his face as his ringtone blares in his ears. he pinches the bridge of his nose, rubbing it to soothe the sharp pain as he accepts the call.

“the hell you want?” the raspy voice of his brother mutters. atsumu feels bad because he knows that osamu’s first class starts at 8:00, but he can’t deal with this anymore tonight.

“i just… i wanted to talk.” his foot starts to shake and bounce as the silence returns.

a second passes, then another.

“come over.”

with that, his restless body rises from bed and walks quickly and nimbly across the hall to osamu’s room with his blanket wrapped around him. he opens the door to a half-asleep osamu and climbs into his queen-sized bed, the perk he received since atsumu got the bigger room. he makes himself comfortable as he lays on his side to face osamu, bringing the blanket up to his chin, basking in the warmth that could never match your own.

“gimme a sec,” osamu says gruffly. his eyes are still closed as he lays on his back. atsumu watches as he takes a few more deep breaths, then slowly cracks his neck to wake himself up. “talk.”

atsumu moves to lay himself on his back after he sees his eyes open slightly. they both stare at osamu’s bare ceiling.

“i never told you this, but when she broke up with me,” he pauses. “she didn’t cry. she looked too exhausted.

“she told me even before we broke up that i stopped putting in as much effort and that she felt like she wasn’t even in a relationship anymore, just the ghost of it.

“she completely tore me to shreds without even raising her voice because that’s who she is. no matter how much you hurt her, she’ll never hurt you. she cares too much. she wasn’t even trying to rip into me, like, she was just explaining the type of person i am and how my actions affected her and everyone’s perception of me.

“she told me that every time i hurt her, it seemed like i didn’t take her seriously and i never took accountability for my actions; i was always trying to weasel my way out of trouble.

“but i just wanted to preserve everyone’s feelings, y’know? i wanted to keep the peace. i never meant to make her feel like that.”

atsumu stops talking for a second as he waits for osamu to say something. it’s all a blur, with bits and pieces flashing in his head, but he could never forget the blank look in your eyes as you pointed out his shortcomings as a person, not just as a boyfriend.

“we judge others based on their actions, but we judge ourselves by our intentions,” osamu says. his voice is still ragged with exhaustion and his eyes have closed yet again. “i heard mom say somethin’ like that to her friend once.

“i believe you when you say you think you didn’t do anything wrong, but that’s only from your perspective. you’re busy; i get that and so does she. there’s volleyball, classes, homework, clubs, work, your friends, and then you added her, but it seems like you had spread yourself too thin already—“

“and that’s exactly one of the points i told her,” atsumu interrupts. “i’m not gonna be able to give her 100% all the time because i already do so much.”

osamu side-eyes him. “will you shut up and let me finish?”

atsumu huffs but lets him continue anyway.

“what i’m trying to get at is that, yeah, you’re busy, but you’re not the only person that’s busy. this isn’t just your world that we’re living in, it’s everyone’s. to her, it must have seemed like all of the effort, time, and love she invested in you was losing its value every time you ignored her or prioritized something stupid when she needed you. it’s not difficult to detach yourself from something that treats you like you don’t matter if you know your worth.

“you also lie. a lot. and i know you think they’re harmless little white lies, but they’ve gotten too out of hand lately that you’ve probably become desensitized to them.

“she’s smart and she knows you. she knew whenever you lied and it destroyed any kind of trust or credibility that you had.

“and that bullshit about wanting to spare everyone’s feelings? you know you don’t care about all that. also, who cares? nobody made you play mediator besides yourself and it’s impossible to not hurt anyone. you’re already hurting people; you’ve done it before and you’re going to keep doing it because that’s what learning is about. making mistakes. and if you haven’t already realized that you’re hurting people more than you would if you’d just tell the damn truth, you’re screwed,” osamu finishes his monologue, leaving atsumu in his thoughts.

was it really that bad for you? was he?

when he was younger, his tongue was as sharp as a shard of glass and he was much more careless with his words. it didn’t matter to him if the true words, in his opinion, hurt those around him. his belief was that there was no improvement without criticism. as he grew up, however, he had to learn to filter himself because nobody would willingly choose to be around someone who solely focused on their flaws.

and somewhere between then and now, he had forgotten the importance of honesty, usually opting to twist and bend the truth to preserve his reputation. it started off with a fib of “too much hw, can’t hang tn :(“ to multiple complicated lies spanning months, in which he would tell others things to make himself seem better. the kinder person, the most reliable, the smartest. just better.

eventually, it became too difficult to manage all of these lies and his stories became mixed up. when he was questioned about it, he would lie even more and even harder.

even now, as osamu told atsumu what he thought of him and his situation with you, there wasn’t much good. though atsumu came to osamu for comfort tonight, he, like you, wasn’t trying to make him feel bad, but it seems that’s the way he is destined to feel about himself when his personality is brought into conversation.

osamu snores next to him and as atsumu snuggles up to his blanket further, he realizes that this is a path he no longer wants to walk down.

he’s going to be better.

[reverie-starlight]

{PR DAY ~ sakusa kiyoomi}

MSBY manager!reader my beloved <3

it’s PR Day for the jackals and you, their manager, have the day off. so why is your boyfriend trying so hard to convince you to go with him?

gn!reader, fluff, an attempt at humor, atsumu slander (as much as it pains me, it comes with the territory of writing a fic like this 😔) suggestive in some parts. not nsfw at all, but explicit language is used and one conversation surrounds that topic, so read at your own risk <3 also, intentional tense-switch in the beginning!!! and just like the first part, it’s not explicitly mentioned, but reader and atsumu have known each other since high school.

part 1 of the mini-series

managing MSBY came with its ups and downs.

on one hand, you wouldn’t have met your boyfriend if it weren’t for this job. and you've never laughed as hard as you have been these past three years with coworkers before meeting the current core line up of the jackals.

but on the other? you had three massive fully grown children under your care. four, technically, if they managed to annoy sakusa enough that he stoops to their level of childishness.

which was unfortunately very often.

…

nearly every week.

…

fine, basically everyday.

and ever since your relationship was revealed to the team nearly a year ago, the “trouble trio” had been behaving exactly like you expected them to. the whole team was slightly insufferable about it, sure, but atsumu, hinata and bokuto really took it too the next level.

so obviously you really valued your days off.

and today was the first day off you’ve had in months. you refused to take off days during the busiest weeks of the season, but today was a PR day.

interviews, promotional videos for the official social media accounts, a livestream or two- all things you were more than happy to leave in the hands of the team’s PR and social media managers.

the birds were singing, the sunlight was streaming through the bedroom window and a cool breeze could be felt against your skin. the day was calm and you were so excited to relax and do all the things you had planned.

but of course, your hopes are just that.

you see your boyfriend standing in the doorway of your bedroom, looking like he wants to say something. your heart lurches into your throat.

“soooo,” he starts, not looking directly at you as he moves to the bed and looks at his laid out clothes. you’re already shaking your head before he can say anything else. he ignores this and proceeds to betray you. “if you wanted to tag along today, you could or whatever.”

he’s shameless. he knows how much you’ve been looking forward to today.

“kiyoomi. love of my life. my darling. what the fuck?”

he lets out a snort and looks down at you semi-pleadingly- a rare sight. “I’ll buy you coffee on the way there.”

oh, he’s bargaining? you smirk. “aww, baby,” you stand up and make your way over to him, dramatically twirling and falling back into him with the back of your hand touching your forehead and the other pressed to your chest. “you just can’t bear to be apart from me, can you?”

the pleading look in his eye fades and he gives you a disgusted look you know he doesn’t mean. his arms stay wrapped around you so you don’t fall. “you wish.”

you shrug and move back to your chair, finishing up your morning routine. “hmm I guess I’ll stay here then.”

you enjoy the silence for a moment before he sighs. “fine, two coffees.”

a loud laugh leaves your mouth when he says that. your boyfriend would never put this performance on for anyone else. it was as close to begging as you’d ever get from sakusa kiyoomi.

you shake your head and sigh. “my love, you know I’ve been looking forward to my day off for so long. why are you so insistent about me going with you?”

suddenly he’s behind your chair and leaning down so his breath tickles your ear. “coffee and lunch and maybe when we get back I could be convinced to try that thing you were talking about…” the words are backed up by a kiss to your jaw and some pointed eye contact through the mirror.

you widen your eyes and search his expression for any trace of a lie.

none.

you cannot believe you’re letting him convince you into this, but the offer is far too good to pass up.

you pretend to mull it over, then meet his eyes in the mirror again. “make sure the trouble trio don’t try to coerce me into working and we have a deal.”

“well of course, I was going to yell at them if they tried anything like that anyway.”

“perfect, then let’s seal it with a kiss.”

“only a kiss, baby, I feel your hands wandering.” he pecks your lips quickly and pulls away before you can deepen it.

you pout. “can you blame me? you’ve got me all excited now.”

he shakes his head fondly and straightens up, moving to put the shirt his stylist had insisted upon for the upcoming interviews. you had to hand it to her- she knew exactly what she was doing.

you watch him with hawk eyes and he just turns his head to look at you in amusement. “stop staring at me and get ready, you perv, we have to leave soon.”

as soon as you step into the building where all the other jackals are, you’re bombarded with confused greetings.

“hey, I thought it was your day off?”

“ayy, manager’s here! good to see ya.”

“what are you doing here? you weren’t scheduled for today, were you?”

you sigh and sip your coffee, letting go of sakusa’s hand as you speak to the coach. “no, I wasn’t. I was kidnapped and brought here by one of your wing spikers.”

he chuckles and glances over at your boyfriend, who is looking up at the ceiling and avoiding eye contact. “I see. well, if anyone tries to get you to work today, just let me know and I’ll help sakusa put them in their places.”

you smile kindly. “thank you, sir, I appreciate it.”

as soon as he walks away, you’re surrounded by the three people you wanted to see least today.

a long sigh leaves your lips as atsumu, hinata and bokuto stare at you in wonder.

“just get it over with,” you grumble.

“how much do ya wanna bet he promised something outrageous?” atsumu.

“what, like an all expenses paid vacation?” hinata.

“no, it’s omi-omi, it wouldn’t make sense for him to take time off in the middle of game season.”

you roll your eyes at their back and forth and glance over at the man in question, who appears to be glowering. you can almost picture the scowl underneath his mask. “you’re all idiots,” he states.

“hey! I haven’t even said anything yet!” bokuto protests.

“yes, but I can practically hear the gears in your brain grinding.”

“I’ll bet it’s a sex thing,” atsumu interrupts just as bokuto is about to defend himself.

you all freeze and stare at him.

your boyfriend, deadly calm, says “miya, I will skin you alive.”

the blonde, who absolutely loves getting a rise out of sakusa, just smirks. “oh, so I’m right then?” he turns to you and slings an arm over your shoulder. “tell me, dear manager, what exactly did he have to agree to in order to get ya to show up on your day off?”

you flick his forehead and shake your head disapprovingly. “none of your business, you freak. just 'cause your dating life isn’t going too well right now doesn’t mean you can pry into mine. download tinder or something if you’re that bored.”

bokuto and hinata snicker at that, but straighten up quickly when he shoots them a glare. suddenly, meian stalks up behind the three of them and clears his throat.

“if you’re all done terrorizing our manager, our social media team is ready for us now. hurry up.” he nods at you with an apologetic smile and drags atsumu away from you. “sakusa, you too. we’ve been waiting for a while now.”

as soon as his teammates walk away and he’s sure they’re not watching him, he slumps a bit and you notice the tips of his ears have gone red. you smile at him in amusement and pat his cheek, the action only slightly awkward due to his mask.

“aw lighten up, kiyoomi, I’m used to dealing with atsumu by now. just ignore him, he wouldn’t dream of bringing that up again if he knows what’s good for him.”

he sighs and drops his shoulders, relief washing over him now that he knows you’re not regretting your decision to come with him. he slips off his mask and presses a quick kiss to your lips. “alright. I love you, just enjoy the show.”

you take his mask and walk with him to the rest of the group so that they can start with the promotional videos.

it’s fun to watch, honestly, because the team’s dynamic does work well for the cameras. they’re not even playing anything up.

you sit through the promo videos they need to film for upcoming games, the silly one-off fluff questions and the fan asks for their instagram page before they’re allowed a break.

sakusa stalks over to you with a small scowl and you smile. “you’re doing great, handsome.”

his expression softens a bit and he offers you a kiss on the forehead. “thank you, darling. care for some lunch?”

you nod and pull him out the door before a certain trio can invite themselves to the impromptu lunch date.

you walk in comfortable silence towards the building’s food court before something pops into your mind. “kiyoomi, you never answered my question from earlier.”

he hums in acknowledgment. “and what might that be?”

“why were you so insistent on me joining you today?”

he doesn’t answer for a moment, but you wait patiently. you know he’s not ignoring you.

finally he sighs and squeezes your hand. “I feel like we haven’t been spending much time together lately outside of work… and I was hoping that by bringing you with me today we’d be able to have at least some time together…” his voice is low, but he’s not shy about it.

you fiddle with the chain around your neck, one he bought for you a while back. "that's very sweet of you, kiyo."

"and..." he hesitates a bit, but you squeeze his hand in return to encourage him. "I feel more relaxed in front of the cameras when you're there."

you melt a little bit. "I'm happy I make you feel that way, kiyoomi. thank you for kidnapping me on my day off, I suppose."

he snorts and you smile. you're about to lean in to pull his mask down for a kiss, but you're interrupted. of course.

"hey, hey, hey! there you guys are! we saw you leaving so figured we'd get lunch with you!"

you honestly don't think you could ever be mad at bokuto, but he is seriously testing your patience right now. not far behind him are atsumu and hinata, one looking smug and the other a bit sheepish. one of them probably brought up your departure to bokuto, either on purpose or accidentally you'd never know.

you sigh and pat sakusa on the back. "yeah, come on. you're all paying for your own, though."

you both ignore the whines of the fully grown children behind you and continue walking hand in hand.

~~~~

BONUS:

"so this question is directed at sakusa..." atsumu reads the question silently and the team watches as he holds back a laugh.

you watch as your boyfriend narrows his eyes at the blonde in front of him and you sigh. things had been going so well up until now.

it’s past lunch break now, and their social media manager had just given them a box full of printed out tweets with fan questions to answer. she snickers to herself as if she knows which question it is and looks pointedly at you from behind the phone she’s recording on.

you blink in confusion, but everything is made clear when atsumu opens his mouth again.

“omi-omi, user @/kiyosdear wants to know if you’re single, or if you’re in need of a dog, because they’re more than willing to bark.”

the social media manager giggles, as does the rest of the team. you feel your eye twitch a bit, but you’re easily able to shove down any possession you feel in the moment.

it’s obviously impossible to ignore so many people vying for his attention all the time, but sometimes it could be a little funny to see how flustered your boyfriend could become from the unwanted attention.

you smile at the small scowl that forms. “no thank you. I’d want nothing less.”

atsumu snorts at his curt answer and hands the box to him. sakusa picks out a question and reads it to himself before blushing furiously and turning his face away from the camera. you watch curiously as meian looks over his shoulder to see what could have garnered that reaction from him and his eyes trail to you amusedly.

the social media manager looks like she’s having a field day, zooming in on sakusa’s red face for a moment. it’s not often something flusters him that badly after all. she’ll milk it for all it’s worth.

the captain pries the paper out of your boyfriend’s hand and reads it out loud.

“@/msby_luvr asks, yo @/sakusakiyoomi, is your team's manager single? totally unrelated, @/msbymanager, are you free on thursday?"”

it’s not exactly a secret to the public that there’s something going on between you two, they just don’t know what that something is.

of course neither of you ever confirm or deny anything, but you imagine being asked outright like that is what caught him off guard.

the camera cuts to you, “offstage” laughing at the question and shaking your head a little in amusement.

or maybe he’s not shy, but rather jealous?

that’s kind of sweet.

regardless, you speak up for him, knowing he wouldn't answer. "I am not single, but thanks for asking."

the camera pans back to the team, just in time to catch the tail end of atsumu clapping your boyfriend on the shoulder.

sakusa gives you a small smile, clearly relieved you took over for him, and goes back to focusing on the interview.

hinata, the poor thing, reads the next question. “oh boy… @/msbymanager asks, sakusa and atsumu rivals to lovers arc when?”

you cackle as both men whip their heads in your direction, betrayal and incredulity on their faces.

raising your hands, you said to them “in my defence, I was still miffed about being dragged here on my day off when I sent it in!”

atsumu loudly refuted the question and the jeers from his teammates, but that was all drowned out by the look your boyfriend sent your way.

you sighed. you were really in for it later.

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I’ll 100% be doing more MSBY manager!reader. and I’ll do more PR scenarios as well, bc as much fun as this was to write, it didn’t have as much as I wanted to include. but I’ll have to do more research. thank you for reading!! and happy birthday sakusa <3

tags: @dira333 (ty for inspiring me to turn it into a mini-series) @emmyrosee (Ik you love Sakusa and you wanted the WIP for this a long time ago)

[lizzy06]

Suna Rintaro x Reader Fic Recs!!(Tumblr/AO3/Wattpad)

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pov: he’s your rival✨✨✨💖💖 by @saintobio (enemies to lovers, street racer au, fluff, humor)when your most hated rival challenges you for another race to redeem his losing streak, but what he doesn’t tell you is that reaching the finish line isn’t his only goal. [COMPLETED] <This is connected this oikawa fic but could be read standalone>

bet on stones✨ by @animatedrapture (oneshot, fluff, humor) teasing sunarin for his short hair.[COMPLETED]

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BEST PART by svnian (fluff, humor, online friends to lovers) in which suna texts a random number thinking is was his sister. ͏͏͏͏͏͏[COMPLETED]⠀ ͏͏͏͏͏͏⠀ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏⠀⠀ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏

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Longing by niakasi(fluff, humor, smut)A childhood friend of the Miya twins, you reunite with them at university, where you meet their friend Suna.[COMPLETED]

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la la lost you by @animatedrapture (oneshot, angst) Breaking up with suna[COMPLETED]

[shintaru]

COMING SOON …

Shintaru’s KINKTOBER fics

I’ve never participated in kinktober fic writing before but I’d like to participate now.

I’ll write for lookism, windbreaker webtoon, blue lock, kuroko’s basketball, haikyuu, jjk, Jinx & one piece. I may add some more fandoms to the list before October arrives

I can’t promise that I’ll complete this list I write slow when it comes to smut because I feel my smut writing skills are bad so if I don’t end up finishing this I’m sorry just making this to challenge myself and have fun

the fanfic list.

Licking Wooin, Joker, Harry Shepperd, Chris D’Char

Spanking Jiho park 

Size difference Chris D’ char 

Biting ace 

Scars joker 

Lingerie Owen Knight

Sharing wooin & joker 

Being Forced To Beg Akashi 

Cum Inflation cho yisu 

Marathon Johan seong 

Mutual Masturbation sanji 

Creampie kagami 

Praise Kink Gojo 

Blood tendou 

Rough Kaiser 

Choking Gun 

Dominance Itoshi sae 

Knife Play toji 

Sex In Public Shidou

Hand Jobs choso 

Hate Fucking Hanamiya

Humiliation sukuna 

Deepthroat Midorima  

Edging goo 

Riding Atsumu

Jealousy aomine Daiki 

Double penetration jaekyung & heesung 

Shower sex Dom kang 

Body whorship Vinny hong 

Food play Murasakibara 

Dirty talk wooin 

Bonus : fear play isaac foster

Rules:

I’d you aren’t ok with some kinks don’t hate you’ll be blocked. Just make sure to read the warnings and only read things you’re comfortable with.

I’ll reblog this everyday in October with the link to each fic

Divider creds: @tsunami-of-tears @xxbimbobunnyxx

[afyrian]

CONGRATULATIONS SM ON 200!! U DESERVE IT AND A LOT MOREEE‼️🤍

but anywayyy, for your 200 event, may I please have 🎤 + 🏐 with atsumu as a fic (long or short) if that's alright? :DD I live for songwriter x reader fics I adore them hihi

TYSM IF YOU DECIDE TO DO THIS!!! AND CONGRATULATIONS AGAINNN 🗣

off kilter love atsumu miya x gn!reader (fluff) m.list | wc: 1k | prompt: songwriter + 'wait really? you're not joking?'

    soft instrumental music plays throughout the café, the harsh wind blowing against the side of the building. patrons of all sorts have made their way into the building, protecting themselves from the summer storm. atsumu sits by himself at a two-person table, staring at the music sheet in front of him.

  headphones rest on his ears as the relating melody replays over and over. he taps the floor absentmindedly with his foot, trying to feel the rhythm of the music. however, the only lyrics he can think of are the ones he's sloppily written on a napkin. they don't follow the rhythm of the song he's writing for, nor the feel of the album it's going on. 

  leaving atsumu to stare down at the napkin in front of him, feeling heat rise to his cheeks. chills run down his arms as he thinks about the very person he's written the lyrics about. and much to his surprise, there you stand, ordering coffee a few yards from him. a ring of fate's bell seemingly working in his favor.

  you have yet to notice him, focused on something on your phone. your hair was blown in the wind, your bag nearly falling off your shoulder. he could envision you like this for forever, off kilter but ultimately still the most beautiful person he's ever seen. probably more beautiful than he's normally seen you, because it's so real. 

  atsumu wants to walk up to you, but by the time he finally gains the courage, you're already ordering. he can practically hear your usual order, 'mocha frappuccino, some vanilla, and a drivel of caramel on top'. he honestly couldn't even remember the last time you asked him to get you something else. 

  now, though, he's positive you're ordering it again, a smile written across your face. just as you're handing off your credit card, your gaze flickering in his direction. as you're handing off the card, you open your mouth in surprise, giving him a short wave with your free hand. 

  very rarely do you see each other outside of work, but when you do, it sends atsumu's heart out of his chest. your professional wear unravels into streetwear and you wear a perfect smile. as you finish your transaction, atsumu quickly shoves the napkin under his wallet. anxiously sweating at the thought of you reading it. 

  "atsumu! hello, i'm so happy i dropped in here during that wind storm..." you look out of the large front windows, the small city trees blowing backwards from the extensive weathering, "because i'll be getting a drink and a conversation, plus i haven’t visited new grounds yet.”

  he nods enthusiastically, trying to figure out ways to talk to you casually, "yeah, i come here pretty much every day after work to think and write some lyrics."

  "well maybe i'll have to visit you some. i've had such writers block lately, and the artist i'm working for is begging for it to be done before the main festival season starts," you purse your lips, pulling out the chair across from him and sitting down without another thought. 

  normally, if it were anyone but you, he'd probably shake his head, annoyed. yet for you, he'd go to the end of the earth to find you a chair. just so you'd even have a thought of sitting across from him. "right, yeah, i'm having trouble too. none of the lyrics are working right, i may have to work on the melody some," atsumu taps his chin with his pencil, giving you a tired smile. 

  “well let’s brainstorm some, the storm isn’t dying down anytime soon and i’m still waiting on my coffee..” you lean forward in your chair, resting your elbows on the table as you look across the way at him. 

  the way you look at him sends his heart rate spiking, emotionally vulnerable to your whims. before he can get a word out, likely to stumble on it anyways, the barista calls out your name. “uh, let me go get that for you, i’ll probably grab us a snack too if you’re going to be here for a bit,” atsumu lets out a shaky breath, figuring he’d save the embarrassment if he offered you a snack. 

  you nod, biting your lip, watching as he picks up his wallet and heads for the pick up area. normally, you wouldn’t snoop on your colleague and friend’s things, but he left behind a little napkin. it was hiding below his wallet, something scribbled onto it with a pen. the café’s name, new grounds, in the top right corner. right below it rests a few sentences. 

  ‘i wanna get stuck in your head, i wanna watch a t.v. show together, and when we're under the weather we can watch it in bed…’ is written in poor cursive. your name is circled beside it, the writing more clear, more thought put into each letter of your name. you find yourself looking up at him, smiling to yourself. sure you’ve thought of him in more than one way, but never did you think he’d feel the same.

  the way he flirts, acting oh-so relaxed, felt so natural in front of you. like he’s done it a million times. except, really it’s just been for you. as he walks over you look down at your feet, wondering what to say to him. “uh- i don’t mean to eavesdrop, of sorts, is that song about me?”

  “oh- uh yeah, but i was just brainstorming, like you don’t have to say anything-”

  “but i like you too, i always have,” you look up at him, trying to hold back the smile that was fighting so badly to come to the surface. 

  it takes a moment for the gears in atsumu’s head to turn all the way. his eyes open wide as he tries to interpret what you’re saying, even if it’s really straightforward, “wait really? you’re not joking?”

  “yeah, yeah i’m not joking,” you reach your hand over the table, grabbing his hand with yours, “i wouldn’t joke about such a thing… especially when said someone knows my favorite pastry to buy…”

a/n: really hope this was good!! i hope you enjoyed it <33 AND TJANK YOU!! I APPRECIATE ALL THE LOVE!!

[causenessus]

hellooo do u have haikyuu fic recs for someone who is new on Tumblr :D especially social media AUs but i feel like ive read everything that i could find including yours or eggyrocks 😭

HELLO LOVE!! there are so many amazing authors omg hold on i'll try and keep it short and sweet <3 but here's a few authors i would recommend!! they all have amazing smaus <3

@nectardaddy has an amazing completed omi smau and an ongoing hinata smau, suna smau, kita smau/fic, and iwa smau!!! (THEY'RE ALL SO GOOD YOU COULD NOT GO WRONG READING ANY OF THEIR WORKS OML AND SHE PUTS SO MUCH THOUGHT AND EFFORT INTO EVERY SINGLE WORK AND THEY WRITE CHARACTERS SO WELL SORRY I WILL ALWAYS SAP FOR DODGER </3)

@zumicho has amazing completed smaus like an akaashi/iwaizumi x reader smau, suna smau, and oikawa smau and a super cool ongoing multiple AND interactive hq smau going on rn!!!

@afyrian has SO many cool and good works going on, they have ongoing smau called scenic soulmates (oikawa) and i would HIGHLY reccomend my bisque beau (osamu) which is a fic with a few tiny smau parts!! and all of their headcanons and other fics, such as cupid's custard (kiyoko) and golden goal for you (bokuto) which are both coming soon <33

@mollyrolls has so many bangers as well!! such as an iwaizumi smau, one for mattsun, and one for semi coming out soon <33

@cr4yolaas has super sweet smaus <3 such as one for kageyama and one for iwaizumi ongoing rn!! IT IS SO GOOD

@guitarstringed-scars is like the love of my life, the ravens eye diner (multiple) is one of my all time favorite works EVER and they also have a fic for atsumu going on right now, they just finished an oikawa smau, and have many other works coming out soon!!! <3

(and you already said @eggyrocks but in case anyone else sees this and is looking for recommendations and HASN'T read something by eggy i could not recommend ANYTHING that they've written enough everything they write is so so good so i had to include them in this post as well sorry for the tag ily eggy <3)

[feelyxstuff]

Fan Fiction Recommendation #3

Hey everyone! 🌟

I’m back with my third recommendation, and this one is all about the amazing IwaOi pairing! ♥ Before Sakusa and Atsumu came along, I was totally head over heels for IwaOi, and they’re still one of my top favorites!

I really hope you enjoy this pick, and have a fantastic day! 😊

(P.S. I’m going through a pretty significant change right now, and I spent the past few days diving into stories and getting lost in reading. Haha!)

Name: Conquering the Great King

Author: SuggestiveScribe

Fandom: Haikyuu!

Summary: Iwaizumi blinked his gaze over to Oikawa, "Last time was supposed to be a one time thing," he said, voice low, lacking some conviction.

Oikawa's lips twitched into a smirk and he brought them hovering just over Iwaizumi's, "One time thing, Two time thing, what's it matter as long as it's not a Relationship thing?"

Rating: Explicit

Warning: No Arquive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Relationship: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru; Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi; Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou; Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu

Characters: Iwaizumi Hajime; Oikawa Tooru; Kageyama Tobio; Sawamura Daichi; Sugawara Koushi; Kuroo Tetsurou; Kozume Kenma; Kindaichi Yuutarou; Azumane Asahi; Nishinoya Yuu; Kunimi Akira; Irihata Nobuteru

Additional Tags: #Alternate Universe #Alcohol #Smoking #Rimming #Orgasm Delay/Denial #Anal Fingering #Riding #Semi-Public Sex #Masturbation #Pining #Fluff and Angst #Friendship #Exes #Porn With Plot #Public Display of Affection #Hand & Finger Kink #Scent Kink #Blow Jobs #Mild Face-Fucking #Sexting #Nudes #Phone Sex #Dirty Talk #Light Bondage #Voyeurism #Begging #Power Bottom #69 (Sex Position) #Improper Use of Outerwear

Language: English

Stats: Completed 2015-05-30

Link for the fan fiction: https://archiveofourown.org/works/3301085/chapters/7209029

Link for the picture: https://ca.pinterest.com/pin/572449802653344782/

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My thoughts: Iwaizumi and Oikawa have become one of my top ships, right after the classics like DaiSuga, KageHina, TsukkiYama, and AsaNoya. Their dynamic is just so captivating! I fell for them after the initial excitement of the first years, and their chemistry really stuck with me. 💕

I recently came across this fanfiction that is an absolute gem. The author writes IwaOi so perfectly, capturing their personalities and interactions flawlessly. The story is set with them as businessmen— Iwa is a dedicated editor, and Oikawa is in finance (from what I remember). They meet for what they think is a ‘one-time thing,’ but the chemistry between them is off the charts! The plot is so well-crafted and teasing that you’ll be hooked from start to finish.

There are also side relationships like DaiSuga and KurooKen (which I adore and totally recommend their side fics too!), along with a bit of AsaNoya and KageHina. It’s exciting to follow these characters through adult life challenges and savor the satisfying ending. Dive in and enjoy the ride! 🌟📚

My tags: iwaoi; haikyuu

[kingyo-konbini]

TAKING WHAT’S NOT YOURS [KITA SHINSUKE X READER]

[SUMMARY] kita’s friend suddenly moves out of town without a word. he doesn’t realize how much she took with her when she left. [PRONOUNS] she/her [GENRE] light angst | song fic [POV] third person [WORD COUNT] 977 [CONTENT] miscommunication/lack thereof | unknowing mutual pining | inspo from song lyrics [A/N] may or may not have stolen this from a thing I wrote for my oc and tweaked it a bit…

(I still have everything you brought / But you never took)

She’d left her book.

It was a strange book, one Kita had never read himself despite finding the title intriguing. “Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World” by Murakami Haruki. She was more than halfway through it, the pale blue bookmark he’d given her sticking out from the pages.

It sat on his desk, next to a near-empty pack of peach-flavored gum. She’d left that, too.

The thought of reading the book for himself crossed his mind, but the moment the thought occurred, a sick, sour feeling bubbled up in his stomach, telling him he couldn’t—he needed to save her spot, so she could pick it up again when they met.

The gum, however, did need to go. He was more of a mint fan himself, and the gum might go stale by the time they reunited. Could gum go stale? Regardless, it would just be better to buy her a new pack, anyway.

His feet wouldn’t move towards his desk, though.

[“You left your book and some gum.”]

The text went through, but was never answered.

The book and the pack of gum remained on his desk, untouched, for almost a month. Then, his grandmother took pity on him and threw the pack away and put the book on his bookshelf.

She didn’t say anything about it, and neither did he.

[“Granny threw the gum away, I’m sorry. I’ll buy you a new pack.”]

The text went through, but was never answered.

[“Are you coming back?”]

The text went through, but was never answered.

[“Are you coming back?”]

He stopped texting her.

(And although I think I’ll miss them / At least there’s proof of my existence)

They weren’t dating. They had never dated. He was her best friend, and in some ways she was his, too. They shared things, and she had developed a bad habit of leaving things at his home.

Kita, on the other hand, always made sure to keep track of his things. There was one time a knit hat went missing, but he quickly discovered that she had absconded with it after being surprised by a cold front. She offered to return it, but he declined. It looked better on her.

There was another time she asked to borrow a pen before classes started, stating that she’d forgotten hers at home. How she could forget her pen dumbfounded him, but he provided her with one of his own, nonetheless. A never used, black ink ballpoint pen; his favorite brand, and one of the last ones he had remaining. He didn’t tell her this, knowing that she would refuse to even borrow it with that knowledge. He didn’t ask for it back after class.

Granny had helped clean out the family’s house after they moved, and she’d mentioned offhandedly once that despite leaving in a hurry, they hadn’t forgotten a single thing.

For some reason, it felt good to think that she still had his hat and his pen, even if she didn’t remember where they’d come from.

(You know where to find me)

Nobody really brought her up once news of her moving made it around the school. Kita didn’t think it was out of sympathy for him, which although thoughtful was unnecessary, but more so because the year was ending and life doesn’t stop for one girl.

His unread texts to her were buried beneath other texts with his family, friends, and teammates. Her book remained on his bookshelf, with the pale blue bookmark saving her place. Eventually the scent of peaches stopped reminding him of her. He bought mint gum and finished the pack.

His number didn’t change, nor did his address.

One time Miya Atsumu asked about her after practice. It wasn’t even a question directed at Kita, but instead towards Ojiro.

“Did we ever find out what happened to-?”

“Her family moved away.” Ojiro answered, glancing at Kita, who didn’t look away from the ball he was wiping off.

“Do we know where?”

“I think I heard someone mention Tokyo once.”

“Did she ever reach out to ya, Kita-san?”

Kita ignored the smack on the arm Ojiro gave the older twin.

“No.”

“But y’all were close, weren’t ya?”

Ojiro hissed at him to shut up. Kita shrugged.

“She knows where I am.”

Miya Atsumu never brought her up after that.

(And I know where to look)

It was unexpected, seeing her on the court.

She sat on the ground, fiddling with a large, fancy camera in her lap. Another girl stood behind her, leaning over her shoulder and watching. The Nekoma team’s captain was standing in front of her, laughing.

She looked the same, from where he stood. He imagined that she would think the same of him.

A low whistle speared the air behind him. “No way. Is that…?” Kita hummed in favor of a response. “What’s she doin’ here?”

He didn’t have an answer to Ojiro’s question.

He looked away.

It didn’t surprise him to find her lurking in the hallways outside the bathroom just before the Inarizaki team was set to start warming up; if he’d spotted her, then she must have spotted him and remembered his little routine prior to the start of a game. It just felt better to begin playing with clean hands.

Her camera wasn’t with her, and there was a hollow, sorrowful expression on her face. She met his eyes for a moment, and then looked back at the ground.

She didn’t say anything.

Kita tried to ignore what felt like a thousand snakes moving around in his stomach upon being so close to her again. He hadn’t ever consciously thought about it until that moment: he’d missed her.

“Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World.”

“I still have your book.”

And she still smelled like peaches.

[lenniereadsalot]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let's spread the self-love 💞

Ooo thanks!

1) https://archiveofourown.org/works/55865695

In Which Atsumu’s Intelligence Turns Kiyoomi On - E - Haikyuu - SakuAtsu - 1,685 words

Anytime Atsumu said something that made him think, he always made sure he knew how smart he was in one way or another. Whether that was just telling him he was smart, holding a genuine conversation with him about whatever the topic was, or just simply pulling him in for a quick kiss that he always pulled away from with an adoring smile.

I wrote this one for @mniqqss! I struggled a little writing it due to the concept and due to it being my first ever published smut fic, but I really like how it turned out! If you like Kiyoomi-adores-Atsumu-but-is-bad-at-feelings-Sakusa and some sexy SakuAtsu time, you should go read! One of these days I’ll write a companion with adoring Atsumu and bottomi.

2) https://archiveofourown.org/works/46009780

Kitchen Confessions - T - 911 - Buddie - 1,369 words

Eddie was expecting Buck to ask questions, but it was still unexpected when the other man looks at him and asks, “Hey what do you remember about getting shot?”

He stands there and thinks for a moment. Should he tell Buck he remembers waking up in the ambulance scared beyond belief when he saw Buck covered in blood?

I watched 6x12, immediately decided they should’ve had a deeper conversation in the kitchen, and stayed up until 2am writing and rewriting it lol. I do adore this fic though! I don’t often enjoy my own writing, but this fic has always been one I enjoy :)

3) https://archiveofourown.org/works/40050939

Accidental Daughter - G - My Hero Academia - platonic KiriBaku - 1,225 words

Katsuki is patrolling late one night when he becomes the victim of a quirk accident.

Or

Katsuki ends up with a daughter and Eijirou is more than willing to help a bro out.

This was a fic I wrote for an exchange in an old discord server! I don’t normally write non-romance stories but the person I was paired with didn’t care for romance, so it definitely expanded my writing style a bit! I also just adore the concept to this day

4) https://archiveofourown.org/works/54750349

Stories - G - Haikyuu - SakuAtsu - 1,029 words

In all honesty he was used to it, he had spent his entire life being compared to his twin by everyone after all. His first ever girlfriend, Suna, Kita, heck even their parents had compared them with some remark or another.

He just never expected Sakusa to do it too.

This fic is a lot less angsty than the summary makes it sound I swear- It’s actually very fluffy! I love writing kid fic so this was a treat to write :)

5) https://archiveofourown.org/works/37831144

My Mom Thinks We’re Dating - G - My Hero Academia - KiriKami - 1,088 words

“My mom thinks we’re dating”

“What?!?”

I wanted to write a fluffy rare pair while I was still heavily into MHA and this was born <3

Unfinished but Honorable mentions:

Jealousy - E - 911 - BuckTommyEddie - 1,299 words so far

Writing this one for @librarianafterdark <3 I’m far from finished but I have absolutely loved writing this so far and am sure I will continue to :D

Raising Megumi - Not rated yet - Jujutsu Kaisen - SatoSugu - 344 words so far

This was an idea I had, but TJ who is tagged above, @a-bi-cat-with-books , and @fabled-lady-twilla have all encouraged it and I am thankful for that <3 I haven’t written much of it yet, but I know I’m gonna have a lot of fun with it!

[askew-d]

Hello...Have you watched Haikyuu movies? It's great....And we got lots of Kuroken moments and "that"one Kagehina moment.... So, as Kagehina shipper, have you ever ship Hinata or Kageyama with other character? For me, I have read Kageyama with Oikawa fic (I enjoy it but not really into that ship, all the time thinking of Iwaoi) and Hinata with Atsumu fic (one of my friend love that ship, wrote a fic and asked me to read them). And as much as they're all good, my otp will always be Kagehina. Like they were made for each other and it has to be them...

Do you also have other ships that you love from MDZS and TGCF? Sorry, if you asked me this, I have at least 8 ships in total from those two series, all of them are non canon (Xuexiao, Xiyao, Zhuiling, Beafleaf, Fengqing, Quanyin, Peihuang, Xuyue)....

Sorry for this random and long ask, hope you don't mind....

hello, anon!! sorry i am late for this, hope you understand. life has been crazy, haha. anyway, let us go: i did watch the haikyuu films and recently in was at the cinema with a friend watching the dumpster battle, let me tell you i was OVERJOYED!!! heavens, i could not control my anxiety. though my friend also likes the anime, she isnt as obsessed as me and didnt even finish the last season when we talked about watching the brand new release, so i had the OUTSTANDING experience of rewatching it with her so we could buy the tickets after!! i lost count of how many times i watched it and how many times i made other friends try it out (at some point, i recommended it to even one of my students during a totally unrelated discourse, hahahaha, hope he shares his opinions once this winter break finishes).

since i watched haikyuu about... five years ago? i must have rewatched some seasons more than ten times. its my comfort show! love every film also. about the ships, kagehina is my endgame, but i definitely love kuroken, iwaoi, bokuaka and sakuatsu (though i consume kagehina content much more). of course every ship is valid, i cannot judge anyone, however, i personally cant see hinata or kageyama with anyone else and do not read stories too focused on other relationships :) i can comprehend why fans see something with oikawa and kageyama, or even oikawa and hinata (considering their interaction in rio), but i do not settle with it in my heart. its just profiles and options, anyway! dont mind, dont mind.

i agree with you. for me, they are soulmates through and through. perfect for each other. one is the promise, the other is the anchor. they might be one of the couples i have seen anywhere that matches each other's vibe the best.

about mxtxt works, my favorite side ships are moshang and beefleaf. i can see the appeals in each one you mentioned, but i just never quite got interested to the point of reading about it, sorry!! some of them maybe its because they did not have a finale extra shot, or at least they were not as spoken/seen together as they were individually. for fengqing, though i like them as a side couple in hualian fanfics, i never quite got engaged in their story together, many times they just annoyed me (god, im scared of saying that and people coming at me, but there you go). but i know they have their values and some interactions i could almost forget my light, petty resentment for their actions and laugh along. beefleaf though? mobei-jun and his creator shang qinghua? heavens, i wanted to see more of them.

so, this is it! do not worry about asking whatever and whenever you want to ask. i love coming here to answer them when i have the time. thank you!! hope you can spot a nice sunset and take a relaxing shower today.

[blucassiopeia]

Almost - 1

"A prelude spin-off for an upcoming fic"

warnings: afab!reader, NSFW 18+ content MDNI, mentions of heavy drinking and getting drunk, drunken fluff, drunk foreplay inc. dry humping, oral fem!receiving, cheating(?), pining, angst, comfort (?), stupidly complicated, surprising and agitating

part 1 - 8.4k words ; part 2 - 6.7k words

A Miya Osamu x reader ft Miya Atsumu one shot, is this one shot?

a/n: y'all can cuss me on this piece LMAO, more clues, read between the lines and you might pick up more clues

Blaring beats, an ocean of alcohol and drunk people, intoxicating smell, annoying big feet of people not being kind on your own, flirty gestures, incessant stranger grindings, travelling hands.

Ugh.

"Drink."

You shouted at your friend's ear and you didn't wait for her to respond. She's busy with someone else, you doubted she heard you. You rolled your eyes as you made your way to the bar counter, dodging people along the way.

You were with five friends when you got here, and now, the only friend you're with is dancing and grinding with someone else, leaving you to yourself. You wanted to go home. Why did you even give this bar hopping a chance? You still have reports to finish. You kinda regret having an apartment so close to the nightlife alleys of Osaka.

"Y/n, it's going to be fun, come on!"

"Don't be a KJ. Let's goooo~"

"Unwind, Y/n. Go out there and flirt!"

And the last one just offered you a laugh because she knows you're giving in all the same.

You pursed your lips as the bar counter comes to view. You ran a hand on your bare face and fixed your topー

ーthen you saw that hair you'll recognize anywhere.

Done with this part? Go to part 2.

You stuttered in your steps, the other alcohol creatures blurring, eyesight focused on his hair and built, the expanse of his back. Your breath quickened and your feet turned to the door's direction, heartbeats louder than the bar's music.

"'Samuuuu~ that 'ya?"

Fucking shit.

Out of the door., Y/n.

"'am with friendsss, 'ya know them~"

Fuck. Fuck!

FASTER!

"Oh! One's there! Y/n~"

I'm gonna kill her later., you thought as you turned around. The last thing you wanted to happen is him getting suspicious about you avoiding him and his fucking Miya ego.

Your lip twitched at your friend who's giggling now, making distance from the man, giving you space in between. You unconsciously cleared your throat before settling down, fiddling your fingers as you waited for somethingーanything. Until your friend groaned at your side.

"Two stiffs!" She laughed and wobbled out of her high chair. One hand combing her hair back, she flashed a lopsided smile, can't even see straight. "Alright, 'am gonna dance~ 'Samuu~ keep her company, 'yea?"

Furrowing your brows, you looked over your shoulder as your eyes followed her, not even waiting for Miya Osamu to respond. You let out a shaky laugh as you faced the counter again, the bartender eyeing you from the other end if you might want him to whip you a drink.

"What are 'ya drinkin'?" Really, Y/n? Is that your first line of conversation after so many years?

"Sum'thin' ta get me drunk?" Of course.

You smiled awkwardly at the bartender as he makes his way to your direction, "Can 'ya give me more of his drink?"

"ThーThat's notー" You didn't miss the fast flicker of the bartender's eyes to Osamu for a moment. "That's not a ladies' drink, miss? And it's a mix just e-exclusive for S-sir Osamu?"

You raised a brow at that stuttering from the bartender. "So you're a regular here? And why can't I drink tha' mix? I'm a grown up now. We're both 19."

Osamu scoffed, taking a sip of his drink. Your eyes reveled at the drinking side-profile of this disgustingly attractive man, his adam's apple bobbing as he gulped down his sip. You saw how his tongue peeked through his lips to lick the smeared mix, you sucked a breath and closed your eyes momentarily as you saw him in Osamu.

"Give 'er 2 of this, Rami. She's a grown up, she says."

"Thought 'ya were stayin' in Miyagi?"

You started a futile topic as you waited for your drink. But futile? Your brows shot up when he side-eyed you while tipping his shot glass to his lips, you nearly smirked. He's still the same old Osamu 2 years ago. Everything about her invites him in.

"Will be stayin' here in Osaka ferーdon'noーtwo weeks? Three?" His fingers ran up and down his shot glass as he stared at it. "Might go see 'Tsumu an' stay with 'im within that period."

You hummed as the bartender, Rami, slid a shot glass of Osamu's mix. "So how was Miyagi?"

"S'okay."

The shot glass was cold to your touch as your fingers ran round the brim. Your eyes were fixed on the red mix inside it, ripples to the edges, as the questionーor more like a rhetoric question or maybe a declarationーsat at the edge of your tongue. And you smiled, chuckled.

"Yer still in love with her."

And without missing a heartbeat, an "I do.", came out from Osamu's lips, and that sealed it.

But how did it came to this?

You can feel his big, calloused hand in yours. It feels light, so as your steps, feels like your skipping on cotton ground and his hand in yours keeps you stable. But no. He suddenly twirled you by his side and your already swirling world spinned a bit more your weight crashed to his still solid posture, a hand on his chest. And Osamu chuckled, and you broke a laugh with him. And both of you will never know how ridiculous the stares you were both getting from passerbys.

His breath whiffs through your face, his forehead leant against yours. In your drunk state, you smiled at how close his face were, his gray locks flickering to blond time again and you were mesmerized.

"I'm hungry." His voice so deep it reached your core and you tapped his shoulder, receiving his message.

The next thing your mind registered was him holding your waist against him, your arms around his neck as you both swayed to a slow music on what seem to you as an aisle of a convenience storeーor is it a pharmacy?

"Yer a hopeless romantic." You heard yourself slurred against his hold, your fingers unconsciously tugged on his golden locks as he kissed the side of your head. "Can't know why she still hasn't fallen fer 'ya."

"'am an asshole tha' don' deserved ta be loved."

And you chuckled snuggling to his shoulder for comfort through your swirling surroundings.

Then your consciousness teleported you to your apartment, with someone kissing you and groaning, licking your tongue, his smell so addicting even over the alcohol and he stopped all at once at the sight of your eyes, pulling back.

"Ya smell like alcohol." He slurred, scoffed as he slumped hard at your genkan and untied the straps of your sandals. "Yer heart's gon' burst, hm, Aki-nii-san will kill me."

And you whimpered as he kissed the part of your thigh where your short shorts end. You felt his head buried against both your thighs, hugging it while sniffing. It took a while for you to realize he was crying, it shattered your heart a little so you card hisーwhy is his hair shifting from blond to grayーfuck, alcohol.

"'Am sorry. Shouldn't have left ya that day. Should'a calmed down. Should'a waited fer ya to say sum'thin'. 'Am s' sorry. Please c'me back ta me. Please don' choose 'im. Please. Please choose me 'gain. 'Am beggin' ya."

He suddenly sprang from his feet after ranting those words and crashed his lips against yours vigorously and carried you to God knows where. Your head is spinning and you can't understand what's he sayingーfuck, you could feel his hard-on grazing against your cunt over your shorts at his every step, it made you feral.

You feel him grinding back, pushing you to the fluffy surface on your back. You realized you're already in your bed, clothes off with just your underwear left, hooded eyes clouded with lust pinned on you. He's also naked with just his boxers and you moaned as his pace went faster, your jaw slacked at the pleasure he's giving your body.

"Fuck~ s' good~"

He dipped to your neck and sucked your skin, throaty groans from him tickled your ear straight down between your thighs, gushing juices leaking.

"S' wet fer me. Shall eat ya now, huh?"

You felt your mind slurred and it's trying to focus but the alcohol in your system drags it all over the place, drowned at the pleasure he's giving you, then you felt it. A wet muscle in your slit, licking your clit and sucking that made you moan and hands flying to his hair, tugging it closer. You felt that wet muscle licking your entrance and you gasped as he licked inside and up to your clit again, arching your back at the pleasure. And you don't know but everything just focused on him in a snap, him getting rid of his boxers and taking out his wide girth, your eyes raked from his abs to his face, to his eyes and your eyes widen.

And something snapped in Osamu too as he stared at your wide eyes, the trance of that lethal mix quickly evaporating from his body momentarily. His eyes travelled down to your heaving chest, erect nipples, his hand on your abdomen, pressing, and to your leaking cunt and his own hard meat rod.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

His panicked gray eyes flew back to yours, "I'm sorry."

He quickly scrambled away from you, searching for your underwear to wear it back on you, picking his boxers to wear it back too. "I'm so sorry, Y/n."

He was quick to change back to his clothes, faster than your mind processing what was happening. When you came to be, all dressed again, he was already gone out of your apartment.

Fuck. What was that?

And Osamu thought about that question too as he made way to the nearby bus stop, padding on his pockets for his phone. His hand was shaking as he dialed through the screen and held it out on his ear, gulping and breath all ragged.

"Where are ya 'Samu? Rami said 'ya already wen' out hours ago all wasted!"

"'Tsumu. Can I sleep beside ya?"

"Haaah?! Waz gott'n inta ya? Drunk bad?"

"Ask him where he is."

But Osamu's emotions went flooding already, long cherished memories reeling back to his mind it made him sob so hard, making him sick and wanted to vomit. He did, and Atsumu heard it.

"Can you go around one more time, Kiyoomi?"

The seriousness of Atsumu's voice over the line, devoid of his usual accent, made Osamu sob hard again, muttering apologies Atsumu can't understand what it is for.

"So, what happened to you?"

With a groggy mind, Osamu blinked the drowsiness away and scanned his surroundings.

It's already morningーor afternoon? And not on his apartment.

He groaned as he heard multiple dings from his phone, resonating with the throbbing in his head. He padded about the mattress to find his phone, but instead he felt a hand on his left. He peeked on the floor and saw Atsumu, lying on a futon staring back at him.

"Can I sleep beside ya?"

Damn, he forgot they just have single beds here at their dorm. How drunk was he.

"'Samu?"

"Yer practice?"

Osamu heard ruffles of the futon as Atsumu sat up, face all irritated. "Yer more important! Ya just got back from Argentina yesterday 'n went straight drinking. What. Happened?"

"Nothing." At last, he got hold of his phone just beside his hip and unlocked it, seeing the topic of the GC. "Nothing happened."

Atsumu just stared at his exhausted twin and sighed. "MSBY's operations and events are transferred to Sendai. Just fer a year or two. Talked ta the management. They can't afford ta lose sum'one like 'im."

Osamu just nodded, mind all clouded with the picture he saw in the GC. "Does he know?"

"Not yet. He'll be happy nun'theless."

"'Tsumu, can ya not look at me with those eyes?"

"Waz jus' worried is all."

"'Am fine."

He's fine. He has to.

Osamu can feel drool seeping from a fabric across his chest. A sleeping feral creature was finally calm as they both napped in the couch. This feral creature wailed and wailed a while ago as her brother was taking a bath with her dad and she just calmed down as Osamu cradled her to his chest, humming her to sleep.

"She really likes you, 'Samu."

Osamu scoffed, his eyes not leaving little Hinata, rubbing his thumb against the fabric of her clothing. "No. She fell asleep because I hummed to her her dada's song."

Ran hummed as she propped her elbow at the back of her couch, gracing her eyes with the sight of her little girl with her bestfriend. Footsteps and grumbling and baby noises came near and her husband kissed her cheek out of nowhere, Takeshi flapping his knuckles on Ran's arm.

"'Samu, first day of classes today right? Take care of Ran and Hinata as usual, okay? Might pick you three up on the way home."

And as if on cue, Hinata squirmed and whined against Osamu's bare chest, waking up to her dad's voice. Osamu was already smiling, peeking on her as she blinked hard, maybe calibrating where she is and when she didn't see her father, she cried. Osamu quickly sat up, supporting her and facing her to her dad who was passing little Takeshi to Ran to hold Hinata.

Osamu passed her to him, placing the cloth she drooled over to his shoulder, and he yawned, poking to Takeshi's cheek who was watching him yawn, chocolate eyes staring. "No ladies for Dada, 'Keshi, okay? Or Mama's gonna sell you for not doing your work."

And Takeshi gripped Ran's collar and hid his face to her neck to which Osamu and her husband chuckled at the sight. Ran immediately cooed while glaring daggers at Osamu, of whom raised his hands on surrender as he walked to his room.

"Take care of 'Keshi."

"Take care of Ran, 'Samu."

Always.

"WHY DID YOU LEAVE HER!?"

"SHE DIED BECAUSE OF YOU!"

"SHE WASー"

He was saved by Ran's knocks, cold water gliding his back, a hand anchoring him to the tiled wall. He was breathing heavy as a memory came to him, he gulped hard. He never had this memory for a while. Maybeー

"'Samu, we're gonna be late." Osamu then went under the shower one last time. "And please, get a girlfriend already so you wont bother 'bating." And her high pitched laugh irritated the hell out of him. He picked his body wash and threw it against the bathroom door, which just intensified Ran's laugh, echoed by cute giggles from Hinata. Osamu groaned. He's gonna go crazy.

Hinata can't stop flapping her arms as she was strapped in Osamu's chest and facing front. Strangers stops and waves hi to the cute little golden pumpkin and be mesmerized by Osamu's shy smile as they head for the culinary class in this certain building in Osaka. Good thing they got permission for bringing babies, and good thing Hinata's a cool baby, as long as she can smell her dada's scentーthat's now became Osamu's perfume, too, and begrudgingly wearing one of his shirts that's a little off for himーand be entertained by her pacifier and new surroundings and strangers.

And Ran can't help grinning at the sight and murmured at his earshot, "You're really good with babies, you wanna go marry and have your own kids?"

Osamu didn't like that idea so he glared at Ran who chuckled and apologized immediately, attempted on relieving him of the baby bag but Osamu held on it tighter and flicked her forehead.

"Behave, or I'll snitch you on Aki-nii-san and Kei, or worse onー"

But Osamu chuckled as he saw Ran glaring back at him so he ruffled her golden hair and held her hand, dragging her to wherever the class will be held.

And you sucked your breath as you saw him again after a year and a half, through the glass partition, with a baby and a golden-haired lady following him. Ran.

Don't enter this room, please don't.

Time was slow but as if mocking you, they really did, with the baby squealing and flapping her arms at the new environment she's in, golden eyes scanning. Your eyes darted to Osamu's steel cold eyes that's already staring back at you, a look of recognition flashed across his face.

And someone hummed, your eyes darted to Ran peeking on you through Osamu's side and she's smiling at you, eyes flickering to you and him. Your breath was heavy as your eyes travelled back to the baby girl with golden baby hairs, and back to Osamu's eyes. How many seconds was frozen? Fuck.

"You know her, 'Samu?"

"No." And it was your turn to be frozen, breathing stopped, everything. "I don't."

"Uhuh?"

You suddenly felt a hand holding yours out for a handshake and you saw Ran beaming at you. "Hi, I'm Ran. This is Osamu, and my baby, Hinata."

You shook her cold hands while still staring at Osamu who has his brows now furrowed, jaw set. You introduced yourself to Ran awkwardly anyway. How could you not? She's warm and obviously oblivious of the tension. You might as well save her the trouble.

This was the first day of the cooking class you enrolled to to curb out the stress you have from studying Law. And here is another stress of its own destructive caliber. It was hard enough to move on from that night, but here he is again, reminding you again of his existence. And is that his baby? She looks a lot like her mom then.

Your hands were colder than the industrial kitchen top as the lecture went on but was warming as you unconsciously played with the baby sitting atop between you and Ran, Osamu on the other side. But the lecture passed by and you noticed the baby staring at you wide eyed, tears welling up, well it actually had fallen already to her chubby cheeks, and her lips quivering, and aww, not making a sound. It broke your heart as you wipe her tears away.

Ran noticed it and was about to reach for her baby but Osamu's reflexes kicked in. He nuzzled the baby's face against his neck quick, curbing an impending tantrum session as he softly hum a tune you didn't know. You suddenly felt guilty but Ran reassured you with a smile and urged you to listen back to the lecture.

"Still not time for milk, 'Samu. Diappy's still dry too."

"Her random naps."

Your face ghosted a slight smile at the conversation.

The whole session was all lecture for today, and the instructor promised you all that it will be a cooking session next, it lifted a bit of your mood. Much more when you stepped out of the building and you saw your boyfriend waiting with some of his teammates. You quickly checked your phone for his messages and smiled apologetically to him.

Oh no. I was that nervous that I didn't noticed him messaging me.

"'Tsumu?"

Your face paled, not that you didn't expect this butーYou closed your eyes to calm yourself.

"Ran! 'Nata!" A big man lugged past you towards Ran. "Surprise!"

"Hey! Baka! You left Takeshi!"

But your eyes and attention were focused on Atsumu, coming out of his car and walking towards you. You were gradually calming as he closed the distance, out for a hug and a kiss on your forehead.

"Aw, she's not single 'Samu. Andー"

"ーEXCUSE ME? MR MIYA ATSUMU?"

Atsumu groaned at your forehead and you rubbed his back, chuckling at his reaction. "Yer mom brain's acting up. Told ya last week I got back with her. And you were the firs' ta know. Even told ya before 'Samu!"

"Ya didn't~" You heard him mused as he passed the baby to the big man's arm waiting, with also a baby boy in his other arm.

Atsumu growled at Osamu and you patted his chest and smiled. "S'okay, I already know Ran and yer teammates."

You heard a huff, a familiar huff, "Let's go. It's almost milk time."

The others heeded and shuffled at Osamu's words and you felt rejected by Atsumu's own twin, but it wasn't unprecedented, given what had happened. You wonder if he remembers, but no, it didn't matter. It shouldn't.

A hand got yours and you saw Ran beaming at you. "You're staying at Atsumu's? Gonna catch up soonest, okay?" And it's comforting.

"No. You're gon' let her join yer cult! No way!" But Ran just smiled at Atsumu, menacingly at that, that made him shut up and whimpered down his throat, you nearly laughed.

"Plushie! Let's go!"

Ran waved her bye to you but rolled her eyes to Atsumu and Kiyoomi peeking from Atsumu's car's back seat. She skipped her steps to their own car, taking the baby boy in her arms.

"Don't let her join your cult, you'll just teach her how to curse us and make us suffer."

"Excuse me, plushie, but it's not a cult!"

And never once did Osamu bat an eye on you through that whole encounter.

"So Osamu already has kids?"

Kiyoomi was the first to react, snorting while scrolling through his phone. Atsumu was patient though, shaking his head while his eyes are on the road. "They're her husband's, 'f'cors."

"But Osamu?" Husband? She's already married? 18? 19?

Atsumu hummed. "When he married Ran, he also kinda married Osamu in some sense." He snickered, and his little reactions tugging your heartstrings through the gut-wrenching topic. "Marry one, take one."

Your gut twisted more at what he said and how he said it. "B-but, Osamu loves her, right? Does her husband know? Does she know?"

Atsumu glanced at you, the sunset haze flashing through the windows and his blonde locks, and smiled sadly. "Yes, he knows but she doesn't. But that matter is between Ran and Osamu so he can't interfere. And bokkun knows Osamu respects him and his marriage with Ran so there's nothin' to worry about, fer now."

"A hell of a complicated relationship, right?" You heard Kiyoomi commented as you settled the topic, eyes straight through the dash, to the bustling streets of Osaka.

A hell of a complicated relationship huh?

You hummed as you felt a soft, wet touch on your forehead. Your eyes fluttered open and instantly smiled to his beaming self.

"Leavin' already?" When the sleep finally unlatched from you, you sprang up from the bed, blanket sliding down your body revealing your bare chest, and your head hitting Atsumu in his jaws gaining an Ow. "Yer bento!"

"NoーOwーNo rushing." You bit your lip as you heard Atsumu whine while getting off bed and getting a shirt from his stack of clothes and him sitting at the edge of your shared bed. "Can ya bring me my bento later then?"

You stared lovingly at him as you slid onto his shirt. "Okay." He hummed at your approval and leaned you into him and kissed your forehead, also leaving a lingering kiss on your lips to which made your eyes sparkle. "I love you, 'Tsumu. Take care okay?"

"I love you too, so much, butー" You cocked a brow on him as he flashed a playful smile at you while hugging your waist, thumbs making miniscule strokes. "ーwhat will ya do if I get on an accident? Or die?"

And your loving moment was brushed back to the edge of the room as your mood soured at his question. His smile faltered as he observed your facial reaction. But that was just the tip of the iceberg of how he thought his question affected you.

"Not a good question to start our morning, Atsumu."

"I'm sorry." He whispered it under his breath after a moment of silence and this, this bothered you more than the memories currently reeling in your mind. You kissed his forehead longer than usual.

"Told 'ya 'm not leavin' you again, right?" He nodded against your tummy, eyes on you searching for something it made you run your fingers to his newly dyed hair. "'Am goin' where ya goin'. So if ya don' want me ta die then don't die. Simple."

It's now his turn to sour his reaction, "Yep, not a good topic to start our morning. 'Am sorry." You chuckled as the huffing and pouting 6 foot big baby stood and started walking to the front door with you shadowing him. "'Am gonna see ya later, 'kay?"

But his showering kisses were overbeared by the memories you had prior, and it has been an hour when Atsumu walked out from your shared apartment to his practice. These memories shouldn't wash you away from consciousness but it shook the depths of your soul it made you sob so hard.

You're living in the present, Y/n. Get your shit together.

As you were finishing up Atsumu's bento, your doorbell rang and you wondered who was it as you walked to your door. You opened it up and froze when you saw a smiling Ran, the cutie baby boy from yesterday and.. the stone-cold twin of your boyfriend. Well, stone-cold only to you.

You quickly got back from the trance when you realized you're wearing nothing but Atsumu's shirt. "Come in, make yourself at home!" You called out as you sprinted up to your bedroom to dress appropriately.

"She was crying."

"Huh?"

"Samuuu, how can you not notice it?"

"Didn't care."

"HEY! She's 'Tsumu's girlfriend!"

Silence.

"Ooohh, are you jealous?"

He would never.

You smiled as you fixed the same Atsumu's shirt you wore prior, just now with your undergarments and a short. You walked leisurely to where they are, still standing by the living room, Ran's face all teasing and Osamu's all irritated, and the baby all observant he spotted you first and made grabby hands that caught both their attention.

Ran was all smiles when she relayed the details of her planned gathering, to welcome you to the circle. It's this evening, and they'll be the one cooking. And now, she's gonna drag you to the grocery store to prepare.

"But first, we're gonna drop these bentos okay?"

And you smiled at her and nodded while she's at the passenger seat, the silent Osamu driving to the gym where the MSBY Black Jackals are having their practices. The drive seemed fast for you because you were entertained by little Takeshi beside you, slapping your arm and blabbering baby noises and you cooed in turn, poking his cute chubby cheeks. You were lost momentarily in your thoughts of Atsumu carrying your own little boy, you smiled absentmindedly at the sight of little Takeshi.

And you will never know how Osamu raised his brows while glancing at you and Takeshi in the rear view mirror. He didn't like the look in your face, it made him floored the gas pedal, passing slow cars in a flash. He just realized he did when Ran pinched his thigh and glared at him silently. He shouldn't be distracted like this, but you're making it hard for him.

The dropping of bentos went so fast, it was all Ran talking, you barely talked with Atsumu because he was busy arguing with her about the impromptu gathering later. Her husband waved hi to you across the court, loud voice echoing it made his twins squirm, searching for the source. Little Hinata was in Coach Foster's lap and behaving, but when Ran came to her and kissed her, she cried and Ran mumbled her something that calmed her down instantly.

"'Samu, don't tire her."

You heard those words as you were dragged out of the sports center, Osamu following you both with little Takeshi.

Grocery shopping was a blur as Ran and Osamu's domestic rush was in full display in your eyes, and you can't deny the envy you feelーbut for what and why, you didn't know. But one thing you're sure about. They feel like a family of their own.

Their domesticity was prolonged as they started preparing for the gathering back at your apartment, you cleaning while little Takeshi was sleeping on his portable cot in the living room. You glance at them from time to time as they move flawlessly throughout your kitchen.

"So, how do you met Atsumu?"

You propped your broom in your underarms as you wiped furnitures after furnitures, you almost missed how Osamu flinched while mincing something in the counter. Almost. And you chose to ignore it.

"I was his ex back in highschool."

She turned to Osamu and sneered, all while chopping what seems to be carrots, "Highschool huh.."

There might be under-the-counter battle because Osamu's face went contorted and scrunched, while Ran was seething. "Stop it. Okay. God. Okay, I know her all along."

"Why did you lie then, huh?" You forcefully drag your attention back to cleaning as they continue to bicker in the kitchen. Ran gasped, "Waitt, is sheー"

"No. Shut up. It's not." And Ran giggled, you didn't dare take a glance at them though they're still mumbling inaudibly.

"Soー" Ran started again after a while of inaudible arguing with Osamu. "ーwhy did you two broke up?"

"It's not appropriate ta ask that, Ran." Osamu scolded, his back turned to face the gas stove, Ran was rushing in his back anyway, preparing more ingredients for their dishes.

Ran paused and pouted. "I'm sorry. But how did you get together again?" She smiled while resuming to her task at hand. "I didn't know Atsumu can be so disgustingly romantic to take his ex back and start over."

"Yeah, like what he did ta ya huh?" Ran elbowed Osamu's back that made him chuckle because maybe it has no effect on how muscular Osamu's back isーthe memories from the night came reeling in you blinked hard and fast as you busied yourself finishing up cleaning.

"Y/n?" You flinched as you heard Ran's worried calls. "Are you okay? Called you thrice." Your eyes travelled to Osamu that has his eyes on you as he was deboning the chicken. His expression was neutral and you breathed and flickered a smile to Ran.

"I'm sorry. Umーweー" You were cutted off when Osamu huffed.

"Ya don't need to answer everything she asks. And youー" Osamu ran his greasy hands from the chicken down to Ran's face that made her whine and squirm as he held her cheeks with his fingers, giving her lips a more protruded pout. "ーStop asking personal questions. Yer overwhelming her."

You thought of clenching your fist. The tension you have with Osamu is the one overwhelming you, not Ran's questions, not her. Him. Can't he feel that?

You suddenly yearn for Atsumu's presence as you pursed your lips.

And it was not after 6 hours that your wish came true as Atsumu came with his teammates. He first went to you, kissing you by the lips that made the others chuckle and gag before even greeting you, but that made you smile.

"They didn't harass you?"

You hear mumbling sounds from the kitchen and you chuckled upon hearing them. "No. They didn't. They're cool."

"I doubt Ran didn't." And he glared at Ran across the living room to the kitchen where she and Osamu are still plating the dishes. "Just tell her off to her brothers and the problem will be solved."

"HEY!"

"Plushie, still not tired?"

"This is the last."

And you saw it, face to face. Ran and her husband kissed in front of Osamu, and Osamu'sーwellーnot fazed that he caught you staring and cocked a brow at the wake of the kiss.

"You should've brought Ayaka, Sakusa."

"She's busy, Wan-san."

"I feel so single now."

"Shut up, Driah."

"Ouji!"

"Ah! Wan-san! Don't jump scare him!"

"I'm sorry." Atsumu kissed your shoulders as you scanned your living room full of athletes, him hugging you from the back. "They're really this noisy."

"You're the noisiest." Kiyoomi, who was the nearest, commented.

It took them a while to settle them down, some of them busy with the twins in the cot, some just talking in the kitchen, sneaking out crumbs from the foods out of Ran's sight, or Osamu just leaning back on the single sofa, arms crossed against his chest and with eyes closed. He might be exhausted.

And Atsumu pressed against you while talking with Oliver about the practice that afternoon. He was intertwining your fingers with his as he was indulged with the conversation and you can't help but play with his fingers.

"Are you okay?" That was Kiyoomi, maybe sensing you're out-of-place. Ran's advances to talk to you kept getting punched out by her husband, or Osamu, or the twins whining.

"Yeah."

"Do you know that I know you, even before last week?"

That perked your attention. "Tell me more? How do you know me?"

Kiyoomi chuckled, amused at your enthusiasm. "Well, for some reason, we only knew about you when you broke up with Atsumu last 2 years. He wiped his snot and drool all over the Boys' GC. It was disgusting."

You heard Atsumu gasped at your side amidst his conversation with Oliver. "Did not!" So, he was listening. You narrowed your eyes on him to which he grinned and kissed your cheek.

"It's just the boys that know you, except him." Kiyoomi gestured to Ran's husband that's animatedly telling certain stuffs to Ran who was devotedly listening to him and smiling.

Atsumu leaned to you to whisper, "Because he's an asshole." and nodded, clearly pleased at what he said but when he saw you raised a brow, he immediately pouted and hugged your waist.

"Kita-san?"

"KITA-SAN!? KITA-SAAAAN!"

"Shut upーNot you Kita-san! I was talking to Ran!ーHai! I'm coming."

Osamu stood up and went out of the apartment almost immediately after he talked with presumably, Kita Shinsuke. You felt excitement rushing through your body, but with blots of shame at what happened two years ago. Atsumu might've noticed it because he gripped your hand tighter and brought it to his lips, mouthing an "I am here." before kissing it.

"I love you."

He smiled as the door opened, "I love you too." You brushed his hand before standing up, faced Shinsuke who was with Rin.

"What's with the tension, plushie?"

"I don't know, plushie. Let's ask them the tea later."

"What? Ya not gonna greet me after two years, Y/n?"

You felt your tears welling up as you rushed to Shinsuke and hugged him, he hugged you back just as tight, patting your back.

"'Am sorry, Kita-san."

Those words hold deeper than what it was meant.

"Fer what?" And Atsumu's voice was at your back in an instant, as always. You faced him, smiling, all while ignoring Osamu getting the stuffs Shinsuke and Rin brought.

"Kita-san made me promise not to sacrifice ya fer anything."

And as if on auto, Atsumu's lips quivered at Shinsuke who was already shaking his head and entering the apartment, straight to Ran to hug her tight.

"Yer not gon' do that again, are ya?" It was a whisper, out from the prying ears of all the people in your apartment.

"Nah. Not gon' leave ya."

Atsumu smiled at kissed your forehead before returning back to the crowd. At that split moment you gazed at the entirety of the crowd, a pair of eyes stood out. He was out there with his bestfriend showing her babies to Shinsuke and Rin. And he's staring back at you, like he did hear what you and Atsumu talked about.

And you realized it was a swear, not for Atsumu. But for yourself.

The dinner with the team, Shinsuke and Rin went by. Rin is still awkward with you, though, while he's talkative with Ran and her twins. Well, that's to be expected. You really did a number on Atsumu anyway.

Your soul shot up when a hand grabbed your shoulder and a "Hey" sounded out of nowhere. Ran giggled noticing you got shocked. "Can I use your room? I have to breastfeed."

"Sure!"

"Thank you! You can come in anytime, okay?" You nodded, beamed at her and tickled little Takeshi's cheek.

"Ran's gonna breastfeed. Be back."

"You're not part of that breastfeed session, may I remind you."

"Fuck you." The big man laughed. "No one's gonna hold this other pooper."

Then, the married couple went up to your bedroom while you went back beside Kiyoomi and listened to the discussion at hand.

"ーimagine him being a father already." That was Adriah.

So their discussion was about Ran's husband, huh.

"It fits him."

"When would you marry Ayaka, Sakusa?"

All of them laughed when Kiyoomi choke on his beer and coughed all over. Kiyoomi groaned at Shion who asked that question.

"She would probably laugh me off."

Meian snickered and faced Atsumu who was laughing at Kiyoomi. "You? When?"

Atsumu then turned to you, the same time as Osamu stood up and walked upstairs, maybe to your room where the married couple is. "When she's ready."

You smiled but all you could hear were Osamu's heavy steps in the stairs amidst the teasing of the team and Shinsuke. Rintarou however is staring back at you, narrowed green eyes piercing to your skull. He was nodding after a while and stood up, whispered something to Shinsuke who also stood up, then to Atsumu.

"You're leaving already?"

"Still have to go back to Nagano at dawn or I'm gonna hear it from Motoya. Kita-san also has some work early tomorrow."

Atsumu pouted as you stood up and hugged Shinsuke who petted your hair, "Please, Y/n. Don't do it again hm? If there's a chance of you doing it again, just leave now while it's still early."

"Kita-san?" There was worry all over Atsumu's tone, and as he gazed at you but you just smiled at both of them.

Rin scoffed, "Kita-san, we have to say goodbye to the three upstairs."

And Osamu didn't like it when both of you were left in the bedroom after Shinsuke and the others as well said their goodbyes. Both Ran and her husband be all polite and see them off, leaving you both so awkward with the drowsy twins. He was laying next to Hinata who was cuddling close to him, you ghosting his back and awkwardly standingーor not.

"Stop what you're doing, Osamu." He hated it when you open that damn pretty mouth of yours. He nearly rolled his eyes.

"I can't. I have to pet her for her to sleep. Hinataー"

"You know that's not what I meant." He exhaled, freezing his hands on Hinata's cheek.

"Why? What else was I doing, Y/n?"

"Reminding me you existed."

Osamu scoffed at it; of course you'll be reminded, he practically has the same face as Atsumu's. But other than that, he never had those intentions. He should never have those intentions. You were Atsumu's and will always be. Besides, he knows he's inlove with Ran. For him, you're just something that should stay in his past.

"Not doing anything like that."

Liar. Your tears welled up as it came flooding into you.

"Atsumu. We have to clean up, come on."

"Butー"

"I don't want to leave your apartment all messy. Let's clean up."

Osamu stood up when he heard that but you had to confront him now or never, so you held him back.

"You wasted an afternoon practice just to crash my first date with Atsumu." You pointed out while he scoffed again, incredulous. "You were the first to comfort me when we had our first fight."

Osamu's face can't be painted when he turned to you, "Of course, I can't have you leaving Atsumu over petty things."

"Because of something you suggested. Remember? Getting me as a manager?" Osamu stared you with pursed lips. "You can't deny now? Remember you implied that you love me, Osamu? Remember that you said you can treat me better?"

Osamu charged at you, a couple inches away you can feel his rage it made you want to stand down. "That was before I met Ran." He hissed under his breath, not wanting to make it any more louder. "That was before you and Atsumu."

You can feel tears falling down your cheeks, you really have no idea why. You just wanted to confront him but he was making all these excuses. For what? To hurt you? To get back the pain you caused Atsumu?

"What was that night, then?"

"What? I can't even remember a thing, I was too wastedー"

Ran's husband suddenly went inside casually and stared at you both, mouthing Atsumu's name. You have no time to process that he might've hear something everything, you wiped your tears as you heard Atsumu's familiar bounding steps to your room. Osamu huffed and went straight out of the room, giving way to Atsumu at the door who went confused.

"Gonna load the other things to the car. The twins needs to sleep on their bed."

And Osamu has to get away from you. Fast.

He saw how Ran stood awkwardly at the living room, in mid-fixing the twins' stuffs. "Go get the twins. We're going."

"Didー"

"Go get the twins, Ran."

Ran mouthed a resigned Okay before going up to get the twins, and her husband as well.

Osamu can still hear Atsumu's voice calling out for him as he exited his apartment. He knew Atsumu's worried about what he didn't know was happening in his own premises. Osamu can't help but to rub his hands across his face exasperatedly. The married couple noticed this but chose to be silent, waiting for him to share his burdens.

"Spit it out~" Osamu mused one day alone with Ran in their apartment with the twins. Her husband just left for practice and they were cleaning fast before the double terror wakes up from their naps.

Ran held onto the dishes in the sink as she gazes at Osamu across the living room. "W-what was she like back in high school? Y/n?"

Osamu continued to clutter out the twins' playpen, pondering to or not to give in to Ran's probing. He figured she has to let her know though, since she was his bestfriend, in every sense of the word.

"She's nice."

And then there was silence, Osamu had to look up to find Ran with her brows all furrowed and he chuckled. "Don't throw those dishes at me."

"I won't, if you just get on with it and share. You look clearlyーi don't knowーdisturbed? Agonizing at something?"

Did he really look like that? He wasn't even aware.

"She's nice. She's academically inclined. She used to tutor Atsumu."

"Y/n, can you please tutor me and Osamu?"

"She's brave and cocky."

"Fuck! Why did you punch me?!"

"Well, I don't know, ask the cookies and our grades after!"

"Athletic, too."

"Y/n! Just choose one, geez. You already have tennis!"

"Considerate at times."

"Okay. Atsumu, it's okay. You can be late sometimes. I'll understand."

"She's ー" Osamu huffed as he paused, Ran's back to washing the dishes and humming at his words letting him know she's listening. "She's crazy in love with Atsumu."

"What are you doing here, 'Samu?"

"Ah? Rintarou and I are going to the arcades. You guys wanna come?"

"No. We'll be on our own."

"Come on, Y/n, let's join them."

"She's fragile. Can't even understand how she lasted for a year with Atsumu."

"'Samuuu~ she's liking somebody else's picture! He even commented 'You look nice' to this Ran somebody!"

"But she's goal-driven, she can sacrifice anything to reach her dreams. A wide-vision of her expected future with Atsumu."

"'Samu. She broke up with me."

"She said I can't do volleyball all our life and when I argued with her, she broke up with me saying she can't be with someone so unstable. How's going pro in volleyball so unstable?"

"I don't like when she's reckless and just go on out without even thinking of the consequences for a second."

"Can't know why she still hasn't fallen fer ya."

"Sheー"

"She made you forget something for a while?"

Osamu suddenly stood up, wide eyed at Ran's back who was smiling, putting away the dishes to the dishwasher for secondary wash. And it irritated the hell out of Osamu he stormed to the counter.

"She's a virus, Ran. She's everywhere and I didn't notice it. She's everywhere and threatening to infect everything I have! She's gonna destroy Atsumu and I will not notice it!"

But Ran just turned to him and smiled. "What's holding you back, Osamu?"

"Nothing." He dropped his head low, feeling so drained of what's happening. "Nothing, please stop."

"Osamu." He whined at her demanding tone. "Osamu look at me."

Ran looked at him as if she was gonna drop a bomb, and she did. "Am I, by some wildest assumptions, the reason you're holding back?" Osamu gulped hard at Ran's questioning eyes. "Am I the reason you're turning down every single girl out there to prevent yourself from being happy?"

"Am I preventing you on being happy, Osamu?"

"Yes! So shut up!"

"No."

It felt more like a prayer than it should just be. Osamu will never permit Ran to be the reason of his miserable and complicated life. She will never be the reason for him being lonely. He needs to be, because he has to be.

But here is she, after 7 cycles, confronting him for what felt like forever.

"Are you, perhaps, inlove with me, Osamu?"

He stared at Ran full of emotions for the first time since that incident that led him to this seemed-endless cycle. He already had explored his options, scenarios, simulations, as to how to answer her when she asks again that darned question.

"No, Ran. But I have no choice but to stay with you, yeah?"

And no matter what happened, he knows it'll still be his answer.

"No. No, I'm not inlove with you, Ran. Don't worry."

And she has to feel like his words are true, especially when he saw the wash of relief in Ran's face.

"But I know some who are. You wanna hit on them? Gonna be our secret, don't worry." Osamu chuckled as to how he saw Ran's eyes bulged and her unsightful mannerism came, one of the reasons why he can't do something so rash like confessing out of blue.

☆ VOLLEYBALL IDIOTS - MAIN ☆

CAT | Tora

WHAT!? @Sou Inouka, you made out with some girl and you were filmed?

DT | Mai

😳😲

CAT | Lev

ERASED IT ALREADY! I SWEAR!

OWL | Akinori

send.

SJ | Maki

my DMs are open 💅

FOX | Rintarou

ehem

DT | Kenji

hi Lev

CAT | Sou

Hate you all!

@Ran

@Ran

CAT | Kenma

Grabbed the wild card this early 🤣

CAT | Sou

They won't stop, Kenma-san!

STZ | Taichi

Boo! 😆

CRW | Ran

I have a question!

and stop bullying sou-chan 😄

FOX | Samu

I'm sorry guys. She got me cornered.

Ran gasped at Osamu's side. "EXCUSE ME!?" Osamu just laughed, but it faded as the GC notifs went on.

Kiyoomi Sakusa added you to the groupchat

Kiyoomi Sakusa changed your nickname to FUTURE MIYA

RAN'S PLUSHIE

Put a distinction @Kiyoomi Sakusa LOL

FOX | Shin

Yes. Coz we have two Miyas here.

FOX | Rintarou

LMAO Hi @FUTURE MIYA

Ran side-eyed Osamu and his mood that turned sour instantly at the development in the GC. His lips form a thin line, sign of annoyance and Ran immediately ran a comforting one finger massage in his forehead, a familiar gesture she always do when Osamu's like this in front of her.

"The boys don't like her for what she did to Atsumu?" Osamu nodded and discarded his phone while Ran huffed as she types away. "If you have feelings for her or none, you have to give her closure or something, you know? She won't be at peace in her current relationship if you don't give her that detail, that period of whatever you have with each other."

"Atsumu.."

"And Atsumu will have to stomach it all up. You're a part of his girlfriend's life, let alone his own twin. He has to be open-minded of what she have with you. He should trust you, like how plushie trusts you. The problem here is, we don't know what's Y/n's take on you. It will be a disaster if she hasーugh, that's frustrating."

Osamu couldn't blame Ran for stressing out. He believes it's your fault, and that what you said that he reminds you of his existence, it goes both ways. Why do you have to poke up again into his life?

And Atsumu. He genuinely cares of Atsumu's welfare and emotions, he can't mess this up. His twin loves you with all his heart, much to show that he took you back into his life after the break up.

You're making it hard for him.

But he doesn't know it's harder for you. These past few days feel like you're treading in shattered glasses, walking slowly, praying nothing will prick you but alas! It finally pierced through your flesh.

Atsumu's gone curious about what happened between you and Osamu, and you continuously lie about it; preferred saying it's because of the previous break-up rather than the messy one that would probably break you both again, never to return back again.

And you're scared, coz even if Osamu's there, you know you love Atsumu, you feel it deep in your guts that you love the man you're with right now. Not his twin. Not Osamu. Atsumu.

You're scared of what will he say, scared of what would he feel, scared of everything that might hurt him.

"Are you okay? I'm really worried. Please talk to me, Y/n."

You smiled at him, being obscure with sniffing, gulping your tears as you thought of how to open up these things to him.

"I'm okay, 'Tsumu."

"Will a hug work?"

But you can't really control the waterworks when you're around this pure-hearted man. Before you can even nod, he hugged you tight, petting your hair and kissing your forehead for as long as you needed, shushing you, soothing your sobs.

You don't deserve someone like Atsumu. You'll break him and his brother. You thought you were already okay, you thought it's gonna be different this time. But escaping something deep would just suck you right back in. You knew you have to manually bury everything to get to the surface again, to hold Atsumu again.

You hated the thought of sacrificing Atsumu again. You regretted each waking day that you're not with him. You regretted every decision that caused him pain. He should just be happy. He should just be happy and nothing else. He deserves the world.

But here you are, threatening to hurt him again.

"You love Atsumu, huh?"

"With all my heart, Osamu. With all of my heart. So pleaseー"

"Okay."

You have to fix your relationship with Osamu as fast as you can, before Atsumu hears about it. He has to cooperate. He has to.

"Ah! Y/n, don't lie~"

"What?"

"Your birthday wish was Osamu to like you, too."

"Don't lieee~"

"He was your crush since Primary."

Fuck. You can do this, Y/n. Focus on Atsumu. Focus on Atsumu.

It has been peaceful for 5 months, if you call theー not interacting with Osamu, avoiding him every gathering, and avoiding Rintarou tooーpeaceful. You know Ran and her husband has an idea about what's happening under Atsumu's welcome mat and you're all so grateful they aren't doing anything to complicate things more. Whenever Ran talks with you, she avoids mentioning Osamu as much as she can. She was sincere on having you as her friend, getting to know you more. And her husband doesn't mind what he saw that night at all. He just gave you a pat in the shoulder when he saw you again. It made you weary too, for if Atsumu will know about this from people other than you, Ran and her husband will be dragged onto the mess you created.

You hated being the cause of everything bad that's happening to the kind people around you. It made you wonder why have you ever existed. You're awful.

"Y/n." You whirled around, your astronaut helmet-like kiddie hat got lopsided to the side of your head. He stood tall, also with his kiddie hat, brooding eyes on you.

"Osamu."

╰► PART 2

Semi Eita | Sugawara Koushi | Kuroo Tetsurou | Akaashi Keiji | Sakusa Kiyoomi | Kageyama Tobio | Oikawa Tooru

Reblogs and interactions are appreciated. Theories will be entertained. Cassie 2023.

[redrocketpanda]

If you don't mind me asking, can I ask your top favorite fics that you've written (feel free how much that you want to list)? Why they're special to you? Is there a specific inspiration when you wrote them? Thanks....

Ooooo this is such a fun ask, thanks so much for sending it!!

It's kind of hard to answer bc I love all my children and I had a tonne of fun writing all of them but I think if I had to choose a tops list (in no particular order) it would be:

Strategies for Play - HQ (Bokuto/Akaashi/Kurooi/Iwaizumi) I think Strategies for Play is actually my favourite fic that I've written so far. It was inspired by a fic I had read called "break the cycle" by galaxy_witch which used the same ship + premise and completely rotted by brain, and I really wanted to write my own take on it. It completely consumed me for 3 nights and I managed to write almost 12k in that time bc I was having such an amazing time writing it. It's super silly and smutty but with a lot of heart. Plus I adore all 4 characters - as individuals as well as in various pairings - so this was a chefs kiss experience for me

The Miya Atsumu Humiliation Show - HQ (Terushima/Atsumu) This one was inspired by a silly conversation I had with my (now ex) partner after she encountered Terushima for the first time in the anime, and we started spit balling horrid Terushima/Atsumu encounters. I built the entire thing around the smut at the end and, again, it was silly and fun to write. I also challenged myself to write from a much closer narrative perspective, so I feel like I learned a lot writing it as well

Just Watch Me (Bakugou/Kirishima) Just Watch Me will always be one of my faves bc it's really special to me. It's the first proper fic I wrote in over a decade and one of my favourite ships (+ characters) of all time. One of my besties encouraged me to write it as a way to deal with all of the Feelings I was having during S6 of MHA, and I also commissioned some beautiful art for it by one of my favourite artists

The Smuggler's Guide to the Stars, the Sheets, and Everything Inbetween - HQ (Oikawa/Iwaizumi) This one is a fave for many reasons: it was my first time writing IwaOi as the main ship, it combines 2 of my fave medias (HQ and Star Wars), and it was written for the They Were Roommates mini bang. I had such a wonderful team who made the entire experience such a joy and my artist (Ivy) made some incredible Oikawa art to accompany it! It's an ongoing series so I'm looking forward to writing more for it, hopefully very soon, and have had some lovely comments from readers for it <3

Interlude: The Senses of You - Buddy Daddies (Kazuki/Rei) I added to this to the list bc I remember feeling very inspired and at peace writing this. It was written after I finished watching Buddy Daddies and I really wanted to explore what happens off screen at the beginning of E11 when Kazuki + Rei are trying to come to terms with the loss of Miri in their own ways. I felt like this one shot marked a turning point in my writing, and I'm really proud of what I managed to produce

[the-travelling-witch]

Welcome back Holly, I hope you’re doing well!! You mentioned starting some fics, would you mind giving us a sneak peek?? 👀

hii, i’m not sure if i’m “back” yet, i think we should reserve that for when i’m actually posting ㅠㅠ as for how i’m doing, i’m doing… somehow?? idk it’s neither good nor bad, i’m just existing atm

but yeah i’m happy to talk about my drafts (it’s my default setting lol), i’ll try getting everything together that i’ve already started (and maybe some multi chapter ideas i’ve been plotting) ^^;

feel free to ask more questions about them or maybe prod me for snippets :]

Crushing Kisses, Ace version [same prompt as the first part (ft. riddle, jamil, vil, idia)]

ace x gn!reader [~50% of the first draft done]

⇢ kissing your friend aka your crush

A Twisted Pokémon AU [twst x pokémon au]

⇢ Welcome to Night Raven College! The students gathered here have all been chosen for their outstanding talents where Pokémon are involved, be that battling, researching or developing useful gadgets. I can say with reasonable certainty they are the nation’s elite! But first things first, what would your name be?

Barbarian Bakugo One-Shot

barbarian! bakugo x gn! fae! reader [first draft finished but no editing or proofreading down yet]

⇢ The Fair Folk and the Barbarians of the Dragonrider Clan have never had much common ground, even back in the day when they were still peaceful neighbours. […]

Bnha x Hades AU

rn mainly young god! shouto x gn! reader

⇢ young god! shouto, with a burning hatred for his father, lord of the underworld. […] the prince knows his father won’t just let him leave the underworld, the scar covering his face a grim reminder of when he first tried. but, really, he should have known it would only make shouto try harder to reach the surface, and thereby his mother.

Solomon Drabble

solomon x gn! reader

⇢ leaving lipstick kisses on him

Spider-Man AU

spider-man! childe x gn! reader

⇢ an encounter with the city’s most infamous hero makes your heart torn between your college crush and the masked vigilante

Ningguang/Beidou Drabble

⇢ ningguang x gn!/fem! reader x beidou (there’s not actually much of a plot here yet, i just suddenly found these paragraphs in my docs…)

Isekai AU

prince! atsumu x isekai’d! reader [10k written but i want to scrap all of it tbh]

⇢ a sarcastic comment and run-in with a truck land you in the world of a visual novel you had been reading. do you have what it takes to make your promise come true?

i think those are all the fics i already wrote something for (that are worth mentioning) and here are some more multi-chapter fics i’m plotting (obviously i have no snippets for these yet)

aventurine x gn! reader

⇢ your pretty co-worker hides a very big secret

knight! childe x royalty! reader [angst]

⇢ how much would you risk to be with the one you love?

merman! [character] x gn! reader

⇢ In your home town it was customary to throw a bottled letter into the ocean on the night before your birthday, believing the waves will return your wishes to you when the time is right. Despite being sceptical of the tradition, you go along with it, only to find yourself in the most unexpected pen pal situation. Unbeknownst to you, however, the other side has been courting you [for a while now]. And you’ve been accepting.

if you made it all the way down here, wow thank you!! and again, feel free to ask about any of these or tell me how much you’d beg me to write one of them jshshhs

[elleskandal]

match my freak

Rintarou has been reading "RPF - Volleyball" fanfic and it makes his life a little complicated when he develops feelings for Motoya because of it.

🏐 words: 7.2k

🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/59996212 (or read below)

🏐 🏐 🏐 🏐 🏐

“Did you know about the fan fiction?” Rintarou looked down at his phone as he waited for Motoya to finish getting dressed after practice.

“Yeah? What about it?” Motoya had heard of fan fiction, who hadn’t?

“The fan fiction about us,” Rintarou responded deadpan, now looking up from his phone. He wanted to see Motoya’s reaction to this. It took a second for it to compute.

“Fan fiction about… us?” Motoya pointed between the two of them.

“Yup.” Rintarou popped the p and raised his chin so he could look down his nose. He was lucky he had a good poker face because he was relishing this conversation.

“And?” Motoya’s eyes had started to bug out a little.

“And what?” Rintarou raised his eyebrows. He knew what Motoya was asking but he wanted to tease him.

“What’s it like?” Rintarou couldn’t see Motoya’s face as he put his gear in his locker.

Rintarou had already read most of the fic he could find on that cursed site. He had stumbled upon it when he was scouring his digital footprint. He had wanted to engage with his fans and when one accidentally tagged him directly instead of a fan account when talking about their latest story, he couldn’t help but check it out. He kind of spiraled from there.

He had seen that he was “shipped” with a couple of people in the v.League circuit. He saw one crack fic with him and vabo-chan which he had to admit was hilarious. Then he stumbled upon a story with Atsumu, which, made him grimace. The guy was objectively attractive, but if he had to imagine dating his best friend, he may vomit. So he avoided those. Then there was Aran, which is valid. They went to high school together, were kouhai/sempai, could even be seen as rivals, and the man was hot. He read a couple of those, but it got a little weird when they got too spicy. He just couldn’t picture it. He realized Aran was like a brother. So he checked out of that ship.

But when he found the fics that featured him and Motoya… everything changed. At first, it was funny. He felt like he needed a bucket of popcorn to eat while he indulged — he read through stories about how they celebrated their wins, supported each other through losses, took care of each other when they were sick, or pined after one another when their backs were turned. In some, they weren’t even volleyball players! They worked at coffee shops, wielded magic, ruled kingdoms, managed corporations, or were single parents.

However, his brain broke and was — possibly, probably, definitely — rewired when he read the ones marked E. He thought those were “E for Everyone,” like the video games. Boy, was he wrong. Sending each other to subspace, being alphas and omegas, and worst of all, when they were soulmates. It made him start to rethink his relationship with Motoya and his relationship with love in general.

Rintarou had never particularly thought he was a romantic, but reading about how so many people thought he was soulmates with one of his best friends? How so many analyzed their interviews and interactions, writing fiction around them getting together? Having sex and making love? It made him think. A lot.

Motoya closed his locker. Rintarou was leaning against his, spacing out. Motoya had to repeat his question a few times, waving in his face. “Hello? Earth to Sunarin. I said, what’s it like?”

“I guess you’ll have to read it, huh,” Rintarou smirked at that. He would actually like it if Motoya read it. He brought it up to plant that little seed in his mind. He wanted his teammate to suffer the same way he had over the past several months, falling down this deep dark hole. Suffer in how he found it difficult to look Motoya in the eye—he often had to look away from him in the locker room too and when he saw beads of sweat drip down Motoya’s neck after games? He had to suffer through the thoughts of licking them off.

Worst case, they could have a laugh together at the idea of Rintarou as Motoya’s assistant, knight Rintarou saving Prince Motoya, mob boss Rintarou purchasing debtor Motoya, or whatever other scenario their fans spun up. Best case, well… Rin didn’t think that would actually happen. This wasn’t a fan fiction, after all.

So Rintarou planted the idea. But he wondered if it was a mistake as he choked on his blue electrolyte-infused water that evening following the text he received.

>> What are alpha/beta/omega dynamics?

It was too soon for that. Couldn’t Motoya start simpler, something light and easy? Slice of life, maybe? This was like giving a kid the birds-and-the-bees talk.

And then the phone started ringing, Motoya’s name lighting up the screen. Rin just stared at it until it stopped, but when he got another text, he knew he was fucked.

>> Suna, pick up. I know you just saw that text!

Damn read receipts. He should turn those off. He liked to keep them off to make a point that he was being an asshole though.

His phone started ringing again and he had no choice but to pick up. He knew that gremlin would just keep calling.

“What do you want, Komori?” He sighed.

“So rude,” Motoya quipped.

“Okay, now that I have you on the phone. I’m looking at the fanfic you told me about,” he paused, “they have these tags and I don’t know what some of them are. Like knotting.”

Rintarou placed his fingers on his forehead to steady himself and closed his eyes. He was glad this wasn’t a video call. He’s not sure he would be able to look Motoya in the face. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold it together.

“You have Google.” Rintarou thought his heart would give out if he had to explain any omegaverse concept to Motoya.

“But sometimes it doesn’t explain nuances. Like when I looked up alpha/beta/omega, it just told me it was a part of the Greek alphabet or when a man is like macho or whatever. That’s not correct, right? I just don’t want to go into these not knowing what they are.“

Rintarou sighed. “Fine. That trope is like a dominance hierarchy. Alphas are usually the most dominant, while omegas are submissive. But maybe read those after experiencing something a little… tamer. Anything else?”

“Tamer? Sounds like you’re warning me away from the good stuff!” Rintarou could just imagine the way Motoya’s cute little eyebrows were dancing across his face.

“I just think you might want to ease your way in.” He sighed. Maybe this was a bad idea. Thinking about Motoya reading something so explicit made him warm—no, hot—he was getting very hot in the face.

“Uhh huh. With what kind of stuff? Do you have favorites? How much of it have you read?” He could hear the smile in Motoya’s voice. Damn him. He had suggested the fanfic because he wanted Motoya to suffer just like he was, but it seemed like Rintarou was going through it even worse now. He should have known.

Rintarou tipped his head back on the couch and stared at the ceiling. “Start with literally anything else. How about the ones based on Taylor Swift songs?” He avoided the question of how many he had read—he did not want to address that—or if he had favorites. He couldn’t send those over. Not yet at least.

“Cool. I’ll see if I can find them. I’m looking forward to learning what some of these words mean too. It’s like a whole new language…” Motoya trailed off. Rintarou swore he could hear him mumbling through the tags he was reading like dead dove, water sports, and selfcest. He had to get off this call. Now.

“Uh huh.” Rintarou’s eyes unfocused as he stared. He was about to dissociate.

“Okay, talk to you later!” Motoya thankfully hung up.

He went to his room and face planted into his bed.

—

About a year ago, Motoya had to console Kiyoomi through one of his many crises. This particular one’s cause? Fan fiction.

Someone on his team had found a particularly entertaining one and sent it out through the group chat—its subject matter, Atsumu. Kiyoomi wanted to clown on him like the others, who had all read it. It was an ode. To Atsumu’s tongue. The guys had not been able to stop quoting it, not that Atsumu’s ego needed it. Of course, in “retaliation,” Atsumu’s tongue remained outside of his mouth more than normal, which was already an absurd amount of time.

The real problem was the way the words of the fic burrowed themselves into Kiyoomi’s mind and created some kind of Pavlovian effect between that tongue and how he felt when he had read that stupid work of fiction. Because it was fiction—he had to keep telling himself that. Nothing written about his tongue was true, right? Right?

Every time Kiyoomi saw a flash of pink dart of out Atsumu’s mouth, his mind rebooted and powered up horny.exe, a virus implanted inside of him, which was rotting and melting his brain. He knew it was a problem when a ball from Atsumu hit him in the face during practice. He hoped the bloody nose it gave him would cause the stupidity to leak out of his mind, but alas, no luck—it only made it worse. Atsumu hovered around him, licking his lips in trepidation. That’s when he had to get some free psychotherapy from Motoya.

“I can’t keep going on like this, Motoya.”

“Hm, my mom would probably prescribe exposure therapy or something,” Motoya said offhandedly.

Motoya’s mother was a psychologist so he knew some of her treatments and exercises, but more often than not, he was talking out of his ass. That said, they had tried exposure therapy on Kiyoomi as a kid for his various neuroses. It worked to keep him from bringing his obsessive compulsion into volleyball.

“You’re a genius. I’ll read all the fan fiction I can find of Miya.” Motoya could hear the smile in his voice. Oh no.

“Uh, that’s not exactly what I was thinking. How—“

His cousin cut him off, “Look at what I found. Texted it to you. See ya.”

Motoya pulled his phone away from his face and looked at the link in his texts. When he clicked on it, it brought him to the page Volleyball RPF — Komori Motoya, listing every fic about him and his colleagues that he was tagged in.

“I hate you!” He was sure that Kiyoomi had not heard him before he hung up. It didn’t matter. He was stuck now. He was Schrödinger’s Fanfic Reader.

Like in Schrödinger’s thought experiment, Motoya was the cat—he was just as curious, so how could he not click on the link and dive deeper? To Kiyoomi (our modern-day Schrödinger), Motoya was both the reader and non-reader, now stuck in a box. Maybe if he never spoke of this again though, no one would ever know that he had actually died inside once he found those fics. He died and was reborn as someone new, someone who had read very explicit sex scenes between himself and his best friend; scenes that he couldn’t forget, scenes that he didn’t exactly want to forget.

But unfortunately, Suna Rintarou opened the box and Motoya was now officially dead, reborn as a fanfic reader. Even if he didn’t bring the subject up, it wouldn’t have made it any less true, but he could have continued pretending. He could still continue pretending—He didn’t have to let Rintarou know that he knew about it all just yet.

It’s not like Rintarou knew he let Motoya out of this metaphorical box—so Motoya could still pretend for a bit. He spent all that time in the box alone, accumulating all that knowledge. He should put it to use. This could be fun, actually.

—

“Sunarin! I can’t wait to tell you about what I found out.” Motoya clapped his hands. They were undressing to head to the showers after practice. “Knotting is like when a wolf—“

Rintarou slammed his locker and blinked his eyes slowly at Motoya in disbelief. “Let’s, uh, talk about it later.” He looked around to make sure no one else had heard Motoya. He did not want to talk about the myriad of alternate universes where they were together, all of them except here. He especially did not want to talk about the explicit versions of those universes (and whether he had an ever-expanding dick or not in them). He did not want to talk about how they had changed him and how he couldn’t look at Motoya the same way, and how— 

“Sure. How about we grab dinner?”

“In public?” Rintarou’s voice was a little high. Maybe his poker face was cracking. Maybe he was losing it.

“Yes?” Motoya laughed as he brushed past Rintarou. Where they touched burned. Rintarou looked over his shoulder as he kept walking to the showers. “Or we could get takeout.”

“Takeout. Let’s do takeout.” Rintarou nodded and followed him to the showers.

Somewhere in the last two months, Rintarou had to stop walking to the showers with Motoya. He couldn’t look at the lean muscles of his back rippling as he walked or the little trail of stomach hair that begged his eyes to drop lower without wanting to slam his head into a wall. Otherwise, he’d have a worse problem on his hands. Today, however, he had other things on his mind.

As he sudsed up, Rintarou couldn’t decide whether takeout actually was a good idea. Talking about dubcon and cannibalism and whatever other stuff—kinky or otherwise—that Motoya wanted to throw at him could not be done in public. Then again, he thought about talking about it alone in his apartment and wondered if he was actually, truly fucked. He felt like he was on some kind of prank show. Maybe someone will jump out and yell “PUNKED!” at him if he’s lucky. But then he reminded himself that this was all of his own making.

He needed advice. Who the hell could he call about this? Didn’t Atsumu say he had read fanfic before? Maybe he’d understand. He finished up quickly and told Motoya he would meet him outside; he had a call to return.

“Pick up, pick up, pick up. Heyyy!” Rintarou paced around the side of the EJP training center, away from the door.

“Hey, bitch. Whaddaya want?” Atsumu answered and Rintarou breathed a sigh or relief. He normally would banter but he didn’t have much time until Motoya came out.

“I have a problem,” Rintarou said flatly.

“Okay? And? Be quiet, Omi. Sunarin’s upset.”

“I’m not upset,” he huffed.

“Spill.”

Knowing Sakusa was there did not make Rintarou feel good about asking for help from Atsumu, but he didn’t know what to do. Maybe if he was vague he wouldn’t let on his issue was about Motoya.

“I, uh, shit. I read all this fanfic about me and a friend and it fucked me up. I think… I like them.”

“Oh shit! Who? A teammate? Is it me?” Atsumu snickered. The jerk.

“It's not you, you ass. It doesn’t matter who it is.” Rintarou ran a hand through his wet hair and tried to fluff it up so he didn’t look like a wet dog with Motoya later. “What do I do?”

“Well, Omi and I read fic to each other sometimes. It’s pretty hot. It really gets him goin’.”

“Ew. Stop.” Rintarou didn’t want to know about their sex lives.

“Okay, okay. We also read them because we may’ve found a funny one or somethin’ cute, ya know?” Rintarou did know. He had read some tooth-rottingly fluffy fics. “You could share one that shows what ya wanna convey. Like from yer heart? If ya like ‘em like that? It could be a good way to take it to the next level, if that’s what ya want.”

“What the fuck? Did you just give me good advice?” Rintarou was honestly kind of stunned. He didn’t expect much but maybe dating Sakusa had matured him.

“Yer an asshole.” Then Atsumu hung up on him. Well, he kind of deserved it. He texted him a thank you though.

When he went to the front of the building, Motoya was waiting for him. “I ordered for us.” He held up his phone. “I got you those noodles you like from Botan’s.

“Thanks.” Rintarou didn’t let his emotion show. Motoya cared enough to remember what he liked and it made him a little gooey inside.

“So, do you have a favorite fic?” Motoya asked him as they walked to get dinner.

“Hm,” Rintarou had to think for a minute. “There’s a couple that I like.” He felt a little embarrassed to admit it, but he had to give a little to get a little.

“Me too.” Motoya didn’t elaborate and it left him wondering.

They walked in pointed silence after that and got their food. All the while, Rintarou thought about which one, or multiple, he’d want to share. His hands felt a little clammy and he wondered if Motoya could sense his jitters.

As he dug into his meal at home—Nikumiso Hiyamugi—mixing the minced pork into the noodles, he texted a link to Motoya. He had steeled himself on his walk back with a few retorts based on what Motoya might think. He could say he liked the way the slow burn was executed, how good the writing was, or even how the writer nailed their personalities.

Despite all that, he hadn’t primed Motoya to receive the fic but figured he’d be the first to share, before he had to talk about the omegaverse again, as that’s all the guy seemed to want to discuss, or god forbid get into the topic of what he could find in dead dove fics.

He wasn’t sure whether Motoya choking on his food was a good or bad thing. He tried to analyze his face for any giveaways—Rintarou was good at doing so on the court, but found Motoya could hide his true intention in everyday life almost as well as himself.

—

Motoya had to admit that maybe he was in over his head. When he clicked on the link Rintarou had sent him, he wasn’t expecting much—a silly alternate universe, a light-hearted slice of life, or something overtly raunchy. He could deal with all of those, easily. What he couldn’t deal with was this.

Why did his heart stop? Why did his stomach churn? Why did Rintarou send this of all of the things written about them?

What he was staring at was a fic with the following tags: getting together, pining, slow burn, friends to lovers, love confessions, they’re so in love your honor.

Motoya needed to stall. “Do you want me to read this now?” To be fair, this fic was kind of long. It would take him a few hours to read it… if he hadn’t read it already. Which he had, and it was utterly gooey and romantic. And it was Rintarou’s favorite?

“Aren’t you going to send me one too?” Rintarou stuffed some noodles into his mouth.

Motoya did not want to send him stories yet, not when Rintarou was sending him stories like this. Was it because he thought of their relationship like this or because he legitimately liked this kind of story? The guy didn’t seem like he’d be into romance, but what did he know? So he made up an excuse for now.

“I’m still pretty new to this, so I don’t know a ton of them. I need to get familiar with more of them before I can do that.”

“Didn’t you want to brag about what you found out earlier?” Rintarou cocked his head to the side and smirked. “You had to have read something.”

“Oh, um, I didn’t exactly take your advice and got wrapped up in the omegaverse. Pretty interesting place, huh?”

“Uh huh,” Rintarou affirmed through a mouthful of food. “Send me your worst then.” His tongue slid out to lick sauce off his lips. Motoya tracked it with his eyes as if it moved in slow motion. It reminded him that he had read about that mouth licking up his neck, nibbling on his ear, sucking marks on his skin, and—

“‘Mori?”

“Hm? Oh, sure.” Motoya was so fucked.

—

“Kiyoomi, I hate you,” Motoya grumbled into the phone.

“What did I do this time?”

“Remember when you sent me that fanfic link last year?" He didn't wait for a response and blustered through, "You gave me this knowledge and now I am cursed.”

“Uh huh. How so,” Kiyoomi sounded bored.

“There’s this person who was featured in them with me and it was never anything more than a fantasy before. But now they want to talk about it! The fics! They know! And I can’t play dumb.”

“Okay, sure. So this person, how do you feel about them?”

“They—“ Motoya wasn’t quite sure how he felt. 

He found himself noticing this guy more ever since he stumbled upon those stories. Like, his eyes were instantly drawn to him when he entered a room. He had been analyzing his microexpressions and finding joy in understanding them. And experiencing skinship from the guy? He felt like little zaps of electricity ran through him when that happened.

Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.

These are not thoughts someone has about a friend.

“Motoya?”

“It’s complicated.” He was a teammate and his best friend. He didn’t want to complicate it with these feelings.

“It doesn’t have to be.”

Rintarou had sent him a tender and amorous fic as his favorite story about the two of them. Was it really that simple?

Kiyoomi’s words pinged around his mind.

It doesn’t have to be complicated. It doesn’t have to be complicated. It doesn’t have to be complicated.

—

Motoya elbowed Rintarou while sitting next to him on the couch, “So what’d you think of the fic I sent you?” His caterpillar of an eyebrow raised in question.

Motoya had sent over a fic where omega Rintarou was teased within an inch of his orgasm by Motoya licking at the slick coming out of his ass. He thought it was so unrealistic and out of character enough that Rintarou might find it funny.

“Was that your way of asking me if I’m a bottom?”

Motoya was glad he wasn’t in the middle of a sip of his beer because he would have definitely spewed the drink all over himself after choking. Instead, he froze, stopping the bottle on the way to his mouth.

“‘Cuz I’m a switch. So I can be both your submissive omega and your big bad, possessive Alpha.” Rintarou’s eyes flicked up to his. His teammate smirked, then took another swig.

“Oh my god, you’re so embarrassing,” Motoya threw a balled-up napkin at him. Rintarou snickered at Motoya’s beet red face.

Motoya cleared his throat to change the subject, “So do you have any other recommendations? I, uh, enjoyed the last one you sent me.” And suddenly he felt even hotter with the way Rintarou’s eyes bored through him.

“Sure.” While he took a sip of his drink, Rintarou pulled out his phone and shared a new link with Motoya.

This new fic had the following tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Idiots in Love, Fluff and Angst, Insecurity, Anxiety.

It doesn’t have to be complicated.

“Either you’re quite the romantic or I think you might be in love with me,” Motoya teased. There was a grain of truth in the jest, a hope that he wanted to bloom and flourish.

Rintarou could have quipped back with a taunt, laughed, or winked, as he had done so many times before during their bantering. Instead, he sat frozen with the bottle to his lips. When his brain came back online, he chugged the rest of his drink. It was still half full.

“Do you want another one?” Rintarou tried to stand up, somewhat robotically, but Motoya grabbed his arm to stop him and pulled him back down.

“Hey, Suna. Talk to me,” Motoya held a note of concern in his tone, almost pleading. He didn’t want Rintarou to feel like he had an issue he had to drink away.

“Would that be bad?” Rintarou’s face was neutral, but he wouldn’t look at him. His voice was quiet.

“Would what be bad?” Motoya still clasped his hand on Rintarou’s arm, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“If I liked you.” It was then that Rintarou turned to look at him. He had an air of vulnerability about him, one that he often hid and compartmentalized behind his flat facade and bantering jokes.

Motoya’s fingers skimmed down to Rintarou’s hand, looping his fingers into his friend’s. “No, it wouldn’t be bad.”

Rintarou’s mouth dropped open into a little ‘o’ and his eyes roamed Motoya’s face as he looked for any hint of a joke, any hint that this wasn’t going his way, unintentionally leaning in as he was drawn to the magnetism of the man, drawn to their inevitability.

Motoya’s free hand cupped Rintarou’s cheek in a move that was nearly too soft. He leaned forward, mirroring the other’s body language. They now shared each other’s space and air; their noses touched. He looked at Rintarou’s lips and knew he was never coming back from this. Those lips were a portal to another realm and when Rintarou closed the gap between them, he was transported there.

He was lightheaded and breathless getting to know Rintarou’s lips. Soft and full, they sucked and pulled at Motoya slowly in ways that made him wonder if he had ever really kissed anyone before. When Rintarou pulled back, Motoya chased them, wanting more. And he got it.

From kisses and nips at his lips to smiles, Motoya thought Rintarou’s face would get tired. He had never made expressions like that before and it was almost too much for Motoya. It made him melt. He wondered if he was the only person who had seen Rintarou look like that, and the fact that he was the cause? It made him a little feral. It made him want to eat Rintarou whole.

He left pecks along Rintarou’s jaw, as his hands roamed his back under his shirt. Fingernails left invisible trails as Motoya pressed his lips along the curve of Rintarou’s neck. He wanted to kiss along every inch of Rintarou’s skin.

“‘Mori, be careful.”

“Hmm?” He pulled back to look his friend in the face.

“I didn’t want you to be tempted to claim me.”

“Claim you?”

“We only just got together. I can’t be seen with a mating bite just yet.”

Oh, hell no. An omegaverse joke? Now of all times? Was this all one big joke? Motoya was shocked, stuck blinking and mouth agape.

When Rintarou’s face couldn’t hold back a shit-eating grin, annoyance overcame Motoya. He stood up and tried to get away, facing towards the door. “Are you fucking kid—

“Stop. Don’t go. I’m sorry.” Before he could get away, Rintarou grabbed his wrist. He didn’t look very sorry, as he pulled Motoya into his lap and wrapped his arms around him. He still wore that grin as he kissed Motoya with abandon. “I actually wouldn’t mind if you claimed me, but take me to dinner first,” he said when he came up for air.

God, he was kind of insufferable. “We both know you’re a beta. C’mon.”

“Ouch, babe. A beta? Really?”

Something bloomed in Motoya’s chest at the pet name, but he couldn’t relish it too much. He had bigger fish to fry—he was never going to live down this omegaverse thing, was he? He groaned and decided he might as well lean into it then, teasing, “Aw, so you want to be my good little omega then? You want my knot, huh?”

Now it was Rintarou’s turn to stare at Motoya, who began to laugh.

“And you think I’m the embarrassing one?” Rintarou started laughing along with the infectious laugh coming from Motoya, settling their foreheads together as the peels of laughter slowed and reverberated under their breath.

“Yeah, I do,” Motoya said and kissed him, while rubbing their noses together. “I like that about you.”

Motoya eased back into Rintarou, fingers finding purchase in dark hair as they became a mess of lips and teeth once again. The more charged the air between the two of them got, the tighter Motoya’s fingers gripped, not realizing how much he pulled or how hard he was, rocking against the other. Rintarou moaned with his head pulled back in Motoya’s grip, gasping into his mouth. Heat licked in Motoya’s gut at the sound.

“Bedroom?” Rintarou murmured against his lips. Motoya murmured an affirmation while he nodded.

“Hold on.” Before Motoya could parse the meaning of those words, long strong arms cupped his ass and hoisted him up.

While liberos were notoriously smaller in the league, he had a few kilos on Rintarou. Nearly all of Motoya’s previous lovers were smaller too; so when Rintarou hoisted and threw him onto the bed like he weighed nothing, he was certain he’d let the man do anything to him.

When he landed on the bed, it wasn’t his weightlessness or the little bounce that made Motoya’s stomach swoop though, it was Rintarou’s piercing stare that looked down at him hungrily that really did the trick. Motoya was so down bad it wasn’t even funny.

—

Rintarou straddled Motoya; both naked and aching for each other. He had fantasized about this so many times over the past several months and now that he was here, he didn’t want to fuck it up.

“Tell me what you want.” Rintarou peppered Motoya with kisses, finding it hard to control himself with the affection leaking out of him.

“I—“ Motoya couldn’t control a strangled noise from escaping his throat when Rintarou’s tongue licked up his neck.

“Out of everything you’ve read, there had to be something you wanted to do, something you’ve fantasized about.” Motoya groaned in response, rutting against Rintarou, who threw his head back and tried to keep his wits about himself. “C’mon, Motoya. Use your words.”

He had wanted to use Motoya’s first name more and more recently. Seeing the man’s reaction, he was glad he waited for this moment. His eyes were blown out and he licked his lips. “Ah, anything,” Motoya panted, “anything you want.”

“Anything? Shit.” Rintarou bit his lip as he thought about some of the depraved things he’d do given the chance, if only Motoya would let him. “You don’t know half of what I’d do to you.” He ran his hands up Motoya’s sides, who shivered. “Or what I’d let you do to me.” He flicked Motoya’s nipple and rolled it between his fingers, eliciting a gasp. “Let’s start easy and we can get into the anything next time. After we talk.”

Motoya continued rocking his hips into Rintarou’s, eyes closed and mouth open as if begging to be filled. Rintarou rubbed his fingers against Motoya's bottom lip and then couldn’t help himself—he slid his fingers in, catching Motoya by surprise. His eyes snapped open, but he soon adapted by sucking with gusto. Keeping eye contact, Motoya swirled his tongue around fingers, taking them as deep into his throat as they would go. Rintarou soon found out that Motoya didn’t have a gag reflex and wondered whether Motoya would look this good sucking his cock—probably better.

“You take them so good,” Rintarou breathed heavily into Motoya’s ear, who whimpered in response. “God, you’re so fucking hot.”

Pulling his wet fingers out, Rintarou brought them to curl around Motoya’s dick just to tease him. His hand roamed up and down, but not with any consistent pace or grip.

“Rin, stop teasing me,” Motoya whined and Rintarou’s stomach dropped. He liked hearing his name from Motoya’s lips as much as he liked saying Motoya’s.

“Okay then, do you want me to fuck you or—“

“Yes.”  Motoya cut him off and Rintarou chuckled in return. Motoya looked tortured, debauched—he looked like he needed to be fucked immediately.

“I was going to ask, or do you want to fuck me,” Rintarou huffed in amusement. He wanted to give the man options. As much as he was into fucking him, he wanted to make sure it was what he wanted too.

“Yes.” Motoya squeezed his eyes closed and bit his lip, as he squirmed in Rintarou’s hands. God, he was making this so much harder. Making him so much harder.

Rintarou sat up, making a grab towards his nightstand for lube and condoms. He sat over Motoya without touching him. “Toya, you can’t just say yes to everything.”

“I know, but I’m excited.” Motoya snapped his hips up and Rintarou bit back an embarrassing noise as Motoya said, “How about you fuck me then?”

Rintarou confirmed it with a chaste kiss before coating his fingers with lube, rubbing them together for warmth. “Tell me if you want me to stop.” Rintarou spread Motoya’s legs apart, settling between them.

“Don’t stop until I cry. Seriously, make me cry, Rin. Shit—“ Motoya gasped when he felt Rintarou’s finger penetrate him.

Rintarou felt satisfaction curl in his gut. He’d hardly done anything and yet Motoya was so expressive. He loved seeing his range of emotions, wondering what else he could draw out from just his fingers. He wondered what it would take to see his tears.

Speeding up from one finger to two and then three, Motoya panted and writhed under him. His face flushed and blissed out, Rintarou whispered how much he liked hearing Motoya, how good he looked under him, how much he wanted to be inside him.

“Oh my god. I— fuck. I’m going to come.” Rintarou wanted to indulge him, but a little bit of the sadist inside of him liked teasing Motoya and wanted to pull his fingers out and hear him whine, edge him until he was close to coming and pull back, only to bring him to the edge again and again. Instead, Rintarou sided with the indulgent part of himself—if he indulged him over and over and over, maybe that’s how he could get Motoya to cry. So when he found that spot that had Motoya throwing his head back and chanting his name, he didn’t stop his ministrations.

That’s how Rintarou milked the first orgasm out of Motoya, cum splattering Motoya’s chest as he choked on a silent scream. When he came down to this plane from the stars he ascended to, he grabbed Rintarou’s face and pressed their mouths together, regaining the energy that left him.

“More,” Motoya breathed against his lips.

Rintarou had barely just removed his fingers and it seemed like Motoya’s refractory period was already over. “Fuck me already, Rin.” The way he whined Rintarou’s name would forever be cemented into his mind for him to replay at will—he wasn’t sure if this was a blessing or a curse. He wasn’t sure how he would survive a game, let alone practice, after hearing that.

Of course, he obliged the request. He sheathed himself in a condom and then mentally prepared to be in Motoya. He was so hard he was leaking and was worried he would fuck this up.

He grabbed the base of his dick to calm himself down and lined himself up. He closed his eyes and pushed inside Motoya.

—

“Rin, you have to move,” Motoya whined. He felt full, so full. If Rintarou didn’t start moving soon, he’d lose the hard on that just came back.

“It just feels too good,” Rintarou murmured. He had his eyes closed and his head tilted up. “You’re so tight.” Motoya thrusted his hips, circling them in a way that got Rintarou’s attention. “Toya—“ He said warningly. He held Motoya’s hips tightly, almost bruising, as Motoya smirked and kept trying to move. “Okay, okay. I’m going.”

Rintarou snapped his hips and railed into Motoya at a grueling pace. One hand gripped Motoya’s shoulder possessively holding him. It was exactly how Motoya wanted to be fucked—he felt like he was being flattened into the bed, like all the air was being knocked out of him.

Rintarou slowed his pace to a near stop to pump Motoya’s cock, which sat red and at attention.  He used his other hand to pinch and tease Motoya’s nipple, which sent a zap up Motoya’s spine.

Arching and gasping, he sat warming Rintarou’s cock, while his dick was showered with lavish attention. He tried to move—to get more leverage for his hips, but Rintarou held him down and bit his shoulder, sucking and pulling at the skin with his teeth, all the while still stroking him. His head swam and he whined in delight, heat pooled in his stomach.

“Rin, I—I’m close.”

Rintarou started moving his hips in time with his strokes. “Be good and come for me, ‘Toya.”  And he did. They were rewarded with a little spend to add to the pool on Motoya’s chest.

Rintarou loved to see how Motoya’s face scrunched, how flushed he became, how blissed out he looked, how he lost all the bones in his body when he came. He kissed Motoya as he came down through a lazy smile.

“I saw some vibrators in your drawer. Should we get them for the next round?” Rintarou looked at the drawer.

“Yes, let’s get the vibrator.” Unfortunately, that meant that Rintarou had to slide out of him and he was left feeling empty.

Another round would presume the end of the first, but Rintarou hadn’t even come yet. Motoya had to remind himself that not everyone could come 5 times or more in a row like him—that was acquired stamina. Most people were one-and-done; he was lucky that Rin was indulging him this way. He was lucky Rin was still going—his achingly red cock looked like it wanted relief so badly—he was probably edging himself at this point. God, that was so hot.

“Uhh, which one?” Rintarou held up two bullets that dangled from some wires attached to a button and another that was a cock ring. He had forgotten about that one. “Both?”

Oh, he’d never used both before. “Both,” he agreed.

He held out his hand to take them, but Rintarou held the items back. “I got it.”

So he laid back on the bed with his hands behind his head and let Rintarou get to work putting them on. Rintarou pushed both bullets in as far as he could get them and then pulled the stretchy silicone cock ring around Motoya’s dick. The ring had a little slot for another bullet which needed to be turned on and then inserted, which Rintarou did with ease.

When he put that last bullet in place—the only bullet actually on so far—Motoya was already beginning to feel heat pooling in his gut as he started to get hard again. Maybe he’d be crying sooner than he usually does. The overstimulation was beginning to take hold and build inside of him. The vibrations felt good—too good—to the point that his brain was slowly melting. It felt like pins and needles that grew slowly over his body. He could feel the pressure growing from the bottom of his spine up to the top of his head. He began to float and that’s when the other two bullets turned on.

Motoya stiffened and let a guttural moan loose from the depths of his soul. He could feel Rintarou lining up as he was asked, “Does that feel good? Are you okay? Tell me to stop if it’s too much.”

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck—Yes. Yes. Yes.” Motoya’s eyes rolled backwards as Rintarou entered him. Every time the bullets were fucked into his prostate, he screamed in pleasure. Maybe if he screamed more, he could release the pressure building in his body? Tears gathered at the corners of his lashes and his chest felt like it was ready to explode. The vibrators were too much in the best possible way. He was overcome with emotion that needed to get out and the screaming wasn't helping. 

It didn’t take long before tears were rolling down Motoya’s face—it was too much, too good, too perfect. His head was fuzzy. He couldn't think. He needed to come. He was close, so close, but couldn’t say so. His words were stuck in his throat. He made eye contact with Rintarou and it nearly sent him over the edge to be looked at through dark, lidded eyes that way.

“You’re so sexy,” Rintarou said as he bent down and licked the tear rolling down Motoya’s face. This time he didn’t need to be asked to come. That did it. The orgasm wracked through him and he felt like he was floating away from his body, the bed, his head, this mortal plane. Tears continued to flow. And he slowly floated back with the vague understanding that Rintarou had come too. He wasn’t sure he had ever come so hard in his life. 

Before he knew it, the bullets were all removed and Rintarou was holding him, burrowing into his neck as he shivered.

“Shit.” Motoya covered his face. Rintarou stiffened, but relaxed when Motoya huffed out a laugh under his breath. “That was—you licked my face?”

“What? You didn’t like it?” Rintarou held him a little tighter, almost defensively.

“I think the problem is that I liked it a little too much.” In fact, he loved it. He wanted it again.

He could feel Rin smiling into his neck. Motoya felt all the warm and fuzzies that he’d never felt after sex before.

—

Seeing Motoya cry like that? Rintarou didn’t think it’d be that hot when Motoya first mentioned it—in fact, he was a little apprehensive at first. He wasn’t sure what empowered him to lick Motoya either, but in the moment, everything just felt right. Normally, he didn’t think crying would be his thing, but knowing that Motoya wanted it and enjoyed it that much? So fucking hot. Seeing Motoya come so much too? Shit. 

Rintarou wished he had it on video. He would replay it over and over in his mind from now until the end of time. Now he could definitely never shower after practice together again.

“Rin, did you hear me?” Motoya turned his head to try to look at him. They laid in the bed and cuddled after Rintarou had cleaned them both up.

“Hm?”

“I said, we’ll have to do that again.”

Again? Hell yes. Rintarou smiled. He hoped there’d be a lot of agains.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

Spoilers: they wouldn't even be able to count the number of agains there would be. 

[strawberrystepmom]

yeah, it’s easy to forget when we don’t step back and take a look at what we actually need. but rest is a priority now and i will put it at the top of the list! gonna just hang out. chill. read. sleep. sleep. and more sleep. it’s gonna be great!

i did just finish a toji fic, that i just need to have beta read end edited after before i post it. but i found this old wip today that i am getting really excited about fake dating with atsumu from haikyuu. i’ve tried multiple times to write it but it’s never worked out, but it feels like now might finally be it’s time!

housework and chores can be such a drag, but with the right vibe around the house it can be turned into a a great time! i’m hoping you’ll have a good time with it <3 also kbbq???? i’ve never tried. is it good? 👀 sounds like you’re in for a great time! and also the cooking sundays sounds so nice. to take the time to cook some nice meals and have a good time with it. that sounds so wonderful, truly! fingers crossed the sweet potato gnocchi turns out perfect and that the sauce will go perfectly with it <3

the thing with writing I’ve always found is that it does come in time! inspo hits at weird times and dusting off an old wip that just didn’t work feels soooo good. I can’t wait to read your toji piece!!!!

kbbq is so fun but it’s soooo much fooood. you have to bring a crowd to make it worth it because most places charge for wasted food over a certain limit so you come hungry and you come with many.