#i think i started tearing up when he hit a spike over the dropped net and

[cheswirls]

i finally watched the hq!! movie

it was a lot of fun :)

[keijifairy]

accidentally hitting your face with a volleyball 〃

♡  miya atsumu, miya osamu, sakusa kiyoomi

genre. fluff

-`,✎ ❝ hi! i saw your "accidentally hitting your face with a volleyball" hcs and i was wondering if you could do it for miya twins and sakusa too? have a nice day ♡ ❞ @wansseul

author's note. this took a hot min 😔 but thank you for waiting 💞 miya twins and omi ?? yes please 😽

+ this was a bit different than the first one but i hope u still like it !! 💗

༘ miya atsumu

━ you've met miya atsumu before, and you like to think it was some sort of cute meet you read about, but looking back into it, bumping into him in a hallway at nationals when you only wanted to refill some water bottles was kinda embarrassing, and the sweat dripping down your temple and your hair a hot mess was definitely not cute at all.

━ so you don't think about how he handed you the water bottles with your fingers making contact as he flashes you a stupidly boyish smirk, saying something along the cliche lines of "be careful next time. wouldn't want ya falling for someone else." and his eyes lingering on you a bit longer than you could handle as if you're in some fanfiction.

━ you only bowed your head hastily, trying to hide the flush on your cheeks as you thank him for what seemed to be the millionth time and run away. because you're not going to see him again, right?

━ but then you remember! that handsome man with an awfully familiar black jersey that you made a fool of yourself in front of…is from..inarizaki..and karasuno is competing with them...aaaand he's just standing across the court...

━ you try to erase any memory of your little encounter with him not even fifteen minutes ago, as you busy yourself with your team and hopefully, he doesn't spot you. little did you know though, he didn't miss you cheering for his opponents (well, duh) on the corner of his eye. (how could he miss you? you were a bit obvious with how you sneakily catch glimpes of him, and mayhaps, that inflated his ego a bit).

━ hear him out! he was only trying to impress you, okay? but that didn't really work out as luck didn't seem to be by his (and your) side today as the ball he slams onto the other side of the net doesn't land on the court, but instead on your face.

━ there was an attempt. a for effort!!

━ "nice going, dumbass." osamu deadpans from behind him, some trying to stifle their cackle at their teammate's poor attempt while the rest wince when they hear you groaning in pain.

━ the karasuno boys immediately start rushing towards you, but when they see miya atsumu strolling towards them, they halt in their tracks. (don't be fooled, he's close to melting into a puddle in shame under all that suave exterior).

━ he holds his hand out with concern masked by the same stupidly boyish smirk that's been taking up your mind as you purse your lips and reluctantly take his hand — and you suddenly feel like passing out any minute (the ball in your face may not be the reason).

━ "this must be what fate feels like." 

━ you warily chuckle, letting go of his hand as you clutch your forehead. "if a ball getting slammed into your face is what you call fate, then i guess...yeah."

━ honestly, you're just thankful the cameras aren't rolling. there might be some people recording this ridiculous scene, but you think you're way past the humiliation.

━ "sorry about that." he silently winces as he not so subtly stares at the patch of red on your skin. "let's take ya to a nurse."

━ "it's fine," your shoulders lifted in a shrug, "and no thank you. i don't think my boys would...like that—" you look over your shoulder with a giggle and atsumu follows, only to see karasuno (not so subtly) glaring daggers at him— "and it seems like your game is starting soon anyway."

━ he only chuckles, turning his focus back to you and you feel like shrinking under his gaze. "let's see who you'll be calling your boy later then."

━ you sputter out a laugh in disbelief, as he shoots you a wave with his other hand resting on his hip. "cheer for me, yeah? i'll help ya get that treated once we're done."

━ "this is embarrassing." osamu murmurs to himself in the background with a roll of his eyes.

༘ miya osamu

━ you were only wandering around inarizaki after your own after school club had ended while waiting for your friends, but as you pass by the open doors of the school gymnasium and hear voices that seem to be fighting, you sneakily poke your head in.

━ "why do you look like that???" 

━ "we're twins, dumb fuck."

━ you raise your eyebrow, stifling the chuckle from your throat in amusement. are they the miya twins the girls are obsessively squealing over in their daily hallway gossip? they seem...entertaining. huh, you probably should've paid more attention to your classmates.

━ too busy with their bickering, the twins and the other boys don't seem to notice a random student hanging by the doorway. you should've made your presence known, because it is the volleyball club and that means balls would be flying around the gym.

━ osamu throws a ball in atsumu's direction, but the latter quickly moves out of the way. "hey!"

━ and there comes the ball flying towards you. 

━ "who's the dumbass now?" 

━ "still you."

━ osamu ignores how his twin flips him off as soon as he turns his back on him. he quietly approaches you, reaching out his hand. "sorry, that was meant for that idiot—" he juts his chin at atsumu's direction— "over there." 

━ "it wasn't me who hit them!"

━ you blink, mindlessly clasping your hand with his as he lifts you up. warm. you think to yourself, feeling heat creep up your neck. but he lets go as you get up, and you weirdly come to miss the feeling of his hand with yours.

━ perhaps the ball might have hit your head a bit too hard but you suddenly wonder, did you always have an attractive boy like miya osamu at your school?

━ "you have really pretty eyes," you mumble, the words slipping out of your mouth before you could even process what's happening and certainly loud and clear enough for him to hear. a twinkle of amusement flashes in his eyes and you see a small quirk in his lips. "i must've hit ya harder than i thought."

━ your eyes slowly widen, finally snapping out of whatever love at first sight moment you just experienced. it dart anywhere, anywhere but that growing smirk in his lips that mimick his twin's (but atsumu looks like he's about to have a laughing fit any second).

━ "i...i mean..." stop talking "im to-totally fine! a-okay!!" a-okay???? "don't wor...worry it's uh not that bad… um i think i uh have to g-go n..now…"

━ osamu tilts his head, and you feel like your heart is about to burst out of your chest because you didn't think he would be this cute !?? UM ?? those girls weren't exaggerating ???

━ "your eyes are really pretty too." 

━ he simply nods his head like he didn't just make your heart race with one simple sentence, turning his back away from you but you don't miss the small smile tugging up his lips.

━ he walks back to the court, with atsumu saying something to him that's surely about what just happened but you don't care, you think.

━ miya osamu just accidentally hit you with a ball and called your eyes pretty. 

━ you purse your lips, trying to suppress a squeal as you slowly walk away and exit the gym.

━ "that was some shitty romcom scene that i almost barfed. i was hoping for more action." atsumu's laughter boomed around the walls, and osamu shut him up with a ball in his face.

༘ sakusa kiyoomi

━ "omi, can you teach me how to spike like you?"

━ "no."

━ you gasp dramatically, clutching your shirt where your heart is supposed to be for extra effect, but kiyoomi doesn't even spare you another glance. "tch, rude."

━ shouyou runs up to you, a ball in his hands and a smile reaching up to his eyes. "i'll teach you, y/n!" 

━ you childishly stick your tongue out towards kiyoomi, who does nothing but continue to ignore you as he fixes his stance in the court. huffing, you turn back to shouyou and mimic his smile. "heh, thanks!"

━ you are the beloved manager of the msby black jackals, and it's kinda like babysitting grown men plus not so secretly crushing on the gorgeous sakusa kiyoomi, but it's a job that you've grown accustomed to and actually enjoy. they're taking a well deserved break, but kiyoomi is still practicing his spikes while shoyou try teaching you how to do them. honestly, were you even listening to him? not really. 

━ you're only nodding wordlessly as your eyes shamelessly focus on how kiyoomi rears his hand back as the ball seems to be falling in the air, slow motion style (and that makes it cooler, you know?). you swear your eyes are sparkling as he flicks his wrist and effortlessly hits the ball.

━ you don't know when you've moved close to where he's spiking, but he only notices you still dazed just as the ball slams into your face.

━ "WAAAH, [Y/N]!!!" the impact of the ball had you dropping to the floor, and you feel your eyes immediately tear up. the boys run towards you, with koutarou placing your head on his lap as he cradles your face in his hands like you're a small child. "where does it hurt???"

━ you wince as he squishes your cheeks on his palms. "my face, duh."

━ "rule one, don't aim for the opponent's face." you look up to see kiyoomi towering over you, and you don't know if you're hallucinating but you swear, his eyes soften.

━ "oh," you jut your bottom lip, sitting properly with koutarou supporting your back, "so that was part of a lesson?"

━ "no." he heaves a sigh. "i'm sorry."

━ you bite your lip to hide the smile threatening to show as you suddenly feel weirdly giddy after getting hit by a ball. nonetheless, you wipe the tears in your eyes with the back of your palms as you bounce back to your feet (well, wobbled, but the boys supported you <3), and you really couldn't hide the smile at this point. "it's okay, omi."

━ his brows knitted in a frown. "...are you okay?"

━ "aw, you do care~"

━ he blinks. once. twice. (the boys don't really do a good job in stifling their laughter). sakusa kiyoomi does care actually, but that's not something he's just going to say right in your face, you know?

━ you playfully roll your eyes, flashing him a thumbs up. "it actually doesn't hurt like i thought it would!" even as you rub your forehead to try and soothe the pain, the smile doesn't leave your face and kiyoomi feels his heart hammering in his chest like some lovesick fool (and that, he definitely isn't!) "well, it does hurt, but i feel energized more than anything!"

━ you're pretty weird, he thinks, but it's quite endearing in a way and it's something that he adores about you. so for now, he swallows the words he's been dying to say, picking up the ball as he looks straight into your eyes. "come on, i'll show you the proper way to spike."

[kouomi]

Misunderstandings

Summary: after miscommunication and many misunderstandings, you feel it is left up to you to end things with Bokuto for both of yours sake.

Warnings: slight angst, sad Bokuto :(, fluff at end!

Word count: 2,837

A/N: this is based off a dream I had lol so it might be a lil iffy. (Akaashi is rly a life saver in this that mans is a god(it has a good ending don’t worry))

Posted: March 4, 2021, 10:05 PM EST

Despite the scheduled time for the training camp being long over, the lights in gym three were still on and there was the constant sound of a volleyball being smacked to the ground accompanied by shoes squeaking on the wooden floors. Loud yells could be heard every time there was a successful spike or block from any of the boys who were practicing, no hints of fatigue present though they’d been at it for hours. All of these noises were silent to you as you approached though, your thoughts too loud in your ear for anything else to make it past. You nervously tossed your hands back and forth as you approached the familiar gym, having to drag your feet along to your destination as if they were made of concrete trying to hold you in place.

Somehow you managed to make it to the open door, your eyes widening as you peer inside and see many more people than you’d expected, glancing around before you catch the gaze of the person you’d come to see. He’s midair when he sees you, his hand that’d raised to spike a ball dropping as he smiles and lands early. You don’t return the happy expression that usually sparked so much joy within you, instead you turn and quickly flee the overwhelming scene. It was all too much, you just wanted to come and talk to him but seeing how happy he looked and his friends turning to see you had easily spooked you off with your mind already going haywire.

“Bokuto, what was that?” Kuroo calls after his friend though he’s already following you out the door, “Who’s that?”

“His girlfriend.” Akaashi answers, picking up the ball he’d set and ducking under the net to stand next to the other boy.

“Didn’t look like it.” Tsukishima blinks, Kuroo punching him in the shoulder.

“She did look different.” Akaashi says, “And she ran away, it’s probably not anything good.”

“Does that mean that’s the end of practice?” Hinata asks, the other three turning to glare at him.

Outside Bokuto had caught up to you further down the lit pathways along the back of the gym, each heavy step of him jogging towards you making you want to sprint away.

“Hey, Y/n, slow down!” He calls out.

Reluctantly you stop though still keep your back to him, biting your lip as he walks in front of you. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, you should go back to practice.” You say quietly, finding yourself unable to look him in the eye, “We can talk later.”

“They’ll be okay without me for a second, what did you wanna talk about?”

It hurts. It hurts to hear his positive tone and be in his warm and bubbly presence when you just felt so wrong. You knew you needed to do this, that you’d been keeping it to yourself far too long and lying to him wasn’t going to help anyone, but something in you was pulling you back and begging you not to be the reason that his trademark positivity diminishes. He was looking at you with sparkling loving eyes the same way he had since you’d met and instead of making you feel warm it only broke you even more.

“Y/n/n?” He asks, slight worry slipping into his voice as he reaches out for your hand. You take a step back and look down at the sidewalk, noticing him visibly droop at your rejection.

“I’m sorry Koutarou it’s just...” You start, having to stop to swallow the bump in your throat before continuing, “I can’t do this.”

“Huh? Babe, what do you-“

“Us. This isn’t working, and I know you know what I’m talking about. I think it’d be better for both of us if we just call it quits now.”

He stops, any light heartedness he’d carried before now gone and being replaced with a chilling atmosphere. His sudden change and knowing you were what was making him feel this way made the stinging in the back of your eyes worse, tears beginning to pool and slide down your cheeks.

“Is it because I missed our last date?” He asks, a sad and almost desperate tone to his voice, “I can make it up to you, we don’t have to break up.”

“No it’s not your fault Bo.” You say, your heart breaking when you look up and see his eyes shining with unshed tears, “I’m sorry.”

You pull the white oversized jacket off of your shoulders, the slightly chilled night air nipping at your exposed arms as you hand it to him. He takes it in a robotic movement, watching as you turn and practically run away from him, disappearing back towards the main building and leaving him standing alone.

What did he do wrong? Did he not give you enough attention, too much? Suffocate you with too much affection? Spend more time on volleyball than he did on you? What wrong path did he go down to have lost you along the way? He tried to work through your relationship in his head and figure out what happened but his thoughts are buzzing by too fast for him to focus on one. His fist clenched around his jacket in his hand as finally the first of many tears fell on to the fabric. Bokuto found himself unable to move, too frozen by your words to will his legs to move and unsure they’d be able to support him if he did.

“Bokuto? What happened?” Akaashi asks after walking out to find his friend as he’d been gone for so long.

“Y/n she’s... gone.”

-

The next day of the training camp Fukurodani only won one game when their star ace was benched, everyone taking notice to the mood Bokuto was stuck in that not even Akaashi could pull him out of. Word had traveled fast amongst the teams as to what had happened, the topic less gossip and more curiosity and then pity for him.

“Bokuto, you can’t sit around and sulk all day.” Kuroo says, lightly hitting a volleyball into his friends back.

He doesn’t react when the ball hits him, staying slouched after recovering from the hit.

“What did I do wrong?” Bokuto mumbles to himself, eyes focused on his palms in his lap.

“This could not have happened at a worse time.” Sarukui pants, joining his teammates where they stood after finishing the penalty lap. “It’s throwing everyone’s game off.”

“Do something Akaashi.” Konoha says, shoving the setter in the shoulder as he speaks.

“I’ve been trying since last night. The only way he’d get out of this is if they got back together.”

“Why’d she break up with him anyway? They seemed fine.”

“I haven’t asked, I think it’ll just make him worse.”

“We can chase down the girl after camp.” Kuroo suggests, the other boys turning to look at him, “I’m sure you know where to find her, Akaashi.”

He sighs, resting his hands on his hips. “I’ll go to her house later. Knowing Y/n if we all went she’d shut us out.”

“Two peas in a pod.”

“Get back inside for the next round of games!” A coach yells out, all of the players exclaiming a quick “yes sir!” Before walking through the open double-doors.

-

Even though you’d pulled into your driveway almost an hour ago you still sat in the drivers seat of your car, the radio playing quietly in the background as you sat with your head against the headrest. Your cheeks were stained with runny mascara and dried tears and though they’d finally stopped falling you were still left with the pit in your stomach that was threatening to consume you whole. You were glued to your seat, but even if your body allowed you to move you weren’t sure you would. It was all just empty, no matter what you did in the day, homework, spending time with friends, going shopping, nothing changed. Everything had gone dull without him.

A sudden knock on your window makes you jump, your heart skipping a beat when you turn to see a tall figure looming next to your car before you recognize them to be your friend. With a heavy sigh you drop your head back against the seat, lifting your hand and unlocking the car doors as you do so. Akaashi opens the passenger side door and sits down, silence enveloping you both as he takes in your broken down appearance.

“What do you want, Akaashi?” You ask, words quiet as you try and make sure your voice doesn’t waver.

He’s quiet a moment before he responds, taking in your appearance with an almost surprised expression. “What happened? Why’d you break up with Bokuto?”

“It was for him.” You sigh, feeling warm tears follow in the path of your old ones, “Things changed- it just seemed like it’d be better for him if we weren’t together anymore.”

“What’re you talking about? If anything he’s better with you.”

“I was holding him back from really being himself. Even without that we hardly saw each other and recently it’s like we’re more acquaintances than anything it was just... not what’s right for either of us.”

“Why can’t you just talk through it? He’s tearing himself up over this and none of us can get through to him, I’m starting to get worried.”

His words work another wedge into your heart as you flash back to the look he’d given you a few days prior.

“I’m sorry Akaashi.” You sniff, dragging a hand through your hair as you spoke, “I didn’t want to but I just couldn’t do that to him anymore. H-he’ll be okay eventually.”

“You and I both know that-“ He begins, voice slightly rising.

“Please leave.” You interrupt, his brow slightly raising in surprise, “I just can’t deal with this right n-now.”

He’s stiff for a moment before obliging, opening the door again and stepping out. He moves his hand to the outside of the car to shut the door again, turning away from you and beginning to take a step away.

“Akaashi wait.” You call out, the brunette stopping and looking at you expectingly, “Can you give him a hug for me?”

“You can do it yourself when you get back together.” He states before closing the door and walking down the driveway, leaving you alone feeling even worse than you did a few minutes prior.

What did he mean “when you get back together”? Hadn’t you made it obvious you thought it’d be best if you stayed apart? Sure it hurt, it felt like being stabbed in the heart every time you were reminded of him, but you just wanted what was best. He’d be happier without you even if he was sad for a few days - right?

-

“Bokuto.”

The captain doesn’t move at the sound of his name, his head still stuck under his blanket as he sat in the dark of his room.

“I talked to Y/n.”

This catches his attention as he peaks out of the fabric of his comforter and to his friend, a slight sliver of hope shining on his otherwise dim expression.

“What did she say?” He asks.

“That you’d grown apart, she did it to make you happier, and you’d be better without her.” Akaashi answers.

“What?!” Bokuto exclaims suddenly, catching the other boy by surprise as his mood does a complete 180, “Why would she think that, it’s-it’s-it’s just wrong! I need to go talk to her!”

“You should wait a little bit for that.” Akaashi replies, placing a hand on his friends shoulder to stop his dash for the door, “She’s not exactly in a talking mood.”

He frowns at this, his hair slightly drooping as if connected to his expression. He springs up again, an almost visible light bulb appearing above his head.

“I have an idea!”

-

“Kenma?” You call out as you walk into the gym, peering around the room for the setter. You check the texts where he asked for you to meet him here for a charger for his Switch to make sure you got the right place and time, even sending him another text though he doesn’t respond. Confused, you turn around to go back to your house wondering why he’d ask you and then not show.

“Wait, Y/n!”

You freeze when you hear his voice, your face falling when you realize he’s now standing in front of you.

“Sorry, I have to get home.” You whisper, moving to walk past him though your stopped by a gentle hand around your wrist.

“Can we talk please?” Bokuto asks.

If it were anyone else you’d already be gone. If it were anyone else, the pleasing tone in their voice wouldn’t be enough to keep you standing there. If it were anyone else you would’ve pulled your hand away already. But it wasn’t anyone else - it was Bokuto; the one person who you always found yourself unable to say no to.

You let out a sigh and remove your hand from his grip, standing a few feet distance between you as you waited for him to speak.

“I just don’t understand why.” He starts, “I know you told Akaashi it was for me but that just doesn’t make sense.”

“I... I noticed how stressed you seemed trying to balance everything with school, us, volleyball.” You respond, unable to bring yourself to look him in the eye, “And you tried to hide it but I could tell. We started drifting apart and we hardly saw each other I just... I just want you to be happy, Bo.”

“But I was happy with you.” He says, taking a small step forward, “There was a lot going on, but I have it all under control. I don’t think I can do it without you though; I need you Y/n.”

“I was just holding you back. This is for the best.”

“What?! You weren’t holding me back! If anything you’re helping!”

“But we were...”

“Hey, I’m sorry if I made you think you were just another problem.” Bokuto says, voice venturing into a more serious tone that finally makes you look up at him, “We can work this out together yeah? I think I’ll explode if I go another day without you.”

Your eyes look back and forth between his own and you feel a tear grow pregnant and slide down your cheek as he looked back at you with hopefulness and anticipation. His golden eyes that you’d fallen in love with shone with the reflected, intense fluorescent lights above and had a sparkle to them that you hadn’t seen in so long. You missed seeing him everyday and this aura of joy and excitement he carried around, the way he looked at you with such love and kindness. Was it possible to salvage your relationship? Could you find a way to balance everything out with each other?

You sat there for what felt like hours as he waited for your answer, tossing the ideas and options over in your head before you finally came to a result. You closed your eyes for a moment before opening them again with a small nod, watching as an infectious smile spread across his face from ear to ear. He’s quick to wrap you in a hug tight enough to squeeze all of the air out of your lungs and pick your feet off the ground but you don’t pay any mind, your arms going around his shoulders as you bury your face in the crook of his neck. He spins you both in circle emitting a small giggle from you as you hug him tighter, only slightly pulling away when your feet are back on the ground. Almost as soon as you’d pulled your face away from his neck Bokuto catches your lips with his in a passionate kiss, both of you being forced to stop when your smiles get to wide.

“Wait!” He suddenly exclaims, pulling his arms away and shrugging his jacket off of his shoulders before eagerly placing it around yours. You melt into the fabric as your enveloped in his scent, slipping your arms through the sleeves with a content smile.

“Sleepover?” You ask, laughing when he quickly nods.

“That was almost too easy.” Kuroo says as he watches you and Bokuto walk out with your arms around each other. He rest his chin on the railing of the platform above the court, glancing sideways to where Akaashi and Kenma sat beside him.

“They can’t stay away from each other long enough to actually break up.” Akaashi sighs, pushing off from the railing he leaned on, “I wouldn’t be surprised if something like this happened again though.”

“They seem happy together.” Kenma comments before viciously pressing buttons on his phone.

“How would you know? You didn’t look up at all!” Kuroo exclaims, tapping the top of his friends device.

“Hey, I was paying attention.”

“Sure you were.”

[alittlebitofinsanitea]

Head-Cannons for Jealous Kageyama, Suga, Iwaizumi, & Bokuto

request: hi! May I request hc's of iwazumi, bokuto, mattsun, suga, and kageyama on how they act when they're jealous? I couldn't find a character limit in your rules so feel free to do however many you like :) Have a good one lovely human <3

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Hi honey! So I didn’t write it but I'm going to be doing four per head-cannon! thank you for requesting! <3 These are gender neutral/no pronouns so I hope that’s ok, hope you enjoy! Also to everyone, requests are open!

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~Kageyama~

✰ you’ve been in class all day and finally the bell rings and its lunch

✰ you and a friend are sitting, talking about homework, eating, as one does during lunch. You normally sit with him because kags always plays volleyball during break, surprised? no.

✰ all sweet Kags wanted to do this lunch was to sit with his baby!!!

✰ he sees you sitting real close to this other guy, and what does his awkward ass do? FUCKING STARES AT YOU, clown to clown communication going on right here

✰ anyone coming into the cafeteria just sees him blocking the path with the smoke whirling around his head

✰ you finally turn around after feeling two burning holes in the back of your head and see him glancing between you and your friend

✰ dummy realizes you noticed him and turns bright red in embarrassment after noticing he has been staring at you for at least half the lunch period and he sprints

✰ this man ZOOOOOMS out of that room

✰ you, being the caring s/o you are, run after him to the best of your abilities, all the way to the vending machine

✰ by the time you get there, he’s already sipping on two milks, pouting, and bright red, poor thing

✰ you make eye contact with him as you sit down, him turning away to face a wall instead

✰ you poke his stomach and sides to get his attention, fully aware of how ticklish he is there

✰ “Y/N PLEASE!” he grits out in between fits of laughter

✰  “Why did you run out then?” you say as you cease your attack, snaking your arms around his waist

✰ his body relaxes into yours and returns the hug, he buries his face into the top of your head as he mumbles

✰ “I know you know I can't hear you,” 

✰ he grunts back in response and mumbles again, just loud enough that you can hear that one, specific, word

✰ “YOU WERE JEALOUS!!!!!!” you scream so loud he jumps back a little

✰ he burrows his head into your neck in an attempt to hide from you, not the best play he could have made, but there was an attempt, he tried

✰ you move one hand to pat his head and the other stays on his back, “Kags, I don’t know why you would be jealous, I’m just friends with (Friends/N), I don’t like him like that, ok?”

✰ he straightens up and looks at you dead in the eyes, to anyone else he looks normal, but there's a little smile on his face that looks a little less creepier than usual

✰ he grabs you tight and you can hear the bell in the background, but you both ignore it and stay like that for a little longer

~Suga~

✰ everyone pretends that this man is the chillest, sweetest, calmest character in this show

✰ hell no

✰ he has as much crackhead energy radiating through his body as is possible without being a crackhead

✰ the two of you are at one of karasuno's practice matches against nekoma, and they have been trying that play with nishinoya as setter, and a few other ideas the coach came up with

✰ during a break between on of the games (which to your displeasure, have gone on forever, but you love seeing Suga play so you don't really mind) you decide to pull out your chemistry homework

✰ “why, and who made chemistry,” you say to yourself “I just want to have a little talk.”

✰ “Well I wouldn’t say a specific person invented it, but Robert Boyle is considered the first modern chemist,” you look to your left and see a tall nekoma player with bed hair

✰ you arch a brow, and get back to ‘working’, if you could call it that

✰ he sits next to you and offers a smirk and says, “Im Kuroo Tetsuro, if you want I can help with your homework if you want,”

✰ your nose scrunches up and you turn away from him

✰ “Don’t be sodium chloride,” he says as he scoots a little closer, but as he does that, you can feel the other side of you warm a little

✰ in the corner of your eye before you look to see what sat next to you, you see Suga, his eyes glaring straight at the rooster boy

✰ he drapes his arms on your shoulders and sets his head on yours and looks directly as kuroo, cold as ice, he tells him “She is fine, I can help her,” 

✰ the smile on his face does nothing to hide the fact that he’s not messing around 

✰ you pull him off of you to face him, giving him a little shove before telling him off,

✰ “I had it covered, it’s not like I was going to say yes, even though I probably need the help…”

✰ he raises his eyebrows at you, “I can help you, no problem!” he says sweetly, as if you both aren’t getting the same grades

✰ the next game is starting, signaled by the freak already on the court in their positions and the whistle blowing you give Suga a kiss on the cheek and tell him to go

✰ he smirks at you, and from then on in the match, whenever he spiked a ball, set a good toss, or dug anything, he looked to kuroo and directly pointed to where you sat

~Hajime Iwaizumi, (27), Athletic trainer~

✰ I don't even know what to do for this dude, no wait haha jk

✰ Iwaizumi, Oikawa, and you have been best friends for forever

✰ you guys are so close, sleepovers since you were little, you even made them an entire meal and movie night on the day they lost, lots of wet tissues and tear soaked blankets

✰ when you and Iwaizumi finally got together after year of pining after each other, nobody was more excited than Oikawa, nobody 

✰ now, you three are having a sleepover to celebrate being done with midterms and you made a big pillow fort to watch your favorite movie in, with popcorn and chocolate and all of that

 ✰ it's dark except for the light from computer screen, you can barely make out the faces to your right and left, and it's so late, you forgot who was on which side

✰ it's hard for you to fall asleep without Iwa anymore, so you grab the arm to your left and lift it up and snuggle into the warmth of who you thought was your boyfriend

✰ because you all are so close, Oikawa didn’t think twice about wrapping his arms around you, forgetting that Iwa was even there

✰ your boyfriend started to get red in the face, “Oikawa,” he warned, trying to make his best friend back off without making a scene

✰ Oikawa looks to him confused, “Chill out Iwa-chan! I know it's not godzilla but it's not that bad”

✰ Iwaizumi would have left it at that, but when you turned around and hooked your leg onto your current human pillow? Ohohoho, its over

✰ he grabs your waist and throws you over his shoulder, wrecking the little tent you made and leaving the third wheel of the trio in the rubble

✰ you cry out in protest, upset that your hours of work are now suffocating your other best friend

✰ you feel every step and he takes as he walks you both towards your room the air is tense, and you don’t know what to do

✰ you enter your bedroom, still being carried by him, and he drops you on the bed, and falls on top of you, letting out a noise of comfort as you squirm

✰ “Hajime please get of you’re squishing meee!” you wheeze out the last part

✰ he doesn’t verbally acknowledge you but he adjusts himself so you both are comfortable

✰ “Is this ok?” he asks quietly

✰ “yeah,” you reply, “It is.” 

✰ Neither of you seem to notice oikawa taking photos, and the next day, oikawa shows iwa, but not without a volleyball to the head 

✰ neither you nor oikawa know that's his screen on his phone

~Bokuto~

✰ When does this boy not get jealous, not because of you no! He trusts you with anything and everything, and he loves showing you off

✰ that is until all the attention goes to you and he thinks everyone is going to take you away, especially when he goes emo mode, he’s about ready to give you up to anyone :( but you never go obviously

✰ akaashi managed to convince you to become manager, he said that it would come in handy when he started to become self destructive

✰ and it worked! You were able to save a lot of games and akaashi’s mental health, for a while that is

✰ today was the first day of spring high finals, teams everywhere, balls flying, and Bokuto was anxious, and it was showing

✰ as the team walks to the court, you grab Bokuto's hand and you grab it tight letting him know you are there for him

✰ he began to feel less tense and calmed down once again 

✰ the game started and it was going smoothly, the other team wasn't able to shut down any Fukurōdani’s attacks

✰ that is until, the other team's captain started flirting with you

✰ whenever he makes a point, he would say some gross ass pick up line, or wink at you, and even worse, he would make sure to meet eyes with Bokuto, every, single, time

✰ Bokuto’s shots have gotten worse, he's hitting into the blockers, the net, and even missing the ball completely

✰ it physically hurts you when this happens to your boyfriend, and at this point you are sick of it, and have started to grow annoyed at the creepily corny capitan 

✰ you whisper to the coach to call Bokuto in who is currently hanging onto akaashi, asking him not to set to him anymore

✰ the coach calls a time out, and signals the rest of the team to stay on the court, Bokuto doesn’t even notice the rest of his teammates standing still around him

✰ when he reaches the bench you grab him by the shoulders and look him in the eyes and say “Baby, kick his ass.”

✰ you move your head to face the other captain and smile, then you grab Bokuto's face and kiss him, hard

✰ the time out ends and your team is flushed with embarrassment, but Bokuto was hyped up jumping all over the court, and ready to destroy the other team

✰ (they won the rest of the set no points lost)

[imagination-of-a-thirsty-weeb]

Thigh Highs || Bokuto + Kuroo + Daichi x Reader

Artwork is not mine! Unfortunately, I do not know who the artist is but if you do please let me know so I can properly credit them! 

Prompt: In which Daichi decides to strengthen the bonds between teams through sharing his girlfriend. 

Pairing: Bokuto x Kuroo x Daichi x Reader

Word Count: 7.232k

Warning: Dp, oral, sweat kink, anal play, overstimulation

“Fuck, she’s got on those thigh highs,” Kuroo chuckles, passing the ball to the still wondering Bokuto. Kuroo takes a deep sigh, and nods in the direction he had seen you in for his less attentive friend. Bokuto turns and suddenly his throat is dry. He had turned just in time to watch you pulling at the thigh highs, the material far too tight for the supple skin of your thighs.

“Shit,” Bokuto is very fond of thigh highs, especially when you’re wearing them. Your thighs are too meaty and you know it, the thigh highs stretching pathetically over your thighs, the hems digging into the skin just right. He remembers those thigh highs, or another variation of them. His fingers clasped at the material, using it to fuck you back onto his cock. He found himself watching the way your thighs shook with his movements for a good portion of the time. He couldn’t tear them away, they jiggled with every little movement, those damned thigh highs the perfect little cherry on top. “Shit,” he repeats, wiping his brow with his free hand.

“Daichi probably told her to wear em to throw us off,” Kuroo’s eyes flit toward the team stumbling in behind you, quickly finding his culprit. “Look at him, he knows what he’s doing,” Kuroo snickers and ducks under the net, meeting Karasuno’s captain with a sly smirk. “You think you’re slick Sawamura?” Kuroo links a brow, the rest of the team saying their greetings as they pass by, eager to drop the heavy bags they held. “Putting my kitten in those damn thigh highs? Are you trying to ruin me?” As if on cue both men turn to look at you, finding you bubbling, excitedly jumping in your seat as you spoke about getting to watch the practice matches.

“Yeah, what’s up with that?” Bokuto joins, wrapping an arm around the suddenly swarmed Daichi. “Playing dirty, huh?” Bokuto scolds, wagging style finger at the still dazed Daichi. Daichi’s head had been swarming all day, he had to focus on these matches and not the way you felt wrapped around his cock this morning. Or the way you let him follow you into the shower to rip two orgasms from your body with the detachable shower head. Then proceed to fuck you until you were a mess on his cock, tears flowing, hiccups passing beautifully through those kiss riddled lips.

“Oh?” Kuroo notices the way Daichi’s eyes have to divert from you almost the second he sees you, his body tensing up. “She wore those of her own volition?” Kuroo turns back to you, clicking his tongue. There’s a million ways of fucking you until next Sunday running through his mind and he’s finding it hard to imagine lasting through all of the practice matches. “Naughty little kitten,” Kuroo purrs, feeling his cock twitch in his uniform shorts. “We just gotta get through these matches right?” Kuroo’s eyes are dark but there’s a spark of hope in them, there’s no way Karasuno’s captain would take his tasty treat home without letting him have a taste. “Then you’ll let her make a mess on my cock?” Kuroo’s tone is almost teasing, a hint of degradation in there. “All while you watch?” That was just because he’s an asshole.

“Come on man!” Bokuto hits his friend in the back of the head, half the mind to force him into a bow. “He’s sorry!” Bokuto nudges Kuroo, muttering something about Daichi being so nice and not wanting to have Daichi take away their little toy. “But you’ll let us right? Let us fuck her?” Bokuto does nothing to hide the shimmering in his eyes, his tongue darting to wet his chapped lips. “Cause man, those thigh highs are doing something to me-“ A call from Akaashi stops Bokuto mid-sentence and Kuroo and Daichi are glad. As enjoyable as it was to watch the way you’d crumble around Bokuto’s cock, they didn’t want to take about it. “I’ll see ya later!” Bokuto departs with a wink, receiving a scolding for sneaking off when they were supposed to be practicing.

“She’s fucking with you just as much as she’s fucking with me, isn’t she?” Kuroo can see the way Daichi dryly swallows, fighting to keep his eyes from moving over to you. “I know those damned thighs highs are fucking with ya! You want to bend her over and stuff her full of your cock on the spot don’t ya?” Kuroo may or may not be talking about himself at the moment, though the nervous chuckle Daichi lets out tells him all he needs to know. “Hmm, I’ll see ya after the games.” Kuroo backs away with a shit-eating grin on his lips. He turns back to look at you one last time to find you waving your arms at Bokuto, mirroring the motions of the owlish boy. You’re smiling so wide, finding Kuroo’s eyes to wave at him as well. “Hey kitten!” He yells the pet name and the way your eyes widen, smile faltering has him twitching in his shorts. He chuckles, turning as he leaves you to stir in your juices.

“I almost feel like losing on purpose,” Bokuto mumbles to himself, passing Kuroo to take his position on the opposite side of the court. Yeah, Kuroo knew the feeling. He looked at Bokuto, a grimace on the boy’s face. He’s probably hard as hell, Kuroo wanted to laugh and tease him about it but he couldn’t bring himself to. Kuroo found himself adjusting his shorts one last time before crouching down, getting ready for the start of the game.

~~

“Daichi,” you whimper against his lips, feeling his fingers pulling at the material of your thigh highs. He releases them with snaps against your thighs, the sound of the material digging into your thighs sounding across the room. They blend beautifully with the breathy moans you release, Daichi’s fingers moving to your heat, stroking you through the thin material of your panties. “Please,” You’re a mess and you know it, if someone were to walk in on you like this, begging for the simplest touch they’d have a field day with you. “Please,” you whine once more, grinding your hips into his touch, gasping when he hits your bundle of nerves just right.

“That feel nice baby?” Daichi’s a panting mess, heavy breaths hitting your cheek. He’s hard as a rock in his shorts but he knows what coming, he knows they’ll waste little time shoving you full of their cock and so he takes it upon himself to properly prep you. His fingers are nimble as they slip your panties down your legs, tossing them somewhere over his shoulder.

“Getting started without us?” There’s a low whistle from behind the two of you, and Daichi turns to find Kuroo and Bokuto walking into the locker-room. Their brows were drenched with sweat, the salty liquid rolling over their smooth skin. You let out a small whimper, tongue twitching to lick at the beads of sweat that disappeared beneath the collar of their jerseys. It was Kuroo, there he stood with that damned smirk adorning his features. He held your panties between his fingers, holding his eyes on yours as he brings them to his nose, taking a big whiff. Your hips buck against Daichi’s hip, breath hitching in your throat at the short moment of relief you receive from the movement.

“Hey Princess!” Bokuto bounds into the room, ready to tear you from Daichi’s grasp. “I missed ya!” He’s still slightly out of breath, panting a little from his last match. It’s him that draws your attention from Kuroo, forcing your eyes in his direction. He’s so beautiful, as he always was, but even more so now. His hair, usually spiked fell to frame his face, you loved that sight. Those golden orbs shining bright, even under the dim lights of the locker-room. “Daichi don’t be selfish! Let us see her!” Kuroo’s a little surprised Bokuto even references him. He knows the thoughts that cloud and swirl in that small brain of his friends, a lot on the naughtier side. Daichi huffs but moves the the side, keeping a hand on your inner thigh. “Oh princess,” Bokuto grunts, sounding almost pained. “I nearly creamed my pants on that damned court thinking about being buried between those thighs,” Maybe Daichi was wrong, his eyes watching Bokuto slink up to the both of you, dropping to his knees without hesitation.

“I thought we’d agree I’d get first Bo?” The nickname has Bokuto’s ears perking up, his eyes flitting towards Kuroo. Kuroo kinks a brow but the look on Bokuto’s face says it all, he wasn’t moving. Well, not until you were coming undone on his tongue. “I see,” Bokuto had lost all his sense of mind when Daichi had exposed you to the two of them, your leg now hiked up against his thigh. “Look at him kitten,” Both you and Daichi look down at Bokuto, his bright orbs staring at the heat between your thighs.

“He’s fucked out,” Daichi finishes Kuroo’s thought, chuckling a little at the sight before him. “You keep up that eagerness you might just take my girl from me,” Daichi’s joking, of course, but the possibility of Bokuto getting to have you all to himself has him tensing. His eyes are dark now, flitting toward your face. You? All to him? He’d never share you with the other two, that he was sure of.

“Princess,” Bokuto’s fingers grip at your thighs, pulling your foot still on the floor over his shoulder. “If I did have ya all to myself, I’d eat this pretty little pussy for hours on end,” He’s drooling, just a little but he can feel the liquid dribble down his chin. “Princess,” he groans, nudging his nose against your inner thigh. You whimper, thighs trembling when you can feel the air of him inhaling your scent against your skin. “You’d let me right?” He growls, blunt nails digging into the supple flesh of your thighs, pulling you closer to him. “I mean look at ya now, so desperate for me and right in front of your cap’n?” His lips curl into a sadistic grin, a look you aren’t used to seeing on his face. Bokuto’s eyes flit toward Daichi, holding his gaze as he whispers his next words against your skin. “I want you to fuck yourself on my tongue princess, show your cap’n how much of a desperate bitch you are.” Bokuto’s teeth nip at your inner thigh, your hips bucking into his face with a low whimper.

Daichi growls, Bokuto giving him a small smirk before ripping his eyes away from Daichi’s hardening stare. Daichi knew sharing you would have it’s consequences but he didn’t expect them to be so possessive. The way Bokuto gripped at your thighs like it was only the two of you, his fingers there to remind you. Kuroo needing to remind the two of them of his presence as he attached his lips to your skin. Daichi snarled, his cock only twitching at their actions.

“You’re such a damn hog,” Kuroo steps closer to the three of you, leaving Daichi to hold you open to the two of them. “I guess I’ll find some other way to entertain myself,” Kuroo’s hands are at the collar of your shirt, ripping it right down the middle. “Clothes can be so pesky!” You want to roll your eyes, make your usual smartass comment but you find yourself stopping, the show of his power stirring your insides. “Would you look at that?” Kuroo’s eyes light up like a child’s on Christmas, “No bra?” In your defense you were wearing an oversized shirt and it was a bit warm outside. “You were so ready kitten,” Kuroo runs his thumbs over your tightening buds, leaning over to take the pert bud into his mouth. He reels at how responsive you are, back arching into his touch.

“You’re being so well taken care of baby,” Daichi whispers in your ear, placing a few kisses against the shell of your ear. “I know you can be such a good girl but you’ve been so bad today,” Daichi growls, pulling at the thigh highs, the reference in his statement. “Wearing these? Such a tease,” Daichi looks down at Bokuto, watching the way his tongue sneaks past his lips to delve into the heat between your thighs. “Look at Bokuto? Look at how he’s so needy, so desperate for just a taste of that slutty little cunt.” Bokuto’s tongue flicks over your clit, eyes locking on yours before he takes the aching bud past his lips.

“Ah-fuck Boku!” Your hips rut against his mouth, trying to match his pace by the movement of your hips. “Fuck, Bo-“ you were so sensitive, especially as Kuroo let his teeth graze over your bud. “Shit,” one of your hands pushes through Bokuto’s sweaty locks, pulling him closer. The other pushes through the hair at the back of Daichi’s neck, allowing Kuroo to have his fun kissing along the span of your chest. Daichi catches onto what you want and his lips meet yours in a feverish kiss. His tongue slips past your lips as you whimper into the kiss, tongue weakly fighting against his. Daichi’s tongue moves gracefully against his, his fingers digging into the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs. He’s holding you open for Bokuto whether he realizes it or not, allowing the man between your thighs to lash out against your clit.

Bokuto’s tongue is relentless in its actions, aiding in your pleasure as he suckled on the throbbing bud. The hot muscle flicks against your clit, his hands gripping harder at your thighs as he can feel them shake around his head. “Kuroo,” Is really the only warning you receive before Bokuto’s pushing your hips up and shoving his tongue into your entrance. Kuroo’s fingers drop to your clit, rubbing tight circles right under its hood. Your lips quiver as Daichi pulls away, letting your soft moans slip into the locker-room air.

“You gonna come baby?” Daichi’s free hand moves over your chest, pinching and pulling at your pert buds. “You like Bokuto fucking you with his tongue?” Daichi pauses, chuckling lowly at the sight he’s greeted with. One of your hands pushed through Bokuto’s hair, the other gripping Kuroo’s wrist like your life depended on it, hips moving against the both of them. You look timid, almost unsure of the way you fuck yourself against the two of them, eyes fluttering closed every few seconds as you get lost in the pleasure of their hands scurrying over your body. “You close baby?”

You want to respond, give him a coherent answer but the second you try to open your mouth to say anything, Kuroo’s lips are on yours. “Kitten,” Kuroo mewls into the kiss, teeth tugging at your bottom lip. He pulls back just a little, making a show out of the way you mindlessly follow him. “I know Kitten,” Kuroo presses a few chaste kisses against your lips in a quick succession before bending so he was face level with your core. “This pretty little cunt is so needy,” he whispers, more to himself, nudging Bokuto to the side to attach his lips to your clit.

“Fuck!” You were teetering on the edge, the stimulation too much. Your body torn between the feeling of Bokuto stuffing you full of his tongue, tip pressing against that spongy patch of nerves. Bokuto almost seems to be begging for your release, the way his eyes roll into the back of his head, moans vibrating your core. And Kuroo’s tongue gently massaging your clit as your body shook above the two of them. Daichi’s fingers never stop pulling at your tits, even if they are sore and overworked, begging for a break. Your body is trembling, shaking as you twist and turn in their grasps, the only thing keeping you in place being their hands. “Fuck!” You moan out a string of their names, feeling your juices gushing out around Bokuto’s tongue. The sight you’re met with when your eyes loll open is enough to send you into a second release. Bokuto’s fingers grip almost desperately at your thighs, pulling you as close as possible to his face. His tongue never stops, you can only imagine how much it’s cramping, massaging your walls as he and Kuroo’s tongue work you through your second ending. “Please!” You push at Kuroo’s head first, Daichi being the one to pull him away as your whimpers and whines from being overstimulated only served to further turn Kuroo on. Bokuto’s next, pulling away of his own volition. Bokuto’s tongue hasn’t received the memo just yet, still running over your quaking core with excited and sloppy movements. “Boku!” Your fingers tangle themselves in his gray locks and you pull him away from your core, his eyes wide when they meet yours. He looks almost like a kicked puppy, tongue lapping at his lips.

“I’m sorry princess,” His voice is dripping with arousal, almost slurred as he speaks. “You just taste so damn good,” his teeth nip at the skin of your inner thigh, all three men noting the way you jump at the action. “Even more sensitive than when we started?” Bokuto stands to his feet, a dizzy spell hitting him as his brain clouds with his lust. The only coherent thought he has contains bending you over the nearest bench and making the two others watch as you make a mess on his cock. “What are we going to do with you princess?” Bokuto moves to pick you up, hands on the undersides of your thighs only to be stopped by Kuroo.

“You’ve got to share Bokuto,” Daichi reminds him, the three of you laughing when Bokuto’s face falls. Daichi isn’t upset with Bokuto’s actions or words, he always got like this, so possessive. Daichi often worried that it was truly Bokuto’s goal to sweep you right off your feet, though, the both of you knew Bokuto would never do anything like that. Bokuto huffs, moving to the side to allow Kuroo to resume his previous position. “Good boy,” Daichi always did this, showered the three of you in praise when it was deserved. Bokuto loved it a little more than Kuroo, his cheeks heating up at the two words. “Baby?” Daichi’s nose nudges at your cheek, forcing your gaze to Bokuto’s. “Tell him,” Kuroo’s running low on patience, though he’s a little envious of the next words that slip past your lips.

“I want you to fuck me so bad Boku,” your hand reaches out to caress his cheek, eyes shaking as they trail over his body. Your eyes drop to the bulge in his shorts and the wanton moan you let out is everything, head thrown back as your pussy gushes at the thought of him bending you in half and fucking you into the mess you were. “But Kuroo and Daichi have been waiting so patiently,” You pull Bokuto in closer, lips a hair a way from his. “So you let them have their turn and I’ll let you fuck me in any position you want,” Bokuto’s eyes shimmer at this, any position? All to himself? “You just have to be a good boy, alright?” You run the tip of your tongue over the curve of his lips, eyes boring into his skin.

Bokuto finds himself knodding but as he watches Kuroo carry you over to the bench, being sandwiched between the two men, he realizes he may not be able to wait. “Fuck baby, you made such a mess,” Daichi’s pulling at your skirt, undoing the button in the side to get rid of the material. “You gonna let me and Kuroo stuff these tight little holes with our cocks?” Daichi’s hands grip at your ass, pulling you open for him. Kuroo’s pulling you into his lap, forcing Daichi to follow the two of you. Kuroo’s lips kiss at the corner of your mouth, pulling your attention to him as he pushed his bulge against your bare heat.

“Fuck kitten,” he drawls out the words, eyes boring into yours. “I can’t wait to fill this greedy little cunt.” He gives you a sharp thrust to reiterate his statement. “You want that kitten? You want your pussy full of cock? You want Daichi to ruin that pretty little ass?” Kuroo delivers a hard hit to your ass cheek, Daichi watching it jiggle in his grasp. “Answer me kitten,”

“Y-yes,” your throat feels so raw, scratchy as you speak. Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth, short pants leaving your lips as you try to keep up with both men’s actions. “Please!” You cry, throwing your arms around Kuroo’s shoulders, pressing your chest against his. It’s hot in this damned locker-room, and you can barely breath overwhelmed by the senses of the two men pressing against you.

“It’s okay baby,” Daichi presses wet kisses against your heated skin, smiling softly when you relax at the feeling of his lips against your skin. “You’ve been such a good girl,” Daichi praises, presses more kisses against your shoulders as his finger runs over your puckered hole. “You deserve to be full and fucked like the good slut you are,” You can hear him spitting, the warm liquid hitting your puckered hole and rolling down to your core. “Fuck baby,” Daichi grunts, watching your hole clench around nothing, eager to be filled. “I can’t wait to fuck this greedy little hole,” Daichi growls, scooting back so he could lean forward a little. His hands push at your body until you’re bent over, core planted firmly against Kuroo’s twitching bulge.

“Fuck! You keep moving her like that I don’t think I’ll be able to wait-“ Kuroo warns Daichi but his hands find their way to your ass, holding you open for the Karasuno captain as he ran his tongue over your puckered hole. You shudder above him, hips pushing against Kuroo and back against his mouth. “Patience,” Kuroo growls, teeth nipping at your jutted out lip as his hand connects to your ass a few times. Each hit is harder than the last, the stinging doing nothing but aiding in the ache of your core. Daichi’s tongue laps at your hole, hands on your hips to keep you in place as he does what he does best, get you ready for his cock.

“Daichi!” You roll your hips back against his mouth, forgetting the way you were deliciously rolling over the tip of Kuroo’s cock. “Please-“ you’re a mess, begging, pleading for his tongue to fill your ass. Your hands ball Kuroo’s jersey in fists, pulling at the fabric as Daichi finally gives you what you want. Daichi’s tongue slides into the tight hole, his eyes rolling to the back of his head at the way you clench around him. “Just like that-“ Daichi stiffens his tongue and settles for allowing you to fuck yourself back into him. Your head lays in Kuroo’s shoulder, body weak as you do your best to keep the two men before you happy with your actions.

“Princess,” Bokuto coos from across the locker-room, having found a seat on the bench parallel to you and the other two. His eyes are wide, drinking in your every move. His hand moves languidly over his cock through his shorts, he’s waiting. “I know you’re not getting tired on me already, Princess,” he gives himself a sharp tug, linking his brow as he almost challenges you. “I’m so hard,” Bokuto whines, rolling his head for the dramatics. His head drops as his eyes link with yours once more. “You told me I’d get to fuck you in any position but that’s not fun if you pass out.” Bokuto’s tugging on his cock a little faster and you can tell it’s taking everything in him not to pull it out. “Come on princess, you haven’t forgotten about me have you?”

Whether Bokuto meant to distract you or not, it worked. Daichi slid two fingers into your tight hole, scissoring them as Bokuto kept you engaged in conversation. “Fuck baby,” Daichi grunts as you clench around his fingers, sucking them deeper. “I’m gonna add a third,” his lips continue to press heated kisses to your skin, tearing your attention away from Bokuto at the mention of a third finger. “Don’t look at me like that baby,” Daichi finds himself chuckling, easing a third finger in with his other two. “I gotta fuck this hole open for my cock,” he speaks softly, almost as if his words serve as a gentle reminder. You whimper at his words, brows furrowing as you focus on meeting the movement of his hand. “That’s right, fuck yourself on my fingers,” Daichi gathers the spit in his mouth and lets it drip onto your stuffed hole. “Hmm, you’re such a good fucking slut,” Daichi’s teeth nibble on your ear, “Always so eager to take cock in any one of your holes,” he spits those words, his statement almost like a slap in the face. “It’s okay though baby, I don’t mind sharing,”

“Would you and could you, hurry the fuck up?” Kuroo’s shorts are now uncomfortably tight and even kissing at your most sensitive skin wasn’t distracting him from how hard he was. “I’m dying up here man!” Kuroo wasn’t usually the whining type, well not in scenarios like this. You could tell the evening was getting to him, especially with the way his cock throbbed against your heat as he watched you fuck yourself onto Daichi’s fingers. “Kitten?” Kuroo’s eyes are swirling with lust, a beautiful dark, warm honey color filling his once bright orbs. “You’re ready right?” His lips press feverish kisses against your collarbones, nipping softly here and there. “I need you so bad kitten,” Kuroo’s arms wrap around your torso, head falling to your chest. “I need to feel you so bad,”

“She’s ready,” Daichi usually ignores the eagerness if the other two, knowing it was up to him to keep things on track when lust would cloud their heads. Daichi pulls his fingers from you, slowly, letting you mewl at the loss of feeling full. “You’ve been so good baby,” Daichi’s hands grab at your thighs, pulling you off of Kuroo. Kuroo uses this chance to free himself from his uniform shorts, shifting slightly as he struggles to get them off. You let out a soft giggle, watching as he almost falls off the bench. “Careful!” Daichi chuckles, his own hands pushing his shorts down until they bunched around his thighs. “Y/N?” Daichi’s breath tickles your cheek, head stopping you as you try to turn to face him. “I want you to tell me if it’s too much alright?” Daichi’s cock slips between your thighs, a harsh gasp leaving your lips as his hard shaft makes contact with your core. “I just want to make sure I’m slick enough,” Daichi’s hands devise a death grip on your hips, pulling you against him. Your lips split over his shaft, slit dripping your arousal on his cock. “Fuck baby,” The tip of his cock catches on your entrance, teasing the both of you. “Hmm, you ready?” Daichi’s tone is an octave deeper, his composure slowly slipping at the feeling of your heat over his cock.

“About damn time,” his question was directed at Kuroo who was now twitching in anticipation of what was to come. “Come here kitten,” Kuroo pulls you into his lap, leaving Daichi to chase the two of you once more. “I’m going to stuff this needy little cunt kitten,” One of Kuroo’s hands is placed on your hip, the other gripping the base of his cock. “Hmm, are you ready for me kitten?” You’re literally dripping at this point, your arousal covering your thighs, your puffy pussy lips, you looked a mess you were sure. Kuroo runs the meaty tip of his cock over your quaking slit before stopping at your entrance. “How long has it been?” You don’t know if he wants an answer or not but he doesn’t wait for one, slamming you down into his lap, cock filling you to the hilt with the one movement. “Shit kitten!”

“K-Kuroo!” You can only whisper his name, the word falling from your lips in a broken cry. “Feels so good,” His cock is so big, so thick, rubbing against your walls in all the right ways. You have very littler energy left but use what you do have to grind yourself into Kuroo’s lap, reeling at the way he desperately clutches onto your hips, willing you to stop, to give him a second. “Daichi?” You look over your shoulder to find your boyfriend fisting his cock to the sight of your pussy filled with another man’s cock. “Daichi!” You whine, shaking your ass at him, needing to be filled to your limits.

Daichi doesn’t say anything, his fingers gripping at your chin to keep your eyes on his as he places the tip of his cock at your puckered hole. “Do it-“ It’s Bokuto, ready to get this show on the road, over and done with, tomato, tomato, he wanted his turn and he was growing impatient. “Fuck her like she deserves,” Bokuto’s taken his shorts off at this point, his spit stained palm running over his shaft, giving him little satisfaction as he watches the way Kuroo’s buried in your pussy. He grunts, squeezing the head of his cock as he imagines your pussy enveloping his shaft, his cock buried to the hilt in your pussy, fucking you into oblivion.

“Oh I plan on it,” Daichi’s slow as he pushes in, stopping every time you wince or grimace. You’re tensing around him and his kisses are doing little to ease the pain. “I’m going to push in all the way, alright?” You give him a small nod, eyes dripping to where the two of you connect, watching his slick shaft disappear as his hips surged forward. “Shit!” You’re gripping him like you never want him anywhere but filling your ass, so warm, so tight. “Baby, baby,” He’s trying to give you a warning, to tell you to calm down before he’s unable to control himself but you’re beyond euphoria.

“Fuck me-“ It’s the only thing you can think of at the moment, the only thing you want, the only thing you need. You’re mind is clouded with lust, almost blank as you accept your position to be used by the two men filling your holes. Your skin is hot, the feeling of Kuroo and Daichi’s jerseys against your skin serving as some sort of relief. You can only focus on the feeling between your thighs, the feeling of being pushed and pulled, split open as two cocks moved in and out of you at a blurred pace. You’re sure you’re screaming by this point, fingers clawing at Kuroo’s shoulders as the two men use you at their will, nothing more than a fuck toy, nothing more than a hole.

Bokuto has to stop touching himself, cock bobbing as he pushes his orgasm back down. “Fuck Princess,” he hates backing down so easily, but who was he to deny such a beautiful request falling from your lips? He’d be a good boy for you any day, wait day and night behind the promise of having you in any position, all to himself. “You like that?” He knows you’re too far gone to even comprehend his question but the way your tongue lolls out, drool dribbling down your chin tells him you’re enjoying yourself. “I can’t wait to stuff you full of my cock princess,” the thick vein that wraps around his shaft twitches at his words, he was a little more eager than he was letting on. “You want that princess? To be properly fucked?” Bokuto couldn’t help himself, he often got like this when it wasn’t his turn to play.

“I think I’m doing a pretty good job,” Kuroo grins, taking Bokuto’s words as a challenge. His hands push at Daichi, replacing the former’s hands on your waist. Kuroo uses the force of Daichi’s thrust, his hands on your hips, and the force of his own thrust to bury himself inside you. This seems to be what you needed as you find yourself convulsing between the two of them, limbs spasming as pleasure washes through the limbs. You’re light headed, both pussy and ass sore against the continued actions of Kuroo and Daichi, each eagerly chasing their own release. “Wouldn’t you say so?” The question is directed to you but all you can see is nod, staring at Kuroo through a blurred vision. Tears well in your eyes, a few threatening to spill as Kuroo continued to fuck into your sensitive core, walls fluttering around his cock as you fight off a fourth orgasm.

It’s too much, you want to cry out, but you know Daichi’ll stop and you don’t want to ruin the moment. Especially when it felt so good, “I’m going to fill this pussy kitten,” Kuroo whispers against your cheek, tongue lapping at the tear that slides over the smooth skin. “You crying baby?” His tone is mock, nearly condescending. “Is my cock that good kitten?” You nearly want to smack him, to call him all kinds of names but the way Daichi’s fingers flutter over your clit sends you into a fourth orgasm of the evening.

Your hips slam down against the two of them, filling yourself with them as you come for the fourth time that night. Your body is on fire, heat stemming from your belly and filling each of your limbs. Your head feels like it’s filled with lead, swaying until it drops against Kuroo’s shoulder. You’re crying, the tears freely flowing down your cheeks, dampening Kuroo’s jersey. “Kitten,” it’s the only warning you receive before Kuroo’s twitching against your walls, painting them with his seed. “Fuck kitten,” he presses a few wet kisses against your heated skin, letting you bask in your post/orgasmic state as he tried to do. Daichi is the one to ruin his plans, pulling you off of Kuroo to have you to himself.

“Hmm, baby, you’ve been a such a good girl,” that has to be like the tenth time he’s said that, not that you’re complaining, you could listen to him call you a good girl all day. “Letting Kuroo come inside that greedy cunt,” that was it, that’s what had set him off. Daichi couldn’t help himself, watching the mess you had become due to the two others. You were his, whether he decided to share or not meant nothing. Especially not the way he folded himself over you, hips pushing against your ass with great desperation. You can feel every ridge, every bump of his shaft, rubbing deliciously against your walls. Daichi almost seems lost, his main goal to empty himself in your ass. You can tell, he has nothing else on his mind besides his release, even as he kisses you and repeatedly tells you what a good girl you are. Your nails dig into the skin of Kuroo’s thighs, grounding yourself as Daichi fucked into you like no tomorrow. “Gonna fill this ass,” he grunts, nails scratching at your skin, pulling your apart from him. His thrust as unforgiving, burying his cock further into you with each movement. “You want that baby? To be filled with cum in both holes?” Daichi’s hips falter before stalling, his head falling into your neck as he lets out a string of curses. You can feel his seed filling your ass, your eyes widening at how much he had to offer. Daichi offers a few more pathetic thrusts, fucking his seed into you before he has the nerve to pull away. This was usually the part where’d he take you into his arms and give you a million kisses, whispering praises as he delivered each one against your skin.

“Fucking finally,” Bokuto doesn’t know if he would’ve been able to wait another second, imagining how awkward it’d be to plant himself in the mix. He picks you up from between the two now completely spent men and brings you back to the bench he had been seated on. “Princess?” He sits so you’re in his lap, he needed to make sure of a few things before he proceeded. “Are you alright?” You almost want to answer no, each of your limbs feeling as if they weigh a ton as you struggle to hook them around his shoulders, opting for a nod instead. “Are you sure?” Bokuto’s fingers are on your hips but they’re twitching to be elsewhere. “Y/N, where are you?” He needed to make sure you were alright and when you give him the answer he’s looking for, he’s flipping you over. He pushes you so your cheek is pressed against the bench, ass high in the air. “You ready princess?” He’s more than eager, running the thick head of his cock along your slit, collecting juices as he waits for an answer.

“Y-yes,” you’re breathless, lungs begging to be filled properly as you inhale and exhale overly shaky breaths. Your body is moving on it’s own, pushing back against Bokuto, looking for more, biting off more than you could chew. Bokuto hums in appreciation, placing himself at your sopping entrance.

“You’re leaking back here princess,” Bokuto’s thumb comes up to stop the mess that Daichi made as your hole pushes it out. “A fucking mess,” Bokuto chuckles, pushing his thumb into your puckered hole. You aren’t expecting the sensation, gasping as you feel him wriggling it around. “You’re so damn fun to play with,” his hips are slamming against your ass, his hand leaving your hip to steady the both of you with a tight grip on your thigh highs. This is what he’s been waiting for, ever since he turned in the gym to watch you pull at them. “Daichi doesn’t know what a good girl he’s got,” Bokuto nearly comes as soon as your walls wrap around him, clamping down on his cock, begging for his load. Sweat quickly builds at his hairline, dripping down his temple as he pushes you halfway up the bench with each thrust, only bringing you back with the hand twisted in the material of your thigh highs. “So ready to take cock no matter how tired she is,” Bokuto stops his moving entirely, eyes moving down to where you swallowed his cock, watching as he slowly brought you back to his hips. “So eager to please,” you were so tight, and so wet, Kuroo’s load adding to the slickness between your thighs. “I’m going to fill this greedy little cunt princess,” Bokuto growls, almost possessively as he picks up his pace again. His hips are merciless as he pushes his cock past your tight entrance, craving the way your walls flutter against him.

“Boku!” You cry out his name, hands gripping at the bench as you can do nothing but lay there and take all he has to offer. “Please!” You don’t know what you’re begging for at this point, for him to let up, for him to go faster, for more, for less. You can only feel his hands on your body, one gripping at your thigh highs to pull you back to meet his thrusts, the other everywhere. He’s pulling at your sensitive buds, pinching them just to hear you squeal. His fingers dance across your shoulders before settling across the back of your neck, pinning you in place for him. This position seems to do the trick, his cock twitching as he watches you. You’re laid out for him, ass obediently in the air as you take his punishment, his pent up frustration.

“Let’s be honest princess,” Bokuto pulls you up so that you’re back is flush against his chest, his hand leaving your neck to trail down your stomach, settling between your thighs. “Only I can fuck you like this,” His fingers are quick as they flick over your clit, your swollen and abused bud. He was right to a certain degree, whether he got you at the end or the start of these hook-ups, you were always a mess around his cock by the end of his turn. “Isn’t that right?” He’s stopped his thrusting, massaging your rough patch of nerves with the tip of his cock as he grounds his hips against your ass. “Princess, tell your cap’n.” Bokuto whispers the next words in your ear and brings his other hand up to cup your chin, forcing you to look in the direction of Daichi and Kuroo. They’re hard again, looking at the scene before them like a predator watches its prey. “Tell him or I’ll stop-“ Bokuto delivers a quick slap to your clit, his chest vibrating against your back when he chuckles at the poor attempt to close you legs. “Tell. Him.” Each word is reiterated with another slap to your clit before he’s rubbing the sore bud once more.

“Daichi,” your eyes are filled with tears, almost appearing starry as the light in the locker-room catches them just right. “Only Bokuto can fuck me right,” you’re reward with your words with another release, Bokuto still rubbing the tip of his cock against your sensitive insides. “Bokuto!” You don’t even pretend to feel bad about the words you had been forced to speak, everyone knowing they were right to a certain degree, especially in times like this.

“Just like that princess,” your thighs shake as you’re forced to ride out your release stuffed full of cock, the pressure right against your most sensitive spot. Bokuto’s fingers don’t stop, his eyes gleaming as he watches you come undone around his cock. Your juices gush out around his shaft, soaking his thighs and abdomen. “Fuck princess,” Bokuto groans in your ear, his fingers only stilling over your clit as his own orgasm washes over him. “So tight. So warm.” He whispers, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You can feel him breathing in your scent, arms wrapping almost lovingly around your torso as he pumps you full of his seed. “Hmm,” he doesn’t want to pull out but he can’t stay like that, especially not when he can hear the excited voices buzzing in the hall.

“Look at you baby,” Daichi’s pulled his shorts back up, moving from the bench to come to your aid. He pulls you from Bokuto’s grip and into his lap, holding you as if you’d break. “You were so good,” he presses a few kisses to your cheeks, wiping at the tears that had managed to escape. “So good,” he motions something behind you, and you hear some shuffling before a shirt’s being slipped over your head and your skirt’s being pulled back up around your waist. “Baby?” Daichi looks from Kuroo to Bokuto before his eyes find yours once more, “Bokuto and Kuroo were thinking about coming back to the hotel room with us tonight, would you like that?”

[ghostly-cabbage]

Frigid (Chapter 6)

Genre: Horror, Angst, Enemies to Friends to Lovers  

Chapter Rating: T (Language)

Word Count: 6,435

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And here Danny thought he was done with getting punishment for the day. He hit the gym floor: hard. 

It made his vision go black for a second. Fucking ow. If he got another concussion he was going to be pissed. At this point he was giving the football players a run for their money.  

His awareness came back to him in spots at first, dancing across his vision, then all at once. Lucky for him—it was just in time to see Skulker firing another volley of ecto-missiles at him. 

Shit.

He curled up and summoned a dome shield. The projectiles exploded on contact one after the other. It deafened the sound for the most part, but he still felt like a fish whose glass bowl was being tapped on. The explosions ceased, green tinted smoke obscuring his sight.

Danny didn’t wait for the dust to settle. He dropped his shield and launched himself straight up at the place he’d last seen Skulker, fist coming into contact with the bottom of Skulker’s chin. The ghost grunted, sailing upward and punching a second hole through the roof of the gym. 

Danny cringed as glass, broken light fixtures, and wood fell down. At least it was the weekend. There’d probably be enough time to patch it up. What was a little more property damage on his record, right? 

Ugh.

“For once you had great timing,” Danny said to the empty room. His legs melded together into his tail and he listened carefully to his surroundings. “If I didn’t know any better, Skulker, I’d almost think you’re stalking me.” There was a beat, before the sound of a net launching from a gun broke the silence. Danny twisted on instinct, narrowly dodging the net. It whooshed past and stuck to the wall behind him.

Skulker returned to visibility. He floated across from Danny, scowling. 

He growled. “Silence, whelp. It’s easier to lure you out when you’re not busy being a prisoner in this human infested place.” 

Well, that was half of it at least.

“Aw, so you do care about my schedule. I’m touched.” Danny pressed the palm of his hand over his core. His tail flicked and he crossed his arms. “But you know that shit you just pulled isn’t going to fly.” 

“Please, Ghost Child,” Skulker sneered. “I was merely toying with those puny humans. I wasn’t going to harm them.” 

“Ever heard of psychological trauma?” Danny dead-panned. He didn’t wait for an answer and fired an ecto-blast straight at Skulker’s chest. It connected with a hollow crack and Skulker let out a shout. He dropped ten feet before catching himself. Danny rushed forward, aiming a kick to the side of his face. 

Skulker held up his arm, blocking the blow with the back of his forearm. The force of the kick resounded against the metal with a clang. 

Danny pulled back out of close range, noting the sizable dent in Skulker’s arm. 

Skulker roared and held up his arm to fire a wrist-ray. Danny strafed to the side, expecting the hot fizzle of an ecto-ray. But nothing happened. 

They both paused, Skulker's eyes narrowing. He inspected his dented arm. 

“Now look what you’ve done, brat.” 

Danny lifted his arms in an exaggerated shrug. 

Skulker held his arm out, attempting to fire the ray again. Nothing. The ghost made a frustrated sound. 

“Here, maybe this’ll help.” Danny’s breath went icy as he shot a jagged spike of ice at Skulker's arm. He watched with giddy satisfaction as the ice punctured and tore a hole through the metal. 

Skulkers arm exploded. 

Danny squinted against the flash of green, going intangible to avoid the metal shrapnel. He blinked the inverted spot from his vision. Skulker’s arm was completely gone, leaving nothing but a jagged hole with wires that stuck out, arcing thin forks of electricity. Danny bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. He floated on his stomach, steepling his hands underneath his chin.

“Sucks, man. You never wanna overload a jammed ecto-weapon.” He clicked his tongue three times in a row, shaking his head. “You’d think such a great hunter would know that.” 

“Of course I knew that!” he snapped. “You’ll pay for this, Ghost Child.”  

“Oh no, I’m so terrified,” he said, grin plastered across his face. Man, two days of R&R really did a ghost some good.  

“Insolent whelp,” Skulker said. A mechanical arm extended from his back, unleashing a football-length green rocket that headed straight for Danny. It looked like a homing missile. 

Danny shot upwards out through the bigger of the two holes. He put on the brakes, and skirted to the side just as the missile zipped up past him. He let energy build in his palm. 

The thing about homing missiles was most of them weren’t great with tight turns. The rocket spluttered as it twisted to come straight back down. It made it an easy target. 

He fired an ecto-blast. It exploded on contact in a brilliant sphere of green. Danny phased back down through the roof. The explosion shook the lights, making them flicker more, but it’d been far enough up it didn’t cause any other damage. 

Danny twisted in mid-air and flew at Skulker. His eyes widened and he turned his defenseless side away from Danny, back-peddling. 

He fired an ecto-ray at Skulkers undamaged shoulder. He didn’t pack as much power into it as he could have. He banked, cutting an elliptical circle while holding the ray on target.

“You know, as much as I appreciate the practice, we’ve gotta stop having these here at school.” He didn’t let up on the beam until he’d flanked Skulker. He zipped in while the ghost was still recovering. 

He went with the same roundhouse that Skulker had blocked before. His foot slammed into the side of Skulker’s head, sending the hunter spinning sideways. Danny charged a blast in his palm. He lifted up his left hand and squinted his right eye closed, using his thumb to line up his shot. Who said he was only a show off when people were watching? 

At the moment Skulker stopped tumbling and righted himself, Danny unleashed his blast. It hissed through the air and Skulker had no hope of dodging it. It slammed into the shoulder joint of Skulker's good arm which, already weakened by Danny’s ray, popped off like the limb of a cheap action figure. 

Skulker let out a wordless scream of frustration. 

A smug grin worked its way onto Danny’s face. He was getting too damn good at this, if you asked him. 

Danny closed the gap between them. He grabbed the holes where Skulker's shoulders should have been and somersaulted forward, flipping the ghost over his head. Danny threw him down, directly into a basketball hoop. 

Skulker, of course, being much larger than a basketball, didn’t make it through. Instead, his head wedged into the hoop, his legs churning helplessly in the air. 

Danny spluttered. “Oh my God.” He burst into laughter, wrapping his arms around his stomach. 

“Oh my God, I wish I had my phone. That worked even better than I thought it would, holy shit.” He dropped a few feet in the air involuntarily.

“Laugh while you can, Ghost Child,” Skulker grunted. He could easily phase out, but he seemed to know when he was defeated.  

Danny leaned back, rotating upside down in the air as he laughed. “Of all times that Sam and Tuck aren't here.” He wiped a tear from under his eye. “Hey— Hey, Skulker.” He flew up to Skulker. 

He glared at Danny through the net. 

“This is what we kids today call getting fucking dunked on.” Danny snorted and descended into more laughter. 

“You’re enjoying this far too much, whelp.” 

Danny held his sides until the hilarity of the visual started to die down. His breathing evened out and the tickle in his chest faded.

“Hey, the amount of times you’ve trapped me in something awful, I think I deserve this.” He sighed, content, his shoulders sagging as a last chuckle left him. “This is exactly what I needed after detention today.” Danny reached for the thermos on his belt. 

“Anyway—” he uncapped the thermos “—same time next week, then?” He pressed the button and the thermos kicked on. He pointed the beam at Skulker, watching as it dragged his warping form into its confines. 

The thermos dimmed and Danny twirled it in his palm, blowing the wisps of smoke from its end. He really needed to empty it when he got home today. 

“What is that? How’d it do that?” 

“Holy F—” Danny jumped. The thermos slipped from his grasp and he fumbled it a few times before he caught it and pulled it back against his chest. He turned towards the voice, shocked to see a familiar face. 

Wesley-fucking-Weston.

He was peeking in through a gap of a gym door.

What the fuck? 

“Uh... How long have you been standing there?”

And how the hell had Danny let a human sneak up on him? Let alone some gangly asshole who didn’t seem to have an ounce of self-preservation in his whole body? 

Wesley hesitated, scanning the gymnasium again. He stepped the rest of the way into the gym. 

“Uhm, for a bit?” 

“Right… and where’s your friends?” Danny slowly floated backwards. 

Why was this dude determined to be up in his business? As afraid as Wesley looked the first day of school, Danny thought he wouldn’t willingly get within a mile of another ghost. Guess he was wrong.

“I ditched them and snuck back into the building,” he said, like it was obvious. “People here at school say you’re a ‘good’ ghost,” he added. Danny’s eyes drifted around the room as he contemplated turning invisible and flying through the roof. 

Was he going somewhere with this or…? 

“Are you?” 

His eyes snapped back down to Wesley. 

He cleared his throat.“Uh. I try to be?” Danny was no stranger to students at Casper approaching him after a fight to try and talk or even flirt with him. He shuddered at the amount of times Paulina or even Dash had asked him to hangout or go get something to eat. 

But this wasn't like those times. Danny hated to admit he was genuinely intrigued, and even impressed by Wesley’s audacity. 

“If you’re unsure enough to be asking, why would you come alone?” He hadn’t meant it to be threatening, but Wesley took half a step back towards the door. He licked his lips. 

“Because I have questions about ghosts.” 

 Danny’s face twisted. He hooked the thermos back on his waist and ran a gloved hand through his hair. “Why ask me? Listen— there’s plenty of people in Amity that know about ghosts. You don’t need to ask a real one.” 

Wesley lifted a hand and rubbed at his temple. “Yeah, but all they ever talk about is you. Either how great you are or how you’re secretly a menace to society.” 

Huh, he must have talked to Valerie. 

“Then what question is important enough you decided to approach a ‘dangerous’ ghost… by yourself?” 

“I just—I want to know why ghosts here are so different, and who better to ask than an actual ghost? I guess I figured with how much people drool over you that you were the least likely to kill me. I mean you could’ve on the first day if you’d wanted to… There’s obviously some truth to what people say about you.”  

Danny blinked. Okay, that made some sense. But then… 

“Why do you want to know that specifically?” 

Wesley turned his head. “It’s personal.” 

...Alright, sure. 

He let out a long suffering sigh.

“Listen, I hate to disappoint, Person-I’ve-Never-Met-Before, but I haven’t really been outside of Amity Park much…” He knew the answer, of course he did, but he didn’t exactly go around as Phantom spouting off his ghost knowledge. There were things about ecto-biology he knew that only a Fenton would know... and some things only a half-ghost would know.

Wesley looked stricken. It was a weird look on him.

“But you’re still a ghost, can’t you just—” he flexed his hands in front of him like he was trying to grasp something— “make an informed guess?” 

Ugh, God.

Danny dragged a hand down over his face. 

Fine. 

“If I tell you what I think, will you actually get the hell outta dodge the next time there’s a fight?” When people tried to stick around, they were more likely to get caught in the cross-fire. While Danny wasn’t exactly fond of the dude, that didn’t mean he wanted Wesley hurt. The thought of him or anyone getting hurt because of him made him twitch; he ignored the spike of nervous energy that thrashed in his core. 

Wesley looked up at him, blinking green eyes. 

“Wait, that’s it?” 

“I’m dead, dude. What else could I want?” He’d love for Wesley to leave him, Fenton him, alone entirely. But he’d take what he could get.

Wesley faltered. “I dunno.” He muttered something else under his breath, something a normal human would have missed: “doesn’t make sense why you’d want that either though.” 

Danny shook his head and floated down a bit. “If I had to guess, it’d be because of the portal.” 

“Portal?” 

“Yeah, the Fenton Ghost Portal?” That at least was common knowledge around Amity now.

Wesley squinted his eyes. 

“You haven't heard of it?” Danny asked, exasperated.

“I don’t know! I’m new here!”

“Clearly.” 

Wesley made a face like he was about to say something stupid. “Okay, sure, there’s a portal. What’s it have to do with ghosts?”

Holy hell. 

Why was he doing this again?

“It’s’a portal directly into the Ghost Zone, dude,” he said incredulously. “Ya’know, The Infinite Realms? Land of the Dead?”

Wesley paled. 

“Wait that’s… How’s that possible?” 

“How should I know? Do I look like a scientist to you?” 

“I mean… Kinda?” He gestured vaguely to Danny’s person. 

He looked down. Oh yeah, hazmat suit. Right. 

Danny wiggled in place. “Not the point, alright? Are you going to keep interrupting me?”

Wesley made a face. “You’re the one asking me questions!” 

Danny waved a hand, flustered. “Okay, okay, shut up.” God, Wesley was so annoying. “Portals open up naturally all over the world, ‘kay? Well, here in Amity there’s a stable portal that stays open, meaning a constant influx of Ectoplasm. Ectoplasm is an energy source.” 

“Which means...?” 

“I’m getting there.” He twitched his tail. A motion which seemed to confuse Wesley, if his expression was anything to go by.  

“Ghosts are made of ectoplasm, and use it for energy blah, blah.” Danny twirled a hand. “What I’m saying is that here, ghosts have almost constant access to the Ghost Zone and Ectoplasm. It means unlimited energy. Ghosts without access to ecto-energy have to try and build up energy from other ambient sources like electronics, peoples emotions, weather, you name it. It takes forever to build up enough to materialize or interact with humans or solid objects. So ghosts in other places are probably less solid, making sightings and interactions fewer and far between.” Danny blew out a breath. “That answer your question?”  

Wesley was silent for a second, face wrinkled in thought.

“I guess… That makes sense—but—” 

“Cool, glad to help. Well, this has been—something. But I’ve gotta—” Danny started, only to get interrupted when someone burst through the gym door. Wesley jumped, letting out a less than manly yelp. 

It was a basketball player with tan skin and broad shoulders. One of the Seniors if Danny remembered right.

“Jesus Christ, dude, there you are! Do you have a death wish or—” the dude stopped short as his eyes landed on Danny. “Holy shit,” he breathed. “P—Phantom!” He had that deer-in-the-headlights look that people gave him. 

“Hi.” He held up a hand in greeting. “Anyway, I got the ghost, so…” He jerked a thumb over his shoulder. “I’m just gonna...” 

He went invisible and headed in the direction of the nearest supply closet. He still had to get his stuff before he went home. 

“Imma big fan!” the basketball player called after him into the empty air. He smiled and shook his head as he phased through the wall of the gym. 

- 

Danny was half-way down the hall from the entrance, human once again with his bag heavy on his shoulder, when the doors flung open and two familiar silhouettes filled the entryway. 

Oh no. 

“Everyone outta the way! That ghost won’t know what hit it once we—” His dad’s booming voice stopped when he saw him. 

“Danny?” his mom called. She pushed past his dad and lowered her ecto-weapon. “Sweetie, what are you doing? Are you okay?” She hurried up to him. The surface of her goggles made it impossible for him to see anything but his own reflection. Her voice was tight and gentle as she grabbed him by the chin, turning his face this-way-and-that to suss out any injury. 

Danny silently thanked whatever higher-power might be listening that he didn’t have any bruises on his face. His back was probably another story. He hadn’t stayed in ghost-form long enough to heal it. His backpack hurt everywhere it was in contact with him. 

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” he said, leaning away and trying to wave her off. Her hand dropped and she gripped him by his shoulder. 

“One of your teachers called and said there was a ghost and the alarm wasn’t working.”

“Oh, that’s crazy. Why didn’t it go off?” 

Dad came up to stand next to his mom, Fenton Bazooka hefted on his shoulder. 

“Don’t know Dann-o, but we intend to find out!” 

“Uhm, I heard stuff coming from the gym a bit ago actually.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“Sufferin’ spooks! Come on, Mads, before we miss it!” His dad said and took off down the hall. 

His mom took a few steps to leave before she turned to him. “We’re going to be having a talk about your detention today, so no going to Sam or Tucker’s, alright?” 

He sighed and shoved his left hand in his hoodie pocket. Of course Mrs. Merriweather had called his parents. 

“Fine,” he huffed. 

“Love you, hun!” And then she was off. 

Detention during the first week. His parents must be so proud. He ran his fingers through his hair, digging his fingertips in and messaging his scalp, mussing his hair.

He’d said he’d try harder this year, and he’d meant it. Even though it didn’t feel like it there had been a steady downtick of ghost attacks. Had been since after Pariah Dark and that whole mess. Hell, even the thing with Skulker was more like a game nowadays than it was serious. 

But that didn’t mean all ghosts felt the same way. Especially the ones that popped up now and again to “test their skills on the one who’d bested Pariah Dark in combat”. Those were the worst.   

Danny pulled his phone from his pocket and opened the group chat. 

Dead “Allegedly”: Hey Tuck did u disable the school ghost alarm? 

He wasn’t even at the bottom of the Casper steps when a reply chimed in. 

Hacker (Derogatory): Nah, man. I wish tho 

Emo’s Not Dead: Why? 

Dead “Allegedly”: Just wondering, Skulker showed up and the alarm didn’t work or smth

Hacker (Derogatory): huh, maybe he disabled them? 

Dead “Allegedly”: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

…

My parents know I got detention so I can’t hangout tonight. Didn’t say anything about games tho, Doomed later? 

Emo’s Not Dead: Hell yeah, hope you guys are ready to get owned lmao 

Hacker (Derogatory): Bro, do you even have to ask? I’ve been working on a new loadout and not to brag but it’s pretty sick 

Danny rolled his eyes and put his phone back in his pocket. The Ghost Assault Vehicle was parked up over the curb and onto the grass in front of the school. Dad must’ve drove. He didn’t really want to walk, he needed to make sure he had enough time to sneak into the lab and flush the thermos. 

He walked up to the back of the GAV and pulled the handle. The door unlatched and swung open. Another thing that proved Dad drove. He never remembered to lock the GAV or the Speeder. 

Danny hopped in and tugged the door closed behind him. He reached for his core and the icy transformation washed over him. It eased the ache in his back and he breathed out a sigh of relief. He turned invisible and slipped up through the roof. He turned towards home and started flying. 

The sun hadn’t set yet, and wouldn't for another hour or so, but the shadows were still long. He could feel the sun’s dull warmth through the material of his jumpsuit. The nights were already getting longer and colder. The wind whisked past him with the type of fall chill that cut straight through sweaters and coats. The streets and cars blurred underneath him and a thought bubbled up from the back of his mind. 

He couldn’t remember what it was like to feel cold. 

Not in the human way, the “coming in from outside and sinking into soft blankets with a cup of hot cocoa” kind of way. The negative temperatures of the Far Frozen, of space, hadn’t fazed him since his cryo-core settled.

Like a stone settling in his stomach, he wondered what else he’d start to forget about being fully alive as the years went by. He tried to push the thought into the back of his mind.

The amalgamous shape of the Ops Center glinted in the evening light ahead of him. Danny flew around the side of the building and phased through the wall directly into his bedroom. He tossed his bag towards his desk.

He turned human again a few feet above his bed. He let gravity take hold of him, falling onto the mattress. He bounced a bit before sinking into its surface. His back felt better already. He sighed, wondering if he could get away with a nap before dinner. 

Maybe. Provided a ghost didn’t show up. 

He peeled himself up off the bed and crouched by his bag. He snatched the thermos and headed downstairs. 

The portal hummed, the only noise in the otherwise silent lab. His soft-soled sneakers patted quietly over the metal panel floor. Danny uncapped the thermos and flushed its occupants back into the Ghost Zone. He puffed some hair out of his eyes and closed the now empty thermos. 

Right. Nap. Suffer through the “you need to try harder young man” talk. Then Doomed. It was their second “weekend” this week. He wanted to try and have some fun. After the shitty start to the week he deserved it.  He’d worry about his homework later.  

***

Saturday night brought dark roiling storm clouds that blotted out the stars. The wind howled, stripping orange and red leaves off their branches. The air tasted of rain and stray drops peppered the grey pavement beneath him.

Danny flipped up the hood of his hoodie as he skirted the edge of Amity’s Central Park. Just because he was immune to the cold didn’t mean he liked being rained on. He could stay intangible if he wanted but he was way too lazy for that. 

He flew a languid loop in the air as he changed directions to head towards the mall. It’d been a quiet patrol, nothing out of the ordinary. 

Which, on a night like this, made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. There was a lightning storm building up high in the clouds—which meant more ambient energy. He could feel it the same way he could feel heavy concentrations of ecto-energy. The buzz on his skin, soupy and dense. It tore him in two directions, amped on the energy and nauseous at the feeling of electricity. 

Why couldn’t it have been a snow storm? 

He tucked his gloved hands into the pocket of his hoodie and meandered over the parking lot, careful to fly below the power lines and telephone poles. 

A shiver prickled down his spine and he hiccupped over a cloud of mist. Yep, right on time. He heard distant screams coming from the mall.

He perked up, shooting towards it, the roof of the mall a grey streak. As he got closer he could tell what part of the mall he was headed towards. 

Best Buy. Great. 

Danny heard glass shatter and a stream of floating electronics burst out through the sides and ceiling windows of the mall, a maniacal cackling laugh from above him. 

“Technus,” Danny acknowledged, eyes narrowing. The levitating electronics whisked past him and circled Technus. 

“Oh, yes! It is indeed I, Technus!” he cried. His voice grated on Danny’s ears and he pushed his hood back down with a hand. 

“What’s up? Mad I wiped the floor with your boyfriend on Friday?” Danny grinned, floating up to be eye level with Technus. 

The ghost choked, swallowing his laugh.

“What— I— No! How dare you, Child,” he snapped. The wind whipped past them. “I’m here for my own gain! How dare you insinuate that Skulker and I are anything more than—” 

“Huh, I never mentioned Skulker specifically,” Danny said dumbly, tapping a finger against his chin. 

“Why you—” Technus lifted a hand and a clump of electronics flew at Danny. He dodged with a laugh. 

“Everyone knows, it’s okay,” Danny called. He forced energy into his hand, flinging a few blasts at Technus. 

The other ghost ducked under one, blocking the other with a wall of technology. He glared at Danny and pulled the machines towards himself. Like pieces to a puzzle, the tech slotted onto his skin, creating a makeshift canon. 

“You know, Child, the capabilities of modern technology grow faster and more powerful by the year.” The cannon whirred, the inside going from black to a glowing green. “Can you guess who that benefits most?” Technus said over the wind. It fired and Danny scrambled to bring up a shield in time. 

 “You’re fast as ever, child, but we’ll see how well you can stand up to a few more!” He fired, this time the ecto-blast hit harder. Hairline cracks appeared in Danny’s shield. 

Uh-oh. 

With a whine the cannon shot again. Danny dove straight for the ground just as it shattered his shield. Technus laughed. 

Okay, so he needed to avoid getting hit by that, holy shit. Danny glared up at Technus. His mind churred, trying to come up with a way to get an opening to use the thermos. If he could just—

A flash of pink streaked through the sky. It struck Technus in the center of his back and he dropped with a scream onto the roof of the mall. The technology, no longer being controlled, started to rain down. 

A red flash and the sound of a jet sled drew Danny’s attention. 

Valerie.

She twisted mid-air, the nose of her board pivoting as she drifted to a stop. 

“Hey, Red!” he called out to her. She turned her head towards him, the eye panel of her mask reflecting his cold glow. 

“Phantom,” she said. It didn’t hold as much of its usual contempt. She must be in a good mood. She also wasn’t shooting at him. He smiled and decided he’d try his luck. 

“How about a truce?” He flew towards her. 

“Why would I do that when you haven’t told me anything about that new ghost?” 

Danny’s shoulders sagged. “I told you already that I don’t know anythinnnnnggg.”

“And I already said I don’t believe you.” 

Danny let his legs fade into his tail and he flew an anxious figure-eight. 

“Come on, Red! It’s Technus!” He stuck his arms out to gesture down to the ghost. “We hate Technus!”

“Hey! I resent that, Ghost Child!” Technus yelled from where he was picking himself up and dusting himself off. 

Danny gestured more insistently. 

Valerie crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her foot on her sled. “Oh yeah, he brings back such great memories.” 

Oh. Wait. He shouldn’t have— 

“Like that time you almost killed me!” She snapped. 

“Red, I’ve told you before that I knew—”

“‘—knew it wasn’t me’ blah blah blah.” She opened and closed her hand in a talking motion. “So you say, Ghost.” 

“We can hash it out again later! But can we take care of Technus now please? Because he’s sort of escaping.” 

Valerie looked down to see that Technus was, in fact, fleeing, electronics clumping into a massive platform beneath him as he flew away. She sighed. 

“Fine, Ghost Boy. Truce.” 

“Yes!” Danny peeled off in a blur, Valerie right behind him. Val was a great ally when he could convince her to team up. He hoped she secretly thought the same of him. 

Valerie was stubborn and could clearly hold a grudge like no other. But over the years, it felt more like she chased him out of obligation. Like she couldn’t admit she might be wrong about him. So she just did what they’d always done. 

Danny didn’t blame her. There was real anger and frustration behind her words when she talked to him, but he’d be stupid not to notice she missed her shots on purpose these days. 

Technus turned and fired his arm cannon at them as they caught up. Danny skirted to the left, rolling into a loose corkscrew, flying underneath Technus’s floating pile of technology and popping up on the ghost’s right. He unleashed a ghost-ray at Technus with so much force it carried him off the makeshift platform. 

The ghost caught himself in flight with a triumphant cackle. It died in his throat as he looked up.

Valerie was right on top of him. A pink blast of ecto-energy hissed through the raging air and into Technus’ arm cannon. The tech burst into pieces, falling in a black heap to the ground. 

“You think that would slow me down, you stupid girl?!” Technus sneered, flying backwards. He sent a ghostly clump of appliances careening into her path. She pulled up at the last second. 

“You children just don’t know when to stop meddling in other people's business, do you?” 

“Nope,” Danny called as he flew by, firing a barrage of ecto-blasts. Technus brought up a shield that deflected them. “Maybe don’t steal shit and trash the mall every two months and I’ll think about it.” 

Valerie came in from the other side, rapid firing with her hand held blaster. Danny flanked him, an ice-ray at the ready. A few shots found their target before Technus moved his shield. He screeched over the wind. 

Technus held out a hand and a crackling ball of electricity built up. It snapped and flickered yellowish green. The sky above them heaved.

Technus held out his hand towards Danny and they locked eyes. 

Danny came to a dead stop in the air. His core stuttered in his chest. Fear, raw and paralyzing, crashed through him like a freight train. For a second he thought he might black out, fall like a stone from the air. They stared at each other. 

He wouldn’t.

Technus knew better. 

He couldn’t.  

With a stunned blink, Technus moved his hand and released the electrical charge far from Danny. It went wide and collided with the mall sign. The sign exploded like it’d been struck by lightning. Plastic and glass flew through the air, and with a terrible creak the pole swayed before falling into the parking lot like a felled tree. It narrowly missed a car.

Danny let out a shaky breath, trying to still the tremble in his hands. It was raining harder now, pinpricks of cold slicking down his hair.

“Phantom, what’re you doing just floating there? Move!” Valerie said, slowing down just enough to talk before speeding off again. 

Right. He needed to snap out of it.

He shook his head and started flying. Technus was still trying to get away with all his stolen tech. 

Danny let out a slow breath, trying to hold it steady. He reached for the cold and tried to get a lead on Technus. His hand glowed blue as he shot an ice-ray into the clump of electronics. He let out a yelp and wobbled in the air. 

Danny tilted and flew closer to Val.

“Red, keep him distracted, I’ll try and get him in the thermos,” he said, unhooking it from his belt. 

“Don’t tell me what to do, ghost,” she growled. “...but fine. You better get him though. I have my own shit to do.” 

“Would it kill you to use my name once in a while?”

She pointed her blaster at him. 

“Okay! Okay! I get it, sheesh.” He held up a hand and dropped back, letting Valerie move ahead. She went after Technus with no mercy, throwing ghost grenades and raining ecto-blasts down on him. 

 Technus reassembled his cannon, trying to hold his own. He fired at Valerie but she was nimble, avoiding each one. 

“Would you hold still!” Technus snapped, bracing himself against the kick of his ecto-gun. 

Danny grinned and went invisible. Having someone to draw the fire was always useful. He circled Technus, sneaking up behind him, uncapping the thermos as he got close. 

“Hey, tell Skulker I said hi.” Technus whirled around just in time to see the barrel of the thermos illuminate. His eyes stretched wide and an angry noise was all that escaped him as the thermos pulled him in. 

All the technology that Technus had been controlling broke apart and pelted towards the ground. 

Shit. 

He reached out with his powers, catching as much as he could. He winced at the mental strain. He didn’t use his telekinesis for this magnitude of stuff very often. He needed to practice it more, it was still relatively new after all.

 Most, if not all of the technology, was busted, but that didn’t mean he wanted to let it destroy more stuff. He guessed that a refrigerator landing on a car wouldn’t buff out easily. 

He maneuvered the electronics towards the curb in front of the Best Buy, setting it all down as gently as he could. He breathed a sigh of relief and wiped rain from his face with a sleeve. 

“Nice, thanks for the help, Red.” He shot her a smile. 

She holstered her weapon. “You better put that ghost back where it belongs.” 

“I always do,” Danny said. “See ya next time?”

Valerie hummed. “We’ll see.” Danny expected her to jet off, but she lingered. “You mean what you said about that new ghost?” 

Danny folded his legs underneath him and sat in mid-air. 

“Cross my heart hope to die,” he said with a grin.

She groaned. 

“But, yeah. I don’t know what her deal is. She didn’t seem very interested in throwing hands with me, that’s for sure.” 

Valerie held her chin. “Weird... The last few new ghosts have destroyed half the town trying to get to you.” The last bit of her sentence took on a suspicious tone. 

He held up his hands. “Hey, I don’t know either. It’s not like I like getting pounded flat every few months, Red.” 

“Why do they want to fight you specifically?” 

“I don’t know,” he lied with a shrug. He looked up at the clouds, blinking through the rain. “Could be the whole ‘Protector of Amity Park Thing’.”

Val scoffed. “Oh, please.” Danny could imagine that she was rolling her eyes. “So... what? They want to get you out of here to claim Amity for themselves?” 

“Who knows. Probably.”

“Is this where I’m supposed to say how glad I am that we have you instead of one of them?” Her voice was testy, a tone Danny knew well. 

“Your words not mine.” He gave her a lopsided smile, forcing down the discomfort worming through his gut. He should leave before she got too worked up. He had one too many scars from when she’d decided a truce was over.  

“Well, it’s been nice. But we should get out of this rain. We’ll catch our death out here. Hah!” He pointed finger guns at Valerie. 

“Phantom… I’m gonna give you a ten second head start—” 

Danny turned tail and flew, a genuine laugh working it’s way up from his chest.

[tk-writer]

The Great King. [Haikyuu!! - Oihina]

Hinata and Oikawa try to practice together, but someone is too starstruck by the other to focus.

Word count: 1827

~~~~

There was something about Oikawa that made Hinata more nervous than anyone else.

When the third year approached him after the last Karasuno/Aoba Johsai practice match and proposed to help him practice his quick attacks, Hinata practically jumped at the offer. Mostly to piss Kageyama off, but also because he understood how valuable this opportunity would be. A private training session with a highly skilled opponent would only help him soar to even greater heights, especially when that opponent had gifts like Oikawa.

But having the setter’s full attention was more flustering than he thought it would be.

His unbelievable talent and good looks weren’t the only thing that intimidated him. Sure, being in the presence of the Great King was enough to make his heart race and his stomach do flip flops every five seconds, but Hinata knew that his power of observation was his greatest strength. No one else in the prefecture had an eye for detail quite like him. 

Perhaps it was the way his dark brown eyes focused so intently on Karasuno’s greatest decoy, or all the comments he made about Hinata’s movements that made it clear he was concentrating on him and him alone. Just knowing that one of the best players in the prefecture was observing him so closely...

Well, it was entirely too much.

“...Earth to shorty! Are you listening to me?”

A sing-songy voice grabbed Hinata’s focus and reminded him where he was. He lifted his head and saw Oikawa looking at him expectantly while spinning a slightly deflated volleyball in his hands. Once he realized he’d zoned out again, he sputtered out a meek apology with a slight bow.

“Y, yeah! Sorry!!”

“You’ve been zoning out a lot today. Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

There was no way he could actually tell him how he really felt. It was way too embarrassing. Instead, he shook his head and ignored the heat creeping up his neck, hoping Oikawa wouldn’t notice his agitation.

“Nothing! Please toss me the ball again, I’ll hit it harder this time!”

He knew Oikawa wasn’t convinced, but he shrugged it off anyway and dropped the subject for the time being, much to Hinata’s relief. 

They started talking about proper jumping forms, and Hinata did his best to listen. He met Oikawa’s intense gaze, focusing all his efforts on keeping eye contact and in turn neglected to register his words. He nodded every once in a while, but in truth it was difficult to keep listening when he was looking at him so intently.

It became impossible, however, when Oikawa started touching him. 

“... And you twist your midsection, just like this.”

Hinata tensed up as soon as he felt Oikawa’s large hands around his waist. He flinched, more noticeably than he would’ve liked, but managed to choke back a yelp. Praying Oikawa hadn’t noticed, his hopes were dashed when he saw the setter smirking in amusement.

“Relax, shorty. I’m not going to bite your head off.”

“Sorry!!” Hinata spit out.

He flinched again when Oikawa’s fingers brushed against the underside of his forearm, feeling more vulnerable and exposed than ever. Despite that, he obeyed when his senpai told him to lift his arms higher while he was spiking. He heard the third year chuckling under his breath, so quietly that it was almost inaudible. 

Was he doing this on purpose? 

It seemed so, with the way he always gently placed his hands on Hinata’s waist, the soft snicker he tried to hide every time Hinata twitched, the slight pressure and wriggling of his fingers against the thin fabric of his t-shirt… it couldn’t possibly be an accident.

Oikawa was onto him.

“Uh, Oikawa-san? It’s getting kind of late… shouldn’t we close up the gym now?” 

He didn’t really want to stop, but he knew he’d make a fool of himself if he stayed any longer. After he raced through his question in a panicked tone, Oikawa raised one eyebrow and gave him a peculiar look.

“What’s this? Hinata Shouyo wants to stop playing volleyball? Pigs must be flying.”

“Sorry!! It’s just that… I’m having some trouble focusing today and I don’t know why!”

“Hmm, well alright. I guess that’s enough for today.”

Hinata breathed a sigh of relief as Oikawa started making his rounds, picking up the discarded volleyballs laying uselessly around the court. He was full of confidence and self-assurance even in mundane moments like this, walking with his head held high and his chest out like a warrior. He was truly worthy of the title Great King. The first year felt warmth spread in his cheeks, thinking about how much of an honor it was that Oikawa wanted to practice with him and him alone.

Once everything was put away and the net was neatly rolled up, Oikawa put one arm around Hinata’s neck and led him to the nearest bench where the two of them plopped down. It happened so fast Hinata didn’t have a chance to protest.

“So, what’s on your mind? You can tell your senpai,” he purred in his ear, making him shudder in place. He was sitting so close to him, their thighs were practically touching, and Hinata felt his palms start to sweat. He rubbed them against his shorts while he attempted to put words to his thoughts.

“Um… well, I… uh...”

“Come on, why so jumpy? I’m not that scary, am I?” Oikawa poked his side playfully, eliciting a sharp squeal from the first year.

“-Aaaah!”

At first, Oikawa’s eyes widened. Then, his lips parted slightly before the corners of his mouth began to turn upwards. Hinata could practically see the gears turning in his head, until suddenly it was like a lightbulb had been turned on. His eyes lit up while he cracked an all-knowing grin and suddenly Hinata felt very, very nervous.

“Ohhh. You’re ticklish, aren’t you? 

“No!! I mean, yeah! I mean, wait, wait!!”

The extra emphasis on that word made Hinata fidget even more. He crossed his arms across his chest and shook his head frantically, doing a terrible job convincing the devious-looking setter who was inching closer and closer by the second. 

“I knew it. You were so squirmy every time I touched you. Do you like being tickled?”

“Whahahat?”

Oikawa poked his side again, this time a little higher near his ribs. The sensation felt like lightning and shot through his body, causing him to jump back and let out another undignified squeal. He poked him again, and again, and again, until he finally broke out into cheery little giggles that echoed loudly throughout the gymnasium.

“I don’t hear a ‘no’. Does that mean you like it?”

“Ahahahahaha! Wahahait!!”

Hinata was too flustered to do anything but laugh. His cheeks felt like they were on fire, and he didn’t dare look Oikawa in the eyes. He squeezed them both shut as his senpai gave up the pokes and instead stroked the length of his sides, humming a tune while Hinata snickered and tried to twist away. Then, out of nowhere, he wrapped his hands around his kouhai’s waist like lobster claws and dug in. He alternated between harder squeezes and light scribbles, as if experimenting with different techniques to see which affected him the most. The squeezing really made him cackle, so he stuck with that method for a bit longer.

“Ehehehehee! GAHAHAHA!”

“Not gonna answer? I guess I’ll just keep going, then~...”

Hinata batted weakly at his hands, already spent after just a few seconds. In a moment of misjudgement he raised his arms to try and grab Oikawa’s wandering hands, and once the setter saw an opening, he dug his fingers into his underarms and wiggled them all around until Hinata sounded like he was going to shatter. He clamped his arms down at his sides in defense, but the setter just took hold of his wrists and held them firmly behind his back. This left his midriff wide open, and the third year took the chance to scribble his fingers across his belly. Hinata tried his best to hold back his laughter, but he exploded once Oikawa began circling his belly button with one finger. Unable to break free from his iron grip, he gave up fighting and simply writhed in place as he was tickled all over.

“Pppftblt, Oikawahahahaha!!”

“That’s my name! Wow, your arms are shaking. It’s so hard to get away when I’m holding you, isn’t it?”

Hinata shrieked in response and started to thrash even harder, still too weak to get out of his grasp. Oikawa was tickling a really sensitive spot, a squishy area right next to his belly button, and was so fllittering and soft that all he could do was giggle like a little baby.

“Oho, is this a bad spot?”

Unable to form words, Hinata just nodded as tears pricked the corners of his eyes. It was overwhelming, but it was giving him a rush like no other. He couldn’t stop smiling or laughing, and his stomach felt like a horde of butterflies were fluttering all around. Getting tickled by Oikawa was making him feel so giddy, it was so silly and ridiculous and embarrassing... and much more fun than he ever could have imagined.

“Awww, it's really bad, isn't it? Especially when I tickle it like this?”

The orange-haired player’s laughter reached a new octave when Oikawa scribbled the back of his nails on the same spot, but much more softly and at a quicker pace than he expected. It was almost more maddening than the harder tickles, which he would’ve preferred at this point over these teasy flutters. Keeping up his exploration, he hopped around from one side to the other to gauge his overall reactions. Whenever Hinata’s laughter grew in volume, he’d stay there until the spiker fell into silent laughter.

Finally, after who knows how long, he felt his senpai’s hand leave his body and release his wrists. He opened his eyes, out of breath and gasping for air, only to see Oikawa beaming down at him. His face was already flushed, and seeing that only made it redder.

“Alright, that’s enough for now. I’ll have to remember this, though!”

Oikawa handed him an ice cold bottle of water from the cooler next to the bench and waited until he finished drinking it all before speaking again. Hinata listened through his haggard breathing, now feeling a little embarrassed about the whole ordeal.

“Hey, shorty. Loosen up a little, will ya? We’re friends now, so you don't have to be so nervous around me.”

“Right!!”

Hinata felt his strong arm drape itself across his shoulder again and fought the urge to lean against his chest.

“Oh, and Hinata? I won't tell anyone, but I’m definitely going to tease you about this again.”

“What?!?”

“What.”

Oikawa smiled innocently, as if he hadn’t just tickled poor Hinata to death. He feigned ignorance for the next few minutes until Hinata finally gave up, full of steam and too fatigued to argue. He ran off to grab his backpack and athletic bag before meeting Oikawa at the exit. They shut off the lights and made their way home together, both players feeling warm and dizzy without quite understand why.

[gacy-lajla]

karasuno x trans!reader

warnings: accidental and intended misgendering, transphobic comments like twice and probably a curse or two

summary: after outing yourself as a trans man you were forced to live with your uncle Ittetsu Takeda and transfer schools

a/n: heya i’ve been binge watching haikyuu this past month or less (currently through half of season 4) and i just really really wanted to read some content where the reader is transgender!! i’m agender (they/them or he because we don’t have neutral pronouns where i live)

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Training started just like always, after a quick warm up everyone got back to improving on their skills. The team worked like clockwork as they practised as a group – of course not leaving out a little banter here and there. Coach Ukai was currently talking outside with Takeda which was nothing too out of the ordinary. The team was used to depend on themselves and coordinate accordingly. What they didn’t expect was for the two absentees to enter with a third person again. You. Tanaka and Nishinoya were the first to react, curiosity making the served ball drop.

“Is that a new manager?” Nishinoya’s eyes lit up as he took in the figure of the new person – Karasuno sure was lucky in that regard, it seemed.

“She looks cute, but not as cute as our Kiyoko!”, Tanaka added in, standing next to the Libero.

The other players attention was on you shortly after, taking your presence in before Sugawara scolded the two friends for being distracted that easily and to keep their eyes on the ball. They were about to resume when Takeda called for everyone’s attention. Quickly gathering around the coach, the teacher and the newcomer they bowed their heads in greeting, just as you did.

Harshly giving you two pats on your left shoulder blade Ukai made you step forward with himself, giving you a reassuring smile in the process. You rubbed your cold hands together, nervousness taking over your body as all eyes were now set on you. Catching on quickly the man introduced you to the team himself.

“Everyone, this is (y/n), a third year. He recently transferred to this school and will be joining our team from now on, I expect you to be respectful towards him.”

You bowed again giving a small “pleased to meet you”, thankful that Ukai spared you of making a fool out of yourself by tripping over your own words. After that you got a short introduction from everyone, trying your best to remember their names immediately but that wasn’t really your forte so you just told yourself you’d pay attention to the others calling each other’s names.

After that you warmed yourself up to join them in the actual training. During that time you couldn’t help but listen in on some of the conversations as there wasn’t much else to focus on.

“Isn’t that a girl? Why is she training with the boys?”

“Yeah, wouldn’t it be better if she just joined the girl’s training?”

“I heard that she’s actually a he.”

You didn’t pay attention to who was talking – they seemed not to be part of the volleyball club – but it sure hit you in the most vulnerable of all places. Just until recently you had been playing with the girls from your former school. You actually transferred because, after coming out as trans, you have been excluded from any gendered club activities as the authority was unsure about how to handle a case such as yourself. There were also some actions inside of school which convinced you that your former school was not the ideal place for you to stay at. Not only that but your parents sent you to stay with your uncle – Ittetsu Takeda – because obviously you were ungrateful towards them. Not that you really mind, he’s much nicer and way more understanding – well, still in the process of understanding, but at least he’s trying his best, which was nice.

“It’s weird calling someone with boobs ‘he’.”

Your jog slowed down, your mind trying to focus on suppressing tears that threatened to appear. Taking a deep breath you gained some tempo again before taking a stop next to the coach again.

“I think I’ve warmed up enough, am I supposed to just… join them?”

Ukai nodded so you continued to walk towards the line waiting to receive their spikes. In your old team you didn’t really have a set position, rotating it around inside the group as the sport wasn’t taken too seriously. Though opponents were cautious of you every time you went out on an attack you had to admit that you had more fun in a defensive position, receiving the ball was one of the best feelings you could imagine while playing on the field. But when it came to skill you would probably be considered an all-rounder.

It didn’t take long until it was your turn to hit the ball – two setters being present making progress like clockwork. You got a pass from a grey haired boy, Sugawara if you remembered correctly. It was easy to remember him, he just had a sweet aura about him which made it easy to remember his name. The moment the ball hit your hand and the ground on the opposite side of the net immediately after, silence befell the room. The Libero didn’t manage to get the ball by a hairs width. Turning towards the setter you nervously played with your hands.

“Could you try to pass the ball a little higher next time? I might not be the tallest person but I can jump pretty high.”

After a brief silence a smile flashed on his face – which you immediately returned -, giving you a thumbs up. “Sure!”

Moving out of the way a boy about your height came up to you, looking at you with bright and sparkling eyes. You didn’t remember his name but you were quite sure he was a first year.

“Can you show me how you did that? When did you learn that?”

You were stunned into silence for a second, wondering what he could possibly mean. He must’ve meant your spike, right? You’ve noticed that they tended to spike their balls quite far which you didn’t – a force of habit since in your old team your teammates struggled to get the ball higher up most of the time. Rubbing the back of your neck nervously you chuckled a bit.

“Well, my old team didn’t really have a setter that managed to keep the ball at the perfect height every time so I had to adapt, I guess? So when I jump too high I just try to get the ball on the other side as close to the net as possible. It took me some time not to touch the net in the process but with enough training it just happens less frequently.”

“Woah, that’s so cool! Do you mind staying after training so you can show me, please?”

“Sure, I don’t see why not.”

After that you got quite comfortable with Sugawara’s sets which never seemed to falter. It finally felt like you were playing volleyball with people who shared the same enthusiasm as yourself which was a nice change. After a few more turns everyone was gathered again. The coach announce that you’d be playing one set before packing up for the day.

The opposing team consisted of Daichi, Sugawara, Tanaka, Kinoshita, Hinata, Yamaguchi and Nishinoya. You were teamed up with Asahi, Ennoshita, Narita, Kageyama and Tsukishima. To be honest, you really hoped you’d end up with the setter you’ve been training with already but that wishful thinking should apparently be denied. You wondered if the coach did it on purpose because he noticed you avoiding the other setter until now? Whatever it was there was no time to complain, not that you actually would.

You started in the back left – thankfully not serving the ball as you struggled most with it. You always made little mistakes, if it was throwing the ball too high or too low, but most commonly not noticing that you stepped over the line. Yes, when you hit the ball you usually hit it hard but if it didn’t reach the other side of the net or flew into the out there was no use to it.

The whistle ripped you out of your thoughts, focusing on the game. Yamaguchi had the first serve. It seemed like the ball was heading straight for Ennoshita next to you but in the last moment it drifted off to the side towards you. Noticing this you quickly sprang into action, diving for the ball. Despite managing to touch it there was no way of it to be saved, the first point going to the opposite team. That had to be a jump float serve! Impressed you looked at the boy breathing a quiet ‘woah’ before resuming your position. Ennoshita turned toward you as well.

“You react quick, I’m sure we’ll get the next one!”

You smiled at him, nodding.

The next serve was easier to react to as Yamaguchi failed to hit the ball right, resulting in Ennoshita successfully receiving. Next thing you knew your teams setter passed the ball towards the guy with the ponytail in front of you, spiking the ball with confidence only to be received by Daichi.

“Good spike!”, you cheered the guy in front of you, receiving a shy ‘thanks’ in return.

The other team struggled a little with the received ball, the second touch not reaching the setter resulting in a successful block from the tall blonde with the glasses, earning your first point. Encouraging words were exchanged and your team rotated its players clockwise, you now standing in the front left, ponytail standing to your right and Ennoshita behind you, Narita having the next serve. His hit seemed a little unstable but ended up rolling over the net, earning you yet another point.

His next serve seemed more intentional but was easily received by Daichi once more, passing the ball to Sugawara who set the ball nicely for Tanaka, but the tall blonde managed to touch the ball taking a direct course towards Narita once again who passed the ball towards your setter. You took the opportunity to run forward, either receiving the ball or distracting the other players – you assumed that he’d play to the ponytail guy again since the middle blocker was smaller by a few heads and thus less likely to block the ball. Sugawara, opposite of you, kept you covered, not joining the small redhead. And just as you predicted ponytail got the ball. What took you a little by surprise was the height the first year student reached, he was easily on par with you. But that didn’t help as a point was scored nonetheless.

The game went on, a head to head game. Your team had 12 points while the opponents had 14. You had scored none of the points, the setter not having played once in your direction. It bugged you, yes, but you also tried to be mindful. You’ve never had any interaction with that guy so it would be hard for both of you to get used to one another, possibly making you lose more points than you would gain.

You nervously fiddled with the volleyball in your hands. It was time for your first serve and your gut was telling you something really bad was about to happen. You’d definitely screw this one up. You really wished you’d practised your serves a little more now. If you didn’t jump you probably wouldn’t be able to score at all because you knew from experience that your standing serves always ended in home runs. Gulping down whatever was blocking your airway the moment you heard the whistle you took a deep breath before throwing the ball. Taking a few quick steps you jumped, dread filling you the moment you hit the ball with all of your might. It wouldn’t be high enough.

Oh no.

A loud thud was heard and the person in front of you stumbled a little forward, holding the back of his head before falling to his knees. Panicked you rushed towards the setter, the looming silence making you wince with every squeaky step you took.

“I’m so, so incredibly sorry! Are you okay? I didn’t mean to hit you like that-”

You cut yourself off the moment the dark haired setter whipped his head around and glared at you. Taking a few steps back others rushed to his side, helping him up asking if he was alright. Reassuring them that he was alright everyone went back to their positions, albeit reluctantly. And not like this situation was humiliating enough already, the moment the coach spoke up you really wanted to be swallowed by the ground.

“(y/n), you stepped over the line.”

You felt your soul leave your body, Asahi, now to your left tried to assure you that everything was alright. But for the rest of the game you didn’t dare call out for the ball once, not having scored once in the end despite winning by a narrow margin. You really feel like you’ve fucked up this one.

After cleaning up you quickly threw on a sweater to keep yourself warm. You were about to call out to you uncle to wait for you when something quick made you stop abruptly. It was Hinata.

“Do you still don’t mind showing me that spike you did? It was really awesome and I want to see it again!”

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a/n: thank you for reading! I’m not sure how i want to continue this, i might just turn this into one overall thing with no focus on one character (i’d probably write something similar for other schools as well) or i might split off from here so there would be different ‘routes’ (also including other schools! as in karasuno reader and kuroo, bokuto, akaashi or whoever)

feedback regarding this would be nice :0 have a nice morning, day, evening or night <3

[haikyuu-appreciation-club]

•Class Fight•

Terushima x F!Reader

warnings: language + violence

genre: fluff + a lil bit of angst

word count: 2.6k

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The sound of volleyball’s slamming against the floor echoed throughout the gym. The boys of Johzenji’s volleyball club were currently practicing for an upcoming game with Karasuno Highschool. None of them were particularly interested in practice but it was something to occupy their after school schedules so they attended none the less. Currently, half of the boys were on one side of the net practicing their spike. The other half were on the opposite side practicing receiving the spikes that were being sent over. Terushima stepped up to receive a spike when the door of the gym flew open. There in the doorway stood an out of breath Kazuma hunched over with his hands on his knees. An angry voice caused him to straighten up.

“ How many times have i told you about being late to practice you idiot!” Misaki spat while gripping her clipboard in frustration.

Despite the eyes boring into his sweaty figure, Kazuma spoke between breaths,

“Courtyard.......fight.......Y/N” he managed to get out before slouching against the wall.

Terushima’s eyes widened at the mention of his significant other’s name. He immediately dropped his form and sprinted out of the gym, yelling an apology to everyone while he was still within earshot. This wasn’t the first time you got into a fight. Although it didn’t happen particularly often, you didn’t mind getting physical with people when necessary. Terushima had known that, hell he practically knew everything about you by now. 

You and Terushima had met your first year of middle school. He had been carelessly running through the hallways with some of his friends. You on the other had had just left your classroom, irritated that you had to be held from lunch just to get a pointless scolding from your teacher. Both of you had not been paying attention to your surroundings while traveling down the narrow walkway and ended up colliding. You two ended in an awkward position to say the least. You were laying uncomfortably on the cold concrete while Terushima’s arms were on either side of you, holding himself up, with your legs intertwined. You looked up at the boy, cheeks dusted with red due to the little space between you two and a scowl which softened when he returned your gesture with an award winning grin,

“Hey you’re pretty cute! Probably even cuter with a smile though.” 

He lifted one of his hands while balancing himself on the other and poked the middle of your forehead. Normally you would’ve been pretty irritated with this gesture but you let out a laugh instead. You swatted his hand away as he laughed right along with you. You smirked,

“You aren’t too bad yourself.”

It was now his turn to blush. He pushed himself off of you and got to his feet. He held a hand out to you and you gratefully took it, allowing him to lift you up off the ground. You dusted off your skirt and thanked him. He just smiled and nodded. You were about to continue your walk to the cafeteria until you felt a tug at your wrist. You turned around and looked down to find Terushima gripping you're blazer. You looked up at him as he spoke,

“You wanna come eat lunch with me and my friends?”

 A smile spread across your face as you nodded eagerly. His eyes lit up as he began to pull you in the direction of the others. Before you reached the group of his friends he turned to you once again,

“By the way, the name’s Yūji Terushima!”

“Y/N L/N”

Terushima kept running until he reached the courtyard. There he found a large group of students bunched up in a circle. From the middle of the group he heard your projected voice mixed with another’s. He pushed through the crowd, mumbling what he meant to be words of politeness but it never actually reached anyone’s ears, since they were currently submerged in the scene unfolding in front of them. When he finally reached the middle, he understood the hold you had on their interest. You were currently on top of a girl, harshly pinning her wrists to the ground as you screamed in her face. Your face and body were dusted with bruises and you were sporting a bloody nose. The girl underneath you looked a little more on the unlucky side. She had a nasty black eye and cuts and bruises were scattered across her body. She had tears in her eyes and a scowl on her face as she shrunk back with each word you spit at her. Terushima sensed that if he let this go on any longer you were sure to get expelled or put this girl in the hospital. Weighing on the options, both seemed like pretty poor outcomes so he walked over to you and the girl. You didn’t notice the sudden presence behind you until you felt strong arms wrap around your torso. You tried hitting the unknown figure, angry that they were meddling in a situation that they weren’t involved in, that was until you heard a whisper in your ear,

“ Woah there princess, it’s just me alright”

You stop resisting once you recognized the familiar voice. You peered over your shoulder and met the brown eyes that you knew so well. His eyes scanned over your face and your figure, as if to analyze the damage that had been done. He smiled at you softly as he turned you to fully face him and brushed your messy hair behind your ear. Shoving his hand in his pocket, he dug around and pulled out a handkerchief. He pressed the fabric to your nose, grabbed your hand, and  put your hand in place of his, making sure to have you pinch the bridge of your nose to stop the bleeding.

“ Come on, lets go get you cleaned up.”

His soft smile turned into a playful grin as he intertwined his fingers with yours and pulled you in the direction of the nurse’s office. You could tell he was still worried but he tried to mask it with his usual child-like persona. Your mouth was pulled into a thin line, occasionally letting a soft giggle leave your lips at the jokes Terushima cracked. His attempts to lighten the mood and fight the silence that was slowly filling the atmosphere were somewhat working, but your mind was focused elsewhere. You were disappointed in yourself. You always got yourself into situations that your boyfriend had to save you from. It’s not as if you were some damsel in distress but you were just so stubborn that you always ended up getting yourself into things but never thinking of how you would get yourself out. You genuinely felt bad and wondered how long it would be until Terushima grew tired. Hell, he’s already had to deal with your shit for five years, how much more could he possibly handle.

 You were so immersed in your thoughts that you didn’t even realize you reached your destination until Terushima picked you up by your waist and plopped you down onto one of the beds in the nurses office. He looked around the empty room and sighed,

“I guess Dr. Yūji is at your service!”

he pointed both his thumbs at himself and gave you a grin. You returned his enthusiasm with a small smile as he went around the room in search for the supplies he would need to tend to your wounds. You watched as he pranced around the room, sifting through drawers and cabinets and gathering supplies in his arms. After a few minutes of snooping, Terushima walked back over to you and dropped the things he had gathered on the bed beside you. He grabbed a chair from behind him and flipped it so the back of the chair was closest to you. He sat facing you and rested his arms across the top of the chair. He sat back up and clapped his hands together,

“Alright then babe, let’s get to work.”

Terushima got up and sifted through the pile that was to your left. He grabbed a wash cloth from the pile and walked over to the sink on the other side of the room. He ran the cloth under the cool water and rung it out. Walking back over to you he sat down and scooted the chair closer to you so you were inches apart. He began lightly scrubbing away at the dirt and semi-dried blood on your face, humming a tune as he did. To be completely honest, Yūji noticed your difference in behavior right away and he knew it wasn’t due to your recent brawl. However, he knew you weren't one to spew your feeling so he decided to ease into getting information out of you. He continued to care for your wounds, cleaning off your body and bandaging anything that needed to be bandaged. Your bloody nose was long gone and he had gave you ice pack in place of the now soiled handkerchief.  You stayed quiet until he finished wrapping the last bandaid around your finger. He finished off by placing your face in between his hands and peppering it with small kisses, making sure to be careful of the sore areas. He leaned back, your face still in his hands, and you watched as his expression hardened a bit. 

“Okay, now that you’re good as new, what’s up with you?”

Your heart stopped for a moment. Of course he would notice. You would never guess but Teru was very observant when it came to the people he cared about. He had always been able to decipher your mood swings and rough patches in life, no matter how hard you tried to hide it. You shifted your gaze away from him and tried to get through this interrogation without letting down the front you put up.

“What are you talking about Yūji?”

“Well to start off, I had to pull you off that girl from class 3 earlier and you’ve been acting weird ever since. Don’t think I haven’t noticed Y/N, you’ve never been good at hiding this type of stuff.”

“First of all, that was supposed to be a calm confrontation. If that asshole wouldn’t have tried to punch me, we wouldn’t have had a problem.” you sighed, continuing with trying to soothing your boyfriends suspicions, “ I’m fine, really. I’m just irritated with what happened today.”

You looked up to meet Terushima’s gaze, hoping he bought that crap you just pulled out of your ass. Safe to say, based on his facial expressions, he saw right through your bullshit. He sighed and stood up from where he was sitting, placing the chair back in it’s original spot. He walked back over to the bed, pushed the supplies to the side, and sat beside you. Words began to meet your ears as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you to lean into his chest. 

“Y/N, I really don’t want to push but I need to know what’s happening in that pretty little head of yours. We can’t get anywhere if we don’t talk to each other and you know that.”

You did know that, probably better than anyone. It was just so difficult to voice the worries that swarmed your head and your heart at the moment. You were nervous about the future. You had gotten so comfortable with the feeling of being with your lover that you genuinely could not imagine life without him. Losing him had been a fear you had ever since you got close to him. You were nervous about his reaction to your overwhelming thoughts which was the main thing keeping you from being honest and open with him. Despite all that, you knew Terushima deserved the truth even if it was difficult to tell him. So, you blurted out the first thing on your mind before you could back out, 

“Why haven’t you left me yet?”

Terushima’s eyes widened as his heart dropped. What the hell were you talking about? Did you want him to leave you? Why would he leave someone he’s in love with? His head swarmed with questions as he looked at you. Your eyes were currently glued to the floor as tears pooled at their brims. Teru finally broke the silence,

“Why would I leave you Y/N?”

You couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down your cheeks and in that moment, every single barrier you put up came crashing down. You could no longer hold your emotions in and you decided to finally let your boyfriend hear what you've been keeping to yourself all along,

“I put you through hell Yūji. You can’t possibly sit here and tell me I'm not a handful. I’m scared that one of these days you’re gonna get tired of my shit and I'll lose you.” you sucked in a shaky breath and finished what you wanted to get off your chest, “I’m sorry, I can’t say it enough. I have no idea how you managed to put up with my shit all these years but I shouldn’t have put you through that.” 

You hated feeling like you were giving him a damn sob story but your filter had been put on hold at the moment. You harshly wiped at the tears that were blurring your vision. Unbeknownst to you, Terushima had his own share of tears sliding down his face. He swiftly pulled you into his chest and wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head before he let his own thoughts spill out,

“Y/N, I'm going to get really cheesy right now but I love you and nothing could possibly change that. Sure, sometimes you can be a pain in my ass but I know I'm equally one in yours. What fun would our relationship be if we were perfect all the time, ya know?” 

He pulled you away from his chest and cupped your face in his hands, using his  thumb to wipe away the remaining tears before they joined the others that had already stained your face. He gave you a toothy smile despite his own tears. You smiled right back at him and lifted your own hands to wipe his tears as well. 

He grasped the hand that was drying his face and pulled it behind him, causing you to gravitate in his direction. He used this opportunity to connect his lips with yours. The kiss was soft and sweet but it spoke so much louder than words ever could. You could feel the love filling your lungs and spreading throughout your body as your lips moved in sync. You pulled apart to catch your breath and his signature smirk painted his face,

“You’re not getting rid of me that easy Y/N, I'm in this for the long run baby.”

You let out a laugh and wrapped your arms around his neck pulling his close to you. He wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, returning the hug. It was quiet for a bit, just breathing in the scent of his cologne, until you felt his breath against your ear. He spoke in a hushed tone,

“I love you so much Y/N”

You smiled as your grip on him tightened slightly,

“I love you too Yūji”

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can you write something where the s/o is on the girls team? i love your writing btw! ^for kags

i have a feeling that this wasn’t an angst request lmaoo

thanks to @kingtamakimurder and @kenmaksuwu for helping me out!

warning(s): angst, character death, a lil graphic stuff

your elusive dream-boy - tobio kageyama x (fem)reader

you felt him everywhere. when you would jump up to hit the ball for your serve, you could feel his hands on your shoulders and arm, directing you how to move your body to hit it at your strongest power. when you would pull the knee pads up your legs, you could feel his warm and calloused hands trailing your skin afterwards, but not lingering long enough to get addicted. when your team mates hugged you after a victory, you could feel his warm and broad chest up against yours, his arms enveloping your exhausted body and sending tingles up your skin, making you feel at home.

not only did you feel him everywhere, you saw him too. he lingered around you like a shadow; surrounding you in the dark and just out of reach in the light. when you would set the ball, he would be there, the opponent on the other side, right at the net. when you would practice your spiking, he would be there, blocking them. when you would go to refill your bottle, he would be there, his back turned to you as he refills his bottle, before walking off.

he was there but wasn���t at the same time. he was like those annoying mosquitoes that no matter how fast or how good your reflexes are, you can never seem to smack them. he was your elusive dream-boy. you even thought it was a ghost at one time, but that didn’t matter, because he wasn’t supposed to be there. he never had this much free time to be following you around, he should’ve been in practice instead, or rather, dead.

but no matter how dead he really was, there was something about this mirage that you made you want it to stay. maybe it was because of how greedy you were, clinging onto any memories that he had, because you were never ready to say goodbye.

you never would be.

or maybe it was the universe punishing you. for not being there on time. for not saying ‘I love you’ in time. for not letting go of him already.

the way he went out was pretty simple, a driver on his phone hits an unsuspecting boy as he tried to cross the street. they never knew why he was crossing the street, but you knew he was going to the flower stall where he got you your favourite flowers whenever he went out. it wasn’t anything special. it made the newspaper headlines for a week or two, ‘team mates hold ceremony in memory of pro volleyball athlete.’ he would reach people’s mouths for a while too, ‘he had so much potential’, ‘he was so young, how shameful’ or ‘I hope they put the driver behind bars for life.’ they never seemed to understand that it doesn’t matter what happened to the driver, there would still be blood seeping out of his head and onto the hood of the light blue car hood.

he would still be as lifeless as the chemistry books resting in the shelves of a delinquent student.

he would still be dead.

he would still be only a memory, forgotten and eluded over time.

but no matter what, he never left you. he was always there, even after death.

overtime, you got used to it. it was almost second nature to check if he was there or not. you never needed to check because he always was, but you feared that if you looked away for a second, he’d be taken away from you again, like your acknowledgement of him was the only thing keeping him here. you were the only thing keeping him here.

but maybe he didn’t need to be kept here any longer, make it was time for him to go. but you never knew what the right time was. the concept was always so weird to you, some would say that time is a social construct, others would say that it governs your body or even that it restricts empowerment. you knew the second one was partially true, but the concept was so abstract that it never had a definite answer. it made it harder for you to decide when you needed to let him go. especially because you knew, that if you never made the decision to date him, he would be earning trophies and getting interviewed.

“why are you still here?” you had asked him one winter morning, as you both sat on your porch stairs.

your breath went out as smoke from your mouth like a fire breathing dragon, joining the smoke that your warm cup of tea made as you both sat on the steps. the distant chirping of the migrating birds were loud yet empty, almost as if it was inviting you to mark the snow with your spirit and to sing along.

he didn’t answer, but for the first time you felt like he was actually looking at you for once, his dark blue eyes piercing into your side profile. you could feel them rake over your features, as if he were analysing a new object and regaining his surroundings or as if he were looking for the last time and wanted to memorise it.

he kept staring at you, till the point you felt slightly conscious about your face, almost wanting to mould everything into something else like clay. you had always wanted to melt away in the most uncomfortable situations, escaping to some gutter or drain, but his stare made you realise that you still had a face, even if you couldn’t feel it. that’s how the rest of the morning went. his stare burning into the back of your head. he might as well have tattooed his eyes onto you.

but just like time, the answer was never definitive and never given, and you didn’t know what to do. maybe you needed to actually tell yourself that the boy who hit you in the head with his jump serve and insulted you afterwards was really dead. that maybe he wasn’t going to be there to wrap up your knee injuries or scold you for keeping your nails too long. that maybe his time on earth was enough and he really needed to go.

so, little by little, he started appearing less, and you couldn’t feel him as strongly as before. you did start feeling a certain pang of sadness in your throat whenever he wouldn’t be there in your sight, but it wasn’t sad enough to pull out the tears from your eyes.

and little by little, you didn’t have enough time to focus on him. exams and practice was all that was on your mind, and sometimes he would squeeze in whenever there was space, like a mouse when escaping from a cat and diving in between the walls.

but he was pushed to the back of your mind, and you barely noticed or cared to look for him anymore. you didn’t want to admit it, but at times you would will him to appear when you felt yourself drifting off into your own world of school.

that’s how it was for the remainder of your years at karasuno high school. you were droned into a monotonous routine of studying, eating, practicing and sleeping, barely even stepping out to hang with your team-mates or friends. you seemed to like it better that way, all alone to do something productive or just be bored by yourself. in those times you were by yourself, you could feel a tightening tension in your throat, like you were waiting for something you didn’t know of. you would grip onto your shirt whenever that would happen, wanting to tear the murky feeling out.

it was surprising yet expected when that ‘thing’ you were waiting for was on your graduation day, when you found yourself face to face with him on the court.

everything was slightly dark but the lights from the main school building gave a soft glow to the gym, as if it were apart of your dream, a dream you knew you didn’t want to wake up from because he was there, right on the other side of the net.

he looked as fresh as the day you first met him. he was practicing after hours and accidentally served a ball out of the gym, hitting you in the leg as you passed by to go home from your own practice. he came running out, his face flushed unevenly and sweat dripping down it. the look he gave you told you he didn’t have the patience for you, but the moment you asked if you could help, it changed to annoyance. maybe it wasn’t the best first impression, but it wasn’t the last.

even with the grids of the net blocking the whole view of him, you could still tell he was as beautiful as the day he confessed to you. his raven silky and arrogant, his face pale yet full of life, his lips loud yet secretive and his eyes, dark and inviting.

the net felt so rough yet so familiar as you put your forehead against it, the pleasant warm and soft feeling of his forehead greeting yours. it was almost like you both were meeting at a border, you both were right there yet so far away. and like at a border, he watched you cry. he watched as the drops raced down your skin, very much the same way his fingers would, but he knew you weren’t sad, you were just so happy to see him one last time.

taking a few breaths in and holding in your sniffles, you talked, not caring that your voice cracked, “happy graduation, tobio. I would tease you for not being able to graduate because of how dumb you are at studies, but you still would have, because you could easily work hard if you wanted you, and I’m sure you would have bothered me to tutor you. you would have graduated with all your medals dangling on your neck, and you would get so annoyed by how loud they would clatter that you would hide them in your gown. in fact, they did mention you at the end. ‘tobio kageyama, the king of the court.’ I knew you would have grown to love the name, hinata told me so.”

he wondered how you could chuckle in such a sad situation. it’s actually one of the things he admired about you, knowing not to give up. it’s what attracted him most to you.

“fuck, I miss you so much. I know I’ll never be able to let go of you because you make a room in my heart and left all of your stupid books and equipment in there and I can’t move it. it will always hurt to think about you, because you aren’t fucking here, graduating with me or exploring the world like we wanted to, mapping off countries which we’ve been too for matches. we were supposed to be the setters couple, the best in the world. but it’s okay, I understood that you had to move on, and maybe you’re doing better things right now. but so am I, I’m going to join the national team and win every single match for you.”

the tears were so hot against your skin, you could almost believe that you were in a sauna. your nose was blocked and sniffling and your throat hurt so much with how many words you wanted to say but couldn’t. looking into his eyes, you could see a flicker of sadness, but what really caught you was that he was smiling. he did smile around you a lot, but this smile said it was the last one.

“I love you tobio kageyama, I love you for everything that you were and everything that you did. you will always be apart of me and each time I set the ball, you’re always going to be there, guiding me. I just want your dumbass to hit me in the head again with your serve, but we can only dream. happy graduation, tobio kageyama, everyone’s so proud of you.”

taking in his dark blue eyes for the last time, you closed yours, trying to feel his soul through his skin. even with the pain burning through your body, you could feel him and it calmed you so much, it made you understand that while there may never be the right time to let go, there didn’t have to be a right time, because he was always going to be there.

little by little, the feeling of warmth that he exuded was gone, leaving you alone in the court; the place where you both began and ended.

he was your elusive dream-boy, and he was always going to be your elusive dream-boy.

[rocorambles]

Loss and New Beginnings

Pairing: Kuroo x Kenma, (implied Bokuto x Kuroo at the end) 

Genre: Slice of Life, Fluff, Slight Angst 

Prompt courtesy of @nyxdelanuit: "Maybe we were both blind, or maybe we just didn't want to see” 

Summary: There’s a difference between loving someone and being in love with someone.

Kuroo and Kenma have always been together. It’s hard to remember a time before they became next door neighbors and were forced to hang out together by their respective families. Their first memories are filled with awkward silence and the clicking of game controllers as they quietly sit in Kenma’s room, but they’re each other’s only friend and so the silent gaming sessions continue. 

However, over time, that awkward silence transitions to a comfortable tranquility. There’s something calming about being with the other and not having to try too hard. There’s no need for stuttered small talk and there’s no anxiety of keeping up appearances. They simply relish in the quiet presence of the other in Kenma’s room as the months pass. 

More time passes and now their time together is split between video games and volleyball. Kenma hates moving unnecessarily, but watching how excited Kuroo gets and seeing the smile on his face when he blocks a ball is enough motivation for Kenma to at least physically be there on the court (even if all he’s thinking about is how he’s going to beat his game’s next level). 

Middle school finally comes to an end for Kenma and the two are now in high school together. Everyone around them knows them as best friends. You can’t have one without the other and yet, there’s a small sharp tug in Kenma’s chest as he sees Kuroo opening up and making new friends with ease while Kenma quietly watches from his side. But Kenma takes comfort in the fact that he’s still the one Kuroo walks with to and from school. He’s still the one Kuroo goes to when he’s tired of putting up a charismatic front. He’s still the only one who sees Kuroo at his most timid and vulnerable state, when Kuroo’s inner insecurities and anxiety claw their way up. And Kenma is always there to ease those worries away. 

It’s a rainy Sunday morning and Kuroo is lying on Kenma’s floor watching Kenma as he plays the newest game he just bought. The pattering of the rain almost lulls Kuroo into sleep, but a motion distracts him. His eyes trail over to Kenma who is tucking his hair behind his ears and biting his lips in concentration and Kuroo’s body moves on autopilot. All of a sudden Kenma’s line of vision is cut off by Kuroo’s towering body and his controller is gently removed from his hand and placed to the side as Kuroo crouches in front of him. Instinctively Kenma scowls at the interruption, but pauses when he sees the curious focused look in Kuroo’s eyes. Kuroo draws closer and closer until Kenma can feel his breath on his lips and then Kuroo softly closes the distance. 

The kiss is....comfortable. There aren’t fireworks. No angels are singing. And Kenma is not blushing like a lovesick girl. But there’s something nice about the way their lips mold together and how warm Kuroo’s body feels against him. After that they start dating because it just makes sense. They hold hands, cuddle, and kiss, but it never goes further than that. Their relationship is comfortable as is and neither of them have an urge to push it any further. 

Now Kuroo is a second year and is finally a starter on the volleyball team. Today they have a practice match with Fukurodani and they’re warming up when there’s an obnoxiously loud “hey, hey, hey” coming from the Nekoma gym entrance. Kuroo looks up and sees the most idiotic hairstyle he’s ever seen. Scoffing, he turns his attention back to Kenma and ruffles his hair before he steps onto the court. The match ensues and before he knows it, the dumb owl-like boy is right in front of him across the net. Set, spike, block. This is instilled in Kuroo’s brain and as the boisterous ace in front of him jumps up, Kuroo is also leaping up to block. But Kuroo is not expecting the speed or the force of the spike and it rushes past him to hit the ground. Point for Fukurodani. The ace makes eye contact with Kuroo and smirks before he turns around and yells “hey, hey, hey” as Kuroo grits his teeth in annoyance. The game continues, but for Kuroo, the world has narrowed down to just him and this annoying loudmouth. Kuroo does manage to block some of his spikes which seems to deflate the ace a bit and causes Kuroo to smirk right back at the ace, but underneath the competition, there’s a fire burning in Kuroo. There is an excitement raging through him that he’s never felt before and even when the game comes to an end with an overall win for Fukurodani, his body still thrums with passion. 

Exhausted he slumps down on the ground next to Kenma, eyes closed, a towel around his neck, and a cold water bottle in his hand when someone is tapping him on the shoulder. Blearily he opens his eyes and sees the face that’s been taunting him from across the net. “I’m Bokuto Koutarou. You have some pretty decent blocking skills.” And just like that, a new friendship forms. 

Kenma and Kuroo are still dating and glued to each other’s sides, but Kenma sees how Kuroo becomes distracted by Bokuto. He sees the tender smile on Kuroo’s lips when he receives a text from Bokuto. He hears the cackling hyena laugh when the two of them are together. And most of all, he sees the affection in Bokuto’s eyes as he stares at Kuroo. But Kuroo is still with him and that’s all that matters, so Kenma lets it go. 

Kuroo and Bokuto hang out more and more as time passes. Their friendship is one full of excitement and laughs. There’s never a dry moment when the two are together (much to the chagrin of both their teams). Chao ensues when the two join forces, but Kuroo can’t deny the overwhelming warmth and fondness he feels for the hyper owl and so they continue their silly antics. 

Kuroo and Bokuto are now third years and they’re sitting outside on a park bench eating popsicles together when Kuroo feels a tentative touch on his hand. Confused, he looks up and sees Bokuto sporting a shade of red he’s never seen before on a human face. Still in shock, Kuroo can only dumbly stare on as Bokuto’s tentative touch shifts into Bokuto holding his hand and now Bokuto is determinedly staring at him. And is he leaning closer??? Kuroo panics, but before he can do anything, Bokuto’s lips are on his and oh...this must be what those cheesy romance novels meant because it does feel like fireworks are bursting around him and he swears he can hear angel choirs in his ears. But then an image of Kenma flashes in his mind and Kuroo is shoving Bokuto away. “Bo, you know I’m dating Kenma. This is wrong!” But Bokuto is angrily in Kuroo’s face asking him to deny he felt anything in that kiss and Kuroo just stutters with tears in his eyes because no, he can’t deny that he felt the world falling into place when Bokuto kissed him...in a way that his kisses with Kenma have never made him feel.

But Kuroo leaps up and runs away, while Bokuto just sits and watches him from the bench. He runs and runs until he is crawling through Kenma’s bedroom window and sobbing into Kenma’s chest. Startled, Kenma drops his controller and tries to soothe the quivering mess in his lap. When the cries have quieted down, Kuroo tells Kenma everything and then there is just silence between the two, broken once in a while by Kuroo’s quiet sniffles. 

“Kuroo, you’re in love with Bokuto.” At those words, Kuroo frantically moves to hold Kenma tight to his chest as he denies it, but Kenma just brushes his fingers through Kuroo’s messy locks with a sad smile. “Maybe we were both blind or maybe we just didn’t want to see, but you and I have never been in love, Kuroo. We’re best friends and that will never change, but it will never be the same as what Bokuto and you have. You deserve more than just a comfortable love.” 

“I do love you though, Kenma.” “Yes, but you’re not in love with me.” And with that the two just hold each other in silence and enjoy their last intimate embrace. They stay curled up in each other until the sun sets and Kenma finally slips out of Kuroo’s hold and kisses him on the forehead. “You should probably go and figure things out with Bokuto.” Kuroo mutely nods as he brings his forehead to touch Kenma’s forehead. “I do love you. I mean it.” Kenma smiles. “I know and I love you too.” And with that Kuroo makes his way home and Kenma watches him walk away with a fond smile tinged with the bittersweet taste of loss and new beginnings.

[srhlsx]

CHAPTER 18

master | ch. 17 | ch. 19

You had watched the intense match between Aoba Johsai and Date Tech from a few rows back in the stands. Below you, a team had gathered to also watch and you soon figured it was the team from the practice match at the beginning of the school year. Their black warmups had their school name on the back and they sat with intense concentration watching the game below. You recognized one tall boy with dark hair as the one who had stopped you and Oikawa when you had spent the afternoon with his nephew, a new look was in his eyes and he seemed like a different person.

The boys had won a close game and the larger than life players of the other team silently said goodbye to their season. You decided to get up from where you were sitting, wanting to stretch a little before the next game and maybe hoping to see the team and wish them luck. You had also been messaging Kiko who said she was going to come meet you for the last match since she had been busy with her family earlier in the day. You figured meeting her at the entrance was a good excuse for wandering around the arena.

You found the team in a side hallway, finishing up a short speech from Coach Irihata about what expectations were for the game ahead of them. You silently waited off to the side as they passed by, smiling at the boys you were most familiar with and wishing them luck. Mad Dog looked at you and when you told him to kill it out there he gave you a nod of his head, which you guessed was as good of a confirmation as you were going to get.

Oikawa wrapped an arm around your neck and brought you in close for a hug. You whispered your wishes of good luck, grabbing his face as he pulled back and squishing his cheeks together while you searched for the words to say to him. “You’ve got this.” You said after a moment.

“You sound unsure,” He laughed, eyes scrunching up in a teasing manner.

“I didn’t want to be cheesy,” You hit his shoulder as he laughed and ruffled your hair. “Just… win, okay?” He nodded, giving your jacket a little tug, and walked to catch up with the rest of the team.

You shut your eyes and let out a sigh, thinking you were the last one in the hallway until you felt a presence standing behind you. You felt a deep pull in the pit of your stomach and you turned around to locked eyes with Iwaizumi who was standing behind you silently.

He stepped up to you and wrapped a hand around the back of your neck, his grip firm and purposeful but gentle as he pulled you into him and stole away your breath with a kiss. It was very short and you wanted more, but it wasn’t the place. 

He caressed your cheek with his thumb, searching your face for something you didn’t know until his eyes landed back on yours. “Cheer for me.” Was all he said before dropping his hand and walking past.

You took in a shuddering breath and braced your shoulder against the wall as you watched him round the corner. Your phone buzzed in your hand and you looked down at the ID and Kiko’s name flashed across the screen. “Hey, are you here?”

- - - - -

You watched the game with baited breath. Wanting to be able to see everything you pushed Kiko to sit in the front row of the stands. Still away from the Seijoh cheering section, of course, but close enough that you saw everything going on. The cheering section was doing their usual and it took everything in your power not to yell at that one guy who was basically singing the cheers he led.

Things were tense almost right away when Mad Dog got subbed in and stole a spike that was clearly intended for Kindaichi. You spared a sideways glance at Kiko and saw her hands were clenched into fists and were nearly shaking in her lap. When things cleared up, she still wasn’t relaxed so you reassured her. “It’s fine,” You said, setting a hand on her bouncing thigh to make it stop. “They’ve got it under control.”

You felt an intensity radiate off the court that you hadn’t felt yet from them this year. The team in black was keeping them on their toes, the set score being tied and both sides looking tired. 

Oikawa had a fire in his eyes that radiated towards everyone else, he was playing all out but a few points into the third set he was starting to get a little wild. Things were stressful and you clutched the hand railing in front of you so tightly that your knuckles had turned white and you swore you could leave dents in the metal. It took a time out for you to realize how hard you had been clenching not only the railing but your jaw, your shoulders, your toes, and you finally relaxed. Irihata had taken out Mad Dog, things calmed down, and the boys were back in business when he made his way back into the game. 

“Get your shit together,” You harshly whispered.

The little redhead was bouncing everywhere, so fast you almost couldn’t keep up with his movements and you wondered if the members of Seijoh volleyball were struggling with him as well. He scored numerous points and you were impressed considering he didn’t look much taller than you.

It was match point and the teams were meeting in a timeout. For one of these teams it was going to be the last time they all played together, for the other team they’d get to keep going. It occured to you, for the first time that entire game, that things may not go the way that everyone was hoping for. 

The ashy-haired boy from the other team took his time with his serve, sending it straight to where Iwaizumi could receive it. Oikawa neatly set the ball, Kindaichi faking a spike and Mad Dog leaping in the air to smash it down. The ball, a missle, went straight to a wing spiker for the team in black and he managed to save it with his forehead. You saw something that looked off, the dark haired setter you met switching places with the boy who had served and suddenly everyone on the team was moving at once.

From above you were sure that the set was going to the small middle blocker, but you were surprised when the ball was sent further back to their ace for a devastating spike. Hanamaki dove and saved the ball before it hit the ground, earning a yell from you from above. However, the ball was not going in the direction it needed to and Oikawa was chasing after it.

You saw him point at Iwaizumi, a fiery look in his eyes as he lept in the air and twisted his body to send the ball clear across the court. It seemed impossible, a feat that no one should be able to accomplish, but time slowed down and the ball made its way perfectly across to Iwaizumi’s waiting hand and perfect form.

You watched as Oikawa crashed into a table and chair, sending them scattering across the floor loudly. He tried to get up but slipped on the tarp that was laid out, his leg kicking out and landing hard on his bad knee. You gripped the railing again and jumped forward slightly, “No.” You gasped.

Iwaizumi spiked the ball with as much power as you’ve ever seen him use and it ricocheted off the arms of the other team’s captain. He called for a cover and another teammate was able to dive for the ball to save it from touching the ground. Their ace, a big player with long hair, slammed the ball in a long spike back to the Seijoh side. 

Watari saved it from hitting the floor but the ball spun in the net and looked dangerously close to hitting the floor until Mad Dog set his feet and stuck out his arm to save that from happening. The ball ended up back on the opposing team's side and you saw the little pest gearing up to run forward. Iwaizumi, Kindaichi, and Mad Dog had all jumped for the block but the ball blasted past and straight for Oikawa. His arms extended and he just barely clipped the ball before it was sent out the back of the court.

The air escaped your lungs and all thought left your mind. The ball dribbled on the floor and the point was added to the other team’s total. 

You weren’t sure when the air returned to your lungs. Maybe it was when you saw the younger boys start to break down as Irihata spoke to them. Maybe it was when they lined up to thank the cheering section. Maybe it was when you saw Iwaizumi bite down on this lower lip to stop the tears from streaming down his face. You wished, more than anything, that you could comfort him in that moment.

But it couldn’t be you. So you grabbed your things and offered to ride the train home with Kiko.

- - - - -

The sun had set and Oikawa and Iwaizumi were walking along the street after having eaten dinner and playing one final, tear-filled game with their fellow third years. 

The two friends were talking about their future, Iwaizumi vowing to compete against Oikawa with everything he had whenever they meet again. Oikawa promised the same, admiring his friend more in that moment than he ever had before. They bumped fists and smiled at one another before continuing on their walk.

“What will you do now?” Oikwa asked, hands resting behind his head as they walked down the street.

“I don’t know,” Iwaizumi grumbled. “Probably go home.”

Oikawa looked over and saw the still sad expression etched into his features. It would probably be a while until Iwaizumi really forgave himself for not being the winning factor for the game, their season ending was a burden he was going to carry for a long time. Oikawa hummed thoughtfully, shoving his hands into his pockets while he continued looking forward.

“You could go see (y/n)~” He sang, causing his best friend to stop in his tracks with a wide-eyed expression. “Oh, Iwa, I can obviously see there is something going on there.”

“W-wha-” Iwaizumi stuttered, flustered for one of the first times in his life. Completely horrified that the secret that was shared between the two of you, whatever secret that was, was falling apart. 

“It’s okay,” Oikawa looked over at him with a genuine smile, eyes closed with his happy expression. “She’s not really my girlfriend you know.”

Iwaizumi continued to avoid his friend’s gaze and instead kept walking forward, not sure what he was supposed to say at this point, or if there was really anything to say. “How’d you find out?” He asked.

“I didn’t really know, until you confirmed it just now.” Oikawa smirked when his friend’s ears started to turn red. “But I had a thought when she met Mad Dog and Matsu said he only acts that way around you. Plus she mentioned you guys talk, calls you Haji, I just kind of started to put some pieces together.”

Iwaizumi nodded, hands stuffed in the pockets of his pants as he watched his own feet walk down the sidewalk. “I’m sorry,” He mumbled, glancing back at Oikawa.

“I told you it’s okay!” Oikawa held up his hands and waved them around. “I’m happy if you and her are happy.” He ducked his head a little to get a look at Iwaizumi’s face as he asked the next question. “Are you happy?”

Iwaizumi looked up to the sky, the breath he released came out as a foggy plume of air in the cool night. He thought it over, for once wanting to be completely honest with his annoying best friend. He didn’t look back at Oikawa when he answered wordlessly with a nod.

“Then what are you doing still hanging out with me?”

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[seokiloquy]

Notes in Tandem - Nishinoya Yuu

AU: Mute Reader

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Nishinoya’s world was limited to the homes of his family and friends, his classrooms, and any park or gym he could find within a five-kilometre radius. To say that he had a one-track mind would be an understatement as seen by the way he would run through places without a care for who he passed or the rooms he ignored. All that was ever on his mind was what he’s doing now and where he’s going next. So the moment he found himself lost in the halls of his high school after classes had finished, Nishinoya was as perplexed, as if he had been given a puzzle without any edge pieces. Then again, it was a new school, he was bound to get lost.

He could admit, following the sound of a lone piano in a large building on your own might not always be the best plan. Or maybe it’s always the best plan, he was looking for people after all. Nishinoya pushed forward. 

The notes from the piano seemed to dance around his head in a dizzying blur. They bounced off the walls before making their way into Nishinoya’s ears. Each time a new chord was played he considered turning around, thinking the sound came from the other direction. He groaned and dragged his feet as he walked.

It wasn’t until he heard the sound of people speaking that he confirmed the location of the volleyball club meeting. The art hall. Or maybe not. He paused as he took the first few steps into the building’s wing that branched off from the main floors toward the back of the school near the auditorium. With a furrowed brow he looked down the hallways he stood between, regretting not taking the school tour.

Opening the door to the music room, Nishonya was greeted with the muffled murmurs of people not far away and an empty room. Mostly empty. Away from the bustle of club students, in the corner of the room was an old piano whose keys were getting pushed in a dizzying melodic way. Nishinoya patted his way over with gentle steps.

“Hello?” he asked as he placed a hand on the curved edge of the large instrument.

A wrong key was hit, making the music turn sour suddenly. With your shoulders raised and hands held tensely over the black and white keys. Your face scrunched together as you looked up at the boy that had interrupted your playing before shooting your nearest arm out to smack his side. 

“Hey, that hurt! No need to beat up the new students, eh?” he whined as he rubbed his hip gently. He looked back at your sitting form as your finger flipped over the pages that sat on the piano’s stand. “Uh, do you know where the volleyball team is meeting? I’m running a bit late.”

Looking up you lifted from your seat and walked a couple of steps to the large windows that made the school’s yard visible through the wall. The light from the evening sun bounced off your uniforms shoulders as you looked out of the glass. From the opposite side of the piano, Nishinoya could see the field and buildings surrounding it that you pointed to. The gyms.

Making his way around the large instrument, Nishinoya stared out the window to the gym’s doors to see a short-haired blonde boy with a hunched posture lumber in through the metal double doors. His eyes widened, taking sight of his maroon gym clothes and the black jackets of upperclassmen who stood inside the building. One of which looked up from the first year to wave in your direction. You waved back, smiling, before pointing to Noya, making him jump back a bit. The older boy nodded and sent you a thumbs up through the window.

The silent conversation through the glass ended as you made your way back to your plush bench. Nishinoya’s gaze jumped back and forth between you and the other student. The older boy, with short dark brown hair, yelled through the window with a large swing of his arm.

“Hurry up or you’re gonna be late!” it was muffled, but Nishinoya understood. Sending you a loud thank you, which made you flinch slightly, he ran out of the room and music hall towards the gym.

Sawamura, who had been the one to wave at him through the window, later asked how Nishinoya got lost enough to end up in the arts wing. To which he admitted not taking a tour and not paying attention during orientation. The second years only laughed as they worked with the new first years to pack up the gym. The third years stood off to the side in a meeting with the club administrator and the grumpy looking coach.

“Well, at least you ran into (L/N) and not one of the visual arts students. They would’ve accused you of stealing supplies,” Sugawara said, tossing a stay ball into the blue basket.

“Are they really that mean? Good to know,” Tanaka laughed. He stood on a step ladder, swinging his leg as he untied the strings to the net. 

Azumane rushed over and held the steps still, worried that he’d tumble off with the momentum of his loose leg. He shuddered, “(L/N)’s really nice actually, so you lucked out Nishinoya. The art club is scary.”

As Nishinoya left the gym that day he was greeted by the gentle sway of the song you played. He paused for a moment, enjoying the sound of your hands caught in a waltz, just soaking in the synchronized duet that poured through the glass that separated you. Looking in he noticed your eyes were closed and you let your torso swing with every dragging note.

“Eh! Don’t get caught up on anybody just yet, Noya! Us bros need to stick together first!” Tanaka barreled into Nishinoya’s side, wrapping an arm around the shorter’s neck and attempting to ruffle his spiked black hair, only for it to pop back into place. Nishinoya laughed boisterously, joining Tanaka in terrorizing their new clubmates.

Thoroughly distracted by his friends, Nishinoya didn’t notice when your song ended and that your eyes followed him as he walked towards the school gate.

Nishinoya, in the small window of time allocated for students to leave the school ground or make their way to their club activities, found himself following the somewhat haunting sound of your playing. Again. As he has been for the past couple weeks, just to listen to you play. This time, though, he hoped to capture your attention away from those distracting keys.

Peering in through the doorway, Nishinoya sent you a sheepish smile and waved. “Hi, (L/N). I hope I’m not interrupting?”

Looking up to the door where he stood, you sent him a kind smile and shook your head. Taking your hands off the ivory keys you reached for the sheet music, you waved him in.

“So,” he dragged, taking exaggerated strides to meet your side, leaning against the old grand pianos curved side and dropping his bag beside him. “How was your day?” 

Pursing your lip, you lifted your hand off the loose pages in front of you before bringing both your hands down onto the keys. The chord that played danced through the air like a happy ballerina before falling off the stage. Nishinoya smiled awkwardly, crossing his arms before spinning to lean back against the large piano. “You could give me a response you know,” he said, pouting like a child. He wondered if that’s how you viewed the first years with your silent disposition, childish.

He could hear your push out air from your lungs in a disgruntled puff before the flapping sounds of paper covered it. Nishinoya waited for you to speak. He wanted to hear your voice rattle into his ear about your new classes, or sing tunes like the ones you played, or even pour your emotions out in exaggerated poetry which he was certain you had a talent in. The sound never came, instead, a single piano sheet with a black side was shoved into his face, very nearly scratching his nose. He flinched back.

“Watch it,” He scolded as he took the sheet from your hand with a slight yank.

I can’t speak, you dunce.

When he turned to look at you, you laughed. But despite your large movement, clutching your stomach as your shoulders shook, no sound matching it came from your mouth. His eyes were blown wide, the thin brows were pushing up toward his hairline, and his mouth was held in a stiff, open pout. His hand clutched the paper tightly, making it crinkle and nearly tear. Giving him a teasing smile, your fingers shifted and played a dark, minor-chord. You looked at him in dramatized fear before laughing, again with no sound.

“You can’t speak?”

Without saying a word, not that you could even if you tried, your head tilted back and your hand trailed up to the thin scar that ran down the centre of your jugular. Nishinoya leaned in closer, placing a hand on the piano to keep his balance, and inspected the scar. His other hand that still held the sheet of paper came up to his chest before handing the page back to you.

“What happened?”

Pulling the sheet out of his hand you shifted to the edge on the plush bench, patting the open space next to you. Nishinoya watched as the words on the page appeared as you willed the ink to fall in a specific pattern.

I had a tumour. Had to get it removed.

Nishinoya read the words carefully, not fully absorbing it all at first glance. 

“Are you okay now?”

This time the keys you played on the piano were sweet and gentle. They smoothly glided over the sound of people talking outside between the window and the gyms. Nishinoya glanced back up to your gleaming smile, trying to give you one of his own that matched. He just couldn’t seem to make it happen.

He could hear his heart pound in his ear like thunder rolling off of the horizon. He gulped.

With a start, Nishinoya shot off of the piano. He snatched his bag off the floor and darted out of the room. A non-committal ‘see you’ was shot into the air that he ran through. He was gone faster than you could reach out to pull him back. And in a matter of seconds, you were back to sitting alone in the large music room just like before.

“Noya you don’t need to freak out over this, things happen,” Sawamura said, running alongside the first year. “(L/N)’s really nice. I’m sure if you just explain, everything will be fine.”

Nishinoya huffed. Trying to pick up his heels from the gym floor as their coach yapped at them to push harder. His legs hurt and his shoes kept making high pitched squeaks that drilled into his already throbbing skull. He glanced quickly over his shoulder to the other 1st years. They didn’t seem to be faring any better.

“Maybe, but like. Ugh, I don’t know! What do I even have to explain? I just ran out of there for no reason,” he wailed pulling at the roots of his hair. “How do you talk to someone who can’t speak? How do you make that connection?”

“Noya, talking isn’t the only way to communicate,” Sugawara sighed from behind the pair, running next to Tanaka who yelled sloppy words of encouragement to the others. “You’ve managed this long, what’s changed?”

Nishinoya panted, letting his arms fall to his sides again. He said, “I don’t know. I just thought (L/N) was focused on the piano and preferred to just listen or something.”

“Noya, (L/N) may not be able to speak like everyone else. But have you tried listening? Maybe you can expand your horizons,” Azumane prompted kindly. 

Before Nishinoya had the chance to open his mouth to reply, their withered coach, Ukai, called them all from their warm up runs to start practicing. Effectively killing the conversation there. No longer brought up for the rest of the practice, which only made Nishinoya’s headache worsen and forced the songs that replayed in his mind play a little flat.

It took a few days. The next time Nishinoya saw you was when he had jogged to Karasuno’s front gates early in the morning to see you take a ninety-degree turn into the school property.  The wind blew harshly through the trees that liked the perimeter walls. Nishinoya could see you pull your jacket closer as the air ran over your shoulders in large gusts. 

He stilled his jog once he reached the gate, watching you walk to the school’s main doors. Biting his lip he looked in the direction of the gyms, where Tanaka was no doubt waiting for him before morning practise started. His lungs filled with cold air as he set off, following your footsteps inside.

From outside the art hallway, your music was so soft that it was barely audible. As Nishinoya made his way close to the music door he could hear your song slowly grow louder. The melancholic turn seemed to dig its way into his chest and he desperately tried desperately not to scream your name through the wooden door.

Making his way inside, Nishinoya watched as your head bobbled from side to side, falling with each accented note and chord, feeling the music with your eyes shut. When your head tilted back he could see the thin scar that trailed down to the centre of your collarbone. 

Slowly, as the last note trailed off to no longer fill the empty space between in the room, your eyes opened. He stayed near the door, aware of the fact that you had yet to notice his presence. Taking in one last breath, Nishnoya stepped forward.

“(L/N)?”

When your eyes met he was scared to see anything less than the thoughtful eyes he knew. But the sweet smile that pulled at the corners of your lips proved that his worries were unfounded. You shifted on your bench, inviting him to sit on the other side of the plush seat.

Your hand lifted to play a single key on the board as Nishinoya made home next to you. He watched your hand, waiting for it to move, before shifting his gaze back up to meet yours. With your free hand, you prompted him toward another key, using his finger to push down on it. With the hand that rested on top of his, you gilded him to play more notes on repeat. 

Once he was in a pattern, you lifted both of your hands and pressed your fingertips gently into more chords. Nishinoya let his body sway to the music. Waving his body over to nudge your shoulder. Instead of retaliating, you let out a quiet chuckle and let your head fall to his shoulder.

He never did make it to that morning practice.

I feel so bad because I have this itch telling me that I could’ve done so much better than this…. - Bacon

Nah! It’s great!!! - Kiwi

:) Kiwi is my number one supporter- Bacon

Posted: 14/08/2020

[malnatimedia]

as a child, the so called ripper witnessed the horrors of camp malnati first hand, the ruthless brutality of the kids cut a bloody path through his heart and scarred his mind. as a young boy, he suffered in silent torment, haunted by an evil that wouldn't stay dead. but now as an adult and a lonesome man, he's prepared to bury more than his past, by any means necessary.

he'd been planning his revenge on the campers and counselors for over twenty years worth of nightmares, and now he was finally ready to put his plans into action. 

tw: murder, violence, gore, death, funeral. please read at your discretion! this is meant to be the grand finale of the au camp event. thank you to lynds again for this event to happen && to everyone who participated. none of this is meant to be canon, just a little fun for the event. 

“a murderer has escaped from custody a few towns over. he’s extremely dangerous, out to get revenge on the bullies that tormented him at camp when he was younger. beating him. trying to strangle him, and worst of all, nearly leaving him to burn as a prank at an old shed in the woods.”

the malnati’s heard police reports of a literal axe murder out on the loose, but shook it off as hearsay, not wanting it to detract from the amazing week they had planned for their counselors and campers. when the malnati’s arrived, there were sounds of a struggle, then there was a scream from the camp’s kitchen, but soon it was quiet again. perfectly serene and peaceful for the impending arrival of the camp counselors and campers. before camp malnati was camp malnati, it was owned by a different family, a family whose kids used their time at the camp to be the high school bullies they’ve always wanted to be. they didn’t care about hurting feelings or the damage it would cause their victims. one victim in particular was a small boy who had now grown into a man, using the ripper as an alias. thinking the kids who used to bully him at the camp were the ones who were now staying at the camp, the ripper decided to make his return. however, what he didn’t know was that he messed with the wrong group of people. 

a week later, after days on end of taunt and terror caused by the ripper, the young adults who spent their time at the malnati decided to take it into their own hands. the past hour and a half had been filled with the harmonious noises of counselors and campers crowded onto a small bunk, going over their plan to take down the ripper once and for all. their week at camp was approaching its end, and a lot of the camp goers wanted their own kind of revenge. 

the group lead june out and through the secret path they had all created to a clearing in the woods beside the lake. she was going to be used as bait for the ripper, hoping he’d follow her out there in order to finally end him. come out to the woods if you want a kill, they wrote in a note. it didn’t take long for the small note to catch the ripper’s eye, the sound of laughter and talking leading the mysterious man into the woods. 

seth, brennan, preston and trevor had decided to take guard behind huge weathered trees, watching out for the ripper for when he arrived to the woods. others were lurking near by as they waited for the ripper to make his appearance. and there was june, standing in the woods with soft birds chirping in the distance and the sun peaking through the shadows. june could feel her throat tighten and she blamed the temperature, not the deepening feeling in her stomach as she started to see a figure walking towards her in the distance, standing staggered against the leaves under her feet. the ripper’s footsteps as he made his way into the woods were slow and rhythmic. marley stood by the edge of the path, her arms crossed over her chest as those deep green eyes peered into the woods. the girl was shorter than the ripper, but the way she puffed out her chest and sneered made her feel like she could take him on. shawn and duncan were near by, with the latter holding onto fishing net he found down by the lake. nic, declan, kinzie and eddie were hiding behind an old abandoned shed, perhaps thinking it was the ripper’s very own. with the ripper making his way towards june, it was now or never.

“what are you doing here all alone? didn’t you hear the announcements all this week?" the ripper seemed skeptical, but his tone dripped of mischief. “must be a stupid girl to come out here all alone.” june steeled her nerves and ran when the ripper came into her view, cutting across the woods as a few people mumbled while others stared directly at her. june fell onto her knees, tripping onto the floor of the woods, her clothes not giving enough protection from the low scraggly bushes and thorns. june’s lips parted as chills of horror and fear wracked her body, the ripper approaching her fast. just as things started to seem dire, in a jarring turn of events, shawn came out from where he was watching and slashed the ripper in the leg with his knife, making the ripper drop his axe in agony. as the ripper yelled profanities at shawn, the others started to pile out from where they were lurking. the ripper’s leg dripped with blood, coating the ground in crimson red. 

“get the rope,” nic told declan, pointing back to the shed where they both hid behind just moments before. the group’s grand plan was to lead the ripper out to the woods where he would be tied up with rope, and they would then throw him into the abandoned shed, letting him die with it on fire. 

as declan fetched the rope, the ripper continued to fight off the group, throwing punches when he could. before the ripper could pick up his axe and use it against anyone, kinzie jumped on his back and held him in a headlock, leaving him restless. as kinzie was on his back, duncan came out with his fishing net and hit him between the legs with the pole, which left the ripper falling down to his knees. trevor took the lead of shawn, stabbing his own knife into the ripper’s side as kinzie moved back to let trevor take over. as the knife stabbed into the ripper, blood splattered over trevor’s face. trevor kept going at him five or six more times with the bloodied knife before allowing seth to take over. before seth could even make his move the ripper surged in sudden strength despite being severely tore up, and caught seth by the neck, holding it in a tight grasp. seth’s coughs rang throughout the wooded forest as he tried to get out of the ripper’s grasp. not wanting to see someone die on his watch, brennan stepped into action to try to help seth break free from the ripper’s chokehold. “you dumb fuck will never stop, will y--” an abrupt cut to brennan’s voice came as the cold metal of the ripper’s axe dug deep into the back of his neck, exposed by his folded collar. a dirty mix of metallic to the point of terracotta red seeped out of brennan’s body. the tip of the rusted blade splintered the wood above his shoulder. brennan could feel the slight gash that created a spike in searing pain. brennan’s stare shot to the impact point for a split second before a cold hand clamped around his throat to stifle the yell. brennan hissed, bringing his knee up blindly into the abdomen of the ripper. the ripper grunted, pushing down in pain before brennan grasped the side of the ripper’s head and pressed it evenly against the side of a tree in one fluid movement and one sickening crunch.

there was a dull silence, the resonance of shouting and rumble of leaves quietened, brennan’s other hand reached for his throat upon the realization of his blood gushing out. brennan started to see black spots, with his breathing restricted and chest constricted. brennan gasped and choked for air. eddie, now behind a tree, stared heavily with tears as he watched the life suck out of brennan. marley’s scream cut through the silence as it brought back the cacophony of voices trying to figure out what they wanted to do to the ripper next. 

“you son of a bitch,” groaned seth as he stabbed the ripper with shawn’s knife, watching the ripper’s body tense, the knife handle aided against the ripper’s body, the liquids in the killer’s body pooling behind it. a thick syrupy blood rushed against the ripper, letting out a cry that resembled a wounded animal. seth pulled the weapon out, surely not to leave the blood trapped and clog up the wound, preventing him from bleeding out. with that pull came another push, this time into the ripper’s back. with a careful drag, seth let it roll along next to his spine, a spur of laughs of adrenaline rushing from his mouth as the ripper’s shirt popped and ripped. the ripper’s body fell once the knife left his skin again, face crashing into the patch of dark dirt sitting under him. 

nic emerged from behind one of the tall trees, her shirt stained with fresh blood as she tended to brennan’s corpse. “i swear to god if the ripper is not dead,” she screamed out as she analyzed the ripper’s body, looking up to see declan back with the rope. making sure he was unconscious, the group began to cut the rope into pieces so they could tie up his feet and his hands, not wanting to let the ripper have another chance to take another life. it was all hands on deck as they moved to get the ripper bound up, with shawn and trevor using their knives to make makeshift handcuffs. preston moved over the ripper’s body, bending down to see how badly he was injured. a smirk made its way onto his face as he could tell the ripper was out like a light, blood painting the forest ground as if it was a blanket of snow. preston noticed the axe near the ripper’s body, picking it up and swinging it over his shoulder, declaring he was going to keep it for himself. as a little camp souvenir.  

kinzie and marley took the task of tying up the ripper’s wrists, duncan and declan took over tying up the ripper’s feet, and june and eddie made sure it looked tight enough. handing the axe to nic for the time being, preston grabbed the ripper’s feet with shawn taking the ripper’s hands, both picking up the body and moving it towards the shed. 

the sun started going down as the group made their way over to the shed, gas cans already set out for them to use courtesy of declan. nic broke the lock of the deteriorating shed with the axe she still held, allowing the group to open up the building to throw the ripper in. as the doors pulled forward, a lingering smell of stench began to fill all of their stenches. at first sight, it looked like it was the ripper’s headquarters, with dismantled body parts laying around and pictures of past campers hanging on the walls. shawn and preston walked into the shed, dropping of the body of the ripper before moving back. preston grunted, stepping back and using his hand to wipe away the splatter of blood on his jacket. shawn’s head turned to look at the tools in the room – a multitude of pillows for suffocation, a few hanging wires, and of course, a handful of axes. trevor walked in to look at the ripper one last time, bending down and staring at the breathless body one last time. “you fucking asshole,” trevor cursed, grabbing his knife, raising the already bloody object and digging it into the ripper’s left eye. with a quick pull out, trevor plunged it into the ripper’s chest, somewhere close to where the heart was. walking in, kinzie saw the scene in front of her and asked if she could have a turn before they ended the ripper for good. trevor gave kinzie his knife and stabbed the ripper a few more times, breathless and aggravated. this kill was much messier than usual, that fear of an escape making kinzie more anxious than ever. when kinzie saw the ripper’s chest stop moving up and down, she knew that this time, it was over. 

being so caught up in the killing, kinzie had forgotten about the group behind her. “that was sick,” preston’s voice was somewhat hoarse, even raised a bit. “you didn’t have to be that harsh. i’m glad you were.” kinzie tightened her hold on the knife, taking steps closer towards preston before handing the knife to him. “get one last slice in,” kinzie spoke to preston as she walked out of the shed. preston moved to look over at the ripper, the blade in his hand lifted ever so slightly to the ripper’s throat, before he moved it to the ripper’s throat. the blade rose to the ripper’s face, caressing the ripper’s cheek. preston was slow, letting the sharp metal move deep into his skin. the tip of the knife dug harder into the flesh. a small droplet of blood fell from the exposed wound, though preston didn’t care too much. the ripper ruined his camp experience, so preston would ruin the ripper’s life. 

“are we doing this or what?” asked duncan as he stood outside the shed with the group, thinking he was going to miss his dungeon and dragons session if they didn’t hurry up. the sun was gone and the moon shined like a beacon, a sign of what was to come. 

“calm down,” remarked preston before he looked at the building one last time. while preston was in the building, the rest of the group spilled gas all around the shed, throwing gas into the shed itself once everyone was out.  

marley did the honors and lit the shed on fire, moving back once the lighter latched onto the gas. the group huddled together as they watched the flames dance around the shed. the soft, crackling fire casted a gentle orange light on their faces. their eyes glowed, illuminated in the center. shadows reflected in time to the shifting of the wood in the fire. blazing red and fury echoed against the trees as continued to watch on, the scent of burning skin pulling at the back of their throats rushing in their lungs. it was quiet -- the fire cracked against the mass, spreading across the shed. the building collapsed, putting the ripper’s burning body into view, hands twitching as they melted. they watched on until the ripper perished into the night.

things were very different after the week that the ripper and brennan had died. seth felt almost guilty to be happy at not having the ripper’s eyes staring at him when he tried to sleep, knowing brennan gave his life up for him. the others felt the same way, too. feeling somewhat guilty for being alive when brennan was being laid to rest. 

the counselors and campers had all been transported to an unknown land, stripped of their summer plans, their normal lives, trapped into a nightmarish scheme of unimaginable situations, playing the same events as if they were in a horror movie. now it was all over, but at one very sad cost. 

dark clouds hung in the sky over camp malnati on a friday afternoon. the air felt thick, cold and penetratingly damp. throughout the service, nic sobbed openly and uncontrollably. declan just appeared to be in shock, even though they knew this was coming. the camp was packed, which was often the case when a young person passed away. so many contemporaries left to mourn. marley, kinzie and duncan comforted each other. seth and june sat together, with june rubbing seth’s back and handing him tissues. preston stood in the back with trevor standing beside him. they mourned in silence. eddie and shawn served as bearers, leading the casket to brennan’s resting place once the funeral was over with. the rest of the counselors and campers of the year 2005 came to his funeral, letting him know just how much his sacrifice saved lives. no one would ever forget the summer the ripper showed up at camp malnati.  

[philosophiums]

@universepls ask and ye shall receive

Haikyuu short fic a la Hinata getting injured during a match

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“Asahi, nice serve!”

“One more!”

Hinata’s voice rings loud, following up Daichi’s encouragement like a punch in the ribs. It’s a wind-up, it’s excitement, but it’s a warning to the team across the court, too. At the net on the right, Tobio meets eyes with the other team’s setter and grins. No one gets under his skin the way Hinata does, pushing him to his limit to do more, better, faster, but he knows that Hinata affects more than just him. They guy’s a monster, and everyone here knows it.

“Nice serve,” he calls, but covers the back of his head just in case. With Azumane’s serve, it’s more likely to be a home run than a smack to the skull, but he hasn’t taken any chances since Hinata bit him.

The serve goes up with a shot of adrenaline to the meager crowd gathered to cheer them on, and it’s good, short and messing up their rhythm.

“Cover!”

“Yukine!”

Hinata races up beside Tobio, and the crowd falls away. It’s just this moment, this crouch, Hinata taking off a moment sooner to make up for their height difference.

The ball smacks off Hinata’s fingers.

“One touch!” he shouts, and then he’s gone.

“Chance ball!” Daichi’s got their backs, getting low for an easy receive in the middle. “Kageyama!”

It’s perfect, an ideal location, and Tobio moves to it quickly to catch up with Hinata’s whirlwind at the net.

Tobio breathes. They haven’t used the monster quick yet, but Hinata’s clearly gearing up for it. Even without it, he’s being the perfect decoy, racing and dodging because that’s the only thing he can do right now – score points. Tobio’s used him perfectly this match, getting the winning shot on the first set, getting them into a lead here in the second match. Hinata is a bullet that never stops, and Tobio knows exactly how and when to fire.

Tanaka’s open, but Hinata’s in the lead of the blockers.

Go, he thinks, wills the ball into motion, and shoots it off over his shoulder. He looks only after he’s tossed, and Hinata, backlit by the crowd, by the light slamming in through the court’s high windows, really looks like he could have wings. Go.

The ball snaps to the floor.

“Alright!” Hinata yells, running back as soon as he’s landed to high-five Tanaka and Daichi.

Tobio’s chest fills with pride, at his own toss, at Hinata’s perfect trust and evolving aim. “Nice kill,” he says, perfectly serious. “But move faster next time, dumbass. They were right behind you.”

Hinata gets puffed up like the stupid little bird he is. “Huh? That’s where they’re supposed to be, idiot.”

Tobio glares at him because he’s right. “Maybe I’ll just toss to Azumane and Tanaka for the rest of the match.”

That gets a sputter and a frustrated huff, and, seething, Hinata turns back to the net.

“Hey,” Tobio doesn’t turn to look, because Daichi and Tanaka are already calling for a nice serve again. “Let’s do that again.”

Hinata widens his stance. “Hell yeah.”

“Nice serve!” Tobio calls, hands up on his head again.

It goes over with a smack, and the audience fades again, Tobio focused only on the ball, on where it might go up. It moves to their setter off to the left and – a feint? He switches it up at the last minute, tossing to the left, and Tobio is two steps behind.

Tanaka rushes up, jumping with Hinata, but the spiker hits it off their hands and lets it fly out of bounds. The other team’s cheers roar in Tobio’s ears. He clicks his tongue, the shake of his head sending drops of sweat dancing off his hair. Hinata throws a fit, staring at his hands like they betrayed him, even if the rebound was off of Tanaka’s right hand.

“Ah,” Azumane sighs, rubbing the back of his head. “I wanted to get at least one more point from serving.”

“Don’t mind, don’t mind,” Daichi says, slapping Azumane on the back and then clapping his hands. “Let’s get that back.”

“Hell yeah!” Hinata and Tanaka cheer, getting back into position with bent knees and fisted hands. Hinata looks fired up. They all do. Tobio’s not going to let this receive go to waste, trusting that the ball will go up.

The serve comes over, within diving distance of their best receiver.

“Sorry! It’s long!” Nishinoya calls, but Tobio can already see that.

“Don’t mind,” he says, pinpointing the drop point and letting his spatial awareness tell him where everyone’s moving. Azumane’s in the center, running at first tempo for a back attack. Tanaka’s to the left with two blockers on him. Daichi is ready for a spike, too, covering distance quickly, bent low like he’s going to jump high.

But it’s Hinata who calls to Tobio, a tornado leading a single blocker on a string, going long to the right because no one thinks that they can do that quick again, especially from a side swipe position, especially so close to the net. They’re underestimating Tobio’s ability and Hinata’s reflexes.

That’s their loss.

Tobio throws the ball like it’s magnetized, but Hinata was moving faster and further than Tobio thought, and it’s short. Time slows, and he can see Hinata watching the ball, the blocker’s hands up and out, ready for a hard spike that isn’t going to make it. Fuck. He fucked up. He’s going to prove correct their theories that their monster quick was a fluke.

Hinata throws out his left hand, and his fingertips connect, pushing the ball up and over in a movement so light and direct that it looks like an intentional feint.

Tobio’s breath catches. And then time moves as it should once more.

With a crash, Hinata slams into the floor, his momentum working too well with gravity to prevent him from landing perfectly on his feet. He’ll get back up. He just scored an impossible point, something he never would have been able to do at the end of last year. He’s already on his knees.

The team is shouting.

But Hinata stays on the floor.

Something’s wrong.

“Hinata?” Tobio is the first one to speak, because he’s always watching his bullet striker, waiting for him to do something new, something surprising enough to make Tobio realize that he still has ample room for improvement.

“I’m fine,” Hinata calls back, but he’s tense, and he’s not getting up.

The whistle blows, cutting off a shout from Tanaka, and Tobio moves before his mind can catch up with his feet. He grabs Hinata by the collar of his jersey. “If you’re fine, then get to your feet.”

“Hey, Kageyama – ”

Hinata grabs Tobio by the wrist and presses down, like he’s going to use him as a brace to get back up. That’s fine. As long as he gets back on his feet, as long as he’s fine. He has to be fine.

As soon as his right foot touches the floor, Hinata’s face contorts and he collapses.

“Hinata.” It’s Ukai, kneeling down next to him. “Don’t force yourself. You’ll just make it worse.”

Tobio still has his fist in Hinata’s jersey, and Hinata’s still holding on, so tight it might bruise, so tight his knuckles are white.

Crying. He’s crying.

The crowd really is silent now, holding their breath while Tobio can’t seem to catch his own. It was his bad toss threw Hinata off his balance. He should have tossed to Azumane for a back attack. He should have taken his chances with Tanaka. But Hinata had jumped. Hinata was there. He’s always supposed to be there.

“It’s not broken,” Hinata says, desperate, like he needs to believe it. Breaks are uncommon in volleyball, but Hinata’s a reckless dumbass, so if anyone could manage a break, it would be him. He’d be out for months.

Even with a sprain, he’s going to be out for a long time.

“Sit down,” Tobio says, pushing Hinata onto his left hip so that his right leg can slide out and stop taking the weight of his body. “And shut up. It’s not broken.”

Hinata’s still crying, though he’s trying to keep the tears in as much as possible. “Kageyama… it was a good toss. Don’t apologize.”

No. Tobio grabs the front of Hinata’s jersey, pushing him back, conscious of his ankle but still mad as fuck. “It was short!”

“Kageyama!”

He ignores Daichi and the coach.

“If it had been longer, you’d still be in the game!”

Hinata doesn’t even blink at him. There’s no instant comeback, no rise of anger to battle Tobio’s own. He just grabs Tobio’s other wrist and stares him down. “You’re the team’s pillar. You touch the ball the most. If you start doubting your tosses, you’re going to lose the point I just got us.”

Tobio freezes. The whole team freezes. Fuck. He keeps forgetting that Hinata’s matured so much.

“You dumbass,” he says, grip loosening, aware that Takeda is pressing an ice pack to Hinata’s ankle now. “I never doubt my tosses.”

Hinata smiles, and the tears ease up just a little.

Ukai looks up and beckons at their sub players. “Kinoshita!” The second year jogs forward, crouching down next to Hinata. “Get him to the nurse. If he has to go to the hospital, come back and get Shimizu.”

“Got it.” Kinoshita looks at Tobio, who finally releases his grip from Hinata completely, though Hinata doesn’t let go of Tobio. “Hinata,” Kinoshita says, offering his hand.

Hinata reaches out with his right hand but keeps his left on Tobio’s wrist, so Tobio adjusts his grip and helps pull Hinata up.

The crowd roars, both sides showing support for overcoming the injury. But Tobio can see how much it hurts just to have all that blood rushing down to his ankle. “Hey,” he says, squeezing Hinata’s hand. “We can survive without you.”

Kinoshita ducks down to be a better support for their short spiker, and Hinata cooperatively hooks his arm around Kinoshita’s shoulder.

“I know,” he says, moving his eyes around the team. “But you won’t have as much fun without me.”

Tsukishima clicks his tongue. “We might be able to think without you, though.”

“Rude!” Hinata cries, and there’s the ferocious little crow again. Well done, Tsukishima.

“Go rest,” Tobio says, using his free hand to get Hinata’s grip off his wrist. “We’ll take the match.”

Hinata leaves the court half draped over Kinoshita to a roar from the crowd.

Ukai looks a little lost, and Takeda is staring at the doorway as if hoping this is a fluke.

But Tobio saw the ankle, the swelling that’s already started. Hinata’s not going to play for a long time, let alone get back in before the match is over.

Daichi claps his hands, getting their attention back. “It’s alright, we’ve recovered from injuries before. We can’t let Hinata show us up, but let’s make sure we don’t waste that point!”

“Right!” The team cheers, Tobio among them, but he’s watching Ukai bring Sugawara over.

After a brief talk between the two of them, Suga steps up to Tobio. “Okay?” he asks, as always too perceptive of his team. It sort of freaks Tobio out, even if it’s nice to know he doesn’t have to be the only one watching their players.

“Yeah.” Tobio faces the court, the team waiting to try and take advantage of their change in momentum and new players. “He’s the only one who’s hard to aim at. I’ll be fine setting to the rest of you.”

Sugawara huffs a light laugh, and Tobio steps onto the court. “That’s not what I meant,” Suga says, but he follows Tobio out anyway.

They win the set and the match cleanly with a four point lead, easily taking advantage of the other team’s miscalculations. Hinata still hasn’t come back, even though Kinoshita returned. But Shimizu’s still here, too, so Hinata must be on sight and not at the hospital. After they clear the court, the whole team flocks to the nurse’s office, but Tobio pushes through before anyone else can.

“Hey, Kageyama!” Someone reaches for his jersey, but he ducks inside before they can pull him back, pushing at the door because he needs a moment alone with his dumbass spiker. As the door closes, he hears Suga pacifying the team.

The nurse looks up at him, takes note of his jersey, and then nods to the cot in the corner, as if there’s anyone else in here. Tobio nods his thanks anyway and walks over.

Hinata’s lying down, his right leg propped up high by a stack of pillows, a thick ice pack wrapped around his ankle. His eyes light up when he sees Tobio. “We won,” he says, with confidence he absolutely has experience to back up.

“I told you we wouldn’t lose.” Tobio stands next to the cot for a moment, unsure what to do now that he’s gotten his moment alone. Finally, he sits down on the edge of the cot, eyes on Hinata’s injury. “Shouyou.” He hates this. He’s going to be blaming himself for this injury for a long time – maybe forever.

“Kageyama.” Hinata’s voice is firm, and Tobio turns in time to watch Hinata’s hand reach out and take his own, lacing their fingers together. When he looks up, Hinata’s eyes are on fire. “I’ll be better by the time we get to Nationals.”

Tobio stares, surprised, and then his face softens into a smile he’s learned to wear around Hinata. “Yeah.” It’ll be a long road to healing, and it’ll likely feel like years for Hinata, but if he rests and does whatever stretches he’s told to do, then he’ll make it back to the court. “I’ll pave the way for you.”

[cupsofsuga]

Hi honey, can i ask for a reaction from bts yandere when a friend of his girlfriend tells them that (member of bts) is not normal because he is very obsessive and those things, but she defends them saying that they are not like that (because she she loves him and trusts him, she's naive too) Excuse my English since it is not my mother tongue and if the orders are full I will understand Thank u

THE HEARSAY  ━ YANDERE BTS REACTION*:･。.

WARNING - This is a yandere au, meaning the following may be triggering to some viewers.  I am not trying to discriminate the boys in any way, this is for entertainment purposes. Viewer discretion is advised!!!

Thank you for requesting, my sweet dove! You’re English is phenomenal! Also, buckle up cause this ones LONG.

KIM SEOKJIN

━━━ This was never supposed to happen.

Before he could even think to react, he has been caught in this state of infatuation, like a butterfly in a net. No matter how much he spreads his wings, there is no escaping this need for you.

Seokjin craves and desires every fleeting moment of intimacy, creating havocs of emotions that whirl within him. The melding of colors in the boundless azure sky, the soft glimmer of stars that twinkle in the sky as well as your eyes. He inhales, tasting the sweet fragrance of the early spring, he then exhales, and litters of stars and flower petals fly in the air. Jin has set out the seraphic variety of emotions sat on a dome plate. All for you, every fiber or fragment of emotion held within his body was all made for you.

Every little bit of blood spilled from those who dared separating you from him was all in the name of love; all in the name of his dear Y/N. Without these heathens, he can finally settle in his home tucked away in the woods with his little doe to where they spend the remainder of their days in peace.

And this fellow “friend” of yours was nothing like the others on his hit list. He tried convincing you to leave Jin, throwing insults spiked with venom about his behavior towards you, trying to feed you these lies that he called “the truth”. This angered Jin severely. How could anyone say such vicious things to his angel? And once night fell, as he stood under Jin’s motionless, hardened gaze, time seemed to stop. Birds became silent, every flower died. The whole world seemed to stop spinning.

But now Seokjin returns home, hands bloody and his blood boiling, but once he catches sight of you sleeping soundly in your shared bedroom, all of this built-up rage seems to melt away. You sleep like the sweetest, little fawn, he thinks. And once he washes away his sins in the sink, he’ll then cradle you and care for you as if you’re a porcelain angel who now lies in his arms.

“Don’t you worry, my little doe… I will protect you from these blasphemous hellions; I will keep you safe for eternity.”

MIN YOONGI

━━━ You pleaded to go see a distant friend, meaning no boyfriend, only the two of you. This intimacy shared with you is obsessive, but he obliges the part for your sake.

It has felt like years since you’ve seen your childhood friend. You’ve almost forgotten how you bloomed like an unseen poppy in the first few seconds of April when you two venture together. A true, genuine bond you two have. 

But Yoongi is in your life now, and you must forget these memories. 

Your friend disagrees and there is this darkness that follows. He begins to tell you how unhealthy and mentally draining is it to cope with Yoongi’s behavior. You stop, question and drown in your own pool of realization. Was he right?

He pulls you into an embrace when the brunch date ends. His touch is so warm, you feel yourself start to melt with his arms locked around you. It’s been a quick minute since you’ve felt heat like this. Quickly pulling yourself out of this hazy daydream, you share a quick farewell, and then you’re off, the cold, brisk air sharing no sympathy for your exposed skin.

You stare silently at your feet as you keep pacing forward. You’re far too engrossed in your thoughts to think of a practical destination. Was he truly right? Was this relationship unhealthy or was he just feeding you biased lies? Should you return home and spend the rest of the time thinking in that man’s embrace? Or should you run for it and hop on the bus before it’s too late?

And just as you reach the bus spot, a cold hand has gripped your forearm. You turn around, spotting the same face you see every morning. Heavily panting, feline-eyes which are watery with fear, icy chills spreading down his spine and the glimmering of tears on his pink cheeks. How was he here? How did he find you? Had he been here the entire time? Better question, was he listening to every word spilled?

“Y/N, please… It’s so cold without you… A-And what he said, it isn’t true. None of it is true..! We’re meant to be, can’t you see…? I love you, my Aphrodite.”

JUNG HOSEOK

━━━ You two barely fit in the same category. You’re a dove who flies freely without any flock of birds to return to or a cage to be forced into. You’ve never needed Hobi’s affections and constant sweet nothings, but you find them amusing. To you, it’s just a short summer fling that would turn to ash once Autumn comes and the leaves start to fall. To Hoseok, this love is eternal and will last for many summers to come.

“He’s kinda creepy, don’t you think? I mean, it’s quite obsessive how much he demands to be by your side… Don’t you get tired…?” 

Is that what the outsiders think? That he’s some sort of mythical demon of some sort? Being around him during the times the sun shines most and the times where the moon glows in all of her glory wasn’t ever tiring, simply entertaining. Having somebody that didn’t see your cold demeanor and shiver or awkwardly avoid you was somewhat refreshing. Never have you seen someone, not even your own mother, look at you with such intense love in their eyes. And you took advantage of it.

Maybe you’d let the truth settle underneath a bed of leaves, like a trap, and as soon as he prances over to see you, the sickening reality will catch him and the sorrow in his eyes will glimmer. The idea of breaking his heart excited you, but when you returned home you expected him to come rushing to the door like a cheery golden retriever, not in this state.

Hoseok sat curled up in your living room, head buried into his knees while the faint, ominous sound of his crying echoed, almost like a ghost in a horror movie you’ve seen before. His gaze shot up towards you in surprise after hearing the creaking of floorboards. Eyes watery, cheeks wet with tears, lips quivering. A beautifully tragic sight plastered in front of you. Almost like a broken angel. 

And as soon as he recognized your flabbergasted expression, the waterworks were let loose. Slowly, he waddled his way over to curl up and hug your legs, still crying as you stood in uncomfortable silence. Incoherent mumbling across desperate cries was all that was heard.

“I-I-I heard what she said at the skatepark… That I’m “obsessive”, “creepy”. B-But it isn’t true! Y/N, I’m not any of those things…! You’re my everything, you are my sun… And I need you for many seasons to come”

KIM NAMJOON

━━━ Like a lion, you cannot be tamed. You won’t drop your guards and submit to those two will throw you in a circus for humans to pay and gawk for. You won’t be the obedient animal who lets human purr and coo at. You are rare, entirely a human of complete chaos. You chase thunderstorms and run from the rainbow afterward. You call the rain and the lightning against your skin your lover and you call the sun which kisses your mortal enemy.

You’re a god, all bruised knuckles and broken hearts littering your path. Nobody owns you, you simply are in control of your own soul.

And as Namjoon listens to your junkie friend blabber about the dangerous acts that your boyfriend has committed, he sits, listens and seethes with rage. You’re a human of your own opinion, though, and brush off his comments, but not without spitting out a protective threat over your lover (which warms Joon’s heart).

Namjoon watches; stalks like a cheetah about to pounce at his prey but there is no violence in the air, only the complete, wholesome lingering of feather-touched devotion that swarms within his mind. He has forgotten about the skater boy with a pea-sized brain that made his blood boil. There was only room for you in his head, anyway. 

And in a hushed whisper, his emotions leave his lips beautifully.

“Your heart may not be pure, but it is mine, all mine… Just like how my heart is yours.”

PARK JIMIN

━━━ Jimin’s entire cherub essence, so pure, so sweet. His eyes reminded you of pearls, ones you’d find strung upon the neck of Audrey Hepburn or some other angelic celebrity of the time. You listened and often reminisced of his laughter, like an echo of harmonious melodies that reverberates in your ears; a truly angelic noise. Or his touch, so silky and velvety like fingertips against the naked sky that glows in hazy light, not too bright, but bright enough to illuminate the blinding darkness that surrounds you.

Park Jimin, entirely a soul which turns seraphic with his own heavenly heart.

But what is this? What is this rumor, this hearsay of your angel doing such sinful things? Such violent manners?

Your sweet, sweet Jimin could never possibly make such horrible, horrific actions. But he was an angel gifted a sword, a child of the night, the utter darkness. He will travel to such measures, measures unspeakable for his love, his dearest rose. And now that someone is attempting to take you from his gentle, soothing embrace, the sharp tumultuous ring of his battle cry echoes.

“Ah, my sweet dove, never listen to such deadly lies… They aren’t good for your soul.”

KIM TAEHYUNG

━━━ His gaze stayed locked on you during the aftermath of the movie, your close friend caught on, you didn’t. She warned you when you two were alone (or so you two think), spitting out supposed acts so horrendous that you visibly shivered of his unknown presence. And you not knowing Taehyung, being afraid of him almost lets the most melancholy cry escape his throat.

You don’t remember him.

Taehyung should have expected this, expected his dearest Y/N to give in to the lies that swarm around her like annoying flies; like mosquitoes picking at her skin. But this sudden wrath of reality penetrates him, shakes him awake from this daydream he’s been so caught-up and utterly infatuated with.

Tae, now sitting at his desk hours later, grasps hold of his red pen, scribbling out blabbers of emotions that have been bottled up within him. He writes in cursive, as always, just messier this time. It doesn’t matter, though, because of the true, genuine, honesty in each word makes up for the sloppiness. Tears begin to stream down his cheeks so beautifully, so ethereal the way they seem to shimmer in the light of his desk lamp.

Finally, he holds up the card, slightly stained with tears that turn the ink distorted, but it doesn’t matter. It’s perfect. 

Maybe he’ll slip it in your locker tomorrow or into your backpack. Taehyung then shivers feverishly from the excitement of finally taking action for this fantasy he’s been chasing for too long.

“Y/N, my Y/N, I was internally born the moment we first met. I no longer have a past, I no longer need anybody else. I just need you, you, and you. Only you…. I only have a future, which will be illuminated by your love.

Sincerely, Your One and Only Lover, Taehyung.”

JEON JUNGKOOK

━━━ A sudden revelation embarks on a journey within his mind. The revelation of who you truly are, what makes up of you entirely. He has finally figured out why storms are named after people and how much destruction one person can cause. You swallow those unlucky whole and spit out their emotions, no source of envy or guilt held within you. Your eyes are cold, so is your heart. You are a cruel being, a wretched human who enjoys suffocating on their own renewed vitality. 

But it’s different with Jungkook, you’re softer.

He lets the light, your light wash over him like ocean waves to where he is reminded of eternal peace and drowns in his own joy. You hold the beauty of every microscopic star seen in the sky within your soul, but come closer and you see the glitter and dust that rival all things that shimmer in our world. He sees it, he sees it every day and yet, it never grows old. Every fragment of a moment with you is all fleeting palpitations in his heart and cheeks as red as two ripe cherries.

But someone, one of those pesky insects you call “friends” that constantly zoom around you believes you should leave him. And Jungkook is then reminded of every little reason behind his need for you and the eternal life he desires for the both of you only. But, don’t fret, your feelings are mutual as you spit back and defend Jungkook to the imp before you.

“Oh, Y/N… I knew I could trust you.. I’m your dandelion, aren’t I? And we’ll be with each other forever, won’t we?”