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[cyanroads]

My Heart is Your Property Chapter 2

(self edited because my editor is having a busy life)

Grian was in the car with Jimmy. "So, that didn't look like Martyn's not your boyfriend."

"It's nothing, we always sleep like that." Jimmy said blushing.

"You sure you don't like him? Cause you keep getting flustered and defensive when I bring it up."

"I'm not defensive."

Grian cut him off, "Yes you are, you just won't admit it. You also won't admit your feelings for Martyn." Grian said laughing.

"I don't like him!"

"If you say so"

(This transition is shit help)

Meanwhile, at the Littlewood household, Martyn walked downstairs to the kitchen to get some food. His mom was sitting at the counter.

"You and Jimmy, huh? I always thought you two would be a cute couple." She said.

Martyn froze in his spot.

"What?" He asked, confused. "We aren't dating, we're just friends."

"Then why'd Grian send me this text?" She asked, showing Martyn her screen.

From: Grian Gaming

Timmy and Martyn are dating. Thought you'd appreciate knowing.

"Grian!" Martyn said shocked. He looked at his mom. "That's a lie. Grian made that up. We aren't dating. We're just friends. I promise."

"Ok. Grian's just tryna get you riled up I suppose. But I do know you like Jimmy. It's pretty obvious." Martyn blushed. "See, you definitely like him. But take your time telling him if you need it. But, between you and me," she paused before whispering, "he likes you back."

"No he doesn't, bye Mom," Martyn said while quickly grabbing a sandwich out of the fridge and heading to his room.

"That boy definitely likes you! You're just being oblivious," she called after him chucking lightly.

Martyn got to his room and quickly texted Grian.

Martyn: Dude why the hell did you lie to my mom? She said Timmy and I like each other. Which ISN'T TRUE BY THE WAY.

G: You definitely like him. And he totally likes you. You two are just blind.

Martyn: Nope, he doesn't like me back

Martyn: AT ALL

Martyn: AT ALL

Martyn: I MEANT TIMMY DOESN'T LIKE ME AT ALL

G: Ha! You like Tim! I knew it!

Martyn: Fuck you Grian! You know I meant to put "he doesn't like me at all"

G: Keep telling yourself that.

Martyn: I officially hate you now.

G: Lies, I'm lovely to be around.

Martyn: Keep telling yourself that.

G: How dare you use my own words against me.

Martyn: Bye, G, gotta go talk to someone who didn't lie to my mom.

G: Fine, go talk to my brother and ignore your feelings for him.

Martyn opened his messages from Jimmy. His most recent one being right before Grian had texted his mom.

Timmy :): I am home! Hello!

MARTYN!: Hi Timmy! Sorry I didn't answer immediately. I was reprimanding your brother for lying to my mom.

Timmy :): What'd he do?!

MARTYN!: Told my mom that we were dating. Totally crazy, right?

Timmy :): Absolutely! We're just friends!

Martyn frowned.

MARTYN!: Yep, just friends.

Timmy :): You said 'Yep' :(. You only say that when you're upset. You wanna talk about it?

MARTYN!: You know me too well. You wanna call or keep texting.

Timmy :): We can call! I like hearing your voice!

Timmy :): That's weird!

Timmy :): Sorry!

Timmy :): I meant I like talking to you!

MARTYN!: It's fine, Timmy. I understand what you mean.

MARTYN!: I like talking to you too ;)

MARTYN!: *:)

Martyn's phone started ringing. He picked up. "Hey Timmy. How are you?"

"Great! How are you? What are you upset about?"

Martyn sighed, "Just, why did Grian have to do that. My mom looked so happy that I had finally found someone and then she was very disappointed we weren't actually together. Like that was kinda a dick move by Grian"

Jimmy sighed.

"Sorry, 'jerk move' " Martyn laughed.

"Yeah, that was kinda rude. I heard him laughing while you two were texting. So I don't think that he felt very bad about it. Sorry, Martyn," he said sadly.

"Don't apologize, Tim, it's not your fault. I'm gonna hang up, I have to go help Mom do groceries." He lied, trying not to let Jimmy know his feelings were the real problem.

"Ok Martyn! Talk to you later!" Jimmy said.

"Bye, Timmy," Martyn said, hanging up. What is he gonna do with this guy?

[nicoleheichou]

Now All I See Is Color - chapter 30: don't know what to do

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In a world where soulmates exist, it's uncommon for most people to find theirs. A lot of them going their whole lives never experiencing the world in color because they've never met their soulmate. But that all changes for y/n when she becomes MSBY Jackals player, Miya Atsumu's assistant. They're about to experience the world in color together. But what does that mean for y/n when both her and Atsumu are in committed relationships?

Earlier you received a text from Semi asking if you wanted to sit with him during the game, which of course you did. He promised to save you a seat, so now you were trying to find him in the crowd of people.

You spot him, surrounded by what you assume to be some of his fangirls. He immediately notices you and motions for you to make your way over, excusing himself from the fangirls. "Semi!" He pulls you into a hug and you can't help but laugh. "How have you been kitten?" Pulling away you get a good look at him. "I'm good! And I really like your outfit Sem, the colors go well together."

"You can see colors y/n?" He questions. Shrugging, you turn to look down at the court with both teams warming up. "That's one of the things I want to discuss with you and Ushi tonight. So let's save it for then. 'Kay?" Not saying a word, the male just nods.

You get the feeling that you're being watched, so you look around for the culprit and your eyes land on none other than Atsumu. He gives you a small smile which you reciprocate. Trying your best to ignore the butterflies in your stomach you turn your attention to Semi. "So what have you been up to?" You spend the rest of the time before the game distracting yourself from the feeling in your stomach by talking with the gray haired male beside you.

You sit in the stands with Semi, waiting for people to clear out and just killing time before you meet up with Ushijima. Your phone vibrates and you see a text from the male, telling you that he's done and waiting for you and Semi by the back exit.

"Come on Sem!" Grabbing his hand you lead him to the back exit. Passing by the restrooms you notice a group blocking your way. You can't help but let out a sigh. "What are you guys doing by the restrooms? And why are you all crowding Sho?"

Atsumu is the first to speak up. "They're ganging up on my wing spiker!" The look of confusion on your face prompts Sakusa to speak up. "Don't listen to Atsumu, they're just saying hi." Finally noticing you, Hoshiumi practically tackles you into a hug. "It's been so long since I've seen you in person y/n." He says while burying his face in your hair.

"Sorry Kou. I've been so busy." You say while reaching up to pat his head. Semi clears his throat beside you, reminding you of what you were supposed to be doing. "Oh yeah! Good game tonight guys! And it was nice seeing you Kou, but I have to get going. Text me?" And with that you excuse yourself and finally head to the exit.

You notice a figure leaning against the wall and you can't help but smile. You could recognize him anywhere, what with how he towers over everyone and just by the way he's built, definitely bigger than the others. "Y/n." He's the first to speak up. "Toshi." You say with a smile before pulling him into a hug. "We got distracted, that little shrimp was having his usual run in with everyone by the restrooms again."

"So what was it that you wanted to talk to us about y/n?" Semi questions as he shoves a spoonful of the curry into his mouth. "I feel like you're the only ones I can talk to about this. I can't go to Suna or my friends, I want an unbiased opinion because I really don't know what to do anymore." You notice that both men have stopped eating to give you your full attention.

Ushijima is the first to speak up. "What do you mean y/n?" Letting out a shaky breath, you decide to start from the beginning. "So I've met my soulmate. I can see colors now." You pause waiting for a reaction. "Holy shit! Really? What's it like? Wait. No. Who's your soulmate? What does Suna think about this? Are you going to leave Suna?" Semi fires out every thought that pops into his head, not bothering to filter any of it.

You bury your face in your hands. "I don't know what to do. My soulmate is Atsumu. And as of right now I have no intentions of breaking up with Rin but...I feel like the more time I spend with Atsumu the more I can picture myself with him." You feel someone rubbing soothing circles into your back, it's only then do you realize that you're crying. "It's okay. You don't have to make a decision right now sweetheart." Looking up you see Ushijima, his olive eyes staring back at you. There was something about his eyes, even before you could see color that almost always immediately comforted you.

"I'm scared. I'm scared that I'm going to hurt Rin. Or that I'm going to hurt Atsumu. I don't know if he remembers but one night he got drunk and told me that he's falling in love with me." It's Semi's turn to comfort you, thumbs swiping at the tears. "Kitten, it's normal to feel what you're feeling. You always put others before yourself, it's okay to be selfish sometimes, you know?"

Was it really okay to be selfish for once? "Well how do you feel about Atsumu? Just because you're soulmates doesn't mean you'll work out. You have to put in the effort like any other relationship." The olive haired male says. People always had the perception of Ushijima being a dumb jock but that was far from it. He just didn't like to talk if he didn't need to.

How do you feel about Atsumu? You've been so focused on his drunken confession that you never really got to focus on your feelings for him. "Sometimes he'll do something or say something meant just for me and I'll get butterflies. I enjoy the time we spend together. When he's hurting, I can't help but feel the same way. I don't think of being his assistant as a job because I like being able to be there for him. But I can't help but think what if I'm just thinking I feel this way because we're soulmates? What if I'm subconsciously trying to make things work because we are soulmates and not because I actually love him?"

"Well how do you feel about Suna?" Semi questions. You let out a sigh. You know your feelings for Suna. "Where do I even start? I love him. I love him so much. And I'm not saying this because I feel guilty or anything. I get excited to see his good morning texts, I look forward to our phone calls, I miss him whenever we're apart, I'm constantly thinking about him. I can see a future with him. That's why I can't help but feel guilty whenever I have these thoughts about Atsumu. They're both amazing, but I don't know what I should do. I don't want to hurt either of them."

"I think it would be best to let both of them know. They have a right to know what your feelings are for the both of them, because they're both part of it too." Although he was a man of few words, whenever Ushijima did speak, it was always exactly what you needed to hear even if you didn't want to. "You don't have to go at this alone, Suna and Atsumu are also there for you." The gray haired male gives you a quick pinch on the cheek. "And if you ever need to talk about it...we're here." He motions between himself and Ushijima. "Did you ever think of being in a relationship with both of them? I mean it worked out for the three of us."

You can't help but chuckle before playfully shoving Semi. "I think I want to be in a monogamous relationship now. It was exhausting having two boyfriends." You tease. But it was an interesting thought, could you really be with both of them? "But really, if you feel like you don't have anyone to talk to about this, we're here y/n." Ushijima broke you out of your thoughts and hearing him comforting you and telling you that you can rely on the both of them, that brought on a fresh set of tears. What did you do to deserve such amazing people in your life?

Bonus:

so i really had Semi joking about a poly relationship in the drafts before y'all suggested it. lol.

the google form is still up if you haven't answered it! i'll probably keep it up for a few days so everyone has a chance to answer it. ☺

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it's a crime that all the japan men's vball games are at 4:40am for me but will i be watching them? yes. 🥴

and have a fun weekend! stay safe & hydrated!

oh yeah sleepover is next chapter & it's pretty much a filler. but one of my faves idk.

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II. Navy (W. Ushijima)

Taken from my AO3 series of one-shots & reposted here

Pairing: Ushijima x F!Reader

Word count: 1,446

Genre: Fluff, birthday fic

Summary: Aoba Johsai's volleyball team has never been able to defeat the Great Ushiwaka of Shiratorizawa. Their manager, however? She can bring him to his knees in mere seconds.

Or, Ushijima Wakatoshi is helplessly in love with Seijoh's Ace's twin sister, and the Aoba Johsai VBC is not appreciative of it.

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It's no secret that Ushijima Wakatoshi is a baby when it comes to matters of love or any emotion that comes with showing affection. His movements on the court are lithe, careful, and precise. Mistakes rarely happen when he's playing his beloved sport, and errors will almost certainly never happen if he's at his peak concentration- then he's at a completely different and untouchable level. He has a degree of grace and beauty on the court that a professional figure skater would be jealous of (not to mention his incredible stamina).

And yet, when it comes to you, he may as well be an infant struggling to walk. It's messy, he's not sure what he's doing, and sometimes he gets hurt trying to figure it out. He knows you, that much he's sure about. You've both known each other for years now. So why, why is it so hard to figure out something to do for you on your birthday?

Around the holidays and on his birthday, he would always tell you not to get him something. He's not a big fan of presents. If he needed something, he'd simply ask his family and then in 1-2 business days, bam. The item in question would be at his front door. And yet, every time, you've still found a way to give him something meaningful.

In the three years he's known you, you've given him a scrapbook, a jar of reasons you love him, and, his most favorite gift of all, a volleyball with everyone's signatures on it. Not just his team's, but other teams as well. People from the Fukurodani, Johzenji, Nekoma, Itachiyama, hell, even Karasuno and Aoba Johsai. You'd somehow managed to coerce Oikawa into signing it. When he'd asked about Oikawa, you'd simply shrug and say "he owed me one". He decided not to press any further. While some people opted to simply write their name on the ball, others wrote little messages too. Iwaizumi Hajime had written a simple happy birthday, while Tendou had to be stopped by you from practically taking up the entire damn ball, a story told to him by his teammates later on. He even cracked a small chuckle imagining your small figure trying to restrain Tendou Satori of all people. He also learned that Oikawa likes to sign his name with a star next to his signature. Ushijima thought it was tacky, but it fit his personality well. Every year you didn't have a physical present for him, you'd take him out on a date or give him one of your homemade bentos.

He was not a fan of presents, but he's certainly grown to look forward to receiving yours.

Yet, every year, he struggles to figure out what to get you. In the past years, he'd given you something simple, but nice or something you just happened to need at the time. One year it was a phone, since Oikawa had accidentally broken yours that year. Ushijima had to visit Oikawa himself and convince him not to buy you a new phone, since Ushijima would be the one handling it. After some debate, Oikawa finally gave in. Another year he'd gotten you a simple silver band, one that you keep on your index finger. He rarely sees you go out without it on, something he's found very pleasing. It brings a sense of satisfaction to his mind when he sees it on you.

Perhaps it was the weather, he rationalized, that was getting in the way of his ideas. Or maybe it was the fact that he had another practice match coming up soon, so he was also coming up with game plans in the back of his mind. He needed to focus. Ushijima was normally ahead of things when it came to plans with you, but he's been so busy with volleyball these past few weeks that he hasn't been able to buy you your gift yet. And now it was six in the evening on a Friday, and he still wasn't sure what to get you for your birthday tomorrow.

He grumbled under his breath, he'd just have to swallow his pride and ask for help. He took out his phone and called the first person he could think of- Tendou. You two were good friends, after all.

"Helloooo? What's up Wakatoshi?" Tendou sang.

"[Name]." He said.

"You're gonna have to give me more context than that." His friend pointed out.

"We're celebrating her birthday tomorrow and I'm unsure of what to get her."

"Something sweet. She's got a pretty awful sweet tooth after all."

"I want something she can keep. Something that will last."

"Oh wow. What a doting boyfriend. Hmm... Well I don't think she needs anything right now... Oh! Why don't you just give that ace from Seijoh a call?"

"...I do not have his number."

"I'll text it to you. Later." And with that, the line went dead.

Damn. He had to ignore his pride just to call Tendou, but Iwaizumi? That was a different level. He'd do it, though, because it's for you.

Ding!

Tendou: It's +81-XXX-XXXX-XXX

Tendou: good luck~ (*´ I `)ﾉﾟ(ﾉД｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡

Ushijima: Thank you.

Should he call or text? Maybe texting would be the better option. You never answered any unknown numbers, who's to say your twin wasn't the same way? He gave your brother a contact before sending a text.

Ushijima: Hello, Iwaizumi. It's Ushijima. Do you have any good gift ideas for [Name]?

Iwaizumi: dude how'd you get my number?

Ushijima: Tendou had it.

Iwaizumi: cool. follow up question: why does he have it?

Iwaizumi: nevermind. not sure I wanna know.

Ushijima couldn't help but think about how you and your brother text the same way.

Iwaizumi: dunno. she likes meaningful gifts i guess. maybe an album? or a scr:"//ad39E

He furrowed his brows in confusion. A what?

Iwaizumi: sorry. oikawa made a grab for my phone. i was gonna say maybe a scrapbook.

Ushijima: I don't know how to make those.

Iwaizumi: painting?

Ushijima: I am bad at art. What are other people getting her?

Iwaizumi: im getting her a new video game for her switch. oikawa's getting her concert tickets to that band she likes so much. yahaba and kyoutani pooled their money together and got her a bunch of new clothes. kunimi's giving her $20. the rest of team pooled their money together and got her a new tablet. i know the players from fukurodani, karasuno, johzenji, nekoma, itachiyama, and inarizaki got her stuff but i dont know what.

Iwaizumi: wait actually those twins from inarizaki got her a stuffed animal and a box of cookies from a bakery she likes

Yahaba and Kyoutani got her clothes... A lightbulb lights up in his mind.

Ushijima: Thank you. I know what to give her.

Iwaizumi: yea no problem

Ushijima went to the shopping district for no reason, then. He went back to his dorm, stepping inside and immediately opening his closet.

"Figured something out?" Tendou greeted from his bunk.

"Yes." He responded, taking one of his sweaters off from a hanger and holding it out in front of him.

Tendou raises his eyebrows in shock, "she's gonna be swimming in that."

"Yes, but she likes to take my volleyball jacket all the time. She says it smells like me, so I may as well give her this one since she can't keep the volleyball jacket." Ushijima holds in front of him a large maroon sweater with the word Shiratorizawa printed in white on it. It was bought to fit him and all his 189 centimeter glory.

"She'll love it."

"Why are you giving this back to me? I gave it to you." Ushijima tilts his head slightly.

You stood in front of him holding out the sweater he had given you for your birthday a few weeks ago, neatly folded in your hands. You felt your face grow hot in embarrassment. "It... Doesn't smell like you anymore. There's no point if it doesn't feel like I'm close to you."

He's quiet for a moment before taking the sweater from your hands. "So you are returning it?"

You can't look at him in the eye, "for now. I want it back, of course. Just... wash it or something with whatever laundry soap you use and give it back so it smells like you."

He smiles softly at you and presses a light kiss to your forehead. He doesn't look like someone who could be soft. His sheer strength on the court and his powerful spikes on the court can attest to that, but he can't help it when it came to you.

"I love you."

Fin.

[kopicetic]

Yeah okay so Detroit beat the Fucks at the game we went to and also I had a MOMENT.

So I've been kind of posting about my personal life, which I don't usually do a ton but like I needed to talk this out I guess lol.

Anyway we went on a trip to Detroit for a friend's birthday and it was like a garbage trip all around pretty much. Like just all this shit happened, and it wasn't even like monstrous stuff, just everything adding up and all.

It was like fine traveling with him, we had a good time, but it was getting home, he was gonna drive my car over to the rental car place and then pick me up, and we were in his place when someone is banging on the door.

Like okay, for some background, I know he's in an open relationship with his girlfriend. We've known each other for several years now and she's always accused me on and off of trying to fuck him or steal him, etc. And I also know she was blowing up his phone this whole weekend. Like texting nonstop and calling. I didn't see it, but my friend told me it kept popping up on the car screen lol.

So like the moment I hear the door knocking and he looked up and ignored it, I *KNEW*. So I moved out of view of his door but the damage was done, she saw my back, she banged on his door for fucking 15 minutes and he kept ignoring and texting her until it sounded like she was kicking his door.

So he goes over to deal with her finally, they're both screaming at the top of their lungs, I'm looking for a way out because I don't know where he keeps knives nor did I have anything I could use as a garrote because this bitch is obviously upset as fuck AND she's a fucking meth head so like. I'm gonna fucking defend myself if it comes down to that.

She's standing there screaming about who was the woman in his house, she fucking loves him, he was ignoring her, she misses him, she needs to know, it's not fair, he's yelling about how she needs to go away, fuck off, he's calling the cops, the whole neighborhood 🥫 hear it, I'm debating running through the patio but he was blocking her from the door so she was still facing the house.

Now. This bitch might be a junkie but I can pretty much guarantee I'm likely one of the only redheads they mutually know. Like I have dyed bright red hair. Even a meth head can put two and two together and sometimes get four.

Sure as shit, she messages me. And I admit, I lied through my teeth. Kind of. I told her I only saw him one day, nothing was happening, it was for a pogo friend's birthday (which it was), we weren't dating (which we're not), I haven't seen him since. You know, I figured I'd leave out the part where we fucked twice a day like the entire trip. 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

She tells me they were only open so he could have a boyfriend, not another girlfriend, and I don't do polyamorous relationships, I already knew this about them, and it's one of the reasons I have zero interest in dating him.

Like hi, you can have feelings for just me. You can fuck whoever. But if you're going on dates with them too, and talking outside of arranging hookups, and having feels for them too, fuck outta here, I don't care about physical stuff, but if you emotionally cheat on me, you can go to fucking hell lmao. And I told her that, I think we bonded a bit.

Like I don't want to steal your boyfriend, I just want his dick for a while. But you can keep him.

So now here we are. He still is coming off like he wants way more, I still have zero interest in dating him and I don't trust him lol.

But damn the sex is good though. 🤣🤣 So like. Now I guess I'm just gonna keep doing what we were doing, at least until December because we have plans to go to Philly and NYC.

But I don't know that any boy is worth dealing with psycho girlfriends. And again, I know it sounds sketch but I knew he had a girlfriend, and they've both confirmed now that it was open, just she thought it was open for only him to have other boyfriends and not other girlfriends.

Anyway I'm tempted to send the boy back to the manufacturer for a refund because I got a faulty one and start over again because this is becoming too much. Throw the whole entire man out and start over. 🤣🤣🤣

[estrxlar]

The Ghost Of You

27 - Might Get Hurt

this chapters songs:

Cigarette Daydreams; Cage The Elephant

Loving Machine; TV Girl

Fuck It I Love You; Lana Del Rey

- Y. L. Perspective

It was a week until the inter-high tournament, meaning the team was non-stop when it came to volleyball practice. The third-years consume their spare time teaching the first-years silent rules and tricks about being on the court, the second-years perfect their abilities and energy capacity, and the first-years compete against one another more and more.

"Set it, you idiot!" Hinata hollers at Kageyama, who is standing tall with the ball above his head as the redhead leaps to grab it from his palms.

"Not with that attitude, asshole!" he remarks.

I roll my eyes in frustration. The two of them have been head-on for the past three weeks, each expanding their level of immaturity. Daichi was having second thoughts about letting them join the team but didn't dare to kick them off; he couldn't admit the fact they were exactly what we needed to make a difference in Karasuno's volleyball club reputation.

Luckily, Coach Ukai likes to keep things in order here. "If I hear any more bickering between the two of you, you're grounded from playing the first set against Tokonami High!" he lectures.

Daichi gives me a quick message over the shoulder, "Hey, how has everything been being a new manager and all?" I turn to the guy who abides beside me with his hand on my back. Though it a was friendly action, I still wasn't used to men being so friendly with me considering I always kept my guard up around them. It took a while to be able to trust the guys on the team.

"It's been alright. A month in progress and we've still got so much work to do. Are you and the boys excited about the Inter-high tournament?" I ask him, holding my clipboard of notes against my chest.

He shrugs. "I guess. We're most nervous about the first game of our last year in high school, you know?"

I hadn't thought about how much pressure the guys are under during this time. "Yeah, I understand. It must be hard to have responsibility over the underclassmen. I have lots of respect for you, captain!" I say, patting his shoulder. "You guys should go out sometime and take a night off before the competition!"

Daichi brightens at the idea of doing something other than volleyball practice and replies, "that sounds like a wonderful idea! I've been thinking of doing something for Koshi's birthday, as well."

"I've got my music competition the day after his birthday. That's a tight schedule." I look down at my feet feeling conflicted.

"Well, how about we all go out to dinner for his birthday, then the next day meet up for your competition," Daichi suggests.

I look up to the smiling brunette who has his hands crossed in confidence. "Oh, that sounds like a great idea! Just text me more about it and we can plan it out soon."

He nods, patting my head. Coach Ukai calls for him back onto the court to spike another set of volleyballs. "Alrighty, Y/n. I'm off!"

'Koshi's birthday is June 13, while the festival is on 14, and the competition is on 15. That's a lot of work for me in three days.' I wanted my boyfriend's eighteenth birthday to be memorable, so perhaps a fancy dinner would generate just that. Elegant birthday parties meant fancy clothing, so shopping with Kiyoko was the best idea that came to mind.

My eyes search for Koshi before I spot him with his hand rested on his neck as he spoke to Yamaguchi. The freckled young boy demonstrated hand movements and coordination that indicated he was practicing a new skill. I pondered upon the idea of Tadashi being open to Koshi's skills considering he has been surrounded by an ignorant guy like Tsukishima as his best friend, who most definitely doesn't like Koshi.

He looks at me from across the gym and smiles, mouthing a few words. I nod and pretend as if I understand only to see him blush and look back at Yamaguchi, who is looking at me with wide eyes, giggling. "What?" I mouth back.

"You called Koshi pretty from that angle, Y/n." A voice says from behind me. I turn to meet the chest of Kageyama, who has a small nose bleed. "Can you help me, please? I can't find Kiyoko."

He jabbed me in my heart by admitting he would rather get help from the other manager than from me but I find mind it very much. "Of course," I reply, setting down my notes on a bench and motioning for Tobio to follow me to the supply closet.

As we enter, I flick the light on and search the shelves for a first aid kit. When I retrieve it I set it down on a chair and make Kageyama sit. He seems upset for a reason unknown, so I ask, "Is everything okay? How'd you get hurt, hm?"

"W-well, if I'm being honest, I kind of did it to myself," he stutters and groans as I apply an alcoholic wipe onto the cuts of his nose. "I was practicing my sets and got carried away."

"...how?"

"I ran into the wall.." Kageyama looks down in humiliation of being clumsy. As someone who constantly makes fun of others, I had to admit that it was nice seeing karma get back to him.

I peel open a packet of gauze and chuckle politely at Tobio's cause of the mishap. "Well, maybe you should be a little less aggressive with yourself next time. We have a game coming up, you can't go out on the court all beat up, now can you?" I ask, wiping away the blood stains on his nose, then reapplying alcohol wipes. "Is anything bothering you?"

"Well, if I'm being honest, I'm nervous. You can't tell anybody!" He snaps, grabbing a hold of my wrist. "I'm nervous about filling in Sugawara's shoes. I know you guys are close and all...I'm just trying to figure out how to be as devoted and trusting as he is. When you believe that your team will take care of you just as much as you take care of them, security surrounds you. I may be a better player than him, but I'm sure as hell, not a teammate."

I return my wrists to my lap and sigh heavily. The truth is that Kageyama struggles with anger management, making friends, and keeping a good reputation. There was no way in hell Tobio could ever make as good of an impression on the team as Koshi, but I knew there was a way he could at least try. "Look, Kags. I don't know where you got the idea that you're having to replace Koshi; I wouldn't get ahead of myself if I were you, but that's why he is so vital to the team. Koshi supplies you guys with the leadership of being a good teammate and being able to recognize the guys next to you on the court as your family. It takes a long time to become comfortable around a group of boys around your age, but that's why you have to be open-minded to your upperclassman. They have been in your uncomfortable shoes and know how to grow into them. As long as you trust yourself and your team, you'll be able to grow close to these guys. Don't worry your dumb head, okay?"

The boy nods and reaches for my hand. "Thanks a lot, Y/n. I feel like you and could relate because you're also new to the team. It must be harder for you considering all the third years are practically best friends."

I thought long and hard about his comment.

"Of course, Kageyama. Anytime."

-

On the walk to the music room, I felt heavy with every step I took. I joined the volleyball club in hopes of getting a better credit score and filling out my resume, not to grow closer to a group of tiny men. At the beginning of the year, I told myself as long as I stay in my friend group I wouldn't get hurt. Now I'm in a club of boys that I feel responsible for and friends I don't think I'll be able to let go of at the end of high school.

'What am I doing to myself?'

I enter the room abruptly, tossing my book bag onto the floor next to my guitar. "Hey, guys."

Toruku sits on the bean bag chair in front of the coffee table with pieces of paper spread across the oak furniture. He stares me up and down with his crystal eyes and sighs deeply. "Hey. I'm just finishing up the song."

"Already?!" I gasp, running up to the table and sitting on my knees, running my hands through the piles of music sheets. "Wow. When are we gonna start practicing?"

"Pretty soon. I'm wondering whether I or you should sing. What do you think? Since you wrote the lyrics, I'm guessing you want to present them," he asks, making patterns of beats on his guitar.

I nod. "Yeah, I'm open to singing the lyrics. If I'm being honest, I think you should pick. Your voice would sound beautiful with those words," I reply, smiling brightly and hiding my face behind my hands as my head weighs then down on the table.

"Can I ask you something, Y/n?"

Leaning back onto the floor, I accept his question.

"Are you in love with him?"

"With Koshi?"

"Mhm."

"Yeah, why?"

A pause in his interrogation breezes into the room, rising the uncertainty between Toruku and me. Why was he asking me? I thought he was aware of how serious I was with my boyfriend. Though we had only been dating for about a month, I couldn't imagine letting Koshi go.

Toruku unstraps his guitar from his neck and stands it against the bean bag couch, then folds his fingers between each other. "I'm asking because of your lyrics. I haven't ever heard someone describe devotion that way," he says. "I've only ever been in love twice. With Moku and with you."

-

I'm literally •_•

- estrxlar

[cyanroads]

My Heart is Your Property Chapter 2 (unedited)

Will repost once my editor, Rosa has finished

Grian was in the car with Jimmy. "So, that didn't look like Martyn's not your boyfriend."

"It's nothing, we always sleep like that." Jimmy said blushing.

"You sure you don't like him? Cause you keep getting flustered and defensive when I bring it up."

"I'm not defensive."

Grian cut him off, "Yes you are, you just won't admit it. You also won't admit your feelings for Martyn." Grian said laughing.

"I don't like him!"

"If you say so"

(This transition is shit help)

Meanwhile, at the Littlewood household, Martyn walked downstairs to the kitchen to get some food. His mom was sitting at the counter.

"You and Jimmy, huh? I always thought you two would be a cute couple." She said.

Martyn froze in his spot.

"What?" He asked, confused. "We aren't dating, we're just friends."

"Then why'd Grian send me this text?" She asked, showing Martyn her screen.

From: Grian Gaming

Timmy and Martyn are dating. Thought you'd appreciate knowing.

"Grian!" Martyn said shocked. He looked at his mom. "That's a lie. Grian made that up. We aren't dating. We're just friends. I promise."

"Ok. Grian's just tryna get you riled up I suppose. But I do know you like Jimmy. It's pretty obvious." Martyn blushed. "See, you definitely like him. But take your time telling him if you need it. But, between you and me," she paused before whispering, "he likes you back."

"No he doesn't, bye Mom," Martyn said while quickly grabbing a sandwich out of the fridge and heading to his room.

"That boy definitely likes you! You're just being oblivious," she called after him chucking lightly.

Martyn got to his room and quickly texted Grian.

Martyn: Dude why the hell did you lie to my mom? She said Timmy and I like each other. Which ISN'T TRUE BY THE WAY.

G: You definitely like him. And he totally likes you. You two are just blind.

Martyn: Nope, he doesn't like me back

Martyn: AT ALL

Martyn: AT ALL

Martyn: I MEANT TIMMY DOESN'T LIKE ME AT ALL

G: Ha! You like Tim! I knew it!

Martyn: Fuck you Grian! You know I meant to put "he doesn't like me at all"

G: Keep telling yourself that.

Martyn: I officially hate you now.

G: Lies, I'm lovely to be around.

Martyn: Keep telling yourself that.

G: How dare you use my own words against me.

Martyn: Bye, G, gotta go talk to someone who didn't lie to my mom.

G: Fine, go talk to my brother and ignore your feelings for him.

Martyn opened his messages from Jimmy. His most recent one being right before Grian had texted his mom.

Timmy :): I am home! Hello!

MARTYN!: Hi Timmy! Sorry I didn't answer immediately. I was reprimanding your brother for lying to my mom.

Timmy :): What'd he do?!

MARTYN!: Told my mom that we were dating. Totally crazy, right?

Timmy :): Absolutely! We're just friends!

Martyn frowned.

MARTYN!: Yep, just friends.

Timmy :): You said 'Yep' :(. You only say that when you're upset. You wanna talk about it?

MARTYN!: You know me too well. You wanna call or keep texting.

Timmy :): We can call! I like hearing your voice!

Timmy :): That's weird!

Timmy :): Sorry!

Timmy :): I meant I like talking to you!

MARTYN!: It's fine, Timmy. I understand what you mean.

MARTYN!: I like talking to you too ;)

MARTYN!: *:)

Martyn's phone started ringing. He picked up. "Hey Timmy. How are you?"

"Great! How are you? What are you upset about?"

Martyn sighed, "Just, why did Grian have to do that. My mom looked so happy that I had finally found someone and then she was very disappointed we weren't actually together. Like that was kinda a dick move by Grian"

Jimmy sighed.

"Sorry, 'jerk move' " Martyn laughed.

"Yeah, that was kinda rude. I heard him laughing while you two were texting. So I don't think that he felt very bad about it. Sorry, Martyn," he said sadly.

"Don't apologize, Tim, it's not your fault. I'm gonna hang up, I have to go help Mom do groceries." He lied, trying not to let Jimmy know his feelings were the real problem.

"Ok Martyn! Talk to you later!" Jimmy said.

"Bye, Timmy," Martyn said, hanging up. What is he gonna do with this guy?

[cyanroads]

Chapter 2 (also posted separately on my blog but this is gonna be like my masterpost. Alyx you should get a head start on your notes on that post lol and remember: 50 note limit)

Grian was in the car with Jimmy. "So, that didn't look like Martyn's not your boyfriend."

"It's nothing, we always sleep like that." Jimmy said blushing.

"You sure you don't like him? Cause you keep getting flustered and defensive when I bring it up."

"I'm not defensive."

Grian cut him off, "Yes you are, you just won't admit it. You also won't admit your feelings for Martyn." Grian said laughing.

"I don't like him!"

"If you say so"

(This transition is shit help)

Meanwhile, at the Littlewood household, Martyn walked downstairs to the kitchen to get some food. His mom was sitting at the counter.

"You and Jimmy, huh? I always thought you two would be a cute couple." She said.

Martyn froze in his spot.

"What?" He asked, confused. "We aren't dating, we're just friends."

"Then why'd Grian send me this text?" She asked, showing Martyn her screen.

From: Grian Gaming

Timmy and Martyn are dating. Thought you'd appreciate knowing.

"Grian!" Martyn said shocked. He looked at his mom. "That's a lie. Grian made that up. We aren't dating. We're just friends. I promise."

"Ok. Grian's just tryna get you riled up I suppose. But I do know you like Jimmy. It's pretty obvious." Martyn blushed. "See, you definitely like him. But take your time telling him if you need it. But, between you and me," she paused before whispering, "he likes you back."

"No he doesn't, bye Mom," Martyn said while quickly grabbing a sandwich out of the fridge and heading to his room.

"That boy definitely likes you! You're just being oblivious," she called after him chucking lightly.

Martyn got to his room and quickly texted Grian.

Martyn: Dude why the hell did you lie to my mom? She said Timmy and I like each other. Which ISN'T TRUE BY THE WAY.

G: You definitely like him. And he totally likes you. You two are just blind.

Martyn: Nope, he doesn't like me back

Martyn: AT ALL

Martyn: AT ALL

Martyn: I MEANT TIMMY DOESN'T LIKE ME AT ALL

G: Ha! You like Tim! I knew it!

Martyn: Fuck you Grian! You know I meant to put "he doesn't like me at all"

G: Keep telling yourself that.

Martyn: I officially hate you now.

G: Lies, I'm lovely to be around.

Martyn: Keep telling yourself that.

G: How dare you use my own words against me.

Martyn: Bye, G, gotta go talk to someone who didn't lie to my mom.

G: Fine, go talk to my brother and ignore your feelings for him.

Martyn opened his messages from Jimmy. His most recent one being right before Grian had texted his mom.

Timmy :): I am home! Hello!

MARTYN!: Hi Timmy! Sorry I didn't answer immediately. I was reprimanding your brother for lying to my mom.

Timmy :): What'd he do?!

MARTYN!: Told my mom that we were dating. Totally crazy, right?

Timmy :): Absolutely! We're just friends!

Martyn frowned.

MARTYN!: Yep, just friends.

Timmy :): You said 'Yep' :(. You only say that when you're upset. You wanna talk about it?

MARTYN!: You know me too well. You wanna call or keep texting.

Timmy :): We can call! I like hearing your voice!

Timmy :): That's weird!

Timmy :): Sorry!

Timmy :): I meant I like talking to you!

MARTYN!: It's fine, Timmy. I understand what you mean.

MARTYN!: I like talking to you too ;)

MARTYN!: *:)

Martyn's phone started ringing. He picked up. "Hey Timmy. How are you?"

"Great! How are you? What are you upset about?"

Martyn sighed, "Just, why did Grian have to do that. My mom looked so happy that I had finally found someone and then she was very disappointed we weren't actually together. Like that was kinda a dick move by Grian"

Jimmy sighed.

"Sorry, 'jerk move' " Martyn laughed.

"Yeah, that was kinda rude. I heard him laughing while you two were texting. So I don't think that he felt very bad about it. Sorry, Martyn," he said sadly.

"Don't apologize, Tim, it's not your fault. I'm gonna hang up, I have to go help Mom do groceries." He lied, trying not to let Jimmy know his feelings were the real problem.

"Ok Martyn! Talk to you later!" Jimmy said.

"Bye, Timmy," Martyn said, hanging up. What is he gonna do with this guy?

"My Heart is Your Property"

It's the Property Police fanfic I've promised you. It's a High school Au that revolves around the Evolutionists. Martyn Littlewood, if you see this, look at the tags because sir you are not allowed to tell Jimmy Solidarity about this.

This was edited by @roseberryk, and I love and appreciate her for it because she's way better at writing than me. And that also may be why the writing style is slightly different than mine (Most of the dialogue is the same as I wrote it she just fleshed out everything else because I'm a simple man and can't write descriptive things.

Now, onto chapter 1 (I'll be posting chapters maybe once a week)

There’s hesitation in his hands, shaking and unstill, but the wood is knocked on anyway.

“Grian?” He asks, his voice quieter and more uncertain than usual.

To both his lack of and appearance of surprise, his brother’s voice is on the other side, the casual tone playing with his curious annoyance, "What is it, Timmy?”

"I need to talk to you."

The door shifted open, cleanly creaking so Jimmy could step inside. He does slip in, plopping precariously on the edge of the bed sheets while Grian sat not far beside him.

"What is it, Tim?"

He delays his words, every sentence he tries to formulate in his mind simply shattering and coming off his tongue like stutters. Impatience starts to seep through his brother’s eyes.

"Just say it, Tim."

"Alright!” he’d exclaim, his voice much louder than what he’d hoped could’ve come out. The stillness in the other’s voice was absolutely cracking him, and not in a good way.

He breathes the judging silence in.

“I'm. . .

I’m bisexual, G.”

He doesn’t even have to look up from the floor to read his face, he can just feel the shocked expression looking down at him. Does his brother even know how to react to this? He’s never met anyone who was queer by definition, hasn’t he?

The cruel silence tore him away, as a bad thing, as a souring opinion. He doesn’t think that Grian would try to chase him this time.

Jimmy grabbed his shoes, forced through their door, and jogged into the cold evening, with nothing but himself, a terrified perspective, biting tears, and a trail pre-made by his mind through the streets. He’s done this too many times before- he’s making his way to Martyn's house.

Does he even want him here? well,

He knocked on the door.

A woman attended to the door, scuffling to make it, only to find him distraught, wincing at the light. He knew her, she was Martyn’s mother, and that gave him at least one sign of relief.

"Come in,” She has some sympathy, as always. “Martyn's just upstairs."

Jimmy came in, slipping out of his shoes. He brought nothing, absolutely nothing but himself, his jacket, and self-imposed, anxiously queer baggage.

“Thanks.” he’d say. The woman giggles, as if to say ‘you’re welcome, but no need.’

Now, he just needs to climb to his best friend’s room, and wait for his brother’s proper response. That feels a lot like waiting for the police to break in and apprehend him from hiding.

"Oh, Tim?"

The door creaks further open, just as hesitant as an estranged coming out, but

Jimmy walked over and sat down and leaned into his best friend's shoulder and started to sob. Martyn wrapped his arms around Jimmy and ran his hand through Jimmy's hair to soothe him. "I'm assuming it didn't go well. Can you tell me what happened, bud?"

"I-I-I told him. And he just looked shocked and then, he just-he didn't say anything. So I don't think he accepts me. He probably thinks I'm terrible, and a disgrace, and hates me, and-"

Martyn grabbed Jimmy's hands, made Jimmy look at him.

"Solidarity James Jimothy Timmy Pete Gaming. Your brother does not hate you. No one will ever hate you. And if they do, they are heartless creatures ok?"

Jimmy hesitates, maybe doubting those words down-heartedly. Jimmy's phone started ringing. Jimmy looked at the screen, it said, "G."

He looked at Martyn, "should I pick up?"

Martyn nodded, "but give it to me, if he says anything mean, I don't want you to hear it." Jimmy gave Martyn his phone and Martyn answered it and left the room.

"Tim? Tim. bud, talk to me. I'm so sorry if I did something to upset you. It's just. I wasn't expecting my little brother to come out to me. I didn't know how to react. I'm so so so sorry. Please forgive me. Please say something."

"G, this is Martyn. I picked up the phone just in case you were homophobic. Do you want me to give you to Timmy so you can tell him that?"

Grian chuckled on the other side of the line, "Please?"

"Ok," Martyn walked back to his room, "Here he is," Martyn said, handing Jimmy his phone back. Grian told Jimmy the same thing he told Martyn.

"Love you, too, G" Jimmy said smiling.

"Are you at Martyn's house?"

"Yea, I'm at Martyn's house."

"Why'd he get to know first?"

"He knew before you because I knew he was accepting and he's my best friend"

"I thought I was your best friend?" Grian chuckled.

"You're my brother, he's my best friend that's not part of my family."

"Ok, is Martyn your boyfriend?" Grian teased.

"No!" Jimmy said blushing.

"Really, so do you like him?"

"NO!!"

"Just seeing, also, I talked to Mom after you left and said you were probably at Martyn's and she said you could spend the night there if you'd like."

"I'll probably stay, I'll ask Martyn."

"Bye, love you, Tim."

"Ok, bye, Love you," Jimmy said, hanging up.

"Martyn, can I spend the night here?"

"Of course, you're always welcome here, you know that." Martyn sat next to Jimmy on the bed. "So, wanna watch a movie or something?"

"You wanna watch Survivor Season 28?"

"Again?" Jimmy comes over once or twice a week. The Littlewoods' house is basically a second home to him. And they watch Survivor Cagayan at least once a month.

"But, Spencer Bledsoe," Jimmy reasoned.

"Can't argue with that logic." Jimmy has the biggest crush on Spencer Bledsoe.

It may take 11 hrs to watch but it's only 3 in the afternoon and at least this time they're watching on a summer night and not the night before finals. Because, let's just say, that wasn't the best idea. But hey, they both ended the semester with decent grades. About 4 hrs in, Martyn's mom brought them food and some drinks. She had brought them both a monster because she knew they were gonna stay up late and needed the energy if they were actually gonna get through the show because Jimmy was already half asleep.

Once they had gotten through it, Martyn started Season 31, but Jimmy was asleep on Martyn's chest by the time the second episode had started so Martyn turned off the tv, leaving them in complete darkness besides the moonlight shining through the window.

'God, he looks so cute in the moonlight.'

'Cute? Where'd that thought come from? He's my best friend, I can't have a crush on him. But, his hair does smell nice. Martyn, snap out of it. Sure, he's bi, but that doesn't mean he'll like you.' Martyn knew he was pan. Jimmy knew Martyn was pan. Jimmy just didn't know Martyn had been struggling with his feelings for Jimmy for the past 3 months. And when Jimmy had came out to him two months ago, Martyn struggled even harder to not gain feelings for Jimmy.

'He does not like you. You two are just friends. Deal with it.' Jimmy snuggled more into Martyn.

Martyn sighed happily. 'Doesn't mean the little things won't make me fall in love with him all over again.' Martyn thought before drifting to sleep.

Grian arrived at the Littlewood household at noon the next day. He knocked on the door. Mrs. Littlewood answered.

"Oh hello, Grian! Here to pick up Jimmy, I presume?"

"Yes, may I come in?"

"Of course! They're still in Martyn's room sleeping. They stayed up late last night."

"Thank you," Grian said walking in the house and heading up the stairs to Martyn's room and entering. He saw his brother asleep with his head on Martyn and drooling on Martyn's shirt. He saw Martyn's arms around Jimmy. He quickly took a picture on his phone. And then he shook Martyn awake. "Dude, wake up."

Martyn woke up and saw Grian, "Hey G, want me to wake him up. You can go downstairs and wait, I'll probably let him borrow some of my clothes when he wakes up."

"Ok," Grian said before leaving and shutting the door behind him.

Martyn ran his hand through Jimmy's hair and whispered, "wake up, Tim, G's here to take you back home." Jimmy shifted around before waking up.

"G'morning Martyn." He said through a yawn.

"Go steal some of my clothes. You can just give them back to me another time."

Jimmy nodded, grabbed a blue shirt and some jeans from Martyn's drawer and then went to the bathroom to shower and get changed. When he was done, he hugged Martyn and left. "Bye Martyn!"

"Bye Timmy," Martyn said as he watched the brothers walk out the door to Grian's car. 'Fuck, I'm in love,' Martyn thought.