#volleyball scoreboard

[alphatechnocratz]

 LED cricket scoreboards ,LED basketball Alpha Technocratz

Introduction: In the heart of India's bustling capital, Delhi, sporting events come alive with the pulse of competition and the roar of the crowd. At Alpha Technocratz, we understand the importance of capturing every thrilling moment with precision and clarity. As the premier LED scoreboard manufacturer in Delhi, we are dedicated to providing state-of-the-art solutions that enhance the spectator experience and elevate the standard of sportsmanship. From cricket to basketball, football to volleyball, badminton to kabaddi, Alpha Technocratz has you covered with our cutting-edge LED scoreboards.

LED Cricket Scoreboards: Cricket isn't just a sport—it's a passion that unites millions across the nation. With Alpha Technocratz's LED cricket scoreboards, you can bring the excitement of every boundary, wicket, and runout to life in stunning detail. Our scoreboards are designed to withstand the demands of the game while delivering unparalleled clarity and visibility to players and spectators alike.

LED Basketball Scoreboards in Mumbai: In the bustling metropolis of Mumbai, basketball takes center stage with its fast-paced action and electrifying atmosphere. Alpha Technocratz's LED basketball scoreboards are the perfect companion for any basketball court, providing real-time scoring updates, player statistics, and dynamic visuals that keep fans on the edge of their seats throughout the game.

LED Football Scoreboards in Delhi: Football fever runs high in Delhi, and Alpha Technocratz's LED football scoreboards are here to amplify the excitement. With vibrant displays, customizable graphics, and user-friendly interfaces, our scoreboards ensure that every goal, tackle, and save is celebrated in style, making every match an unforgettable experience for players and fans alike.

LED Scoreboards for Volleyball, Badminton, and Kabaddi: Whether it's the lightning-fast rallies of volleyball, the precision of badminton, or the raw intensity of kabaddi, Alpha Technocratz has the perfect LED scoreboard to match. Our scoreboards are designed to meet the unique requirements of each sport, providing clear visibility, easy operation, and robust durability to withstand the rigors of competitive play.

Conclusion: At Alpha Technocratz, we believe that every sporting event deserves to be showcased in the best possible light. With our cutting-edge LED scoreboards, you can elevate the spectator experience, enhance player performance, and create lasting memories that will keep fans coming back for more. Choose Alpha Technocratz as your LED scoreboard manufacturer in Delhi, and discover the difference that superior technology and unmatched quality can make in your sporting endeavors.

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led badminton scoreboard

Introduction: In the heart of India's bustling capital, Delhi, sporting events come alive with the pulse of competition and the roar of the crowd. At Alpha Technocratz, we understand the importance of capturing every thrilling moment with precision and clarity. As the premier LED scoreboard manufacturer in Delhi, we are dedicated to providing state-of-the-art solutions that enhance the spectator experience and elevate the standard of sportsmanship. From cricket to basketball, football to volleyball, badminton to kabaddi, Alpha Technocratz has you covered with our cutting-edge LED scoreboards.

LED Cricket Scoreboards: Cricket isn't just a sport—it's a passion that unites millions across the nation. With Alpha Technocratz's LED cricket scoreboards, you can bring the excitement of every boundary, wicket, and runout to life in stunning detail. Our scoreboards are designed to withstand the demands of the game while delivering unparalleled clarity and visibility to players and spectators alike.

LED Basketball Scoreboards in Mumbai: In the bustling metropolis of Mumbai, basketball takes center stage with its fast-paced action and electrifying atmosphere. Alpha Technocratz's LED basketball scoreboards are the perfect companion for any basketball court, providing real-time scoring updates, player statistics, and dynamic visuals that keep fans on the edge of their seats throughout the game.

LED Football Scoreboards in Delhi: Football fever runs high in Delhi, and Alpha Technocratz's LED football scoreboards are here to amplify the excitement. With vibrant displays, customizable graphics, and user-friendly interfaces, our scoreboards ensure that every goal, tackle, and save is celebrated in style, making every match an unforgettable experience for players and fans alike.

LED Scoreboards for Volleyball, Badminton, and Kabaddi: Whether it's the lightning-fast rallies of volleyball, the precision of badminton, or the raw intensity of kabaddi, Alpha Technocratz has the perfect LED scoreboard to match. Our scoreboards are designed to meet the unique requirements of each sport, providing clear visibility, easy operation, and robust durability to withstand the rigors of competitive play.

Conclusion: At Alpha Technocratz, we believe that every sporting event deserves to be showcased in the best possible light. With our cutting-edge LED scoreboards, you can elevate the spectator experience, enhance player performance, and create lasting memories that will keep fans coming back for more. Choose Alpha Technocratz as your LED scoreboard manufacturer in Delhi, and discover the difference that superior technology and unmatched quality can make in your sporting endeavors.

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[arlertwhore]

pairing: paige bueckers x fem! reader

synopsis: you win the championship and paige shows you how proud she is.

warnings: smut, spitting, strap, thigh worship, clit play, size kink, sort of breeding kink, paige is horrendously down bad 🔥😝

word count: 2.7k

author note: so lazy with this one; i just rly liked the request idea as a former volleyball player :D!

Paige Bueckers, the star basketball player at your school UConn & also your girlfriend, and you merely had any time to see each-other due to the demanding nature of your athletic lives. You missed her dearly. The separation had led to some desperate late nights of falling asleep on facetime, sending one and other awful sappy texts throughout the day, and even FaceTime sex, a whole new low for you both. You hated living this way, but as two athletes who had thankfully and unfortunately fallen in-love, you had no other choice than to reap you had sowed. The basketball season hadn't even ended when the volleyball season began in earnest, each moment passing in a blur of practices and matches. Your schedules were back-to-back, the end of one season blending into the beginning of the next, and you didn't have a chance to see each-other until now, just as the volleyball season was coming to end, with UConn at the NCAA Women's Volleyball Championship, the game you had invited her to. Your nerves were soaring. You had played and beaten all these other teams relentlessly over the past month, but knowing it all rode on this, while your overly-competitive and patriotic husky girlfriend watched from the crowd, made the pressure even more intense. As your girlfriend always said, "You have to feel the noise." The gymnasium roared with the intensity of a thousand heartbeats, the sound of sneakers squeaking on polished wood blending with the rhythmic chanting of "Let's go, Huskies!" The scoreboard flashed 24-23. One more point, and UConn would be the champions. You never recalled Paige or her friends being volleyball fans, but they were at the literal edge of their seats from your peripheral vision as you tried to stay focused on the huddle, mind racing. "Alright, girls, this is it. One point stands between us and victory. We need to be sharp, focused, and give it everything we've got. Remember the training, remember why we're here." said Coach, his voice, though calm, carrying the weight of the moment. You glanced around at your teammates, their faces a mixture of exhaustion and determination. Your own heart pounded like a drum in your chest - the pressure, the responsibility, but also the exhilaration of the challenge. As you all broke the huddle, you didn't miss the resolve in everyone’s eyes. The team took their positions, and you moved to your spot at the front left, just before Paige, on the sidelines. You glanced over at her, eyes a mix of uncertainty and anticipation, but she met your gaze with faith in her eyes as she clapped her hands together enthusiastically, encouraging, "You got this, baby." warmly and lovingly. You sighed deeply, pointing to Paige as you locked eyes with her, conveying your commitment. Despite the times you had to prioritize other things over your relationship, you were determined to make it right and fulfill your promises to her by obtaining the game-winner point. The setter, Jessie, gave you a nod, her expression steely and confident. When the whistle blew, and the opposing team served, the ball sailed over the net, a blur of motion. Sara, the libero, dove expertly, digging the ball out with a perfect pass to Jessie. The ball floated high, a beacon of hope in the air, and Jessie’s hands moved with practiced precision, setting the ball up perfectly. Time seemed to slow down as you took the approach. Three quick steps, a deep breath, and then you were airborne. The gym seemed to hold its breath with you. Your eyes locked onto the ball, and in that split second, all the hours of practice, all the sweat and hard work, crystallized into this one moment. You brought your striking arm back, muscles coiling like a spring, and then snapped forward with all the force you could ever muster.

The sound of the spike echoed through the gym, a sharp crack like a lightning strike. The ball rocketed over the net, angling hard toward the far corner of the court. The opposing blockers, despite their best efforts, were a split second too slow. Time resumed its normal pace as the ball hit the floor with a resounding thud, just inside the line. The referee’s whistle blew, signaling the point and the win. For a heartbeat, there was silence, the realization settling in. And then, the gym exploded into cheers, a wave of sound that crashed over it. Your teammates swarmed you, their joy infectious, and you jumped, shouted, and hugged until you collapsed onto the floor, eyes shut. Reclined on the court, inundated by the applause and the profoundness of the moment, a tender touch on your shoulder prompted your eyes to flutter open, tears welling up. "Hey," she murmured softly, brushing a strand of sweat-dampened hair from your forehead, and you found yourself unable to hold back your deeper sobs. Opening your eyes, Paige knelt beside you, her beautiful face everything you needed to cap off a perfect night. She had this way of picking you up, not just physically, even though she does, but emotionally too, almost as if she always knew when you needed that reassurance. Paige didn't say more. Understanding the depth of your feelings, she simply held you close. As tears streamed down your cheeks, mingling with the shouts of celebration around you, you felt an overwhelming gratitude for her unwavering presence. Looking into each other's eyes, you couldn't help but smile. Paige always tried to lighten your mood, no matter how serious the situation. She tapped your cheek in a playful slap. "Lighten up, buttercup," she teased, "You just won the fuckin' championship and you out here cryin'?" You chuckled softly, cupping her face gently. "You're a bigger crybaby, Goldilocks." You know that moment, where everything else fades away and it's just the two of you? Yeah. Disregarding your family-friendly contracts, you leaned in and kissed your girlfriend the way you'd been longing to for ages. Despite the potential fallout from managers and anyone else, it felt incredible to feel her lips moving against yours in that way that always left you breathless. Her big, comforting hands enveloping you, rubbing the small of your back. You broke away, saying softly, "Let's go home." ----------- Though Paige was blonde and not the sharpest, it didn't take a genius to know what you meant by "Let's Go Home." You guys barely make it inside before she's turned you around against the apartment door, eagerly trying to yank your shorts off and get a taste of what she saw over the phone the previous weekend. You turn, gently pushing her head away. "No!" you insist. Like a bewildered puppy, she looks at you with confusion, panting. "I-... Is that not why you wanted to come ho-" "I have to shower, Paige, you're gross," you say firmly. She rolls her eyes, tugging at your shorts again, all the while planting soft kisses up your thick volleyball-girl thighs, really trying to entice you. "Pleaseee, baby," she begs, lips softly sucking a hickey on the front skin of your right thigh, leaving a trail of gentle kisses as her mouth inches closer to your pussy, her hands caressing your ass eagerly.

"I don't care. You know I don't," she tries to reason, her voice muffled against your clothed cunt, desperate to taste you. But you stand firm, looking down at her kneeling before you.

You push her forehead back with your fingers, before gripping her chin gently in a smooth motion. "You're such a desperate little slut..." you cooed, voice ruling.

Paige, the usual tough guy is photographable when she sticks out her tongue obediently, entranced, and you grant her request, spitting directly into her mouth and gently closing her jaw to ensure she swallows it before trailing off.

She closes her eyes, wanting to say strong. It truly does take all of her restraint not to tackle you and kiss you senseless because damn, it was so hot when you dominated her like that. She's so weak in the knees after the moment that she stays there until you finish your shower.

Before meeting you, she was used to being in control, but you always stripped her of her resolve. It left her a trembling soaking wet mess as she trudged toward the bedroom, where she found you naked on the bed, your hair wet and your body glistening, even wetter. She loomed in the doorframe, unable to tear her gaze away, captivated by the sight of you.

"Oh fuck, baby," she bellowed, "Shit, I- You're so fucking gorgeous, I-"

"Shut up, Paige," you interrupted, then spread your legs invitingly, your sparkling wet pussy on display for her eyes that lit up like a supernova. "You know, words are cheap. Show me. I want to feel it," you whispered, the sound of your voice like a siren, drawing her closer, your head tilted with a determined gaze.

She sauntered up to the bed. It was as if you blinked, and suddenly Paige was partially naked, still clad in her boxers. Her lips came to yours first, tongues intertwining hungrily, and you eagerly share your saliva, having left her mouth dry with your words.

As she drips what you gave her down onto your cunt, the trickle of saliva tickles you, sending shivers through your body and making your toes curl with anticipation.

"You look so hot when you're fucking me, babe," you tease her, and she lets out an impatient groan, lifting your body and placing your legs over her shoulders.

Her long fingers teasing up and down your slit elicit a velvety low whine from you, a sound that's more a reflex than a conscious choice, knowing it drives her crazy.

"Hold them," she murmurs, her breath warm against the back of your ankle. Lost in bliss for a moment, you don't comply, relishing in the way her fingers touch your clit like its her own body.

The stroke of her fingers always begins with a feather-light touch, barely grazing the surface like she's tracing delicate paths mapping constellations in the night sky.

Then, the tempo builds gradually, each stroke gaining confidence and purpose, lingering momentarily in certain spots where her touch elicits a buck or arch of your back. She stops abruptly, smacking the side of your ass-cheek lightly.

"I said, hold 'em, baby," she insists sternly, and you realize she's motioning to your ankles.

Paige wants you to hold them. She's usually a gentleman and does it herself, but you suppose you've riled her up too much today. Paige steps away from the bed and retrieves a box hidden underneath it.

Expecting something wild like restraints, you watch as it lands on the bed, revealing it's actually a package from a toy website. When she pulls it out of its wrapping, your eyes widen, and you try to shift to get a better look, but she stops you and says firmly, "Up. I didn't say you could drop 'em." Is she crazy? You think to yourself.

"You're out of your mind, Paige! What are you doing with that?" You're more the old-fashioned girl.

More 'hands-on'. And you've also NEVER had anything of this size in you, so you're rightfully scared, but Paige's hand presses you back down by your stomach and she insists, "You'll like it." As she fits it onto herself, she adds, "We both will. I got it for tonight since I knew you'd win, champ." That flatters you enough into relaxing briefly, but when you feel Paige atop you again, fear makes you instinctively want to shut your legs.

She sighs, "Stop playing with me," she chides gently, and you whimper, "I'm scared."

She smiles softly. Paige leans down and kisses you tenderly, then guides your hands to your ankles again as she reassures, "It'll hurt for a second. But after, I'll make you feel so good you won't even think about it." You nod, trusting her.

“Plus... with how wet you are, I should just-" the hum of a buzz fills the air as she presses the girthy length against your cunt, her bottom lip curling inward as she ruts forward. "Yeah, fuck.. I should slip right in there, right, ma?" she's asking for your permission now, but the way her abs clench, her hair tousles, and her face contorts... you don't hesitate or think about yourself.

"Put it in, Paige, please," you urge. With that, she starts, the thick tip barely penetrating your first layer before you're clawing at your own ankles, gasping for breath as Paige watches with focused intensity, her cheeks hollowed. The entrancement in her blue eyes as she watches you take her in is intoxicating, and you moan in response. "Aww, yeah baby... I know it's big, I know," she murmurs.

 "I just want to bury my cock in you, okay baby?" she opines delicately. "Okay.. Mkayy, just- oh!" the snap of her hips sends your body rocking backward, head against the headboard, a pillow thankfully cushioning the impact. "You okay? I'm not breakin' ya?" she inquires gently, but even if she is, you refuse to give her the satisfaction of knowing so. However, it's evident—the burn of the stretch makes tears prickle your eyes, and she can see them.

Yet, she wants you to lie so she has a reason to continue fucking you senseless. "M' fine," you fib, and Paige throws her head back, thrusting again with a grunt, this time fully entering you with a groan of satisfaction following. She thinks aloud. "So tight, baby... nobody else fucks you like this, I love it." You look down and realize a small vibrating device is pressed against her clit, and you feel a thrill knowing she can feel its sensations, basically meaning she can feel you. "Is my pussy good?" you ask teasingly, and she knows you're only trying to rile her up, to get her to obliterate you, so, she resorts to her only solution and turns you over. She fucks you from behind, gripping your hair, and the backwards angle in which her cock fucks into you has you arching your back and throwing it back, despite the sting everytime you guys meet each other's thrusts at the same time. "Keep throwin' it like that baby, fuck," she moaned. Each time your ass met her hips, the slam echoed loud, and you gripped the sheets, clinging onto your life as she placed her hand on your ass, the other into your back, holding you down as she had her way with you. "You look so sexy when you take me, babe," she coos softly,  and you gasp.

"I'm gonna cum, P," on the verge of completely letting go. "I-.. me too, baby. This pussy makes me want to cum so hard," Gazing at her over your shoulder and sending her into overdrive, you utter, "Do it, P." through lidded eyes. "Cum in me, mommy, I want your-" She speeds up, the nearly inhuman quickness sending precum oozing out of you as you whined desperately. "You want my what, baby, my what? Tell me, ma, lemme hear it. Wanna give it to your pretty pussy."  "I want your babies, Paige, please." Her thrusts became erratic, each one driving deeper and faster. Your body tensed, teetering on the edge. “Yes, Paige, please,” you begged, feeling the pressure build to an unbearable peak. With a final powerful thrust, you both shattered. Your vision blurred as waves of pleasure surged through you, your muscles contracting uncontrollably. Paige let out a guttural moan, her grip on your ass and back tightening as she came hard, the intensity of it all leaving the both of you trembling and breathless, clinging to each-other in the aftermath. Paige was so right. You did like it. If this was just for one win, a big one, then imagine the next win, the bigger one. MASTERLIST

[hysteria-things]

BFB

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: soft dom!matt x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: ever since you and nick became close, the number one rule was don’t fuck your best friend’s brother. for you (and matt), rules are meant to be broken.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, swearing, slight hair pulling, p in v, praising, getting caught

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 697

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: switched it up a teeny bit.

this song has NOTHING to do with this fic but it’s the first thing that came to mind when i got this request LMAOOO

for @idrc383 :)

the somerville high school volleyball team won the first set, the timer on the scoreboard counting down three minutes until the next one started. you are on that team.

the coach throws positives about how you guys are playing, sipping your water out of your water bottle before he disbands the team circle.

as you wait, you check your phone to see a text message from the one and only matt sturniolo.

nick, his brother, is your best friend. you feel guilty because the thing nick nags you about most is to not get involved with his brothers. you didn’t listen and have been hooking up with matt behind his back.

you look at the bleachers across from you, seeing nick talking to chris and nate. matt, however, is staring at you. a smirk is on his face as he points to his phone, indicating for you to check your phone.

the original plan for today was to hang out with the triplets after the game (that you won), so it’s not suspicious that you’re at their house. still dressed in your jersey, but the shorts are now sweatpants.

it's late now, around 9 PM, and nick’s passed out on the couch. the movie you guys were watching still plays, but you couldn’t care less about it. chris is in the bathroom, doing god knows what since he’s been in there for ten minutes.

you’re next to matt on the couch. he moves closer to you to talk in your ear. “my room?”

you bite your lip, he gets off the couch and takes your hand so he can lead you quickly and quietly.

your ass slaps against matt’s thighs each time you plop yourself on his dick, your palms gently resting on his legs. your back is facing him, and you're bouncing nonstop. one of his hands is on your mouth to muffle your moans and whimpers, while the other one is wrapped around your ponytail.

he pulls your head back, not to where it hurts, but to rest on his shoulder. this action makes your back arch, his cock hitting a new angle. you moan loudly, causing him to tug your hair harder.

“even with your mouth covered you still can’t control yourself, huh?”

“f-feels so good.” you stammer into his hand, your eyes rolling back when he hits your g-spot.

the feeling makes you bounce even harder, matt’s chuckle tickles your neck. “my good girl— shit, you’re clenching tight. you going to be a good girl and cum for me?”

“y-yes. i-i’ll be a good girl,” you whine. you’re so focused on staying quiet and the ecstasy that you guys don’t listen in on the voices outside of his door.

nick stands just a few inches away from the bedroom in the hallway, chris stopping in his tracks since his brother is in the way. “have you seen y/n? did she leave?”

chris glances at matt’s closed door. “she’s in there.” he tilts his head to the room.

nick’s unamused. “seriously, chris. where is she?”

“in there.” he repeats with a sad expression on his face. “she and matt are in there. i saw them go in after i got out of the bathroom.”

“what?”

your hips grind as you get down from your high, matt now softy thrusting up into you to get to his orgasm. you look at him with glassy eyes, leaning to kiss you passionately.

the door slams against the wall, scaring the both of you. you scurry off of his lap and onto the bed. “what the fuck?” nick says sternly.

he and chris are standing in the doorway, nick looks infuriated and chris is cringing at the sight. matt makes sure to cover you before covering himself with his clothes by laying them on his lap.

“hey guys,” he says nonchalantly.

your face is red, trying to hide yourself under the covers. how can matt be so calm about this?

you just know that you broke nick’s trust. the one rule he gave you. of course you had to be selfish and let your feelings be more important than your friendship.

don’t. fuck. your best friend’s. brother.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[yuwuta]

JJK OLYMPICS OHHH YOURE A GENIUS

head spinning w sooooooo many athlete aus rn….. 

satoru honestly isn’t half as cocky as the media makes him out to be but he could be because you bring up world champion men’s freestyle swim times and it’s his name on the scoreboard ten times before someone else shows up. he’s faster than himself by fifteen seconds all around, he’s earned a bit of cockiness. mentioned in the last post that whenever he’s at a competition and he finishes a race, he looks at the camera and signs a little infinity sign and then blows a kiss to you. some bitter old coach always calls him out on it, and gets him fined for unsportsmanlike conduct, and he’s happy to pay the fees if it means getting a message home to you, but eventually you two come up with a new code; and at his next race, he places gold, turns to the camera, crosses his middle finger over his pointer finger and smiles. when he’s in his post-race interview, he makes sure to explain that he does it for you with the widest smile on his face.

megumi nepotism baby but not in the same sport. toji was a multi gold medalist back in his heyday for shooting, so it’s not really a surprise to anybody that megumi has scary good aim, but he takes to archery instead of shooting. actually the idea of megumi being an emo little kid and throwing rocks at a tree when his dad pissed him off his hilarious, and even funnier is toji watching him, slightly amused and a little scared because megumi is maybe six and hitting the exact same spot every single time. he grows to be very blase about it—it’s more of a release/hobby for him that he happens to be really good at, and well, now good enough to earn a few olympic medals. megumi is not a fan of having his dad ruffle his hair on international television after he’s won, but he supposes it can’t be helped.

i don’t know where to put yuuta…. tennis…. tempting….. him in his little white shorts…. little grunts after he serves…. cries….. a complete 180 in his personality when he’s playing vs doing anything else. so charming and sweet and kinda shy when he’s being interviewed, and the second he steps on the court his eyes are so cold it’s scary…. need him… extremely nerdy about his rackets, and shoes, and clothes, and rambles to you about aerodynamics and posture and torque whenever you ask him to teach you, and you always have to shutup him up with a kiss and remind him that yeah you sort of want to learn to play tennis for him, but mostly you came bc he looks hot doing it. once he got asked in an interview if he ever thinks about you while he’s playing and his response was very concise, ��no, never. it would be a big distraction,” and did not realize the implications of his heavily televised words. 

also…. not to make this post 40% yuuta but we could pull from canon a bit and make his sport fencing. he doesn’t excel because he’s the strongest, it’s because he’s learned to treat the sword as an extension of himself and a good strategist… also because i like the image of him pulling the helmet/mask off and shaking his hair out………..

don’t even know where to put yuuji…. volleyball? basketball? track and field??? the irony of him easily being the most athletic but canonically does not want to play sports 😭 but i can see him playing a sport because someone scouts him and it turns out to be a way to make steady money to support himself and his grandpa :( by the time he’s qualified and made it to the olympics, wasuke is doing much better (thanks to yuuji having landed some preemptive sponsorships and being able to afford better medical care), but not so well enough that he can travel across the world to watch yuuji play. wasuke tells you that you should travel and be with yuuji, but yuuji is so touched by the idea that you would stay with his grandpa and be by his side when he’s away :(( he wins gold, of course, and he doesn’t even wait until the closing ceremony—which, he’d mentioned in all of his interviews, so nobody can be too upset. he’s on record saying, “i’m excited to play, but i’m even happier to be going home. my girlfriend and my grandpa are watching me and i miss them!” several times— he’s on the first flight home with flowers, and tears in his eyes. puts his gold medal on his grandpa’s neck as a thank you, and spends probably thirty minutes straight hugging you and kissing you and honestly don’t put it past him to propose now that he’s got nike ambassador money 

nanami started judo as a way to relieve the stress of his overbearing job, and someone at the gym/training center notices he seems to be a natural despite being a beginner. he starts to draw a crowd, which annoys him at first because the point of judo was discipline and release from having to deal with too many people at his office job, but nanami supposes he can’t be too mad when you introduce yourself as a talent scout and offer him professional training. there’s irony in him accepting your offer, because it was definitely not based in professionalism at all… quitting his job as a salaryman to become a professional athlete in his mid-twenties was not on his bingo chart, but if it means he will have met you, then so be it. you’re with him all the way, through his training, competitions, world championships, qualifiers, all the way until he’s on the podium. you’re the first to congratulate him, but he interjects by telling you he’s quitting. you ask him why—he just won at the olympics for crying out loud, but nanami just shakes his head, puts down his flowers and his medal so his hands are free to hold your face and tell you, “it would be unethical to kiss my manager, so i am quitting.” (later, when everything is said and done, and you two are cuddling, you mention to him that he could just hire a new manager, and not quit his new career, to which he blushes because yeah… that’s probably more rational, but rational was not in his train of thought at the time)

[sixosix]

notes wc 500; just came back from watching the battle of the garbage dump movie and i was so moved that i wrote this in one sitting… literally thats it. which means there will be spoilers!!!!! of who wins lol

You weren’t sure where you exactly stood in Hinata Shoyo’s life.

Friend? Classmate? Acquaintance? None seemed right, yet everything else was too much to describe your relationship with him. You’d been with him when he took a sudden interest in volleyball, starry-eyed by the scarce footage he could secure of the Little Giant. You’d been with him as he couldn’t even bounce back a ball for the life of him, awkwardly toppling to the side from his red arms. You’d been there to tally scores of his matches with Koji and Izumi, cheering him on even when his knees buckled from exhaustion. You had been there, you had been there—what would the point be in stopping after all of that?

“You’re my best friend,” Hinata said one day. It was years ago, back when you stayed behind to help him practice, and he grinned so widely that you couldn’t help but mirror it. But that was long ago—your relationship has changed.

Best friend. That felt much better, but it still wasn’t enough.

Hinata Shoyo was the force in your life that you wish wouldn’t ever stop terrifying you.

As the teams and the crowd dispersed, you watched Hinata stand in the center of the court, panting and dazed, his brain lagging behind. He looked stunned, as if he couldn’t believe what the scoreboard displayed. They won. Hinata’s team won.

“Oi,” Kageyama grunted, shoving his shoulder, then gestured vaguely. “Don’t keep people waiting, dumbass. The match is over.”

He stumbled backward, whipped his head around, and brightened when he caught your gaze.

“Shoyo!” You threw your arms out, a laugh blown out of you as he tackled you square on the chest. “Shoyo, Shoyo—”

He exclaimed your name in the same cadence, smile so unbelievably wide that his eyes were screwed shut. “You came! Auntie told me you wouldn’t be able to make it!”

“This is important to you. Of course I’d come,” you said, affronted that he would even believe otherwise. “I always do.”

“Yeah?” he whispered.

His chest heaved heavily, sweat trickling down his neck, and his eyes were still aflame as if the adrenaline still spiked high, but you had never seen a more beautiful sight.

“Yeah,” you murmured, your gaze flicking between his eyes. His silent and intense gaze made you feel that flutter in your chest that you definitely didn’t want to feel towards your best friend. “Hey, is that Kuroo-san? Should I get his autograph?”

Hinata scrunched his nose at your pathetic attempt at diverting his attention. “What? Why?”

“Bokuto-san’s here, too. Do you think they’d let me?”

Hinata wavered for a moment, casting a glance at his master. “Bokuto-san’s awesome, but I should still be your #1, alright? You came for me.”

You nearly laughed. He was waving a finger in front of your face like he was scolding you, and he looked so serious, too.

“Of course, Shoyo.”

He nodded, pleased and grinning. Then he took you by the hand and zipped through the crowd toward a cheering Bokuto and a solemn Akaashi. Your gaze cut to where your hands were intertwined. Even after a victory, he was indulging in your dumb excuses, grinning at you from time to time, and let you witness this supernova of a man.

The fact that it was your hand he held first after one of the most important matches in his life made you understand where you stood in Hinata Shoyo’s life. You were special to him just as much as he was to you.

[knnichs]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

you get injured while playing on court, kinich just happened to be watching.

c. basketball captain! kinich & volleyball player reader

t. character(s) are in a relationship with the reader, gn!reader, fluff, no use of y/n, not proofread, highschool/uni au, wc 1.1k

m. @lowkeyren @hanniejji author notes at the end!!

It was obvious your team was winning when it came down to the basics of fundamentals—the defense was thankfully taken care of by Sethos, who had just replaced Xiangling as a libero since she, unfortunately, had decided to opt out playing in the tournament. Sethos was great, though. Being an all rounder, he is quite talented with his ball control.

But when it came to the offense, you were certainly the star when it came to your team's attacks.

You call for the set, and steadily go a few steps to the back of the attacking line. Aether gives the ball smoothly, you step forward — right, left, right — then jumping, quickly swinging your arm towards the ball as you hit the line perfectly. The referee calls the whistle before you land, and the line judge points the flag down as they face the right end of your opponent's court. A seamless play.

You got distracted looking at the scoreboard, 23-22, it was a close match and all your team needed was to win this set before you already won. As you landed from your jump, you lost balance. Eventually rolling over your left ankle, and falling to the ground.

Your teammates checked up on you, surrounding you and helping you sit up before the medic came. The match got paused as they helped you ease the pain with an ice pack, and you were brought to the benches. There, several of the other players did their best to reassure you after your unlucky landing. You don’t feel too beat up about it, you already saw this coming when you checked the scoreboard before ensuring your safety when landing. 

You had only hoped Kinich didn’t see that.

He turns the tv on and gives you the remote, two plates of stir fry noodles on the coffee table and a glass of cold water. Kinich sat right in front of you, trying to set up a comfortable place you can rest in as you recover.

“Sigewinne said it was nothing serious, I’m fine.” You repeated for… maybe the 6th time this evening. All that gave you was a displeased look from your boyfriend, and he raised the ice pack away.

“I suppose I shouldn’t be paying extra attention to you then?” 

“Wait—I was kidding. That was a joke,” 

“Oh, yeah. I’m sure it was.”

Kinich knew what it felt like having an injury, one during the season at that. It’s devastating—that might be too dramatic. It was just sad knowing you wouldn’t be able to compete until you fully heal. Knowing your coach, Wriothesley, and Beidou, they certainly wouldn’t allow you to play until you got the go sign from your doctor. A very much so sure, go sign.

So, until you got to go on court again, his job was to take care of you.

“Wait one moment. Stay here,” he said before disappearing into the bedroom. He comes back with a few pillows and the world's comfiest comforter (it was his blanket.)

He knew you felt the least bit sad because of this. No matter how minor the injury was, this was the first time you were competing in a mixed tournament, and the first time the boys and girls team from different schools competed for a regional game. It was true you got to play with them multiple times already — your team captains had easily gotten close with each other, so naturally, tune up games or practices with them were common.

Wriothesley cared for his team, so did Beidou, and so did your coach. It was difficult trying to convince everyone you were fine when you already struggled walking to the benches. That’s not including the exhaustion you felt mentally after you sat down—immediately curling up and letting a few tears go was not a good image for you. But your teammates were supportive, they also cared.

Maybe it was a little selfish demanding your coach to bring you back in court, but you were swayed by the overwhelming sense of guilt. That you couldn't play properly for the team, that your opponent ended up getting the point, and that you injured yourself because you got distracted.

“I mean, in the end, you tried your best.” He put the ice bag back on the table once he had noticed it might be getting too cold for you. “That’s what matters most, right?” 

Kinich hands you the glass of water. “And you shouldn’t feel that beat up about it. They all said you need to rest so you could recover faster, just do as they say.”

You paused for a moment, he took the glass from you as you finished drinking, and handed you the plate full of food. Then, the boy went to sit next to you as you laid on the couch. He shuffled around trying to find a proper position, and your legs ended up on top of his lap. 

“This might just be one of the most disappointing games I’ve ever done.”

He brings a hand to your knee, trying to reassure you by drawing figures across your skin. 

“You’ve done worse,” and you throw a part of the blanket towards him.

You take a fork full of the noodles—savory and sweet, exactly what you needed after the game. Kinich knew you always had a craving for something sweet, especially after training, when you’re tired. You two end up in a convenience store buying froyo at some point while you eat in the back of the car, just talking about what had happened.

“They all care about you. I care about you.” He whispers.

Kinich stretched a little to reach you, pressing his lips to your forehead in a kiss. One hand holding yours as you place the plate on the table again. Thankfully this couch fits the both of you, otherwise you wouldn’t be basking in the feeling of his arms slowly snaking up your sides, enveloping you in a warm hug.

“I’ll clean up your injuries for you, I’ll come to your games, I’ll sit here in silence until god knows when—I’ll do anything for you, because I love you. And I will continue to.” 

He holds your hand again, your left this time, and you notice a familiar shine through your fingers. The promise ring he gave you way back when the two of you had your first anniversary with your relationship just two years ago with your favorite color as the gem.

“So please, rest.”

lowkey based on what happened to me during training last… last last week?? please do not play while having a fever!!! ANYWAY this is my first work for this au im doing cough there will be a masterlist for that soon. i fear. after this ill be working on other volleyball stuff esp with scara & sethos i AM STUDYING SETHOS’ CHARACTER RIGHT NOW. hes so fun & silly i love him

anyway, do expect more of these kinds of fics (volleyball au & highschool au) because ive been having intense brainrot for them recently. and i think i did well capturing kinichs character here bc ,,, hes a silly man . who (in my perspective) teases people who hes close with while still being respectful. I ALSO DONT KNOW IF PROMISE RINGS ARE A THING IN OTHER COUNTRIES pardon me if its not … i thought it was cute 😝 okay thats enough yapping SEE YOU

@ staarri 2023 ﹑ do not repost, republish, translate, feed to ai, plagiarize,or modify any of my works.

[ruwhimsical]

“I WASN’T LEADING YOU ON, GIRL!”

He was no longer the sloppy volleyball player you hung out with, but he still was your best friend—right?

cw : heavy angst , slight fluff , gn!reader , miscommunication , hidden feelings , reader has some ass friends , idk what else !!just read and find out😈

——

You invited your friends to the MSBY match, knowing they’d be more than happy to accept. They weren’t your closest friends—just people you met along the way during university—but they were better company than going alone. The thought of running into Hinata by yourself made you uneasy.

One of your friends kept gushing about how all the players on the team were “eye candy.” This was typical for them—they’d always openly talk about guys they liked during class, feigning ignorance about how uncomfortable it made you. But you never said anything, afraid they’d drop you if you did.

Right now, though, you were thankful for their chatter. It was a convenient distraction from your thoughts, especially with Hinata on your mind. You weren’t sure if you’d be able to suppress the awkwardness when you saw him. The dread was already building in your stomach, even before the match had started. You knew he’d search for you in the crowd afterward, probably try to strike up a conversation. But what did he even want from you now?

The three of you made your way to the stands, your friends ahead, engrossed in a conversation you didn’t care to join. You took your designated seats.

“I’m so excited for this, oh my god! Do you think I could get Sakusa to sign my shirt?” one of your friends exclaimed, clapping her hands in excitement.

“Be so for real… he’d probably send the biggest dirty your way,” the other one snorted, earning a playful slap on the shoulder.

You tuned them out, your eyes scanning the arena. Then, your focus landed on MSBY’s number 21. Your “best friend”—or at least, that’s what you used to call him.

But that was before he cut you off. You had no right to crawl back into his life. He’d made that clear two years ago when you heard the news of his departure—not from him, but from Kageyama, of all people.

Your thoughts were interrupted as the velocity of a spike sent the ball smashing into the floor. You glanced at the scoreboard: Hinata had already scored a point for his team.

“Hey, Y/N… isn’t that orange-haired guy the one who invited you here?” one of your friends asked, piquing the curiosity of the other.

“Oh my god… are you guys secretly dating or something?” your friend giggled, leaning in with a mischievous grin, clearly trying to pry the answer out of you.

“It’s not like that,” you said quickly, offering a half-smile. How you wished it were, but that was a fantasy. “We just hung out during school. He messaged me and asked if I wanted to come, nothing crazy.”

“Bummer… but I won’t lie, he’s a really good player,” she said, slumping down in her seat.

You looked back at the arena, and there he was—Hinata, darting around the court with the same speed and stamina you remembered, reminding you of his old self. Maybe he hadn’t changed that much, after all. But then you noticed the difference—his movements were no longer sloppy. They were controlled, smooth, as if every motion had purpose. He was confident, proud, the embodiment of someone who’d truly grown.

The sight brought a bittersweet smile to your face. You couldn’t help but feel a pang of admiration for how far he’d come. But looking at the back of his jersey, you were reminded of the cold, hard truth.

To achieve his dreams, he’d had to create distance. He had chosen to leave you behind to pursue them, likely never telling you in fear of you trying to stop him. You weren’t selfish—you would have fought for him. But maybe he saw you as a threat to his ideal life. He cut you off without a word, leaving you to fill in the blanks.

Now, here he was, trying to waltz back into your life. But you knew it wouldn’t feel the same. No matter how friendly he acted, no amount of effort could erase the two years of radio silence between the two of you.

You were no longer on the same wavelength. He had become someone who lived in a different world—out of reach.

——

As the match comes to an end with MSBY claiming victory, the stands erupt with energy. Fans rise to their feet, reporters swarm toward the sweaty players, and long lines form as eager supporters clutch their merchandise, hoping for a chance at an autograph. You, on the other hand, are desperate to leave, debating whether to send Hinata a quick text with an excuse that the commotion is too overwhelming to meet him.

But before you can make your escape, your friends pull you toward the crowd surrounding the players, hoping to catch their attention. You stand awkwardly on the outskirts, silently begging for this to end. Then, a light tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you feel your heart lurch, nearly stopping altogether.

There he is—the one and only Hinata Shoyo, smiling as if the past two years had never even happened.

He stands before you, now 5’7”, his once-boyish frame replaced by a lean, muscular build honed by endless practice and the fierce Brazilian sun, which left his skin with a tan that hasn’t faded. You realize you might not have recognized him if he hadn’t spoken first. This isn’t the same 5’4” kid you used to spend your days with. He’s different now—almost a stranger.

“Hey y/n, I’m so glad you could make it,” the change in his voice catches you off guard, making it hard to come to terms with the fact that he’s standing in front of you—not as the third-year high schooler you once knew, but as a professional athlete.

“Yeah…” At a loss for words, you try to shift his attention away from your awkward demeanor.

“You were great out there, I almost didn’t believe that was you,” you shoot him a nervous smile, hands tucked behind your back.

“Of course! They don’t call me Ninja Shoyo for nothing,” he puffs out his chest, attempting to impress you—but it only makes you laugh.

It almost—almost—reminds you of how things used to be. Maybe you could pick up the pieces of the friendship you two left behind, after all. And if you’re lucky, you might even be able to make something new blossom between the two of you.

“What’s so funny? I’m being serious, you know!” He glares at you, but then, he stops. He notices the way your eyes soften, and it hits him—he misses this. He missed you. He can’t let you slip through his fingers now that you’re finally here, standing before him.

“Y/N!!” One of your friends rushes toward you, pulling you away from him before you can reply. “We’ve been looking for you everywhere.” You know she’s lying, but the way she eyeing Hinata and disregarding your existence burns.

“I’m your biggest fan! You’re so fine,” your friend says, grasping Hinata’s hand.

“I’m glad to hear that,” Hinata flashes his best fan smile, like it’s second nature. But the one thing that hasn’t changed? Your ability to read him like an open book.

A surge of anger courses through your veins. Whether it’s jealousy or something else, you’re not sure, but it’s enough to push you into action. You need a way out of this awkward scene—and quickly. Then, you notice the subtle glance Hinata gives you, and it sparks your idea.

“Hinata, how’s your foot? Does it still hurt?” You look at him, hoping he’ll catch on.

Quick as ever, he feigns pain, rubbing his leg. “Yeah, now that you mention it, it does kind of hurt.”

“Oh, why don’t I help you get to the first aid? It’d be a shame if you couldn’t play your next match because of this,” you suggest, shifting to offer him your support. He carefully leans on you, but you can tell he’s being cautious, not wanting to put too much weight on you.

“Bye, guys! You can head on without me!” You hear their confused, skeptical glances, but you ignore them. You escort him outside, where their prying eyes won’t be able to reach.

“You’re a lifesaver,” Hinata bends down, holding his knee while resting against the wall. He looks up at you with a small, grateful smile.

“Don’t you deal with fans like that all the time?” you cross your arms, a cool demeanor returning as you lock eyes with him.

“Yeah, but it’s not every day I get to see you,” he says, a smile that’s real, not the one he gives desperate fans. It’s the smile of someone who’s been missing you, someone who’s never forgotten you.

“If those are your actual friends, I feel bad for you,” he adds, and you can’t help but feel a mix of dread and anger. You want to keep the mood light, but there’s something inside you that just won’t let it go. You can’t ignore the hurt anymore.

“Yeah, you could’ve been my friend if you hadn’t left without a word two years ago.” The words are out before you can stop them, and you watch as his smile falters, his gaze shifting away from you—avoiding it, as if running from the confrontation. But you’re not going to let him run again.

He turns away, looking at the ground, but the guilt is clear. His posture stiffens, as if he’s struggling to find the right words.

“About that… it was kind of hard to break the news,” he admits, and you almost see red. The anger wells up in you again as you whip your face toward him, seeing the tension in his clenched jaw. He’s distressed.

Your mind spirals, hurt and confusion overwhelming you. Did he think I was a nuisance? Did he forget about me? Or worse… did he not even care?

“What do you mean? You told everyone else with ease.” You scoff, trying to suppress the rush of emotions. You thought maybe, just maybe, there was a chance to fix things. But it’s clear now—he’s not on the same page.

“You’re different…” he says quietly, his voice breaking the tension.

You’re caught off guard, the air thick with the weight of his words. You don’t know what to say, don’t know how to process it all.

“You’re special to me…” he continues, his voice soft, like he’s testing the waters. “There was just no way I could tell you without breaking down. I knew that if I told you face-to-face, I would’ve started doubting my decision. And you know how much volleyball means to me.”

“So do I not mean as much?” The words leave your mouth before you can stop them. You laugh bitterly. Does he think that’s a good enough excuse?

“You could’ve texted me, you know,” you mutter under your breath, but the words are sharp with the sting of betrayal.

“I know… but I had hoped if I just said nothing, then we could pick up where we left off when I got back. It’d be as if nothing had changed at all.”

Nothing had changed at all? The anger in you swells.

“You’re so selfish…” Your voice cracks, but you hold it together. “Do you know how many pitiful glances people gave me whenever your name was mentioned? How I spent months unable to function because I thought my best friend hated me? I doubted if you even considered me a friend!”

You feel your heart pounding as you try to keep it together. The frustration, the hurt, the confusion—all of it comes rushing back in a tide of emotion. The anger takes over, but beneath it is a vulnerability you refuse to show.

“I don’t hate you…” He steps closer to you, his hands reaching out to gently take yours. “I could never hate you. I loved you, okay? I loved you, and I was afraid that if we stayed in touch, you wouldn’t be interested anymore. That I wouldn’t have time for you.”

The words hang in the air, suffocating you. He’s desperate. You can feel it, the weight of the years that passed between you two. It’s almost too much to bear.

“You could’ve told me before…” The words escape you in a whisper. “I would’ve tried. I would’ve made it work. Clearly, you undermine how much I care about you. When have I ever been bored of you?”

His eyes gleam with that hope again. “We can start fresh. Forget the last two years. Let’s make it work, please…”

You want to give in. You want to run into his arms and forget everything. But you can’t. You know it won’t be the same. You know that you can’t ignore the hurt of the past two years.

“I don’t think we can…” You pull your hands away from his grasp. The scene plays out slowly in his eyes as you begin to walk away from him—the same way he walked away from you.

“I’m sorry, Hinata. I just can’t bring myself to act like those two years didn’t happen.” Your voice cracks, but you don’t turn around.

And for the first time, it was his turn to feel the anguish you’ve carried all this time.

extra :

—> FREE ME exams are around the corner and instead of studying I’m doing this lol!😂😂😂😭😂😭😂😭😂😭😂

—> gulps i hope u guys enjoyed this cause I certainly did not enjoy writing ts!!

—> help i lowkey feel like no one gets the songs the thaf i reference as my title

—> this how we coping chat ….👅

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[juyeoz]

GOOD GRACES — YANG JUNGWON

016 ┆world pause (1.2k words)

The boys arrived at the gymnasium, meeting their coach Mr. Jeon at the benches. 

“Are they here yet?” Jake asked while placing his stuff down behind the team bench. Mr. Jeon nodded his head as the opponent team made their way into the gym they all stood in.

Usually, in shows or movies there would be an odd chill vibe between the two teams, but that wasn’t the case in Decelis Academy.

Instead, Jake’s childhood best friend was on that opposing team—Kang Minhee. They were locked in like two peas in a pod. There was no way they’d hate each other even if one of them were to lose.

Jake’s head whipped over to the third entrance to the gymnasium with a smile. He was excited to reunite with this said friend. It had been long since their last match against each other anyway. 

“He’s like a child when Minhee appears.” Sunghoon teased while unbuttoning his uniform. Jay smiled at the boy’s words and slipped on his jersey, the number nine and his surname plastered on the back of it.

“Minhee’s a sweet guy. I don’t blame him.”

“You’re right.” 

Jungwon placed his stuff down a little later than the boys did. To be honest, he wasn’t feeling his best all day. Nevertheless, he couldn’t miss school—especially, not the game. He didn’t want to disappoint the boys. 

Never.

“You okay? You’re quieter than usual.” Heeseung said, coming to a stop beside Jungwon who proceeded to change.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired.” He replied and took a seat on the bench. 

“Coach will probably put you on as a starter, are you okay with that? I mean, I know what’s been happening lately.” 

Jungwon drank from his water bottle and tilted his head back to catch his breath.

“It’s okay, seriously, I’ll be fine.” The boy smiled at his friend, his dimple popping in the process. Heeseung wasn’t sure if he should take Jungwon’s words with a relieved feeling or a tense one.

However, he let it go. The game was more important to focus on anyways.

Mr. Jeon called everyone into a huddle with Jake jogging back to their side of the court and then began to explain today’s game plan. The clock on the scoreboard read 3:00 p.m. The game was set to start at 3:30. They had to get everything done quickly.

You prepared the camera for today’s game. The settings were already set to your liking due to the explanation session with Jungwon earlier. Although you were on the verge of losing your mind, you were glad he could finally be of use to this project.

You pulled out your phone to check the time and ask for permission to leave class. It was now 3:05 p.m. You were quite early for the dismissal, but all was okay. Being on time was the better option anyway.

The sounds of volleyballs ricocheting off of the net and colliding with the floorboards, shoes grazing against the polisher the janitors had used beforehand, the constant whistle blows and cheers the boys executed were all heard from behind the doors of the gymnasium. 

You opened the door with hope that a volleyball wouldn’t come flying at you this time. And to your luck, there wasn’t one.

Nobody batted you an eye either. They were all too distracted with their practicing. 

You walked through the sidelines until you reached the fellow scorekeepers, being careful to not trip over the boys’ belongings. It would be best if you stood in a safe spot and had a good angle when snapping the pictures.

Sunoo stood at the edge of the net, setting the ball to those who were lined up to hit it. His fingertips hit the volleyball briefly before letting up in precision. It was as if the spiker had a magnet in their palm that drove the ball to it perfectly.

You began to snap a few pics, not looking back at them until the end. There was no time for it anyway. This process continued multiple times without you even noticing that the boy you were looking at through the viewfinder was none other than Yang Jungwon, your worst nightmare.

He strode down the court over to the net as Sunoo set the ball towards him. Jungwon’s arms pushed back one moment and the next he was up in the air, hand against the volleyball. The impact between the two objects created a loud sound that brought you back to reality. 

Only then were you able to realize that he was the one before you while your finger pressed down on the shutter button, capturing the moment with a shutter sound right after. It felt as if your world briefly paused.

If this was what Intak meant when he said Jungwon’s spikes seemed deadly, it would only be wrong for you to disagree. They genuinely were impressive, but you couldn’t let that overshadow your hatred for him.

The boy landed on both of his feet and walked away in silence. Heeseung held out his hand from the line of boys and awaited Jungwon’s hand to clash against his own, in which it did. 

Without them even knowing, the clock had hit 3:30 p.m. in no time. 

It was officially time for the match to start. 

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[sunny44]

Heyy! Can I request a lando imagine with a volleyball player s/o??

-🐧 anon

Thank you for the request, I’m not sure I did what you wanted but I did my best.

Even though I didn’t like it 😅

The last game

Pairing: Lando Norris x girlfriend!reader

Warnings: none.

Summary: Lando goes to your final game.

The court was pulsating with the energy of the fans. The stands were filled with people wearing Y/n’s team colors, wishing for her team’s victory. In the midst of the crowd, I managed to find a discreet spot, away from curious eyes.

I didn’t want to be noticed, not today.

Today was her day, and I didn’t want to steal the spotlight from her and the other girl’s.

I sat in the front rows with her family, watching Y/n intently as she warmed up in the middle of the court. My heart was racing, blending with the crowd’s pulse.

I knew how important this game was for her and how much she had trained and dedicated herself to get there.

As the minutes passed, I allowed myself to get lost in my thoughts, reminiscing about the moments we shared together, the highs and lows, the victories and defeats.

Because even though they were different sports, they were still so similar.

Everything is based on the same thing, winning or losing.

But this game was different, this game represented everything she had worked so hard to achieve.

When the referee’s whistle echoed through the court, I found myself immersed in the heat of the competition. The players ran across the court, each point contested with fervor, and I could feel the tension in the air.

As the game progressed, I realized how determined Y/n was.

Her movements were precise, her concentration unwavering. She was in her element, playing with passion and determination.

As the scoreboard neared the end, the tension in the gym reached its peak. Every point contested was crucial, every move would decide the fate of the game.

And then, finally, the decisive moment arrived.

With the final serve, Y/n boldly launched the ball into the air. Silence fell over the court, everyone holding their breath. And then, with a deafening roar, the ball found the ground on the opposite side of the court.

Practically the entire place erupted in celebration, and her family and I stood up, cheering and celebrating.

It was then that her father called me to go down to the court where she was, and after hugging her family, she ran to me because I was further away.

“You’re amazing, my love.” I hugged her and kissed her.

“Thank you, Lan. But I’m all sweaty.”

“I don’t mind, you kiss me and hug me all sweaty and covered in champagne.” She smiles and holds my face, kissing me again.

“I’m so happy we won, but it’s still kind of unbelievable.” She smiles excitedly. “I’m so glad you’re here!”

“I’ll always be here for you, Y/n. You were amazing throughout the game.”

“Thank you.” She kisses me again. “My dad wanted to go out to celebrate, but besides the fact that it’s freezing outside, I’m too tired. What do you think about going home to eat burgers in bed?”

“I think it’s a great idea.” I hold her face and leave a kiss on her forehead.

“Well, I’m going to take a shower and change before we leave.”

I waited near the exit with a beanie, and over it, the hood of my sweatshirt so that no one would see me, and thankfully it worked. I felt her holding my hand and we headed towards my car.

“Are you serious about driving a McLaren? Weren’t you trying to be discreet?” She laughs.

“Well, it was either the McLaren or the Lamborghini.” She laughed, rolled her eyes, and then we went home.

Bonus scene!

Landonorris instagram stories

“Today was my baby’s last game of the season and guess what? She won!!!!”

[tvhsleb3ww]

the buzzer echoed throughout the olympic volleyball stadium. the ball hits the floor with a harsh momentum, due to (character)'s service ace. it was a truly historical moment for his team, for his country and for himself. the scoreboard shows everyone that was present at the time— that they won. they won with his service ace and that they'd be coming back home with gold dangling on their necks. his teammates bring him into a group hug. some had tears brimming in their eyes and their smiles were wide. the crowd chants and roars his name, his country's flag being lifted up by fans and supporters.

despite the commotion and the screams of his name, his eyes glance over to see you, in your reserved seat and only then did his lips curve upwards.

he immediately leaves the group hug and runs over to you, pulling you into a hug as he burries his face into your shoulder— muttering "I did it, I did it, baby" over and over. you hugged him back and nodded, "i'm so proud of you" leaves your lips and he cries. the adrenaline rush making him lift you up over the stands to pull you closer as he hugs you hard. he kisses your lips so many times and his heart is so touched by how you were crying for his win.

hours after the game ended, both of you were trending all over social media. the olympics truly raised the bar for men.

SO I GOT THIS INSPO BASED ON THE TARA WOODHALL AND HER HUSBAND MOMENT WHEN I WAS WATCHING THE OLYMPICS AND OHMYGOD THE STANDARD??? HUNTER WOODHALL IS SUCH A SUPPORTIVE HUSBAND IM CRYING

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Top of Form

[nerokoma]

biggest fan [a.asahi]

azumane asahi x gn!reader, fluff, angst if you squint, 656 wc

the gym is so loud that asahi can barely hear himself think. he isn’t sure if the roaring in his ears is his own heartbeat or the crowd’s excited cheers, but it echoes throughout his head like a hollow cave. 

they’ve been in a deuce for a while. with the score 27-26, karasuno only needs one more point to take the set and with it, the whole match. 

asahi has become very aware of his body over the last couple rounds. the ache in his legs, the weight added to his arms, the sweat trailing down his face. he knows that his stamina is running out, but the match isn’t over yet. as tired as he is, he has to keep on pushing. there’s too much at stake to give up now. 

another couple of traded rounds have left him exhausted. he’s not sure how the freaks of nature he calls his juniors are still standing, but he’s about at his limits. as nishinoya receives the opposing team’s serve for what feels like the millionth time, asahi truly starts to feel the weight of everything on him. 

the world suddenly comes to a stop. asahi sees the ball floating in the air, just waiting for him to run up to hit the spike, yet his limbs don’t seem to be listening. 

come on, legs, just run! 

panic starts to set in as he sees the ball slowly start to move, all while his feet are still planted firmly on the ground. why won’t his legs just do what he tells them to? 

his heart drops as he’s hit with the realization that he’s not going to make it. everything the team has worked for, all the hours they’ve put in, all the tears they’ve shed, it’s all about to be wasted. all because of him. 

right before he’s about to accept defeat, your words echo through his mind, loud and clear. 

“just keep your eyes on the ball. you’ve worked so hard, love. i know you can do this, i believe in you.” 

asahi takes in a deep breath, savouring the cool air that enters his lungs. the cheers of the crowd are suddenly silent, replaced with the sound of your sweet, calming voice that has never once doubted him. as he listens to your words over and over again, he finds himself taking a step forward, and then another, and another. before he knows it, asahi has started running forward.

he begins his approach– 

just keep your eyes on the ball

–takes a leap off the ground–

you’ve worked so hard, love

–pulls his arm back–

i know you can do this

–and spikes the ball–

i believe in you

–right into the opponent’s court. 

as his feet come in contact with the ground, the first thing he hears is the muffled sound of what seems to be a whistle. he barely has a chance to register everything before he’s pulled up by his teammates, finally bringing him back to reality. the crowd’s deafening cheers become clear to him, as well as the celebratory yells of the team as they surround him. 

he glances over to the huge digital scoreboard, overcome with emotion as he reads the numbers. 

30-28

while his teammates continue to surround him in a deathly tight group hug, his gaze flits over to the roaring crowd, scanning over every face before eventually being met with the sight of you.

you, wearing his volleyball sweater. 

you, a huge sign in hand with the words “THAT’S MY ACE” written across in big, bold lettering. 

you, with a proud grin on your face as you lock eyes with him, and mouth the words “i love you.” 

in that moment, as incredible as the feeling of victory is, asahi realizes that there’s nothing more important to him than knowing you were there, and that no matter what, you would always be his biggest fan. 

[gardenialver]

School Festival

synopsis - them going to see you at the school fair

pairing - keiji akaashi, hajime iwaizumi, tooru oikawa

content - reader is fem, I'm sorry I'm working on a gn reader I promise, Oikawa's a little cocky, second hand embarrassment slightly, mentions of infections, I may or may not have stolen the plot of hsm 3 in one of them, the schools I mention in here are fake, fluffy fluffy

Keiji Akaashi

You had told him that since it would be you two's last high school festival he absolutely had to come see you, of course he already was but this made him anticipate it the slightest bit more.

Seemingly the drama clubs booth was the most spoken of, making the boy a little nervous. He'd go back and forth from his phone, waiting for you to message him and despite Keiji's often cool demeanor, the moment he received a text from you, he stood up with so much energy and speed the chair fell, the impact causing everyone else in the room to jump.

The setter ran out of his class to the school's gymnasium, only stopping at a gray plastic table, a cloth with the school's colours draped over it, 'Senior Year: American Style'

The first years sat behind the table smiled at the volleyball team captain, "Hello, Akaashi-san, 50 yen please?" Smiling, Keiji began to regain his breath as he took out the coin. They traded the coin for a ticket, "We gave you a discount, only Ikari-san is inside" they winked, referring to the drummer's boyfriend.

Looking at the array of chairs, the boy immediately took a seat close to the front, right in front of the orchestra and right in front of center stage. Looking to the side, the drummer's boyfriend smiled and greeted him, returning the gesture, Keiji listened to the announcement that followed, allowing the entire school to know to gather in the gymnasium for the drama club's festival wrap up performance.

Thankfully for Keiji, most people had already been anticipating the performance and the gymnasium was almost full within 7 minutes of the announcement. The number of people was often the queue for the orchestra to begin setting up and that they did.

Keiji had memorized the timing of performances after 3 years of attending them. After 4 minutes, the lighting settled, a single spotlight aiming at the pianist who introduced the musicians with a wave of each arm to each side.

As they sat down and began to play a few notes, the performance had finally started. With a soft and serene melody, the pianist and choreographer introduced the musical, that was until a second year dressed in a referee outfit blew a whistle.

A basketball hoop, soccer net, volleyball net, and scoreboard, were lowered, the audience immediately began clapping for the cheerleaders who came out. They cheered for the Fukurodani sports teams, the atmosphere becoming slightly tense, as if they were at a real game.

And as if the crowd wasn't already excited enough, members of both girls and boys teams of Fukurodani came out, the audience now standing and clapping, cheering for the members of the teams out, Keiji scoffed at the sight of Anahori and Wataru also there dancing, still clapping for them nonetheless.

The fun atmosphere was upheld for the next few performances, one of them being of the choreographer being twirled around by other second years and first years in pink wigs.

Keiji's eyes peeked down at the pamphlet, getting his phone out to film your performance, camera pointed at the stage, instead a boy spun out of the prop windows.

Another voice sang but from the other side of the gymnasium, and there you were, a little flower-patterned sundress on, elegantly bouncing and twirling your way towards the stage, winking as you caught eye contact with your boyfriend.

Stepping into the orchestra, you begun to play around with pianist and musicians, your boyfriend shaking his head with a smile at your childish behaviour.

Your way onto the stage was by climbing the tree prop, the boy's face leaning close to yours, that was until he walked in the other direction of the prop patio, the two of you playfully taking little steps and glances at each other, your glances making eye contact with Keiji every now and then.

Despite the fact that you and the boy were supposed to be romantic interests in the musical, Keiji could only focus on your voice, how perfectly melodious it was, and the way your sundress would float around your legs, just as it would when you would twirl to show your outfits to him.

The two of you danced around stage and while you sang lyrics about only wanting to be with the boy, your mind was on Keiji, and every other moment so were your eyes.

The rest of the senior cast also made their way behind the prop clear door, some of them sticking their faces out, and as you sung the lyrics "cause we'll always be together" while being spun by the boy, the rest of the cast joined you.

You held onto the guards of the patio, facing the audience while the boy had opened the doors for the rest of the cast to enter, with the lighting, Keiji smiled softly as your eyes glassed over.

The first one to greet you was your best friend and Keiji was of course impressed as you managed to hold your tone and pitch as you hugged her close, you spun around the patio, hugging the choreographer, bumping hips with the cheerleader you would eat lunch with.

Two athletes picked you up, spinning you around and coming close to kiss your cheeks, a grin encasing your face, Keiji's heart warm at your reactions, Anahori had wrapped his arms around you from behind, your hands going up to his arms and leaning side to side with him.

As he let go you came face to face with the boy and he gave you a bouquet. Your shoulder leaned into him and he pressed a kiss to your forehead, that was when Keiji finally realized that the boy was your childhood pen pal.

You continued to sing, this time harmonizing, your voice clear and loud, Keiji had wished someone recorded your microphone when you sang the next few lines because your voice simply sounded the epitome of beauty.

Keiji had got up and started clapping, one of his only moments of extraversion in contrast to his usual recluded personality, your eyes going to him with a smile, a smile that you would only use with him and he returned it, the rest of the crowd quickly followed his actions.

Pulling out a flower, you tossed it down to the pianist, blowing a kiss at them, the two of you slightly teary-eyed at each other. As the song came to an end, a wild round of applause greeted you. With a sigh and a smile you ushered people off the stage, one of the second years running in front of the closing curtains with a sign that read 'intermission'

Not having noticed this before, Keiji's body was stiff, having watched his girlfriend's performance closely, he allowed his body to relax and awaited the curtains to open again.

A bright light made him take out his phone, 'curtain opens in a minute ;P' and as promised the second year came out again, taking the sign, "Curtains open in 30 seconds" He projected before running back in.

This time a more upbeat melody took over, 4 senior boys sang about not wanting to swear suits, it then transitioned over to 4 girls, you being one of them. You spun around holding a dress to your body. As the song progressed Keiji couldn't help but be impressed at the choreographers attention to detail.

The consistent changes in levels between the two sides, Keiji had never been to prom and only had a loose understanding of it from American movies but it sounded as if you'd be pampered and pretty and he enjoyed both of those.

The stage turned around and Keiji smiled at the small sight of you running off to change your costume. When the stage turned back around, the boy's eyes widened at how quick this costume change was.

Thin wooden house props were shown with a boy in front of each one, the only other feature being a small square piece that was cut from the top of each house to look like a window.

Each window frame was aggressively opened with the doorbell sound effect and Keiji had to cough to cover up his snort, the action receiving many looks from around him.

Even though there was a small moment of humour, seeing you dressed up in a very glam style was incredibly fulfilling to him. He watched amazed as always at the full stage, other cast members dancing around synchronized, it was hard to believe you were all only high schoolers.

And when the number ended Keiji chuckled at the number of students scampering off stage, specifically third years. The curtain had reopened very slowly this time, a low, soft harmonizing from the juniors up front, clad in white graduation gowns.

Cheers erupted at the sight, "Ladies and gentlemen, our seniors," The head theatre club teacher introduced, 8 of you walking to the front, differentiated by black and gold gowns. You stood lined up to his seat.

The teacher began to reveal the recipents of the top music school's scholarships, joking around with other students that had passed until the attention had landed on you.

"Now I believe a graduate who has a decision to make, Ms. [Last Name]," With a sharp exhale you stepped up the stage, only a few centimeters away from the edge.

"I've chosen music and dance," Cheers erupted, Keiji smiling up at you, "But I've also chosen archery, the Central Tokyo University offers me both. But most importantly I've chosen the person who inspires my heart,"

Throwing a pink rose at your boyfriend from the stage you pointed a hand at him, "Only 12 kilometers away from you, Akaashi Keiji, captain of the Fukurodani boys volleyball team, Atama University, Literature, Psychology, and Art Management,"

Applause headed through out and your often level-headed lover was now sinking slightly into their chair, hiding their face while maintaining eye contact with you. The wildest grin on his face and when the show was finally over, he was the one to smother you before you could leap into him.

As the two of you embraced each other he kissed your temple, "Thank you, thank you so much [Name]," You giggle into him, the fabric of your graduation gown making you slide down. "Of course Keiji"

Hajime Iwaizumi

You and your boyfriend stared at each other in disbelief. "Babe what the eff is going on?" He looked at you with an equally confused expression, "I don't know either,"

Behind the two of you laid a background of pink, hearts blooming everywhere and a large arch, bold letters glaring at both you and anyone who cared to watch, 'Aoba Johsai's Couple Contest" It read and you felt your eye twitch.

Since the floral club was fairly small apparently they had banded with the volleyball club to volunteer the two of you for the contest. While Hajime glared at Oikawa, you sent one to your club exec she gave you a sorry look with prayer hands, taking out her phone and showing it to you with large font on her screen.

'I'M SO SORRY [NICKNAME]-CHAN THE PRIZE WAS A 5000 YEN GIFT CARD FOR THE CLUB AND A PAID CLUB DINNER' Your eyes remained on her, lifeless and burning holes into her. Turning her phone, her thumbs frantically wrote one more thing.

'THE WINNING COUPLE GETS A 70 000 YEN GIFT CARD TO EVERY DEPARTMENT STORE IN MIYAGI AND 10 FREE TICKETS TO ANY BOOTH HERE' reading that part you straightened up and sent a reluctant thumbs up, the members of your club sighing with a hand to their chests'.

The volleyball club however didn't seem to have as much luck with their vice-captain who was mouthing curses and shaking his fists at them. Gently placing a hand on his bicep "Hey babe, if we win we get to have a chicken and burger party, and a 70 000 yen gift card to every department store in Sendai, and also get to go to 10 booths for free, I could get that ducky plushie I saw."

His brows furrowed at first but then nodded, your eyes sparkling at the thought of going shopping and the duck you had gotten attached to. He nodded with pursed lips, "Ok, we'll do it, let's do our best ok?" You nodded with a smile.

He leaned in towards your head before being aware of his surroundings and taking a step back, the volleyball boys making teasing noises at him.

You could see his veins popping and stopped him with an arm, turning to the boys you looked at them with a smile. A smile that wasn't persay necessarily kinda, moreso 'do you want to know what happens if you continue to act like monkeys?'

Shuddering they took a step back, bowing at you. Before anything else could occur, the announcer took place, "Welcome everyone to the Aoba Johsai couple contest, the winning couple will win a meal for their club, 5000 yen, a 70 000 yen gift card to every department store in Sendai, and 10 tickets to all booths at our annual school festival!"

Cheers rang out and you and Hajime turned around to the other couples, staring at each other jaw-dropped at the sights around you. High school couples were cuddling each other, exchanging kisses and leaning on each other. To say the least both of you were shocked at their shameless PDA.

"O-oh sh-should we or?" You asked confused if you two should be following their lead, awkwardly the two of you tried to hug, your arm sort of flailing around each other and rotating a few times. Out of embarrassment you just shook hands with thumbs up as if you just contracted to be a brand ambassador.

Your clumsiness in public romance however was saved by the MC "Our first event will be the all time favourite bridal style endurance challenge, our contestants will carry their partners in a wedding style fashion for 5 minutes, if they drop their partner they will be eliminated"

The big timer on the screen began to countdown 10 seconds and you stretched your legs slightly getting ready for them to be slightly cramped. At the beep you were scooped up and just like before you had blank faces, your hands covering your face out of self-consciousness.

Hajime was narrating for you, "The basketball team and chess club lost, the poetry club as well, actually they lasted longer than I thought they would, their legs were shaking the entire time."

"The mechanics club, actually the camping club just lost, I thought they would've won since you know they're always carrying equipment, oh they just started fat shaming each other, the light rock band is doing pretty good, so is the soccer team, the fencing club, and the theater club is doing well. The home economics club is shaking but they're still in-"

Your boyfriend was cut off by the MC "Come on volleyball club, floral arrangements club, show some more love!" You felt your eye twitch and with a shaky smile you made a finger heart Hajime snorted at.

"Stop this is so embarrassing where is that gift card, I wanna go home." "I'm actually enjoying this dear," He teased and you groaned into your hands.

A beep signaled that the event was over. "Congratulations to the soccer club, volleyball and floral adjacent, theater club, debate team, home ec, and light rock band for remaining, now we'll have a representative from each couple come and pick a mystery bag.

Waiting for everyone to pick a bag you took the last one and scurried over to Hajime, opening it, the two of you stared at what was in it, both of your heads tilting.

"WELCOME TO OUR SECOND CHALLENGE, OUR COUPLES WILL BE DRESSING EACH OTHER UP AND TAKING PHOTOS IN THE MAKESHIFT PHOTOBOOTH PROVIDED BY THE ART AND PHOTOGRAPHY CLUB, AUDIENCES WILL THEN VOTE FOR THE TOP THREE CUTEST PICTURES, WHICH COUPLE HAS BAG ONE?"

The light rock club raised their hands and went in. "Tiaras, gloves, earrings, ooh scepter, rings, necklaces, which colour do you want?" Squinting at the contents of the bag, then to the screen, then to Oikawa he sighed, "Uh, the blue one? I don't think purple suits me." You nodded, separating the two colours so it'd be easier to put on.

"OUR FIRST COUPLE IS RETURNING, COUPLE WITH BAG NUMBER TWO PLEASE GO TO THE ART AND PHOTOGRAPHY CLUB." The debate team went to the back of stage and you and Hajime whispered to each other on what poses you would do, "Heart" "Heart, kiss?"

You pursed your lips, unsure if you'd be comfortable with that much PDA, "Ok kiss on cheek, confetti," His brows furrowed, unsure if it would be too messy. For some reason the debate team came out pretty quickly, satisfied looks on their faces. "Oh" You two shared, assuming the worst.

"OUR THIRD COUPLE" The soccer club and manager began to go in, smirking at you two as you stood cluelessly and just as they disappeared the boy who's name you couldn't remember for the life of you sliced his neck and stuck out his tongue at Hajime.

You made a question mark with your fingers and he shrugged although you could see a vein of his popping out. Gently reaching out to his hand you patted it, similar to how a grandma would after giving you candy.

The theater club went in and you two followed as they exited. "[Last name]-senpai," "Oh Chiyo-chan?" You questioned at your kouhai, "I'm helping with the art club, I designed the frames," Laughing endearingly at her enthusiasm, you ruffled her hair. "That's pretty cool Chiyo, do you think you could make confetti and throw it on us for the last photo," She threw a thumbs up at you and you pressed your thumb to hers.

"Iwaizumi-san, [Lastname]-san-" "Stop being so formal Takahiro" You warned, Hajime leaning against your hand as he tried to grab at his teammate.

He simply stuck his tongue out at your boyfriend before turning to you, "You two can choose from 4 frames and 6 frames, you can choose your frame design with [Name]'s kouhai, we'll give you 3 minutes to get ready since you guys have the most intricate costume, I'll buy you ramen after this Iwaizumi," He apologized and left to talk with the photographer.

Taking out the tiara from the bag you placed it on your crouched boyfriend's head, giggling at him, "You look very pretty my love" You teased and he rolled his eyes, clasping the plastic necklace on you. Having gotten used to you constantly adjusting your hair, he brushed it away with fingers and placed the purple tiara on your head, you clipped the earrings to him.

Almost done you passed him blue gloves and began to wear purple ones. Both of you holding onto plastic scepters with your respective colours in the middle of hearts.

You gave your boyfriend a little twirl, touching your scepter to his, "You look cute" He commented, tipping your tiara back in place. "Ok couple 5 how many frames would you like, 6 ok please stand on the X marked in front of the camera" You snickered at Hajime's face when Hanamaki had answered for the two of you without even looking.

"WAIT IWAIZUMI WHAT ARE YOU WEARING" He began chortling at the sight of the tough volleyball vice captain in a blue gemmed tiara and earrings. It came to an end though when you threw the bag at his face, "Shut it Takahiro," "Sorry ma'am, no wonder you two got together" He muttered at your violence.

The first two photos were the given heart hands hugging, his cheek pressed close to yours as you both spelled the camera. He then leaned in to kiss your cheek, his ears tinged red and you laughed at his reaction, your arms hanging off of his shoulders.

As a joke you pretended to propose with the little blue heart ring and he faked surprise. In the next photo the two of you were showing off your heart rings to the camera.

And as per to your request Chiyo threw confetti, well cut up pieces of tissue paper, at the two of you as Hajime spun you. Hanamaki whispered something to cameraman who was also pink in the face, having been talking to the club member next to him about how this was the type of stuff to only be shown in romance mangas or dramas.

"We're gonna go for 4 more extra photos in case you want to replace any." Hajime sent a thumbs up to Hanamaki as you were trying to clean up the confetti with a random broom.

Kicking the broom away, your boyfriend grabbed you by your legs and you held onto his chest to steady yourself, your other sceptered hand holding onto your tiara, a surprised expression on your face and a grin on his.

After calming down you asked Hanamaki for any plushy and the camera man offered a dog plush he won at a booth. Kicking your boyfriend away you placed the dog plush on the floor after doing a lot of wiping on it and pretended to use magic on it.

Returning it you dragged your boyfriend back into frame, pointing your wand at him this time and he kissed your forehead. Bending he motioned for you to get on, he piggy backed you, the soles of your shoes pointed at the camera and so was the wand, however, you kissed Hajime's cheek this time, one of his hands squishing your cheeks mockingly.

Jumping off you ran over to Chiyo while Hanamaki, the cameraman, and the cameraman's friend clapped for a blushing Iwaizumi. "Did they come out ok Chiyo?" You asked, your cheeks warm as the realization of what happened coming back to you.

"Sorry senpai, I kinda chose everything for you since I know you so well," Quirking an eyebrow at her you motioned for her to at least show you the frame designs. Scrolling on her tablet you complimented her skills.

"Oh this one's pretty Chichi," You pointed to a frame with pink, blue, and purple mixing while ribbons, hearts, and flowers were scattered around. "See I told you I know what you like senpai," Rolling your eyes you patted her back, "You did well, thanks for your hard work Chiyo," She wrapped her arms around your waist, "Anything to witness romance up close"

You rolled your eyes, taking off everything except for the tiara, Hajime was doing the same thing except he kept the ring, "We're married now I have to show people that," You furrowed your brows but went along with it, keeping yours.

Now that you were all finished, a few of the other couples kept their accessories on, a few with matching headbands and sunglasses. "NOW THAT OUR LAST COUPLE HAS RETURNED LET'S START WITH OUR VOTING, WHILE OUR COUPLES WERE BUSY DOING THE MISSION WE HANDED OUT CLICKERS. WHEN YOU WANT TO VOTE JUST CLICK THE BUTT. ON, YOU CAN ONLY VOTE TWICE,"

You sort of zoned everything out, simply staring at the screen rather than the audience. The first couple had matching bunny headbands, the second had matching berets and just as you assumed they were doing too much and Hajime's hand went to cover your eyes.

"Oh Lord," You heard him mutter at the screen change, apparently the Soccer team had Judy Hopps and Nick Wilde hats on and the audience loved it but they did kinda makeout at one point and so Hajime's hands remained over your eyes.

The other couples passed and you could finally see what was on the screen, it actually wasn't bad. Sure it was fun but you assumed they wouldn't turn out that great given you had been mostly goofing off together.

It was actually really cute and you marveled at how happy the two of you appeared. When it was official voting time after everyone was presented, you received printed copies of your photos. The 'extra' photos you had taken in case the others weren't the best were put into a larger 4 framed film. You smiled at them, "Hajime you look really handsome here" You pointed out where he was grinning at your surprised expression.

He smiled and nudged you, "Look it's a princess" He pointed to you changing him from a dog to a human. You pouted embarrassed before the photography club returned to take the photos to put in a bag for when you'd leave.

"Well then our audience has voted and the three couples that will stay are, in third place, the theater club with their matching sunglasses, in second place the volleyball club florist club adjacent who's chemistry we got to finally see, and in first place is our soccer club with their matching character hats. Other teams please exit through the back where the art and photography club will hand you participation bags.

You stood with your boyfriend, teetering back and forth trying to entertain yourself, the soccer club had looked at the two of you cockily but you just looked at them confused.

"FOR OUR LAST EVENT AND TO DETERMINE THE WINNING COUPLE AND CLUB OF, I'm too tired to repeat it again, ANYWAYS WE WILL DO THE INFAMOUS POCKY CHALLENGE, OUR TALLER CONTESTANTS WILL PUT THEIR HANDS BEHIND THEIR BACK AS OUR SHORTER ONES WILL TRY TO GET THE SMALLEST PIECE POSSIBLE OF POCKY!"

Your boyfriend held your forearm, "Babe try not to get greedy and eat all of it," You stuck your tongue out at him but agreed. As a student came to give you a pocky stick you thanked them and placed it in Hajime's mouth who's hands were placed behind his back.

With a hand covering your mouth you giggled at how he looked, pushing him down with your shoulder to match your height. "Ok everyone is ready BEGIN"

You held onto his shoulder, your ring clad hand holding his face, "STOP CHEWING" Hajime yelled at you and you rolled your eyes. "Do vou shink dish ish shamll enough" "Nor go a litle more" Your lips grazed and suddenly you frowned, "Eughh I von't vant to do PDA" You complained, before moving forward and biting.

You dropped the remaining biscuit in your hand, it could've honestly been mistaken for a crumb rather than the remanent of this challenge. The MC made their way to you, measuring it before giving up.

They went to the soccer couple before going back to you, "THE WINNER OF THE AOBA JOHSAI SCHOOL FESTIVAL CLUB COUPLE CONTEST IS THE VOLLEYBALL FLORIST ADJACENT CLUB" Cheers rang out from where the volleyball players were and you put the crumb back in your mouth.

"Really?" You simply shrugged before leaning into him, "Thanks Hajime but I'm never doing this again." A few students came up to the two of you, placing a sash over your shoulders and giving you clear files with the yen for the clubs, the gift cards, the meal party tickets, and tickets for the festivals booths.

You smiled at the gift card before smiling at your boyfriend, receiving a bag to place everything in, you looked at the participation and winner awards, two packs of pocky in each, a bottle of banana milk, your photos from earlier and a larger framed one as well as a few polaroids of that moment, and an Aoba Johsai test notebook.

"What is this?" You asked holding it up, but Hajime shrugged, grabbing your hand in his, "Come on I'll win the duck plush for you, it has a partner apparently" You giggled at his enthusiasm, walking away with him, the tiara and scepter were put in the bags for you to take home but the rings were still sitting on both of your ring fingers.

Tooru Oikawa

"Ok so just let it dry for 3 more minutes and it should be ok just don't touch it for 5 minutes from now ok? Our class pres has some candy when you exit so just tell her which one you want." You waved the girl at your station off, to be fair you were the only one really working at your class' attraction, of course everyone else was doing what they could but unfortunately you were the only one who could paint.

You began disinfecting the brushes you just used, even if everyone you met didn't have it, you were scared of being liable for passing on ringworm in any way. You dried the last set of brushes for your next client? As the curtain was pushed open you greeted the next student without looking, "Hello," This time a more masculine voice greeted you.

"Would you like anything to eat or drink," You smiled at him, "Dou you have any electrolytes?" He asked and you pulled a few from the cooler beside you, "We have grapes, citrus, white peach, guava, and strawberry lemonade." "Can I have a white peach?"

You put the rest back and popped open the bottle, placed a straw and placed it in front of him. Grabbing a book you opened it to let him know what options he had, "We have flowery and butterfly like designs here, character and animal designs, smaller ones, fantasy like ones, ones that resemble tattoos, more makeup like ones."

Flipping through them he quirked his lips while you took out a few palettes and add-ons. "Could you free-hand but with this style?" You looked and nodded, "Do you want to add anything else, we have metallic paints, pearls, gems, glitter, and shells."

"Just surprise me, all the girls have been raving about your work so," You nodded and began to activate the paint. Passing him a headband you pointed to his bangs and he slipped it on. "Is there any part of your face you're uncomfortable with being touched?" "I'm fine with anything but lips, I'd rather yours touch those."

You stared at him confused, eyes going back and forth between your paint and his face, "Um, huh?" Embarrassed he hid his face, "NOTHING I AM SO SORRY," Awkwardly you patted his shoulder, "Um I need you to look up to you know paint your face."

He looked up with a red face, not knowing what to do with the complexion change you held a hand-held fan up to him to try and cool him, offering the drink as well. "I'm so sorry please continue,"

You nodded and dipped a sponge in a blue, green, and turquoise, wiping the excess on the back of your hand, you diluted it and then began to pat on his face, holding the back of his jaw with two fingers. Going over his eyes, his nose bridge, over his eyebrows, and lower to his cheeks.

Dabbing it, you dipped a new sponge into orange, purple, pink, and yellow and dabbed it in smaller portions with more saturation. Satisfied you took out a brush and dipped it in white, holding onto his face as you carved out parts of his face with intricate lining, the corner of your lip bit in concentration.

Fluttering his eyes open while you worked on his forehead he stared at you. He wasn't completely sure who you were, you were often in the art room during break periods, he'd see you running in the halls with a half tied ribbon hanging off your neck, some sort of new colour in your hair.

The proximity caused his ears to blush, your lips were right above him, your delicate fingers gently brushing his cheeks as you'd move his face and his eyes shut close again, what he couldn't tell was that you were also slightly flustered.

You were so close to the boy you could smell his shampoo which was honestly slightly distracting because it was a bit strong but you could tell it was at least not a 5 in 1.

Tucking your hair behind your ear you exhaled through your nose as you finally got all the tiny detailed lines out of the way. "Would you like something to eat?" "Uh, yeah on the sweeter side." "Is hard candy ok?"

And he gave a thumbs up while is eyes remained closed. Tearing the wrapper you held the candy by his lips and pushed it, your fingers just lightly grazing his lips, nonchalantly throwing the wrapper away and returning to your work.

"Um, is it ok if you pass me the white peach, I'm sorry I'm thirsty," "No it's alright." And as your sorted through the gems and pearls you held the straw up to his lip and flustered Oikawa drank, opening one of his eyes to see what was happening.

You were holding the drink in one hand for him and again focused, it was kind of endearing for him, you were so committed to your craft and expressions of concentration made him want to smother you in affection which didn't make much sense for the boy, you two barely know each other so why did he feel like if he got up he'd trip over himself.

"Ok I'm almost done, thank you for being so patient, I just have to add last minute details. Rubbing some highlighter on your middle finger, you applied it on the parts you wanted to be focused, under the eyes and where the background colour was heaviest.

You then stuck the pearls and pale blue gems under his eyes. Taking off his headband, you fixed his hair and held up a mirror, staring at him, waiting for his reaction.

He stared at his reflection, the mix of colour in the background looked like light radiating off onto him and the intricate lines ontop replicated a soft image of wings but the bottom of each wing sort of faded and blurred and spiraled almost like mist, the shimmer brought attention back to his eyes and so did the small gems, almost as if he were the personification of a sea maiden or the beautiful goddesses told in the stories his older sister used to tell him.

"Woah, how much does this cost," "It's free since it's a school event" You winked with your tongue sticking out of your lips slightly at the corners and a thumbs up. Grabbing a tissue he wrote something down ferociously, "Please let me repay you then, you can choose where to go as well,"

"It's a date" You winked before folding it carefully but as you were about to give him instructions about what to do after so it wouldn't smudge he disappeared. As you felt the small bump in your pocket you slumped in your chair, steam radiating off of your flustered figure.

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Could I request a nishinoya x reader soulmate au?

fated by thread; from me to you

nishinoya yū x GN!reader

A/N: this took way too long sorry 😥. kinda ooc noya? my first fic so might suck booty, not proofread

“why are you the odd one out?”

it’s a question you’ve been asked your whole life. everyone was fated with the red string of fate, including you. everyone had always found their fated person on the other end of the string. everyone except you. so how come everyone was falling in love, but you’re falling behind?

“the red string of fate is a phenomenon in which soulmates by fate are connected to another by a red thread that is tied around their pinkies. this thread is dull but starts to glow once the pair find each other. sometimes, you may feel your partner moving based on tugging on your pinky. this is an indication that your soulmate is nearby. it is the persons choice if they want to cut their thread for any reason to withdraw pining over their fated soulmate. once cut, the string becomes dull again. this does not affect anything, but is a sign of rejection. this can be undone if the person reties their string with genuine feelings, as their thread can glow again” you read out the information on the book somehow hoping that soon, your ribbon will glow too.

“gah” you grunt out in discomfort. ever since the school year started again, you’ve been feeling constant tugs at my pinky finger. “does my soulmate really like to bother me that much?” you thought.

you gently examine your finger and caress it.

“you alright?” a voice appears suddenly causing you to jump on the spot. you turn to see that it’s your friend, hinako.

“what the hell? you scared me” you lightly berate your friend following a short chuckle.

“sorry~ anyway. are you still up to join a club? i hear it’s mandatory according to the student council” the brunette girl casually speaks.

“i’m not interested…” you bashfully respond.

“well, you’ll have to find a club soon. i suggest you manage the guy’s soccer team! the guys are so hot.” hinako enthusiastically adds as she gives a playful smirk.

“yeah they’re hot, but the soccer team is full of stuck up, filthy rich brats…” you scoff.

“oh! what about the yearbook committee?” she suggests.

“that’s for nerds” you joke slightly to light up the mood.

“oh? then, as a last result, all i can think of is.. the manager for the guy’s volleyball team!” she exclaims excitedly.

stuck in a few thoughts, she continues her sentence with a dreamy expression. “i hear that the guys are so fine… and their manager is stunning too…”

“shimizu? like, the kiyoko shimizu? she’s the manager isn’t she? she’s gorgeous. maybe i can consider it” you take the opportunity into thought. after all, you used to play volleyball until the accident.

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you’ve waited hours since that conversation from lunchtime and now you’re currently outside the school gym during after school hours, awaiting the third-year beauty. after what seemed like hours, she finally arrived, looking as stunning as ever.

“hello. i assume you’re here to visit?” a soothing, calm voice projects from kiyoko’s mouth as she radiates a small but welcoming smile.

“o-oh! yes! i’m here to try out for the manager” you blurt out suddenly as your face grows a furious red of embarrassment.

with no ill intent, kiyoko lightly giggles and beckons you to come inside the gym.

inside, you take in the vision of the nets that can easily loom over anyone, the scoreboards, the varnished wooden floors and not to mention, the fine guys.

one by one, they line up. you couldn’t help but find how breathtaking these men were.. that was until.. a special one showed up. black, spiked up hair with a highlighted strand at the front. he wore an orange uniform instead of karasuno’s standard black uniform for home games, indicating that he played libero. sure, he wasn’t the tallest, but did his pretty face make up for it.

that’s when it hit you. your thread ignited in a beautiful crimson luminescence.

in that moment, your heart thumps and throbs, your eyes widen, and you stare in awe. he’s your soulmate?

at first you thought he was approaching you, which made you freeze out of anxiety, thinking about the words to say when he approaches. instead he ran towards kiyoko instead with his friend with a shaven head. you can see kiyoko’s unimpressed demeanour around the two boys as they attempt to woo her.

then he turns to you.

“we must be the luckiest guys in the world, tanaka. to be blessed with these absolutely stunning people to keep coming to us! whatcha here for?” the shorter man smirks flirtatiously. in some way, it made you uncomfortable, but in another way, it made you feel appreciated and loved knowing that this man is your soulmate.

“well, i’m here to have a visit. i’m considering on becoming the next manager for the club” you respond with a constant consciousness to stay calm.

“you hear that nishinoya? they’re gonna be our manager! that’s great. what’s your name, hun?” tanaka asks with that musk voice of his.

“so that’s his name, huh” you thought.

your pulse races and you desperately try to keep your cool. clearly, the facade is breaking by each passing second.

“(name). pleasure to meet you” you hold your hand out.

in that moment, you see nishinoya’s eyes widen the moment he sees that the red threads connect. to your dismay, he doesn’t say a word and looks… disappointed.

he quickly shakes your hand then goes back to training as if the red string was nothing to him. you stand there dumbfounded and hurt. you found your fated mate and this is how the first meeting goes?

he continues to train and even after that disappointing exchange, you couldn’t help but fall in love with him more.

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successfully, you were able to become the manager of the karasuno boy’s volleyball team alongside kiyoko. spring tournament was approaching and you worked hard to prepare the boys for their important event.

training had ended already, the gym was empty, but, the only people that were filling the room were you and nishinoya.

“hey, can you pepper with me? i need to practise my digs” the libero asks you with an aloof and indifferent expression.

you haven’t played in a while ever since the accident that had injured your ankle. you didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of him, but you didn’t want to reject his offer either. so you transported the basket of volleyballs. you start with a few quick shoulder warm ups, then you toss a volleyball upwards and spike it towards him.

the libero messes up his dig as the ball flies in the opposite direction. he lets out a snarky smirk.

“not bad. you’ve definitely played before” nishinoya retorts and he motions for you to keep going.

the little pepper session got more competitive. when the ball was set to him, he decided to do a feint and tipped the ball causing you to attempt a dive for the ball.

during the moment, unfortunately, you tore a ligament in your ankle from a past injury and you let out a scream of pain.

nishinoya’s stoic and indifferent attitude had dropped once seeing you injured.

“hey! wait! do you need me to take you to the infirmary?” his brows furrow in concern and he runs up to you, examining your ankle.

“yes… it’s just from a past injury..” you wince through the discomfort.

“is it alright if i guide you to the infirmary?” nishinoya asks in a gentle tone.

“that isn’t necessary…” you say bashfully although deep inside you clearly want him to be close to you.

“seriously, (name). you’re injured and you can’t walk” he responds, holding your hand to help you up. that strong, pulsating sensation in your chest appears again as your cheek grow faintly pink. he gently takes your arm to sling it around his shoulder as he guides you to the infirmary.

as he walks you there he makes a comment that flusters you.

“i can’t believe i get to touch the most stunning being i’ve seen right now” he proudly comments, making you flush red in embarrassment.

“hey wait! that was so uncalled for!” you chuckle.

little did you know that he never meant those words.

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tournaments finished and unfortunately, they came runner-up to the winners. currently, you’re at the back of the sendai gym, comforting a weeping noya who has his knees tucked to his head.

“hey? noya, you worked hard and did the best you could. that’s more than enough okay? you did your best and i’m so proud of you for that. you know what? one competition doesn’t define who you are.. to me, you’re hardworking, amazing and you always try your best.. this competition may have ended up with you and the guys in second place, but to me, you’re always my number one-“

“I DON’T NEED YOUR PITY OKAY!? THIS? THIS IS JUST STUPID! STOP BABYING ME! YOU JUST WANT MY ATTENTION BECAUSE WE’RE SOULMATES, YEAH? WHY DO YOU THINK I NEVER TALK ABOUT IT HUH? IT’S BECAUSE I HATE THE FACT THAT YOU’RE MY SOULMATE! I WISHED IT WAS SOMEONE ELSE! SOMEONE BETTER, LIKE KIYOKO!” noya snaps out of a fit of rage, leaving you dumbfounded and processing his words. it slowly eats you up and shatters you as you watch him storm away in anger. that was the last time you talked to him until the end of the year.

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it was one of the last training sessions of the year and you carried the tub of the club member’s water bottles to refill them with yamaguchi. the two of you walk towards the back of the gym and hear an exchange going on…

“why wont you go out with me? i did everything for you!” nishinoya cries out in a pained expression.

“i’m sorry, we aren’t meant to be.. i’ve already found my soulmate and it isn’t you.. i hope you find the one you truly love and i hope they make you happier” kiyoko replies with remorse and pity.

“but… it’s you i want… not anyone else… i’ve already cut my red string just to be with you” a gasp falls from kiyoko’s and a eavesdropping yamaguchi’s mouth from nishinoya’s revelation.

for them, it was jaws that fell in surprise, but for you, it was tears that fell in heartbreak. you already knew he despised you ever since the tournament but this? this is too far. your true soulmate had cut the thread and denied you for another woman. you walk away in pain.

“why can’t he just love me back?” you thought.

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you were now in third year, studying hard just to get into your dream university.

lately, you’ve been getting snacks, poems, keychains, plushies galore stuffed in your locker, but never once have you found out who’s been behind all this.

you’ve noticed small blonde hair strands on the plushies. could this be from tsukishima? no, he’s way too cold to like anyone. either way, he’s a jerk so nobody would like him back. but then there were also jet black hairs on the other few gifts. could this be a case of a love triangle where you’re being pined by your juniors, both tsukishima and kageyama? impossible.

but you did know someone that had both hair colours on his head… you didn’t want to assume it was him, and it had been a while since you thought about the man that hurt you.

it was a rainy afternoon and you had just finished tutoring. on the way home, you were considering cutting your part of the thread off. you believed that it wouldn’t matter if the love was unrequited.

you hold your umbrella out to prevent the rain getting to you as you walk down the wet street, the sound of rain hitting the concrete lingering in your ears.

a tap on your shoulder could be felt and you turn around. it’s nishinoya yuu. he looks disheveled and somewhat remorseful? is he here to apologise?

“may i help you?” you ask with a slight pettiness.

“hey, uh… i hoped you liked the gifts i’ve been leaving in your locker… i don’t know if it’s too late for this, but i took you for granted okay? those sweet and genuine words of yours, your consideration for others, the way you care for everyone around you, your kind and gentle demeanour… i can’t help but have fallen in love with it all… especially that one time, those words you said in the tournament got me by, and i just couldn’t accept your love because i was such a jerk and was blind to your love. i want to love you like how you loved me.. i’m so sorry i didn’t treat you like the royalty you should’ve been treated like. i don’t expect you to forgive me after what i did, but will you give me a chance to make it up to you..?” he asks with genuine remorse and regret. he looks you in the eyes with glossy tears threatening to fall down.

you see that he has also attempted to mend the red thread by retying it into a cute bow to try and rekindle what once was. you let out a small smile before you respond.

“maybe i’ll give it another go”

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you wake up. was it just a dream? is he really not yours? was it too good to be true?

you look around your room and… ah yes, you see your husband, nishinoya, beside you snoring and sleeping… not so gracefully. but regardless of that, he’s yours, you’re his, and beside your shared bed, resides the crib holding your twin infants, a result of the love you two shared. it seems that the dream was a memory of how it all started.

slowly, your husband stirs awake.

“my love? you’re up early” noya stretches his limbs from his slumber and following that, your children start to yawn and stretch out. he reaches for your hands as your fingers intertwine with his, the red string glowing stronger than ever. you smile gently as you plant a short but loving kiss on his soft lips. you then speak up.

“remember how we first met?”