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Hello, I loved the picture in the bush so much! and I just read that your requests are open and no pressure but the US Open doubles pairing of Jannik and Emma sparked up a thought:

Maybe reader and Jannik have been selected to play together for the US Open Doubles and they have been amicable to each other for some time. They also always speak really highly of each other and support each other ( as friends ofc 😏) to the media and so everyone is really excited to see these two together maybe even some harmless shipping from the media?? and both try to ignore these (very true) comments from the media and focus on their tournament.. Buuuut over the course of their training they just cant hide their feelings for each other aaaand……. i‘ll stop now sorry for rambling

oh anon you're such an angel thank you for this request

Double trouble ; J.S

summary : what happens when you—top tennis player Y/N L/N, tennis's sweetheart—get paired up with italian iceman, jannik sinner, for the U.S open mixed doubles tournament? well the tennis world was about to find out. pairing : fem!reader x jannik sinner warnings : none !

It all began with an announcement. an unexpected headline that shocked tennis fans and players around the world.

"italian iceman, jannik sinner, reportedly PAIRED UP with tennis's sweetheart [Your name] for the U.S open mixed doubles tournament! could it be written in the stars? or turn out like Stefanos Tsitsipas and Paula Badosa? fans wonder. Swipe to read more!"

the article racked up over hundreds of thousands of views in under 2 hours. By the end of the day, it seemed as if every sports outlet had picked it up—from ESPN to even F1 gossip accounts (??) the internet and comments about it were ruthless.

@/tennisgossipofficial: pairing up TWO wimbledon champions together. whoever did this needs a raise.

@/ynlnfan81: already know my queen is gonna carry

@/tennisnews: i can smell the slowburn

@/janniksinnerloverr: the shade towards stefanos im dead

@/tennisdaily: medvedev must've wrote that last part cause what

you were in the middle of a pre-practice stretch, when your phone rang.

before you could start the call with a greeting, your best friend howled. "How could you have NOT told me about this?!" her tone in absolute shambles and confusion.

you stood there, holding the phone, just as confused as she is.

"what are you talking about? did something happen?" you replied, trying to remain a neutral tone.

a gasp could be heard on the other side of the phone. "you don't know?! don't tell me you don't know."

"okay sorry to disappoint, but i don't. i don't know."

she read the headline out to you.

it made you scrunch your eyebrows in confusion. it makes you laugh at the shade towards stefanos and paula.

and just in time for it all. here comes your coach, and—your manager?

your coach began opening his mouth.

"listen. i know we didn't tell you, i know its last minute, but—"

judging from the shock on your face, your coach had gathered the information that you know exactly what he's gonna say.

before you could argue against him, what seemed like a yelp and multiples 'sorry" left his mouth.

"we thought you could use the tournament toward your ranking! and if you think about it, jannik is the perfect partner for you. okay? just please listen to us."

well. you have no choice but to accept it.

"fine. okay? just no matching kits. or anything of that sort."

"well—" he began

unbelievable.

the practice court was quieter than you expected. Tucked behind one of the larger stadiums, mostly empty except for some social media admins, other players, and some devoted fans.

you were chatting about strategy with your coach to calm yourself.

it wasn't the nerves that shook you up.

but you definitely couldn't say it was a prime factor in your nervousness.

you glanced at your phone. then the gate.

"ciao."

you turned—and there he was.

Jannik Sinner, curls tousled and messy from the wind, racquet bag slung over one shoulder, no smiles—yet, at least— walking towards you.

"Hi." you said. short, simple, effective.

he gives a small nod and—oh there's the smile okay— eyes scanning the court before landing on you again. "you ready to play?"

"ready as i'll ever be."

the first practice feels like something out of a rom-com.

you started with short-court drills. easy, clean, efficient.

you and jannik are weirdly in-sync. communication not so perfect, but it didn't need to be. the glances, the little nods, the shared smiles and smirks when a point goes perfectly. it all worked so well.

the first few rallies passed with barely a word. then he finally spoke.

"you're quick." he said.

you glanced up, "you're taller in person."

that earned a faint smirk from him. and after that. things loosened. you moved through the warm-up with ease.

at one point, jannik tries to call a lob yours, but you don't hear it.

so you both end up chasing it.

you collide. Not hard—just close. a little too close.

he reached out his hands to steady you by your waist. it made you freeze up for a second.

"well, i guess we'll have to work on our spacing, no?" shaking your head and letting out a breathless laugh.

a boyish laugh escaped Jannik's mouth. "guess so." hands reaching out to fix a couple loose strands in your ponytail. "one more time?"

you huffed, "sure. one more."

fans caught on immediately.

a blurry 15 second video of you and jannik after the collision, and the hair fix afterward reached the internet. fans quickly jumped into conclusions and theories.

@/sinnerloves: wait why do they look so good together?? just me??

@/y/nserves: someone make a 5k worded fan fiction about the hair fix NOW.

@/tennisnews: i've seen enough give them the trophy

@/tennisgossipofficial: id pay for a documentary, @/netflix step up

@/ynlnaced: god if you can hear us please [Your name] and Jannik versus Carlos and Emma final pleasee

the internet was ruthless with the ship comments. and you had no idea that that was only the beginning.

media day was other wordly.

you're sat on a stool, black hoodie with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of nike shorts. jannik is in a similar placement a couple courts away.

the journalist tosses you a unexpectedly very straightforward question.

"some fans online are already shipping you and your mixed doubles partner, jannik sinner, any thoughts, confirmations, or denying of the rumours?"

you blinked, mouth agape. "well, i didn't know that was a thing."

the journalist laughs and pulls out some printed tweets about you two. your eyebrows raised, followed by a slight laugh, followed by your hands reaching out to grab said tweets.

the keywords of the tweets consisted of 'tennis soulmates!' and 'slow-burn excellence'

you groan into your hands.

"well, jannik is someone i can admire," you said, quickly turning your head and shooting out "on court. of course."

other journalists surrounding you let out murmurs of 'right' and 'sure'

"i've always admire jannik's game, from across the net. to be on the same side as him is very steadying. i trust him a lot out there already, and that was the first practice, so i'm confident in our abilities to win the tournament. or make it very far."

another reporter chimes in. "seems like there's good energy between the two of you. did that surprise you in any way?"

you shrug slightly. "it's not very forced i would say. jannik is very easy to read—in a good way. i think we work very well together. honestly, i'm excited."

that's all you gave them. but the tone says more than the words.

across the grounds, jannik is also surrounded by eager journalists and reporters.

everyone knows he's not someone who enjoys long answers, but when they ask about you? his whole posture shifts.

"so jannik, the first practice with [Your Name]," a journalist says, voice light. "how was it?"

jannik leans forward a little. his accent makes his words sound calm, deliberate, filled with purpose.

"she's intense, i would say." he says first. "in the best way. she's very focused on the court. which is something i admire. she doesn't waste time.

there's a slight pause before he speaks up again.

"she's very fast. and a quick adapter, i noticed it right away." he's quiet once more, then adds, "i feel very lucky to have someone like her as my partner."

the press leans into it. one of them smiles.

"high praise, it sounds like you are very impressed."

jannik nods, slowly. "i am."

a clip from the two interviews makes its way onto twitter within minutes.

the clip of jannik saying "she's very fast. and a quick adapter, i noticed it right away."

the clip of you going "i think we work very well together. honestly, im excited."

the internet melts down in awe.

@/ynlnlover: he sounds SO sincere about her i'm going to cry.

@/forzajann1: they're not even denying the rumors im sick

@/tennisgossipofficial: hopefully its not stefanos and paula 2.0

@/sinnerloves: [Your Name] smiling as soon as a question is about jannik. WHO is she fooling

on the walk back from media. you bumped into jannik.

you fall into step with him, both heading out to the court for a second practice. it wasn't planned, your coach had said that the next practice wouldn't be for another couple days. but you and jannik read others mind.

"that was nice." you broke the silence. trying to conceal the fact that you rewatch the clips three times already.

jannik hummed in response. "what was?"

"media liked you today, you sure do have a way with your words."

he shrugs. "i just told them the truth."

you nudge his arms. "you didn't have to say you're lucky."

he laughed, "i meant it."

you're a little shocked on how casual he is about this. it nearly makes you trip on your foot.

he glances down at you, slightly amused. "what?"

sucking in your bottom lip, you managed to say, "nothing."

"you said some nice things too, no?"

you chuckle at him raising your hand to attempt to argue back. your fingers brush in the motion.

neither of you had the heart to acknowledge it.

and before either of you noticed, you were already at the courts.

the sun was still beaming high in the afternoon.

the court was much quieter and much less crowded than usual. most of media had cleared out, just the two of you and the rhythm of balls echoing between the court and tennis racket strings.

match by match. something changed.

not publicly. not in interviews or post-match debriefs.

it changed in small things.

in the way he started waiting for you before walking on court. how you stopped checking if you lost something because jannik had everything in control, how your hand stayed in his for a couple seconds too long after a high five.

it was all unspoken. until the semi final.

when you won the third set tiebreak, you didn't even think—you just turned and ran straight to him, arms around his neck before you could stop yourself.

jannik picked you up in one slow motion, then a tiny little spin. held you tight, then stepped back slowly

the crowd was still cheering, but for a second, the only sound you could hear was jannik's laugh.

the camera replayed the hug and spin in slow-motion on the screen.

the lights at the stadium felt brighter at the final.

you stood shoulder to shoulder with jannik behind the baseline, ball in hand, the racquet loose in your grip. sweat sliding down your spin beneath the matching navy blue kit. the crowd chatter and claps.

it was you and jannik, versus emma raducanu and carlos alcaraz.

you start fast and sharp, but they start explosive and calculated.

carlos is everywhere. emma's returns are other wordly. you and jannik fell behind. he nets his routine backhand, and within 40 minutes, the set is gone: 6-3.

you sat beside jannik during the changeover, chest heaving, mind heavy, and sweat dripping from your jaw.

he's staring straight ahead, calm as ever. but you can notice how fast he's tapping his left leg.

"you okay?" you asked.

he glances at you. "i don't like, losing."

a quiet pause.

"then lets change that.

second set.

it's yours from the start. you step into every return, take the net early. jannik is focused—pushing alcaraz on his forehands, sneaking backhands past emma like he had always meant to.

but it's not just the tennis.

it's you two.—the way you move, cover, sync, without needing to speak.

this set went by quicker than the last. 6-4, you and jannik won the set.

the final set is pure chaos.

each point is slightly messier than the last. emma struggles with the coverage, carlos dives for volleys, you're scrambling, and jannik is flying.

tie break. 6-6. tiebreak to 10.

you've never heard the stadium so loud. the whole crowd sits on your shoulders.

you take a deep breath before stepping up to serve. 6-5 . jannik walks up behind you, just close enough for his voice to reach you.

"whatever happens, this has been my favorite part of the tournament."

you turn slightly. "the match?"

he meets your eyes. "you."

your heart stumbled.

then you serve.

ace. 7-5

two points later, its 9-8. championship point.

carlos serves. jannik returns. emma picks it up on the half-volley.

the ball floats high—not deep enough.

you charge at the net, tightening your grip, the stadium on its feet.

and it's one final swing, you put the volley away clean.

the stadium erupts. 10-8, you win.

you freeze, then you turn.

jannik is already looking at you—like he knew it would end this way.

he walks to you slowly first, then jog.

and then you're in his arms, pressed against his chest. hands cradling the back of your neck. you're shaking with adrenaline, heart pounding.

"we did it" you breathe.

he pulls back slightly, eyes scanning yours.

"we really did."

in the heat of the moment—without thinking—you pull him by the curls to give him a kiss.

its soft, quick—but sends the stadium wild. and when you pull away, laughing in disbelief, he's smiling like he's never smiled on court before.

you lace your fingers through his, and for the first time, you don't mind the cameras.

the trophy ceremony was less serious than the match.

carlos and emma are giggling and laughing besides you, towels draped over their shoulders, clapping as you both lift the trophy.

carlos walks up to the mic for his speech, emma follows behind.

"well, i wanna start off by saying—nice kiss, by the way—" turning his body and unraveling his hands to jannik.

jannik lets out a breathless laugh. "thank you carlos. i've been waiting."

you laugh so hard you nearly drop the trophy.

when it was your turn, you kept the speech honest and brief.

"we came here to compete," you began, "but somewhere along the way, we just clicked—on and off the court—"

"i've always trusted her game," jannik adds. "i guess i trust her with other things too, now.”

© made by zweiism

authors note ! my first time doing a request! im sorry if it didnt fit whatever idea you had in mind anon😭 thank you for the request!!! the tennis part is so bad cause i trult have no idea how to comment on tennis plays💔 thank you for reading if you made it this far teeheeeee!! the hardest part of the fic was coming up with the username for the internet… truly lost my mind trying to be creative. felt so evil with the stefanos and paula comments…. first time doing anything w/ social media/comments so sorry if its baddd

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my current obssssions are no where near haikyuu I’m sorry everyone

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the next few days imma be soooo locked in on ravens eye and time escaping you won’t even believe it

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Hiyaa!! I was wondering if I could be added to the taglist for the raven's eye diner please?? I love it so far (and will definitely finish binging it after this) it's so vibeyy. Thank you!!

YES OF COURSE!!! I will add you rn I’m happy you are enjoying it!!!

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the ravens eye diner

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tea today

the bell above the door chimes as akaashi steps into the diner. you look up from where you're leaning against the wall and shoot him a bright smile, which he returns.

"hi akaashi, how's your day?" you ask as you lead him over to the perfect table.

"good now that i'm here, lots of homework around this time."

"ugh i know, i'm totally swamped studying for finals. do you want a coffee?" you ask, leaning your arm against the booth.

"i'll do tea today, thanks y/n."

you smile and head to the back to prepare a mug of tea for him. once you return, he's in the middle of pulling his books out of his bag.

"are you reading anything good? i finished your last recommendation last week. i loved it."

"wasn't it great? its one of my favorites." akaashi smiles again, thrilled that you actually listened to his recommendations. "here, i'll write you a list of good books." he pulls a piece of paper out of his notebook and scribbles a few titles and authors down before folding the paper up and passing it to you.

"thank you so much, you always have the best recommendations." you say, tucking the piece of paper into your apron.

"comes with the english major territory."

𖦹₊⊹fun facts⊹₊𖦹

-akaashi was so nervous writing down his phone number

-he had the plan to do it so he made sure he got tea cause it calms him down wayyy more than coffee

-y/n squealed when she read the note

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time escaping

chapter three

at the start of your second year is when you found your love for theater, and when hajime really fell in love with volleyball. he'd always been in love with volleyball, but this year was next level.

it was also when you began to accept that nothing would ever happen romantically between you two. you two were destined to just be friends, and that was that. but of course, when hajime asked you to become the team manager, you accepted. he was your friend, friends did favors for eachother.

practices weren't the most exciting for you, but they weren't the worst thing ever. you'd fill water bottles, toss balls, fold jerseys. that was the boring part. the good part was how much more you and iwaizumi would talk. inside jokes, teasing looks, playful pushes. everything all of the sudden seemed so much more intense. it almost felt like you were flirting, but that must've been wishful thinking.

"can i walk you home?" hajimes voice causes you to look up from the notes you are writing as you sit on the bench. you remember the day exactly, the day before the first audition for the school play.

"sure." it wasn't an odd request, you and hajime walked home together often.

you packed up your bag, slung it over your shoulders and followed him out of the door. the walk was normal, full of friendly talking and jokes, before you were at the front gate to your house.

"alright, thanks for walking me, i'll see you tomorrow?" you say, smiling at him.

"would you wanna keep walking around for a little longer?" he asks, a certain look in his eyes you cant quite place.

"uh, yeah sure.."

the two of you pass your house and walk for a bit to a huge field in the park nearby.

"i've noticed that recently things have felt a bit different between us." he states. you look at him, urging him to continue. "like, flirty almost. and i don't really know why."

"probably because i like you." oh well, it was gonna come out at some point, why not now.

"i kind of guessed. i think you're great, but i don't know yet if i like you like that."

"that's okay, i totally get it. i don't want to pressure you or anything." you respond, staring at the sun which has now started to set.

"you're beautiful." hajime is staring right at you. "i feel like we should kiss right now, is that stupid to say?"

"no, i don't think it is." your eyes meet, and he swoops in, pressing his lips against yours as he places a hand on your face. the two of you pull apart and smile at each other.

"um, i should probably get going home, big audition tomorrow you know."

"yeah, totally." he smiles.

"i guess, just let me know when you decide if you like me or not." you say.

"i will. bye (y/n). good luck tomorrow."

"thanks, bye haji!"

notes: omg heyyyy everything is going great rn!!!! for these two!

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cantaloupe island

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chapter 6- it had to be you

the hot spot bar is usually packed on a saturday night, and tonight is no exception. every seat is filled, and there are tons of patrons just standing, with nowhere to sit. atsumu is not one of these people. he showed up early, and even helped unload iwaizumis drumkit. you made fun of him and called him a roadie, and he stuck his tongue out at you as he carried the snare drum.

now he is sitting in the front row next to the stage where all of your instruments are set up, with a drink in his hand, and all of his volleyball friends surrounding him.

“you sure were eager to get a good seat tsumu!” hinata says to him.

“gotta get the best view.” atsumu answers absent mindedly, focused on the curtain he knows you will walk out from any second now, and its like you heard his thoughts, because at that very second kuroo reaches out from behind the curtain and pulls it out of the way as the quintet files onto the stage. he catches your eye immediately from the crowd and you smile at him before sitting down at the large piano in the middle of the stage.

as the welcoming applause dies down, you turn on the microphone propped above the piano, and start into a smooth jazz melody. as it continues the rhythms grow more intense, and the music grows stronger and stronger before the song finally comes to an end. more applause.

you clear your throat before speaking into the microphone.

“hello! thank you all so much for coming out tonight, we are the osaka quintet!” atsumu can’t wipe the smile off of his face as he watches you address the crowd. he thinks in this lighting you look absolutely perfect. not that you don’t usually look perfect, but especially so in this exact moment.

your set flies by, at least in atsumus eyes. the music seems to flow from all of your respective instruments, and once its over, you stand up from the piano bench and take a bow, waving at the audience. then his eyes catch yours, and a smile begins to appear on your face. atsumu can feel himself smiling much wider than usual. you give him a small wave. just for him, not for the packed room of people, and he waves back, grinning like an idiot.

the next few minutes go by in a whirlwind. you are whisked offstage into the back hallway as your bandmates carry their instruments into the back of kuroos rickety van. suddenly you feel a tap on your shoulder and you turn around to be met with atsumus face.

“hi. that was wow, just wow, incredible.” atsumu starts rambling before you cut him off.

“you actually liked it?”

“i mean yeah, it was probably the best music i’ve ever heard.”

“thought you hated jazz?” you say, tilting your head to the side.

“maybe at first, but i don’t think i’ve really hated it since i met you.”

“so you’re a liar?” you smile, teasingly.

“i wouldn’t go that far, but sometimes a guy needs an excuse to hang out with the most talented girl in the world.”

you just smile at him, and roll your eyes.

“you’re an idiot. i’d hang out with you even if you didn’t hate jazz.”

“well now you can. are you free right now?”

“depends, what for?”

“how about a date?”

“with who? is one of your friends asking?” you jokingly look around, trying to get a rise out of atsumu, who pokes you in the side.

“with me?”

“yeah. i’d like that a lot atsumu.”

a/n: thats it!!! thank you all so much for waiting 81 years for me to finish this!!!!

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there are two chapters left of cantaloupe island

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hear my game plan: i finish cantaloupe island ASAP, and then work on chat is this real and finish that!!!! and then I will lock tf in on the ravens eye diner

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the ravens eye diner- keiji akaashi

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coffee

at the ravens eye diner, there were many different regulars. the old man who came in and ordered 2 eggs over medium every other day. the woman who brought in her 2 kids every saturday morning. the girl who brought in her tiny dog and always ordered him a small cup of whipped cream. your personal favorite? the studier.

his schedule for coming into the diner never landed on a certain day, but he always entered in the afternoon, you assumed when his classes ended. he sat at a small two-person table by the window, set his backpack down and took out a stack of books, pens, and a notebook.

he wasn’t your favorite regular just because he was quiet and never asked you annoying questions like other regulars, which didn’t hurt, but he was so attractive it was shocking to you that he had never brought a date in with him.

you had made plenty of assumptions about the boy with the dark hair and his stack of books. based on his selection you assumed he had to be an english major or something of the sort.

before you even came over to greet him, you filled up your favorite mug with coffee, grabbed a container of creamer and walked it over to his table.

“hi.” you would greet, setting down his drink which he never failed to order. he would look up at you, and smile.

“thanks. i’m starting to think i come here too often if you have my order memorized.”

you laugh.

“it’s not like coffee and creamer is the hardest thing to memorize y’know.”

“i guess you’re right. i just realized i’ve never asked your name.”

“its y/n, you?”

“akaashi.”

“good to know!” you smile and walk away, leaving him to do his studying. he’ll stay at that table for the next 3 hours, eyes skimming across the pages of his books, making annotations, and sipping the coffee you would refill every 20 minutes or so.

you always took notes of the books he was reading, asking him whenever he needed a refill for any recommendations, and he was always happy to take a break from studying to talk to you.

𖦹₊⊹fun facts⊹₊𖦹

-akaashi is in fact an english major

-one time he tried to bring bokuto to study with him but that didn't really go too well

-bokuto is very distracting

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why did i decide to make the ravens eye diner the biggest fattest project ever omg someone kill me its been over a year

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cantaloupe island

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chapter 5- autumn leaves

when you hear the knock on the door of the apartment you jolt up and rush to get it. you take a deep breath before swinging it open, revealing a smiling atsumu holding two cups of coffee.

“hey.” he greets, hair slightly disheveled, almost like he went back to sleep after texting you and didn’t have time to get it before he left. he did however have time to grab you a coffee. he passes the to-go cup to you.

“i know its not very early really but to me this is early so i stopped by the cafe down the block. hopefully you like coffee.” he says, running a hand through his hair and then taking a sip from his cup.

“thanks, that was actually really nice of you.” you say, stepping aside and welcoming him into the apartment.

“you sound surprised.”

“you don’t really seem like the type to buy people surprise coffees.”

“you’re still getting to know me y/n, maybe i’ll never bring you coffee again.”

you laugh lightly as you lead him back to the makeshift music room in the apartment. there are 2 guitars hanging on the wall. atsumu recognizes the bass in the corner as the one akaashi plays. the drum kit is packed away, and the piano sits against the wall.

theres a chair in the corner, and you gesture towards it for atsumu to sit in it. he does.

“okay, so my lesson student should be here in like 10 minutes, and she’s only 7 so don’t freak her out or anything, okay?

“wasn’t planning on it.”

“good! thanks again for the coffee.” you say after taking a sip.

“yeah.” he’s staring at you as you pull out piano books and loose papers of sheet music. your hair is also a bit wild, and he can’t help but admire you as you sit down on the piano bench and start playing a soft tune. “when did you start playing?” he asks.

“when i was 4. my parents are both big into jazz, so i’ve been committed to a life of music since birth.”

“no choice, huh?”

you laugh a bit, fingers dancing over the keys as the melody fills the room.

“yeah, not much of a choice. but i like to think that even if i did have a choice i would end up doing this.”

“you must really love music.”

“i do.”

as atsumu watches you play he really understands why. you are insanely talented and he can’t think of a time he’s heard music more beautiful than what you are playing right now, just for him. you look up from the keys, still playing, and look at him. he looks fascinated, and slowly your playing comes to a stop.

“what?” you say, wondering why he’s staring so intently at you. atsumu breaks out of his trance.

“you’re-” he cuts himself off. “that was beautiful.”

you feel your face heat up and you see his turn red. before you can answer a knock at the door comes and you shoot up off of the bench.

“that should be her. um… ill be right back.” you say, swiftly exiting the room.

no way you are starting to like atsumu, you barely know the guy.

you open the door to the apartment and are greeted by your student. she follows you to the music room and you tell her about how atsumu will be sitting in on her lesson today.

atsumu greets her kindly and introduces himself when you bring her back into the room, and god he is actually cute.

you and your student sit side by side on the piano bench as you teach her the basics of the piano for the next 30 minutes. atsumu is completely quiet. she leaves, thanking you, and you are left alone again with atsumu.

“sorry, i guess that wasn’t really jazz today.” you say, cleaning up the music.

“it’s okay, i get it. you just wanted to spend more time with me.” there he was, cocky atsumu back again. the almost sweet atsumu from your moment earlier gone, but he’s not hard to see through.

“you don’t have to pretend atsumu, to be all cocky and shit.” you say, not looking him in the eyes.

he’s quiet for a moment.

“i’m sorry, i wasn’t trying to like analyze you or anything i-” you start to apologize.

“nah, you’re right.”

its quiet for another moment.

“should we go get lunch?” you ask.

“i’d like that.” atsumu smiles at you, and ruffles your hair.

a/n- omg a cantaloupe island update in the big 2025 ain't no way....

(are any of yall even here still...)

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I was going to update my smaus but I deleted my message and Twitter making app so I’m literally gonna have to remake every character and that makes me suicidal.

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time escaping

chapter two

it took hajime about 7 months to move on from your middle school best friend before he was dating one of your closest high school friends, and it didn't take long before that ended.

he was so attentive, she loved hanging out with him, he was a great kisser, he didn't want to hang out very much anymore, he was distracted, he seemed uninterested, he was always cancelling on her to hang out with his friends, to play video games with oikawa, or to practice volleyball. these were the many complaints you heard about hajime from her, and some selfish part of your pre-developed brain wished that you were the one he was cancelling on.

the relationship ended soon after her complaints started.

"dumped." his voice came through the other end of your phone, sitting on your bathroom counter as you continued getting ready. "not that i didn't want it to happen y'know, but i wasn't gonna say it was mutual when she was the one ending it."

"yeah, i get you. is that why you were cancelling on her so much?" you asked, fixing your hair in the mirror.

"god, she told you about all that? but, yeah. she kept trying to start arguments too, like she was begging me to just break up with her."

"ugh that's frustrating. do you still like her?" iwaizumi went quiet on the other side of the phone.

"i don't think i ever really did." a sigh. "which is shitty and horrible."

"yeah, it is."

"do you hate me now?"

"no. i was friends with you way before i was friends with her."

"i just don't really wanna lose you, like you're one of my best friends."

ouch.

"you won't lose me hajime, i'll always stay friends with you even when you are such a heartbreaker now."

"i don't think i want that title."

"awh, come on you earned it!"

the two of you laugh for a minute before silence falls.

"i gotta go, sorry." you say eventually.

"oh yeah, you're hanging out with mattsun, sorry i totally forgot i didn't mean to keep you."

"oh, don't worry about it, i'm always here to talk."'

"thanks, it really actually genuinely means a lot." he says.

"of course, okay... bye."

"bye."

he hangs up. you pull on your shoes and walk to meet mattsun at the ice cream place a few blocks away. you find him sitting on a bench outside.

mattsukawa. your newest distraction. of course you didn't see it like that at the time, convinced that you were totally over iwaizumi and totally into mattsun. he was sat outside of the store, back leaning against the brick wall.

"hey." he greeted, waving at you.

"hi." you respond. this is totally awkward.

the two of you got your cones of ice cream, and returned back to the bench outside.

"did you hear about iwaizumis big breakup?" mattsun asked you as you started to eat.

"uhm, yeah he told me about it."

"it's crazy, akane is so mad. i mean, especially at you, maybe even more than him."

your head snapped away from the dessert and onto mattsuns face, confused.

"what? what did i do?" you ask, eyebrow quirked.

mattsun looks around awkwardly for a second.

"i mean she's just pissed about 'girl code' or whatever. like you two have been hanging out so much, and the whole world knows you've had a crush on him forever.."

mattsun continues to talk but you've already zoned him out. the whole world? forever? you can feel your face heating up and your eyes widening. you stand up.

"it's late, my mom wants me home. sorry. bye." you rush away from the scene heading home quickly. there is no way you've been so obvious. does hajime know? how did people figure this out, and why is his newly ex girlfriend so mad at you?

you check your phone to three texts from mattsukawa that you ignore and one text from hajime which you do answer.

how was your hang out with mattsun?

it was fine

apparently akane is mad at me for picking your side or whatever

bro what

i don't really think thats what happened

yeah me neither

but its okay

not really a good friend if she gets mad at me over something like this

yeah

goodnight y/n

night haji

notes: hello much longer chapter twooo!!!!! i am having fun writing this i need to get as much cringe middle school vibes as possible injected into me so much fun. more coming!

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masterlist

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This was my peak maybe.

how to lose a guy in 10 days- t. oikawa

y/n is the advice columnist for u-tokyos weekly newspaper. her best friend yui has just been dumped (again), and she claims its cause of her looks. y/n argues that its actually because of how she behaves in romantic relationships. desperate to push away from her repetitive writing and to prove her point, y/n pitches her article idea to her editor. “how to lose a guy in 10 days.” the plan? start dating a random guy, and convince him to dump her in just 10 days. the guy? toru oikawa, star setter of u-tokyo's volleyball team, who has, unknowingly to y/n, just made the confident bet to his entire team that he can make any woman fall in love with him in just 10 days, and he's willing to prove it.

toru oikawa x f!reader smau/written

warnings/notes: university au, language, drinking, oikawa starts off as an asshole, don't worry he gets better, might end up being more written than smau, maybe a bit of angst, not a lot though cause it's a rom com, kys jokes, not totally true to the "how to lose a guy in 10 days" plot, just based off of the premise pretty much, lots of ooc, probably some grammar mistakes, check individual chapter warnings for more info.

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status: complete!

cast list:

papergirls and paperboys | VB team

table of contents:

day zero

day one

day two

day three

day four

day five

day six

day seven

day eight

day nine

day ten

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time escaping

chapter one

the first time you saw him was in the school hallway, a few days into your third year in middle school. you had no idea how you had never seen him or noticed him until this point, but you had definitely found yourself a new crush for the school year. it wasn't love at first sight, but for middle school you it probably sure felt like it.

your newfound crush was allowed to last for about 2 days, until your best friend, a girl who you hadn't spoken to since middle school, told you that your hallway boy was the same hajime iwaizumi that she had been obsessing over for the last week. okay, so he was no longer the love of your life, and had been demoted to the boyfriend of your best friend.

quickly after that you were set up with iwaizumis best friend, toru oikawa. oikawa was the perfect middle school boyfriend for you. he was cute, and the two of you barely hung out. you kept him away from his fangirls, who had already been obsessed with him back then. you both knew where you stood with each other, saying he's your boyfriend when in reality you were only friends. a perfect situation for you. until the "double dates", if you can even call them dates in middle school, started.

now that iwaizumi and your friend were dating, it seemed that she was losing interest in him. the "double dates" made you realize that maybe your short lasted hallway crush wasn't going to go away that quickly. the dates were filled with you and iwaizumi just talking to eachother, oikawa and your friend seeming completely uninterested in the two of you.

both breakups didn't take long to happen, by the time it ended, no one was upset, and no one cared. high school started, and some how you, oikawa, and iwaizumi all ended up at aoba johsai.

your first year in high school was when you and iwaizumi really became friends, and when you realized you might just be in love with him.

notes: crazy short chapter just getting back into it and explaining the background sort of. don't worry, the rest will be longer i pinkie promise!

masterlist

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time escaping

y/n l/n knew she had no chance with hajime iwaizumi, but that didn't stop her from being in love with him since the day she met him in middle school. with 2 months left in summer before they both leave for university, why would that change now?

hajime iwaizumi x reader

warnings/notes: gonna be so ooc but it needs to happen sorry not sorry, language, reader is gonna get led on like crazy and you're just gonna have to suffer through it a bit, allusions to sex probably, messy as freak relationship, friends to not friends to friends to friends with benefits to lovers, soooo much pining, we are in for a ride everyone.

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CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN