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thinking about iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer at the olympics going viral for his good looks...

you know better than anyone that iwaizumi is an attractive man. while the spotlight isn't on him during volleyball games, he's still an integral part of making sure the athletes are safe and uninjured. but it's no surprise to see your boyfriend gaining newfound fame from the general public, especially during one of the world's biggest sporting events. soon, you find that your current source of entertainment is scrolling through the social media posts circulating about him.

"'who is this fine man and is he single?'" you read aloud, sitting next to iwaizumi.

in the video, he's sporting the typical athletic trainer uniform—a plain black polo—but he can make even a simple shirt look deliciously enticing. his large biceps flexing underneath the fabric and the serious expression painted on his features have you nearly drooling.

"no, i am not single," iwaizumi answers the question, and you let out a light laugh at his deadpan response.

a comment underneath catches your attention. "'he can put me in a headlock and i'd thank him.' that seems a bit excessive, don't you think?"

"putting people in headlocks is not a part of my job description," he replies flatly, though his ears are tinged red from all of the attention he's receiving.

you continue reciting the amusing posts like they're the morning newspaper, much to iwaizumi's dismay.

"'brb training for the olympics so i can meet this man.' that's dedication, i'll give that to them." as if reading your mind, your feed reloads with more content of your insanely handsome boyfriend.

"'just one squeeze.'" you snort. "they're talking about your ass, my dear."

iwaizumi's cheeks grow hotter and hotter with the more he hears, but he tries his hardest to keep up a nonchalant front.

eventually, you come across a popular video of iwaizumi where he's massaging a volleyball player's chest and arms during a timeout. the caption is eager to say the least.

"'can he massage my ti–'"

iwaizumi quickly covers your mouth with his hand before you can finish the sentence, his face practically in flames now. "you're having fun with this, aren't you?" he grumbles with a slight frown.

you merely chuckle and remove his hand to press a kiss to his lips, and he isn't able to hold his frown anymore. he's a weak man when it comes to you, after all.

"of course not," you hum innocently, a self-satisfied smile creeping onto your face as you revel in the fact that you're the only one iwaizumi has eyes for.

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everytime i post a fic i like to play this game called how long can i avoid going on tumblr and my phone

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insomniac - keiji akaashi x reader

one. you've got mail!

m.list | next.

a/n: it's finally here!! here r some notes because i didn't do introductions for this series hehe

✧ pink notes are yn's and blue notes are akaashi's

✧ yn and akaashi both live alone! no roommates.

✧ everyone is out of university. they're either in grad school or working now but it's not important to the plot.

✧ the XxPussyROck'rxX have game nights and hangouts at yn's apartment. she is a very good host and loves her friends. hosting at her place is her passion.

✧ they ^ became friends during uni and got closer afterwards.

✧ the night akaashi gave yn that first note, everyone had been over for "senior bingo night" where they made old people identities for themselves, then dressed up and acted like them while they played bingo together. it makes sense that akaashi was disturbed by the noise.

✧ yn and akaashi's notes are typically sent and received 30 minutes apart. they have not run into one another in the hall while delivering said notes. they don't want to! again, ignorance is bliss.

@mahae @fiannee @ixqiix @wolffmaiden

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insomniac - keiji akaashi x reader

akaashi is adamant that men and women cannot platonically be friends. you are adamant that your across-the-hall neighbor is horribly wrong.

through the thin walls that separate you, you and your insomniac neighbor get on one another's nerves, while your angry notes slip under one another's apartment doors.

k. akaashi x fem!reader, forced proximity, enemies to lovers kinda but not really but yes kinda, suggestive themes, eventual angst with comfort, swearing, possible ooc, drinking

smau hybrid - notes, texts, writing

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ongoing!

one. you've got mail!

two.

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how you get the girl - two. first day jitters

one. | masterlist | three.

No one comes into the shelter this early, so she immediately knows it’s him entering once the ring of the door chimes reaches her ears. 

“You’re Hajime’s friend.” She stands from her seat at the front desk. It’s one of the smaller shelters in the city, consisting of a small lobby in the front and a hallway leading to where the animals are, the muffled clamors coming from that direction giving it away. 

“Yeah. Oikawa.” She hadn’t asked him a question, but he answers anyway. 

Neither of them make an effort to move from where they stand. 

From the short distance between them, Oikawa notices that the girl isn’t bad-looking at all, albeit intimidating. 

“You don’t look injured to me.” He’s immediately broken out of his trance. Yeah, she’s definitely scary. 

“Sprained my ankle.” He lifts his right leg so she can see the ankle brace peeking out from under his shoe. “It’s honestly fine, but they won’t let me play volleyball. So..”

He doesn’t know why he feels such a need to explain himself. Maybe it is the way she looks at him with scrutiny, or the way it seems they are the only people in the shelter. 

For the first time in a long time, Oikawa Tooru feels shy.

At last, she gives him a smile, amused by his bashfulness. 

She steps away from the desk and leads him down the hallway, asking questions about his nonexistent work experience, none of which he can answer, especially those concerning animals. He has good endurance and stamina from volleyball, and he might have enough charisma to talk to customers. She decides that it’s sufficient. 

They stop at an unlabeled door after passing various closed ones labeled 'Office,' 'Examination Room,' and 'Storage,' among others. The noise of animals is the loudest here. Oikawa doesn’t need to ask to know what’s behind it. 

The next few hours are spent having small talk while cleaning kennels and filling bowls with kibble and water. Fortunately, not the nightmare that he envisioned when Iwaizumi introduced the idea to him. 

“I thought you were just a volunteer? Why are you here alone?” His curiosity gets the best of him as he asks her. With the end of the workday approaching, the question has been weighing on his mind all day, despite the small conversations they've been having throughout.

They are the only people to have stepped into the shelter all day, besides the young and ambitious couples looking for a first pet - none of whom were approved, either too inexperienced or too broke, as Yn deemed.

“I am a volunteer. My-” She pauses, apprehensive, “I mean, it’s owned by this elderly couple. I help out whenever they can’t make it to the shelter. But yeah, I’m by myself most days.”

“And you don’t get paid?” 

“No." There's a hint of defensiveness in her tone. "And besides, I’m not alone. You’re here too.”

a/n: erm ok not feeling super awesome ab this chapter.. do not look at me.. BUT the gist is that they meet!! yay! oikawa thinks yn is super intriguing and mysterious but she has her walls up around him... i wonder why... exciting things to come next chapter!!

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i'll keep every promise (if it's a promise with you) | oikawa tooru x reader

oikawa tooru has a bad habit of breaking promises and running from his first love. or: the four times oikawa breaks his promises and the one time he keeps one

( a / n ) - oh my god this is my magnum opus... my baby.. its a little bit of angst and a little bit of fluff and a little slice of life. u go through ages 6 to 28 LMFAO. iwaizumi + you + oikawa were such a fun trio to write for and i hope u guys enjoy !!

gn! reader | 2k words | happy birthday OIKAWA

Oikawa Tooru has a guilty conscience and a bad habit of breaking his promises. 

For every promise made and every promise broken, Tooru repents: 200 yen slid in a saisen-bako, a ninety degree bow, two wishes at a shrine. An offering to counter every promise he breaks, ample water to wash away his sins, and apologies written on wood.

 ( Iwaizumi has made the grand suggestion of: Maybe not breaking your promises? on several occasions, but Tooru can’t help it. ) 

He’s broken four promises and made eight wishes so far: four on blue Tanzaku and four atop Ema boards, followed with a prayer and an offering if the promise broken was particularly heinous or particularly his fault. 

He breaks his first promise at six years old– one made with you and Iwaizumi when the three of you were four and freshly neighbors. It was Tooru’s birthday, and he had promised this: 

I swear that I will take us all to the Ryokan before I turn six.

It’s a small promise: one that neither you nor Hajime had expected him to follow through with. But Tooru believed it, and Tooru had tried. He takes every single chore and odd job in the Oikawa household, scraping together a two-year-old Ryokan trust fund with mismatched coins and crumpled bills. He saves his allowances and puts everything in a glass jar next to his bed, and dreams.

Two Julys pass. Oikawa blows out four candles and then five, the jar gets bigger, you start Elementary school, and you and Hajime forget about the Ryokan. And then, on the third July, when Tooru turns six, you and Iwaizumi find Tooru mumbling about a broken promise— courtesy of his failure to take the three of you on an all inclusive trip to that Snow Monkey Ryokan that Iwaizumi wanted to go to. 

So he apologizes through prayers at a shrine and two wishes under a red Torii gate. It’s a thirty five stair climb to the neighborhood shrine: Hajime and Tooru race up and you come last, but the view is gorgeous and Tooru feels considerably less guilty.

It is 100 yen for each wish on a colored paper strip. Hajime says they’re called Tanzaku. Hajime drops one coin, Tooru drops four, you drop two. Seven thunks, four wishes. 

Tooru gets the honor of tying your tanzaku on bamboo branches as the tallest of your trio, and with it, the honor of reading your wishes.

Iwaizumi’s wish is messy and scrawled on bright red— Tooru tells him to Please work on your handwriting, but it’s legible and all well wishes for volleyball and you and Oikawa and cicadas.

Tooru’s got two wishes— a cyan one and a turquoise one, but he only lets you and Hajime read the cyan one. His cyan one is a little neater than Iwaizumi’s and reads:

Sorry I couldn’t take us to the Monkey Ryokan. 

He hangs the red one on his tippy-toes. Cyan next. Hajime cheers a little when Tooru hangs turquoise next to your pink one, and then asks: 

“Whaddya need two wishes for anyways?” 

He shrugs. 

“Guilty conscience, maybe?”

You’re thirteen when Tooru promises that he is going to ask you out in two years. Tooru is not allowed to date until he’s in high school, so he tells you under a blanket of stars that when the two of you are a little older, he will ask you out properly and maybe take you on a date. 

He walks you to school every morning. Hajime comes too, but the pink skies before the sun rises are for you and Tooru. Moments before you make it to Iwaizumi’s block are moments that Tooru gives you his scarf, and then his gloves, and when the wind bites at your cheeks too hard his jacket is draped over your shoulders. On rainy days, Tooru holds the umbrella and laughs as your fingers brush and your cheeks flush. Some mornings he brings you toast: and tells you in hushed whispers to eat it before Iwa-Chan sees. 

Oikawa and Iwaizumi walk you home after cram school and volleyball practice. Hajime’s house is first— so Iwaizumi bows first, heads back inside first, waves goodnight first. When the door closes and the light turns on, the black sky and twinkling stars are for you and Tooru. He always says Good Night saccharine sweet with a smile like the sun that makes you feel like you really can’t wait to turn fifteen. 

Oikawa blows out fourteen candles. The three of you graduate in blue and walk home like usual. Summer passes, another July goes by, Oikawa blows out fifteen candles, and high school starts.

You learn several things in your first year at high school: you really like the student council, Hajime is actually pretty smart, and Tooru is afraid of commitment. 

Tooru is popular: he is athletic and tall and the Volleyball Club’s golden first year. He smiles at the girls in his class, he slings arms around their shoulders, he winks when he passes by the student council room, and he preens a little and shines a lot.

Oikawa is fifteen when he goes on his first date with a girl from another school: and when he tells you and Iwaizumi after he gets home, he plays dumb as Hajime gives him a look and takes you home, overhearing Iwaizumi’s apologies and your crestfallen voice as you say something about a promise.

Oikawa’s chest hurts that night so he walks to the shrine with 200 yen in his pocket and a sorry scrawled on two pieces of colored Tanzaku. 

Oikawa turns sixteen and goes to the shrine again. 

This time, it’s a broken promise with a girl in his class. She was popular– she smelled like cotton candy and reminded Tooru of strawberries and daisies, so when she asked Tooru out, he had said Sure, and he had smiled like she was the sun. 

But he’s a bad boyfriend– a terrible boyfriend– because he’s only there when it’s convenient and he ditches her for volleyball practice and maybe sometimes he catches himself thinking about a certain childhood friend when she holds his hand and buys him milk bread at lunch. 

She was sweet and she was terribly pretty, but he doesn’t feel anything when she kisses him or when she rests her head on his shoulder.

Iwaizumi asks him what he’s running from after practice one day. Tooru knows Iwaizumi is asking why he is running from you. 

Tooru is a little scared of how you make him feel too much. Oikawa likes being in control and Oikawa likes stability, so when he realizes that his heart thumps erratically whenever you’re around and he finds himself all consumed with thoughts of you and a burning desire to please you; he rejects and refrains. And runs.

His girlfriend dumps him after a few months. Tooru says sorry, removes her phone contact, and faintly remembers a promise he made with her four weeks ago. 

I swear I’m not in love with someone else. 

from: tooru (23:20) shrine time!!! ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶

from: hajime (23:21) You broke another promise?? Ur a piece of shit lol

from: tooru (23:22) iwaaa chan U￣ｰ￣U  ur so mean !

from: you (23:24) bro . don’t tell me it was about ur ex ur a manwhore !!!!

from: hajime (23:25) Average Shittykawa moment

from: tooru (23:25) i can’t help it !! (✿ ♥‿♥)  everyone wants a piece of me !!! ill pick u guys up and we’ll go to the shrine and ramen after plsss ☆

from: hajime (23:26) Ur treat?

from: tooru (23:27) iwa-chan’s treat !! i’m going through a nasty breakup, remember ? \_( ◉ 3 ◉ )_/¯

from: you (23:29) hajime we know his address we can burn his room down

from: tooru (23:30) OK FINE my treat! it’s on me!!! everyone say thank you tooru !!!

from: hajime (23:31) thank you tooooruuu chan (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

tooru and y/n reacted with: Scared !

from: tooru (23:32) um please don’t do that ever again

Oikawa’s fourth promise is one to himself and one to Seijoh. 

We will make it to Nationals. 

He doesn’t leave his room for a week when he breaks it. He’s inconsolable. He says he’s sick: he’s got a bad fever, it’s contagious, he’s bedridden, he’s fine. But the lights are never on in his room, his curtains are always drawn, and you know that Tooru devoted everything for a chance and a dream and a volleyball. 

He comes to you first. He’s standing in your doorway and there are bags under his eyes and he says, Hi, and then, I’m fine. He tries for a smile— and then you give him a look, and suddenly he’s in your arms and sobbing. 

He cries for two hours. Tooru ugly cries– his chest racks when he sobs and his arms are tight around you and digging into your back. Oikawa Tooru is not weak: but he is not a prodigy and he is not a genius and maybe he was destined to fall to those born talented. 

He falls asleep in your bed with his head in your lap and your hands in his hair, but his eyebrows are furrowed and he’s shifting a lot and he’s probably having a nightmare. You call Hajime before gently shaking Tooru awake. 

He blinks up at you— all puffy eyes and tousled hair and swollen cheeks, but he sees you and he softens.

“Wanna go to the shrine?”

Iwaizumi still grumbles the whole way up the thirty five steps, but he’s quiet as Oikawa slips two coins into the saizen-bako. Hajime wraps an arm around your shoulder as the coins rattle in the box and you know he’s upset too— his hands are slightly shaking and he keeps sniffing. Nationals might have been Oikawa’s dream but Iwaizumi was also a dreamer, and sure, Oikawa was going to go, but they were going to go together.

Tooru hangs two Ema boards and for the first time, he bows at the Honden. Two claps. Head down and hands together as he prays. Iwaizumi joins him: and you watch as Oikawa apologizes to him and Hajime shakes his head- because it was Hajime’s promise too. 

Oikawa is twenty-eight and on a plane when he finally keeps his first promise. 

It’s a small promise: but a promise nonetheless, one that he made before he left for Argentina. He tells you he loves you at the airport but he has his boarding pass in one hand and his passport in the other. And you tell him you love him too, but also that he’s being unfair, and no you won’t go out with him. And Oikawa knew you would say that, but he still finds himself making a promise– a promise you laugh at because Oikawa Tooru never keeps his promises.

If we’re still single in ten years, I’m going to find you, and I’m going to ask you out. 

You cry, and Tooru wraps his arms around you and cries too— and then Iwaizumi’s there, and Iwaizumi’s crying, and you don’t know which part of you is Oikawa or Iwaizumi. Oikawa leaves for Argentina with a heavy heart but a hunger for the future. 

In the ten years that pass he plays a lot of volleyball. He tans a lot. He learns some Spanish. He tries beach volleyball. And then, he buys a plane ticket on his birthday. 

from: y/n (21:12) happy birthday tooru !! me n hajime r having an honorary drink for u. hope ur having fun in argentina!!! hajime and i say te amo !!!!

from: tooru (21:15) i’d like a hot sake plssss thank u!!! ( ˙▿˙ )

from: y/n (21:15) LMFAO. no. me and haji r drinking ASAHI DRRRRRRYYYYYYYY for u bro also hajime got BUFF wat the hell hope ur tanning good in argentina 

from: tooru (21:16) well tell BUFF iwa chan that ill be there in 5 and i want a HOT SAKE and also YES i tanned good SO EYES OFF IWAIZUMI

from: y/n (21:17) ? what? ur funny lol … TOORU?

Tooru is twenty eight and might retire soon. Thirty five stairs is too many to climb and keeping promises is far more fun than breaking them. So he taps your shoulder, hands Iwaizumi your bouquet, and takes your cheeks in his palms to tilt your chin over. 

“Hi!” He says. 

 Tooru bends down to kiss you. 

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:: as much as he says it's a strength, tooru's empathy will be the death of him.

!! purely a crack fic haha. it is so stupid i apologize. happy birthday tooru!

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Oikawa Tooru had always had a gift for attracting trouble, and his ability to do so has never lost its novelty to you.

Because here he is, getting ambushed by a flock of seagulls because he had thought to make you laugh. 

The day was going so, so, suspiciously well. 

It was only a few moments ago that you were both laid out on the identical beach chairs Tooru had put together. You, taking sips of your iced coffee, book in hand, and Tooru, silently busying himself with the bag of fast food he had begged you for. 

You were doing exactly what you came to the beach to do. Unwinding and distracting yourselves from your responsibilities back at home. And as you thought, it was going so well.

But all good things can’t last forever. 

At first it’s his fake sigh, then the drop in his voice when he announces that, to no one in particular, “They look hungry too.”

Following Tooru’s eyes to the pair of seagulls not far from where you sat, you finally put the pieces together. Because you don’t miss the all too familiar glint of mischief in his eyes, despite the sad tone he has on his voice. 

“Don’t you dare, Tooru.” You warn.

“What?” He’s smiling now, eyes still on the birds, “I’m just saying, they look hungry! I really can’t help that I care about the wildlife.”

Always feigning his innocence. You, however, saw right through it. 

“Tooru. I know you. I know what- where are you going?”

He’s now choosing to ignore you. He stands, fries in hand, and advances carefully towards the seagulls. 

This isn’t going to end well.

He starts with one, experimental fry, tossing it to the birds from where he stood, only a few feet away. Successful, they take the bait, scrambling to see who can reach it first. 

More fries fall onto the sand and more seagulls fly over to feast on tooru’s offerings.

You are about to turn and go back to minding your business, until you hear a shout coming from his direction. Oh god. 

“I need more! Pass me more fries!” You turn to the empty takeout bag, crumpled and abandoned on his beach chair. Fuck. 

“We don’t have more fries!” You yell to him, who is now backing away as the seagulls close in on him.

“FUCK FUCK FUCK!” 

He’s running now, flock of birds not far behind him, and you realize that you’ve gotten the attention of the beachgoers around you. Sunbathers raise their shades above their eyes to identify the commotion that had awaken them while parents rush to cover their children’s ears with their sandy hands, shielding them from the expletives coming from Tooru’s mouth. 

You sink down lower in your seat and pretend you don’t know him. 

The car ride home is silent, save for the your collaborative playlist that was blasting through the speakers, and save for your periodic giggles whenever you glance sideways at the driver’s seat.

Tooru keeps his eyes on the road as he drives the way back home, his face grave. He has his shirt back on, but the sight of the seagull pecks littering his chest and back underneath is already engraved in your mind. 

And as expected, Tooru is unable to escape the verbal torment from Iwaizumi the next day when he saw the still tender marks on his body.

It’s safe to say that he’ll never live this moment down.

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risk - bokuto koutarou

:: bokuto knows you as well as he knows himself. all he asks is that you trust him.

!! female reader, fear ig??, jumping off a bridge into water, nothing bad happens, heights, cursing

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you were completely and utterly convinced that bokuto koutarou had lost his mind when he first proposed the idea to you. 

his earlier pleads of just once and you won’t regret it now echo in your mind, fragments of a distant memory.

because here you are, up on the wooden railing of some bridge on the side of the freeway while cars and people pass by behind you, blissfully unaware of the war currently taking place inside your mind. 

he had helped you up and is still holding your hand as you remain unmoving; eyes locked on the cloudy sky above and condemning yourself for every one of your decisions leading up to this moment. 

on both sides of you are groups of friends and other couples, taking their own turns diving, doing flips, and, for the unfortunate ones, bellyflopping down the nearly 20 foot fall into the waves below you.

but directly to your right is bokuto. 

and despite the death grip you have on his hand, his hold on yours is firm and steadying. you’re okay. you’re safe with me, he seemed to wordlessly say.

“tell me what’s going through your mind, gorgeous. if you really don’t want to then i’ll help you down. but ’m right here with you when you decide.” he smiles, genuine.

first it’s his calloused hand giving yours a reassuring squeeze. then, it’s the encouraging glint in his eyes. anchors to the chaotic whirlwind that was your mind. 

you do trust bokuto. and you do believe that you’re safe with him.

so your hand disconnects from his the same time your feet lift off the wooden ledge. 

at first you feel the wind. everywhere. that, and the kaleidoscope of butterflies beating in your stomach.

the two second fall feels like an eternity. 

it’s a shock when you finally reach the ocean. the water is cold and salty and it invades all of your senses. it was also quiet. serene.

immediately disturbing your peace is the sudden surge of bubbles and recognizable flash of light colored hair among the water’s dark ripples. 

you gasp for air when your face breaks the water’s surface. and, true to his word, you see bokuto paddling towards you; the huge smile he wore adorning his features.  

“atta girl! i knew you could do it!” his pride in you is unmistakable. you know how he can never hide his excitement. 

“that was fucking amazing, kou!” you’re now wearing matching grins. it's hard not to return his smile when he looks at you like that.

you had always wondered how to respond when asked the overdone hypothetical of if your friends jumped off of a bridge, would you? 

now, you swim back to shore alongside bokuto and you know that the answer will always be yes. as long as he was by your side.

“let’s go again.”

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@kitasuno YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS!!!!!

late night takeout (street racing au)

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you lead, i'll follow - akaashi keiji

:: you thought you were used to akaashi's surprises for you, but this one's the best.

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akaashi keiji loves to tell you that he knows a spot.

and it is exactly those all too familiar words that come out of his mouth once he notices you becoming bored of watching the waves repeatedly ripple over your bare feet.

“c’mon, i know a spot.” 

the sun glows red above the horizon as the stretch of ocean ahead reflects back the changing pink and lavender hues of the sky. the loud tide overpowers any surrounding noise, allowing only murmurs of faraway conversations and the soft tunes of a distant speaker to be heard.

but akaashi’s words reached your ears loud and clear. 

you’re well aware of the fact that you’d follow wherever keiji led, as you've done many times before. so it comes as no surprise when you step back from the shore, with him helping you slide your sandals back on before turning your backs to the water and heading up the beach. 

it’s only a short drive up before keiji pulls over and parks alongside the quiet freeway.

the sand is long gone from your feet and keiji’s hand grips yours as he guides you up the wooden steps. a brick walkway with shops lined on either side of it sat at the top. 

the stars slowly uncover themselves from their day of hiding. the sky is now a cool shade of indigo and dim streetlights lit up the empty footpath ahead, illuminating the way the small business owners flip the signs on their doors from reading open to closed. 

keiji still has your hand encompassed in his as he continues along the path, paying no mind to its residents going about their evening. 

eventually you reach a clearing and your view of the sky expands. akaashi looks at you, waiting hopefully for your approval. his expression uncertain.

and the sight is absolutely gorgeous. you’re on a grassy cliffside, the beach now well below where you stand, and the rotating beam of a lighthouse shines on you momentarily before sweeping away again, soon to return.

“oh my god, keiji. it’s beautiful,”

"yeah. it is." you're still looking at the sky, so you don't notice how akaashi's eyes don't move from your face as he agrees.

“this used to just be my spot. but i want it to be ours, if you’re okay with that?” his tone is unsure, though he has no reason to be. 

“yeah?" you tear your eyes away from the view to find him already looking at you.

"yeah. it's ours."

you have the cliff summit all to yourselves when he pulls you closer into him, sharing his body heat as the evening air becomes cool. you stay there, watching the scenery until nightfall finally takes over, completely enveloping the sky. 

“so, same time next week?”

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beach dates with the haikyu men

:: it’s beach day!! which haikyu man is taking you out and what does he have planned for you?

surprise!! this was meant to just be headcannons but i got carried away and they became drabbles so here’s a masterlist for this miniseries of sorts. scenarios may or may not be based on my real life experiences..

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watching the sunset with akaashi keiji

bridge jumping with bokuto koutarou

feeding birds with oikawa tooru

hotboxing with miya osamu coming soon

stargazing with suna rintaro coming soon

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hii !! could i b added to the taglist on how you get the girl ? ty ! 😁

yes!! you are added!

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GUESS WHO IS FINALLY HOME FROM HER TRIP!!!!

I was losing it.. small remote beach town island.. no signal just coffee shop wifi and vibes…

Had me writing fanfiction in my notes app all weekend as i was going through my tumblr withdrawals # tonight # mark ur calendars

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New layout??????? I thought I was on the wrong profile PLEASEEE 😭😭😭 Anywayssss ITS EVERYTHING OMGOMGOMGOMG IM GOING TO PASS OUT, I LOVE THE COLOUR CODE *passes out* The Oikawa pictures and layout have just blessed me 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

LOLLL ANON i change my layout once and suddenly i am mistaken for someone else... fortunately you are stuck with me!

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BEC UR NEW LAYOUT IS SO SEXY … WAUW…. fratboy kawa pfp.. the colors… the navi… IM IN LOVE… can’t wait for the next bectoshi fic….

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Lemme lock in and finish a wip just bc u said so. 🐺🐺 gotta provide for my pack awooo!

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with you, i'm first | miya osamu x reader

in which miya osamu is used to coming second to his brother. but with you, he's always first.

wc: 1113 | gn!reader | fluff

Miya Osamu is used to coming second. 

It starts with Atsumu, like most things do. October fifth is cold and gray and windy, and Atsumu comes first, a small body with a large presence that fills the warm hospital room. His cries are loud and he’s a little underweight, but with him comes the sun. 

Atsumu is born under a partly cloudy sky but the nurses swear he was shrouded in sunlight. 

Osamu comes twelve minutes later. His parents are crying and his Ma is close to passing out. If he thinks really hard he can almost feel her warmth, Atsumu’s sobs, and a mumble of prayers that October has safely brought Atsumu and then Osamu.

He asks Grandma one day what the weather was like when he was born. She says, with confidence, it was foggy.

Atsumu doesn’t get along with his classmates. He is too loud and too rash and lacks social cues, and Osamu is angry because Stupid ‘Tsumu cares too little: and he wants everyone to know Atsumu like he knows Atsumu.

They fight and they yell and they argue until Atsumu says, 

‘Samu, I don’t care about ‘em. Why do ya care so much? 

And Osamu throws him across the room. The argument ends there, he says sorry, and Osamu lies awake that night thinking about his brother. Atsumu is hotheaded. And an idiot. A loud snorer, too. But he turns on his side and curls into a ball because he knows it was sunny when Atsumu was born and all of a sudden he really wants to be his brother. 

Atsumu dyes his hair first: it’s a shitty box dye from the pharmacy down the street, and it looks terrible. It’s a little yellow and a little neon, and Osamu laughs until his sides hurt when Atsumu shows him. 

But Atsumu is proud, and he is confident, and he goes to school with a hundred watt smile and a group of girls trailing after him. 

Osamu goes to the pharmacy that night and buys a box of gray, cloudy dye. Atsumu helps him bleach his hair under their bathroom sink with the faulty tap and tells him he looks like the moon.

His Ma says that Atsu is hot and Samu is cold after the two have a particularly bad fight. Atsumu is gleeful and smug as he gloats that he was born to be hotter and warmer and better, and Osamu punches him. 

He remembers his Ma sitting on the porch, an arm around his shoulders as he pouts. 

“‘S not fair,” Osamu had said, his chin in his palm. “Why’d ya name Tsumu that?” 

His Ma had laughed, quietly, leaning her weight into his side. And she had held his cheeks between her palms and told him with a fire in her eyes that Osamu means To Rule. 

He meets you for the first time in February. 

You were standing in front of him, a little sheepish, with a box of chocolates in your extended palms. He remembers feeling something heavy in his chest. Because, yeah, Atsumu was definitely going to accept your confession. 

You had said, IReallyLikeYou, and Here’sSomeChocolates, and Please Accept Them. 

You were shorter than him, and your hair was done nicely, and you were blushing and nervous. And you were really fucking cute. But Osamu is used to coming second, so the only thing that comes out of his mouth is, Why? And then, Tsumu’s in tha next classroom ov’r. 

He doesn’t remember what happened next, only Atsumu’s laugh and the slap echoing through the halls. You leave with his cheeks stinging and hot. And Atsumu had teased him the next day, behind his mountain of chocolates and confessions, because Osamu’s face was still red twelve hours later. 

He sees you a lot the year after. 

You’re in the same class as him and ‘Tsumu, and you smile every time you see him. You sit two rows in front of him and you’re not very good at tying your uniform. Every lunch, Osamu watches you pull out the same gray bento with a wrapped onigiri on the side. He tells you one day that he really likes onigiri. And then, Osamu watches as every lunch, you pull out the same gray bento with two wrapped onigiris on the side. 

With you, it’s always Hi Osamu, first, and then, Hullo Atsumu. With you, it’s an onigiri dropped on his desk when the lunch bell rings. With you, Osamu thinks back to a conversation with his Ma on a porch. 

Osamu means To Rule.

The menu is this: Tuna mayo on Mondays and Thursdays, Ume on Tuesdays and Wednesdays. Friday is plain. You don’t ever bring onigiri for his brother. 

He asks you, on a hot night in June, what your favorite type of weather is. You had your knees tucked to your chest, a sparkler in hand, and then told him cloudy. Cold. Foggy. Winter. Snow is nice, too. You say it all with no hesitation. 

Osamu kisses you for the first time that night. 

It’s New Years and you’re cooking Ozoni on the stove. The curtains are open, it’s snowing outside, and Osamu wakes to the smell of miso and the sound of carrots on a chopping board. He gets out of bed, padding to the kitchen with half-lidded eyes and a stifled yawn, and then he thinks his heart stops when he sees you. 

Because what Miya Osamu is not used to is this: coming first and having something unequivocally his. 

But you’re bent over the counter, fiddling with the oven as you read the instructions on the back of the packaged Yakimochi you bought the other day. And you’re wearing his shirt, it falls right below your thighs, your hair is still messy from using his chest as a pillow, and you look beautiful. 

“Mornin’ ‘Samu, come help me with this.” You say, looking back at him with a smile, pointing to the fresh pot of rice on the counter. “You’re in charge of onigiri.”

He hugs you instead, his arms around your stomach with your back to him. 

“But I like yer onigiri,” He says, his chin on your head. His eyes are watering and it must be from the steam of your boiling dashi. 

“‘Samu,” You complain, giggling as he presses kisses into the crown of your head. “I made enough for ya in high school.” 

It’s cold outside and snowing, and Osamu knows he’s going to make the onigiri. 

He also knows that if his name means To Rule, he’s okay with coming second if it means you’re by his side.