#I FUCKING LOVE OIKAWA AND IWAIZUMI AND THEIR INTERACTIONS

[kiwanopie]

Top 10 anime men who will lay pipe expeditiously. Haikyuu Edition. *Reupload*

cw: piv, dirty talk, general adult themes. minors do not interact

Akaashi |Run Time: Within the first month| Not exactly a prude, just believes that being more intuned with your partner is necessary to satisfying sex. Plus he likes the build up between general interest and sexual tension. If we’re being honest, he’s probably been thinking of putting his hands all over you since the second date. But he’s courteous enough to let you know that he actually wants to get to know you first. Likes to call you after work during the talking stage just to ask you about your day. Invites you over on his off days to make sure you’re comfortable around him. But again, he’s been holding himself back for a while. And he’s not too coy for a little phone sex in the meantime. - But, boy does he completely lose it when you crawl into his lap during one of your hangout sessions. Your friends still don’t believe you when you introduce them to the guy that “fucked you within an inch of your life” before you officially started dating.

Iwaizumi |Run Time: Within the first few weeks| He likes to believe that the reason he doesn’t rush it is because he’s “old fashioned” and that he’s mature enough to understand that “it takes time for these kinds of things.” Whole time he’s just busy. Trust me, deep down he knows if he had it his way he’d have you folded over three ways to Sunday after the third date. But he has the physical health of like twelve overgrown toddlers to manage and the team moves around pretty often. So, it’s just quick coffee dates and video calls for a while. But trust me, the moment he has time on his hands you’re done for. I suggest clearing your schedule before you meet up! You’re gonna need some time to recover.

Oikawa |Run Time: Within two weeks| First week down though and you can see it physically hurts him that he’s not fucking you as soon as he wants to. Only reason he’s holding out though is because he actually likes you, so he doesn’t want you to think that’s the only thing he’s seeking out. - But you know that meme of that guy who looks like he’s this 🤏 close to having a stroke with all those veins on his face? Yeah. Soon as he knows you’re on the same page though he’s slutting himself out to you like his life depends on it. And he talks the nastiest shit. Will tell you everything he’s been wanting to do to you and then show you in frankly exemplary detail.

Hinata |Run Time: Within a week| To his credit, he’s the most unafraid to let you know how smitten he is with you from the jump. Gave you your phone back after putting his number in with his info under “Shoyo 💕❤️” and told you to call him if you’re looking for someone to treat you right. Literally told you the night you actually hooked up that you were only doing missionary to start off, and when you asked why he replied that you were “Too pretty to fuck in anything but,” With all the sweet talk he uses in the week leading up, you’re not wrong for being completely out of your depth when he fucks you like he hates your guts. But don’t worry, the love’s still there! You’re even prettier when he’s fucked the brains outta you <3

Kuroo |Run Time: Within the first couple of dates| Class traitor often forgets the line between courting a significant other and a sugar baby. Thought the best way to charm your pants off was to buy out the restaurant you’d have your first date at and surprise you with a birkin bag. Isn’t ashamed to let you know he gets off on watching you spend his money and when he’s booking a pent-suite for your third date it takes a very necessary pause during dinner to establish that 1.) Yes, he wants to be your boyfriend. No, he didn’t know that this wasn't the right way to do it. And 2.) He’s only been spending this much money because it’s the only thing stopping him from cumming in his pants the moment he gets within a foot of you. Weird guy. Rearranges your guts like no one’s business.

Bokuto |Run Time: The date after the first| He tries…so hard to hold out, he really does! It’s just god you’re so fucking sexy. Everything you do has his brain short circuiting and he’s starting to want you so bad that it’s making him itch. Your thighs are so squishy and your lips look so plump. Everything about you looks soft to the touch and since meeting you he hasn’t been able to blow a decent load without imagining it’s you squeezing him so tight. Really, the only reason he made it this far is ‘cause first date jitters are a bitch and at the very least he has the decency to let you know he likes you first. - But then you show up in this cute little dress that keeps riding up your thighs when you walk, and the way you pout as you try to pull it down has his head feeling all fuzzy. He tries to stay cordial as he opens the door for you to slide into his car, but the way you smile up at him as he closes it behind you has his resolve breaking into pieces. Lucky for him you’re perceptive enough to notice the literal dick print in his pants the moment he climbs in; and he lights up like a Christmas tree when you suggest a quickie before dinner. Spoiler alert: It won’t be a quickie. Get your refund back on that reservation, sis.

Atsumu |Run Time: The first date| You can’t blame the guy for being shamelessly attracted to you, can you? Who cares about old fashioned courting! It ain’t worth the money if you ain’t walking funny? - All jokes aside though, he’s a firm believer in if two consenting adults like each other enough, they should be able to fuck whenever and however they want. Doesn’t find you any less respectable for letting him put your legs behind your ears on the first date. Although that was after he’d already bent you over in his car, folded you over his kitchen counter, and had you leaving drool stains on his hallway area rug. Eh, you’ll plan your next date in the shower - little hard to talk though with your face pressed against the glass.

Matsukawa |Run Time: Scheduled a time and place for you to link before hand| Hey, if you wanna turn this thing into a relationship then he’s up for that too. But he’s not gonna stress himself trying to hold back from fucking your pretty little brains out. Soon as he gets the O.K. he’s picking a time and place and hightailing it over with no stops in between. And he’s not bullshiting when he says he’s gonna fuck you stupid. The guy digs you out like he’s trying to ruin you for anybody else. But it’s not entirely his fault! He gets sick of carrying that meat missle around too 😔

Hanamaki |Run Time: Straight up just asked if you’d let him| Hedonist to the max. And no shame either. The moment he gets the feeling that you might be sexually interested in him, he’s diving in with no goggles. I mean, obviously he cares about your interests and your pursuits in life; might even think you’re nice enough to take home to mom’s one day. But that’s not what his mind’s set on right now. Only thing in his head is if he should start with collapsed doggy or drill you in from the side just to get you drooling for him that much quicker. But hey, dick was so good you forgot he don’t got a job!

Honorable Mentions!

Sakusa (Surprisingly)| Comes off as a prude because he apparently has “High standards.” Can’t admit that if he finds you attractive enough, he’ll just straight up fuck you. |

Terushima |Likes to “Do you like my tongue ring?” Himself into some pussy.|

Sugawara | Plays the part of a good loving school teacher just looking for a companionship. Gives it up as soon as he sees you’re into him.|

Osamu | “m’not a scrub like my brother.” No, baby, you’re a whore.|

And finally number one…

Suna! |Run Time: Text him at 3:00am and he’ll be there by 3:05am| Standing at 6’3.2 and 176lbs, you have caught the affection of a man who truly believes that “a hole is a hole” once he’s found himself physically attracted to someone. That’s not to say that he’s particularly loose with what he’s got but if you’ll take it? Once hiked to your place in the middle of January with basketball shorts on ‘cause you sent him a “U up?” Text in the middle of the night. Woke up the next morning with a fever but god was that pussy worth it. Fucks like he’s trying to prove something so you’re in remission for the next couple of days afterwards. And then will have the nerve to wanna be the little spoon after the fact. - Tries not to look as elated as he is when you finally tie him down but with the way he turns your insides into mush the night following, you can tell he’s pretty excited to finally call himself your boyfriend.

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[a-kaash-me-outside]

the walls are thin - epilogue

in which atsumu is your college neighbor with whom you share a wall. previous | epilogue [masterlist]

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a look into this chapter: 18+ minors dni omg even more smut, lots of fluff!, established relationships, seriously just a lot of fluff, we get to see all our favs, gatherings, party vibes, threesome, oral m!receive, throat fucking, oral f!receive, slight objectification but its hot?, afab she/her pronouns

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ever since you woke up 3 hours ago, you’ve been an anxious mess. productive, sure, but still uneasy. even now, you’re tidying, moving about the kitchen, wiping down the counters, putting away dishes, moving with purpose, quick, short movements from task to task. 

“can ya stop pacing? it’s making me nervous,” atsumu calls from the living room, clicking his tongue and shaking his head as he emerges in the archway.

“how are you not more nervous already?” you ask, not stopping a single bit, actually pacing more now. before it was a way of getting around between chores, now you’re heel to toe, heel to toe, heel to heel toe until you reach the edge of the invisible barrier between your kitchen and dining room and then you turn 180° and repeat the process again.

it’s much roomier here than the kitchen in your apartment. the distance between your 180s is much longer than you had the luxury of before. you’re grateful for that, more time to overthink before spinning around. 

you’re grateful for a lot of things in this kitchen compared to the last. the countertops are much nicer, shinier, easier to clean. the cupboards are roomier, don’t slam as loudly. the sink is big, spacious, with a spraying feature that actually gets the food off of the dishes. the stove has gas burners and there are two ovens instead of one really shitty one (though, those were a part of the non negotiable luxuries list you and atsumu came up with months ago). the fridge makes ice without having to fill the trays and the freezer has built-in shelves. 

you’re grateful for the little things scattered around the kitchen too, the things that make it feel like home. the electric kettle is a matte sage and it matches your tea green dishware. the two cacti on the window sill, the hanging flowers to the right of the sink. photos of you and atsumu and friends, stupid lovey notes, oikawa and iwaizumi’s save the date, all attached to the fridge with tasteful souvenir magnets. the notepad on the freezer door where you and atsumu write your meal plan for the week. a dry erase calendar sprinkled with events in both yours and atsumu’s handwriting. 

“hey, c’mon,” he says, walking over to you, reaching out his hand and wrapping it around your wrist gently to stop your repetitive motions. “makin’ me dizzy too.” he lets your hand fall as you stop, walking a few more steps away from him, deeper into the kitchen.

you huff, leaning your lower back against the cool countertop, heels digging into the tile floor as you cross your arms over your chest. “seriously, tsumu, how are you not nervous?”

he leans against the adjacent counter, palms gripping the edge, “what exactly are you worried about?”

“i don’t know,” you mumble, head tilting forward slowly, base leaving your spine, chin coming into soft contact with your chest as you take a deep breath. 

you can’t see atsumu as he moves towards you, too busy looking down at your feet, but his voice is close to you as he speaks, “yea you do.” it’s soft, knowing, but patient. 

“i just…,” you trail off. atsumu waits a few moments, trying to let you articulate whatever you’re feeling and wherever your worries are stemming from, but you look up at him and you’re not making any attempts to explain, so he tries to fill it in. 

“everyone will get along, i promise. i know it’s been awhile, but that doesn’t mean that-,” he starts explaining.

you cut him off, shaking your head, “no it’s not that…”

“then what, baby?” he asks, nudging your legs apart, stepping in between them until the outsides of his thighs are pressed against the insides of yours. he grips onto the counter on either side of your hips.

you speak, small and somewhat under your breath, “we haven’t seen everyone in too long, i just really want everything to go well so i can enjoy the night.”

“come here,” he wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest, smoothing his hand over your hair as he presses a soft kiss onto the top. you let him move you, embrace you, wrapping your arms around his waist and finally taking a much needed deep breath. 

you’re already feeling so much better, but he keeps explaining, “we get to see friends, some that we haven’t seen in years, all in one place, under this roof, our roof,” he pulls you back gently, kissing your cheek and then your cheekbones, “we own this roof,” he says, kissing you again and you giggle, “and we get to just hang out and play stupid games and catch up with everyone.”

atsumu steps back from you, interlocking his fingers with yours and spinning you around until your back is pressed up against his chest, swaying with you. “and we will play terrible music and feel so weird when two obscure friends talk to each other and we don’t even have to worry about stupid downstairs neighbors,” he says, spinning you back so he can see your adorable face again, watch the worry melt right off of it as he often gets to do because he’s so good at the melting, “and everyone will give us gifts, some really cool and some really bad, and we get to just have a really great night with everyone all in exchange for hours of veggie prep and hundreds of dollars in sliced meats and days of setting up and coming days of cleaning up.”

well, fuck, you can’t even remember why you were so worried a second ago. 

“we still have so much work to do before everyone shows up at 6,” you note, no longer hurriedly anxious but still aware of how quickly time seems to pass when you’re being smothered in kisses by atsumu. your eyes flick to the clock above the stove that reads 10:15 am, but you don’t move an inch. even after all of this time, you’re still painfully aware of how difficult it is to unravel from a comforting atsumu.

bzz bzz. atsumu sits up, kisses your forehead quickly, and then walks back to the living room where his phone is buzzing. well, maybe it’s not so difficult for him. you almost yell out a pout, but realize that this sudden interruption should probably be welcomed, allowing you to actually focus on getting the house perfectly ready. 

“hey,” atsumu says into the phone, muffled by the distance of being two rooms over now. “yea.” … “great!” … “okay.” …. “alright.” …. “okay. see you then.” …. “love you too.”

you scan your list of things to do, open the fridge to truly take in the quantity of vegetables and amount of side prepping you have to do, put the last dishes from the dishwasher away, and make a tiny note to remind atsumu to grab the mini burners from the basement. “who was that?” you call out. 

“god, it’s a good thing we did all the shopping yesterday, or you’d be an even bigger mess today,” atsumu says, popping into the kitchen again, jumping up onto your freshly cleaned counter. 

you throw him a look, eyes narrowed and jaw open in faux shock. “i literally just cleaned that,” you say, gesturing to the counter he is now sitting on, “also, i probably would be a smaller mess if someone was a bit more helpful.” you can’t help your smile as he shrugs his shoulders, playing along. just as you spent the entire morning cleaning the kitchen, atsumu had spent the entire morning cleaning the living room. the two of you both knew this. 

you walk over to him. “can’t believe i’ve had to do everything today,” you shake your head at him, smile even wider as he leans forward and kisses it. “in return, i’d like you to go downstairs and find those stupid burners and also bring up the extra tables so i can set them.” 

even amidst the chaos, clock ticking down with your to-do list still impossibly full, atsumu has a way of pulling you into these small moments. he always has, your entire relationship. it doesn’t matter what you were worried about, how you were feeling, what you were doing, he always creates space for you and him to just enjoy each other. 

most of the time, just like this time, it comes in the form of teasing and poking fun. “y’know,” you tack on, leaning forward and kissing him back, “because you haven’t really done anything,” you explain.  

he wraps his arms around your waist, leans back pulling you with him, kissing the side of your face, “oh is that so?” 

you squirm to get out of his arms, but he holds tight, laughing now as he continues to press kiss after kiss after kiss wherever he can reach. “yes! it is so!!” you yell, laughter making it nearly unintelligible. 

“right, the living room cleaned itself?” he asks.

you can’t stop laughing as you quip back, “magic, maybe.” 

he lets you go completely now and shakes his head at you. “just like the table is going to magically find its way up here?” he asks, tilting his head. 

you place your hands on his knees. “nope. that’s all you,” you tease.

knock knock knock. the fear creeps up on you quickly, all rational thought leaving in an instant as you worry about how much time could have passed, wrong information you could’ve sent out, unexpected people that it could be. 

the crooked smile on atsumu’s face combats it instantly. “it’s a good thing i recruited back up then, huh?” atsumu says, nodding in the vague direction of your front door. your eyebrows knit together in confusion, but atsumu doesn’t say anything else, nods in the same direction again.

you make your way to the front door, tip toeing on perfectly cleaned hardwood floors and over brand new decorative rugs. just a week ago, this place was filled with boxes and disassembled furniture. now, in their places are the trinkets that filled them and the put together pieces.

the front door doesn’t even have a chance to open completely before you’re jumping into his arms, squeak of excitement leaving you, hanging off of his neck. whatever he was holding in his arms is set gently onto the ground so that he’s able to reciprocate the tightness of the hug. 

you pull back, eyes wide and smile even wider before wrapping your arms around him once more and hugging him even tighter. you’re so enveloped in his embrace that you don’t hear atsumu approach behind you, only notice that he’s there when he scoffs loudly.

“what was one of the first things i said when you learned that he existed?” atsumu jokingly scolds. you pull away from your hug, half turning to see atsumu’s smitten smile and teasing head shakes. “i said that you weren’t allowed to like my brother more than me.”

you take a step back from the doorway, allowing osamu to actually step into the house. osamu reaches down to pick up his bags, one neatly packaged reusable kitchen bag and a just as neatly packaged gift bag. “that is somethin’ he usually has to say,” osamu says, looking in your direction, “when people meet atsumu first, it sets the bar pretty low.”

atsumu reaches forward to hit the side of osamu’s head, but osamu ducks out of the way like he’s been anticipating it from the moment the thought popped into his head. “besides, most people can’t help it,” osamu loudly whispers to you, smirking, “i’m just the better twin.”

“never shoulda invited ya,” atsumu shakes his head.

“but i’m so much help,” osamu replies, leaving his shoes neatly to the right of the door. 

“yea, you’re just in time to go get stuff from the basement,” atsumu points out, nodding towards the basement door down the hallway.

“oh, absolutely not,” you step in front of atsumu’s nodding, blocking the view to the basement as if to prove a point. “samu’s gonna help me in the kitchen because duh and also so he can tell me all about the onigiri miya drama,” you explain to atsumu, shifting your weight forward onto the tips of your toes and smiling huge.

“god, i made a mistake inviting you over to help prep, didn’t i?” atsumu asks, but you’re already pulling osamu by the forearm into the kitchen, loudly excited to tell him every little detail about your new kitchen.

“you remember the old kitchen, right?” 

“yea, of course, was kinda shitty.”

“i know, i know, but look! look at this, samu, 2 ovens.”

“gas stove too?”

“yea! works much better with the pans you got tsumu and i last christmas.”

“oh! do ya wanna see the housewarming gift i got ya?”

“now?!”

“why not?”

“then, yea! duh!”

nope. definitely not a mistake.

atsumu peaks his head into the archway with every intention of telling you that he’s heading to the basement and asking you if you could think of anything else that was down there that he needed to bring up. instead, he gets to watch this scene unfold, doesn’t dare to interrupt as you tear the tissue paper out of the bag, throw it onto the floor that you were so worried about moments ago, dig your hand around inside to feel for the contents, and then pull out a wooden box. “no way,” you say under your breath, turning quickly to set it down on the counter with excessive care. “my own?”

“come on, yn, every time you and sumu were at my place when ya came to visit, ya wouldn’t stop talkin’ about it,” osamu says, beaming, watching you closely as you gently pop open the latch. 

“yea but then i went home and tsumu and i looked up how much it was and then we couldn’t stop randomly bringing up how much you spent on a fucking knife for 3 weeks straight,” you explain, shaking your head. you reach down into the box, running your fingers over the engraving on the side and it takes everything in you not to burst into tears as you read it. miya. 

“i heard ya had a lot of veggies to prep,” osamu says, shrugging, “you’ll get enough use out of it today alone, i bet.”

“this is insane, samu, fuck,” you say, turning towards him and hugging him for the third time today already. “thank you so much.”

“of course,” osamu says, hugging you back.

“not really a gift for tsumu, though, huh?” you ask.

“the gift for sumu was how happy it makes you,” he replies without missing a beat, as if he actually thought it all the way through when buying it, saw the price tag, and took into account how happy his brother would be if he bought it for you. you can’t stop smiling.

the food prep flies by, not just because of your incredible new knife, but also because of the company. it’s actually been hours by the time you get everything washed, chopped, prepped, and plated, but the entire time was spent catching up on months worth of onigiri miya drama and the trips that you and atsumu had recently taken.

the second that the door to the basement closes, you lean in close to osamu, “so how is it going with that girl who keeps coming in right before closing?” you don’t have to be as close as you are to osamu to notice how flustered he gets instantly. 

“i’m gonna switch jobs with sumu,” osamu threatens, shaking his head as he brings packages of vegetables to the sink.

you follow right along. “evading the question is just going to make it worse,” you explain.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” he replies, evidently evading the question.

“the last you told me, she was still coming in and you were still staying open just to make her food,” you say, turning off the faucet so that he pays attention to you. “is that still happening?” he doesn’t respond. “you have to at least give me that!”

he sighs, turning his attention to you. “the second that atsumu walks up those stairs, you don’t say another word about this,” he says, finger in your face.

“deal! deal deal deal!” you say, nodding along. “is it still happening?”

“and,” he adds, “you let me wash the veggies while we talk about this.” you reach over and turn the faucet on again, smiling. he continues, “yes, it’s still happening.”

“have you told her that you like her?” you ask, not contributing a single bit to the prep that osamu is doing.

“well, i’m not 12, so, no?” he replies.

you hit his shoulder, “you don’t have to be 12 to have a crush on someone, samu. but, seriously, do you get that vibe?”

“probably just hungry after work or something,” osamu mumbles.

“so nothing has happened since we last talked that would make it seem like maybe she’s into you?” you ask, squinting at him despite the fact that his attention is solely on washing the bunches of broccoli.

you hear the sound of ascending steps from the basement, the door knob jiggle open, and you know osamu does too as he quickly says, “i mean, maybe the one time we were chatting until 4 am.” the door squeaks open and osamu raises his eyebrows at you and shakes his head. you will get this information out of him later. 

it’s not long until it’s just a few short hours of everyone arriving. the decorating is mostly done, the food is prepped in the fridge, the tables are mostly set up. you entrust the rest of the prep to the miya twins- which might be a terrible idea, you’ll have to see once you come back downstairs- as you go upstairs to get yourself ready.

“i will keep an eye on him,” osamu says, flinging his arm around atsumu.

atsumu instantly pushes osamu’s arm off of him, shaking his head and reaching to smack the side of his head again. “it’s my house!” atsumu yells, missing once again and then instantly trying to hit him again. when osamu keeps moving out of the way, atsumu jumps at osamu, sending the two of them flying backwards and into one of the tables that needs to be finished setting up. the table bumps against the wall and even from your place on the stairs, you can see the ding in the freshly painted wall.

atsumu and osamu look at the wall and then up at you, waiting to see how you’ll react and how much they should start blaming each other. you just laugh, “the first of many, i suppose.” and then you make your way upstairs. 

/++/

5:39pm and you walk downstairs, breath held because you’re not exactly sure what the state of the house is going to be in, but whatever expectations that you had are surpassed. everything looks exactly how you want it to look.

atsumu and osamu are standing side by side looking down at the large, mostly empty table where, in an hour’s time, your closest friends will be gathered, enjoying food and each other’s company. “i still think we should just set up the broths and vegetables,” atsumu says. 

your torn between pulling out the camera or committing this adorable scene to memory, atsumu and osamu in the same exact pose, arms folded across their chests, posture mimicked, head tilted to the same degree. you opt for the camera. it’s more replicable that way, more provable. 

it’s over all too soon, osamu bumping his shoulder into atsumu’s and shaking his head. “i told ya already, stupid,” osamu jeers, “if people aren’t eatin’ for another hour, there’s no need to bring em out yet. ya don’t even have to do anything, just hafta take the plastic wrap off of em.”

“yeah, but when we’re-,” atsumu starts to argue.

“yer wrong, just be wrong, sumu,” osamu interrupts. 

atsumu moves to hit him again, but you speak up, “we can just bring it out when everyone arrives and settles.” the two of them turn to face you and atsumu can’t help the smitten face that quickly takes over, doesn’t even have the heart to argue with you right now. “seriously, everything looks great, guys, thank you.”

osamu sends back a quick, not a problem that you don’t have a chance to reply to, because atsumu meets you in two quick strides, kissing the side of your cheek. “you look a lot less stressed,” he says against your skin and then moves to pull away. osamu, the most perfect man in the world who can read any room and react with impeccable timing, tells the two of you that he’s going to finish cleaning up the prep mess in the kitchen.

you place both of your hands on either side of atsumu’s face, pulling him to kiss you. “you’re really good to me, y’know that?” you ask.

“ya look really good tonight, y’know that?” he asks back.

you shake your head at his evaded question. you know that he knows that. you kiss him again. “don’t you have to get ready? people are going to walk through that door any minute.”

“yes,” he says quickly, kisses you once more, and is then bounding up the stairs, “i’ll be 10 minutes tops!” he yells from your bedroom. 

/++/

atsumu is the third person that shows up to your party and that’s not including you and osamu. the first person that shows up is maki at 5:58pm because, sure, he could’ve waited for those 2 minutes and shown up right on time, but that would’ve been 2 minutes that he could’ve been spending with you. he earns a hug just as hard as osamu, harder even, longer, despite the fact that you saw maki just last week when he helped you move in. 

“you’re early, y’know that?” you ask when you pull away. maki steps inside of your house as if he’s been there a million times, leaves his shoes right next to osamu’s and nods. 

“2 whole minutes,” maki replies, shrugging, “issei’s on his way and i’m sure oikawa and iwa will be late,” he informs you and you nod along. sure, maki had helped you move in, but he hadn’t gotten to see your house put together like it is now. he takes the liberty of exploring the rooms of the ground floor and you follow him around as you ask him how his drive was. 

when you make it into the kitchen, excited to start rattling off everything about it that you love, osamu is in there casually on his phone. osamu and maki had met before, several times. it was inevitable, really, the most important person in your life other than atsumu and the most important person in his life other than you knowing one another. and you’re grateful for the fact that you don’t need to introduce or entertain the two of them as they instantly start a conversation because someone is already at the door and atsumu is nowhere to be seen.

the second person that shows up at your party is kita at 6:00pm on the dot. you know everyone that’s coming to the party, but you know kita the least and yet, the second that he starts talking, you feel like you’ve known him forever. you’ve only really met one other time, but kita steps inside and tells you how gorgeous the entryway to your house is and hands you a small gift and you understand very quickly why atsumu and osamu have raved about this person for years. 

atsumu makes his way downstairs, quickly and haphazardly and almost falling on his ass, at 6:14pm. he just barely beats out sakusa and hinata who show up together at 6:15pm. in fact, he’s there to greet them at the door with you. they’re the first people that you greet as a couple and it, along with the soft chatter in the kitchen from osamu, maki, and kita, is making the night feel very real. 

sakusa and hinata don’t need any introductions or hand-holding. even though they have never been in your house, they make themselves feel at home, walking in and leaving the two of you in the doorway as they explore. “this is crazy, right?” you ask atsumu, unable to focus on one conversation that’s happening and it’s filling you with a joy that is unmatched. 

he answers by pressing a kiss into your forehead and nodding down the hall where hinata is touching something that he maybe shouldn’t be and sakusa is scolding him, something about how he’s so glad bo isn’t here yet. you can’t help but laugh, taking a single step in their direction before the next person is knocking on the door. 

issei shows up at 6:16pm. he’s the first person to say the word, congratulations! to the two of you and it feels warm on your mind and in your chest. “maki’s already here, right? he said he was coming early to see you,” issei says, peering down your hallway.

“two minutes, issei,” you say, shaking your head, “he was two minutes early and it’s a good thing too, because i haven’t been able to spare anything other than those two minutes.”

“ah, there’s that college you,” issei jokes, pulling you in for a hug, “i knew it was in there somewhere, that interesting mixture of super stressed and in love with atsumu.” you narrow your eyes at him, but can’t get a comeback out as he continues, “where’s kawa and hajime, anyway?”

“come on,” you check your imaginary watch, “it’s still practically six o’clock.”

“true, but iwa did say that he was really going to try to get oikawa here on time,” issei notes as you shut the door behind him.

“and i’m saying that even really trying, there’s no way oikawa shows up before 7pm,” you shoot back and pull issei into the direction of the kitchen. you make quick eye contact with atsumu who gives you a warm smile and gestures towards the living room, making his way over there as soon as you return an affirming nod. 

“i know you’re right, but sometimes i just want to have faith in them, y’know,” issei says, the two of you entering the kitchen. maki immediately (and politely) leaves his current conversation to join you guys when he sees you. 

“who?” maki asks, quickly and very nosy.

“hajime trying to get oikawa here early,” you reply.

“oh, there’s no way that oikawa shows up before 7pm,” maki says matter-of-factly.

you grab onto his shoulder, nodding with your whole body because it’s really nice to have someone in your life who understands you as much as maki does. “that’s what i said!!!!”

the three of you catch up as much as three people who are in four different group chats and who talk to each other every day can catch up with one another. it is different, though. you hadn’t seen issei in months and maki hadn’t seen him in almost as long as you and you feel like you’re back in college in the best way possible and you really wish oikawa and iwaizumi were here.

you’re so immersed in your conversation that you actually don’t hear the door open. instead, you hear the voices traveling from the foyer, through the halls, and to the kitchen at 6:43pm.

“i don’t think you’re supposed to just walk in, rin,” you hear a familiar voice at the front door. 

“well, then, maybe they should lock their door, aran,” you hear a different familiar voice reply.

you excuse yourself, walking to go greet the two people at the door. atsumu beats you to it, practically running down the hallway and pulling aran and then suna into a half hug. “yo, careful, atsumu, geez,” suna pokes, but hugs him right back. “you’re gonna break whatever this gift is.”

“how do you not know what it is?” atsumu asks, grabbing the large bag from him.

“because rin just asked if we could get something together so he wouldn’t have to go shopping,” aran says before suna could offer any sort of bullshit excuse. suna doesn’t deny it then, only lets a knowing, lazy smile creep onto his face. 

“yea, guilty,” suna shrugs, “but to be fair, it was really expensive, whatever it is.”

aran nods, “it was really expensive.”

atsumu shakes his head, “you guys really didn’t hafta get us anything.”

“i mean, if it was just you, we wouldn’t have,” suna explains, looking passed atsumu and walking towards you. “thanks for havin’ us.”

you are pulled into two more hugs. you should have been keeping count of the amount of hugs you’re giving out tonight because the number is definitely getting up there and you’re not sure that it’s going to stop anytime soon.

“of course,” you reply, “thank you for whatever this really expensive gift is.”

“yea, whatever it is,” suna laughs.

you rest your hand on aran’s shoulder, “kita’s already here and osamu’s been here all day.”

“what? where was our all day invite?” suna asks.

“we’re literally here 45 minutes late, rin,” aran says, face unphased but voice questioning.

“yea, and you wouldn’t have helped,” atsumu tacks on.

“alright, yea,” suna says and the four of you walk into the kitchen. you note in your head that another thing you’re very grateful for about this kitchen is how much bigger it is than your last one, the open connection to the dining area granting the ability to fit everyone without having to worry about being too cramped. 

you note the different groups of people forming, the different conversations that are taking place. you’re still playing host right now, walking from group to group and adding a few words or giving a side hug or asking if anyone wants a drink.

“who else is coming?” aran asks when you interrupt his conversation with kita and sakusa.

“oh, my friends, oikawa and iwaizumi, and then bo, i think, right?” you answer and ask atsumu across the room.

“yup,” atsumu nods, returning his attention to the conversation that he’s having with issei and suna. 

“oikawa and iwaizumi are usually this late, but i’m not sure why bo is so late,” you say, thoughtful, but then shrug your shoulders. as if on cue, there is a knock at the door. “oh! that’s probably him.”

you rush over to the door and are very surprised to see oikawa and iwaizumi at 7:02pm. “i’m sorry that we’re late. i really tried this time,” iwaizumi says, looking at oikawa with a death stare rather than you with an apologetic one. you laugh, shaking your head. you hug them both, one arm around each of their necks as you squeeze them tight.

you hadn’t seen them even longer than you hadn’t seen issei, almost an entire year. sure, you kept in contact all the time, but you hadn’t physically been able to hug them and see them in far too long. they had just been much too busy with life and travel and wedding plans and life. “‘ts fine, but you’re staying later to make up for it,” you reply, still not letting go.

“oh, we’re staying in town for a few days, actually,” oikawa smiles, “surprise?”

“oh my god!” you say, indeed surprised. “that’s incredible!”

“yeah, atsumu helped us set the whole thing up the second we even made a mention in passing,” oikawa explains. 

“guess that’s why kawa thought it would be okay to be the last people here?” iwaizumi says, evidently still playfully bitter about the fact that oikawa made them late again.

“actually,” you say, “not the last people to get here. somehow.”

“dammit! no way?” iwaizumi says in disbelief. you’re about to question why that’s such a bad thing, but oikawa’s sweet smile contorts into mischief and told ya so. 

“ha! pay up! i told you, hajime,” oikawa says, poking his finger into the side of iwaizumi’s cheek.

“ridiculous,” iwaizumi shakes his head, “who else?”

“oh, just bokuto. i’m still really not sure why he’s so late. i thought you guys were him,” you reply, shaking your head. “i’ll send him a text-.”

“hajime,” oikawa says monotonously, cutting you off, “pay. up.”

“what? not here?” iwaizumi says, shaking his head, eyebrows furrowed like oikawa has just asked for something he should not have. knowing oikawa, he probably did exactly that.

“yes, here. pay up!” oikawa says, nodding back in the direction that they came from. you tilt your head curiously, wanting to ask questions, but just letting whatever is happening unfold.

“absolutely not,” iwaizumi refuses.

“no, because i said that-,” oikawa starts, finger in iwaizumi’s face once again.

“okay, okay, fine,” iwaizumi gives in. you’ve known the two of them long enough to know exactly what’s going through iwaizumi’s brain. there were times before that he didn’t give in to oikawa as quickly as this, but all three of you know that when oikawa starts droning on about whatever he said, it never ends in iwaizumi getting his way. 

“it’s in the car,” oikawa smiles.

“i’ll be back,” iwaizumi grumbles, turning around and then he’s gone again. 

you choose not to ask any questions because oikawa is not responding to your very confused face and instead starts asking you about your new home. you only get halfway into a partial conversation when iwaizumi shows back up at the door, shaking his head, sighing heavily with a white t-shirt that reads oikawa was right. “perfect,” oikawa says, placing his palm against the words and patting softly. 

he walks down the hallway on his toes, swaying back and forth proudly, “issei, come look at this stupid fucking shirt that hajime’s wearing!” within seconds, issei appears in the hallway, attacking oikawa with a hug and then pointing at iwaizumi, shaking his head and laughing. maki follows behind with less force, but all of his composure vanishes the second he sees the shirt. 

“god, i can’t believe i get to marry that idiot,” iwaizumi says softly and you know that if anyone else were standing here with him, he wouldn’t have let it slip out into the air, but he knows that you get it more than anyone. 

once everyone is settled, back into small groups conversing, you take out your phone to shoot bokuto a text message to at least ask him where he’s at. he responds in seconds.

> bokkun ♡ /  7:14 pm> SORRY. walking up now ♡♡♡♡♡♡

“well, well, well,” you say, clicking your tongue as you open the door. you’re there before he’s even knocked. “you’re very late, bokuto.” 

“i’m sorry! i’m sorry,” he says, leaning down and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you into an enveloping, warm, tight hug. “but i have a good reason?” he says as he steps back.

emerging from behind him is akaashi with an almost embarrassed, sheepish smile.

“oh my god! i haven’t seen you in so long! ah!” you say, greeting him with a hug as well. it’s less warm, more friendly than bokuto’s, and you can feel how nervous he is. you met akaashi a few times before and really hit it off. he was easily one of your favorite people even though you’ve known him much less than some of the other people at this party. but he didn’t live in the area and neither of you were very good at keeping up with each other.

“i’m sorry i dropped by uninvited, but bokuto said that it would be okay and-,” akaashi smiles apologetically. 

“of course it’s okay!” you say, pulling him inside. 

“well, okay, i didn’t bring kaashi so that you would ignore me,” bokuto says, stepping inside on your other side, throwing his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side.

“me? ignore you? come on, you’ve gotta be joking,” you tease, wrapping your arms around his neck, practically hanging off of him. “tsumu!” you yell excitedly, walking as quickly as you can with bokuto attached to your hip into the living room where everyone has migrated, “bo is here!” you emerge from the hallway. “and look who he brought!”

you’re so excited to start introducing anyone who doesn’t know akaashi to akaashi because everyone loves akaashi, but just as you’re about to start pointing everyone out and giving names to faces, akaashi speaks, soft and timid in this room of so many people, but clear nonetheless. “samu?”

osamu’s head swivels around quickly, following that voice that he evidently knows so well, because the word is already coming out of his mouth, before he’s even made eye contact with him. “keiji?” there are conversations still happening, people still chatting, but a few of them stop, and most importantly you hear it and notice it. 

“you two know each other?” bokuto asks, surprised and excited all in one.

for you, it’s more about figuring out what’s happening than being excited and happy that they already know each other. “you two know each other that well?” you question.

osamu turns away, tilts his head down to the floor and clears his throat, but akaashi isn’t that quick. you watch the blush spread across his nose and cheeks.

“yeah, i work near onigiri miya and i usually stop there after work,” akaashi explains, “samu- er, osamu is usually kind enough to let me stay and eat while he cleans up.” 

it all clicks.

you can’t stop the expression from creeping onto your face. the warning glance that osamu sends your way is just more proof of how heavily it’s showing. you have so many questions, need so many answers, at the very least want some sort of confirmation that you are as right about this as you feel and akaashi gives you just that.

he laughs, light and airy, and you can see the effects that it has on osamu. “just the other day he let me stay until like,” akaashi lowers his head, slightly embarrassed, “i had a really annoying day at work and he let me hang out in the restaurant until like 4 in the morning. and you had to be in at like 9 the next day, didn’t you?” he asks osamu.

“oh, even earlier, actually,” osamu teases back, “like 7 or something ridiculous.”

akaashi shakes his head, tucks a piece of hair behind his ear and exhales, “i’m not even going to make any promises that i won’t do it again.”

“well, i would never ask that of ya,” osamu says and you can feel how genuine it is and it’s not even pointed at you. 

atsumu shoots you a questioning look, very aware of the silent exchanges between you and osamu. you shoot him back a wide-eyed, excited expression and mouth the word, later to him. atsumu nods back at you, gives you a quick thumbs up, and then continues talking with hinata, sakusa, aran, and suna. 

osamu and akaashi practically don’t talk to anyone else that night, moving over to the quiet corner of the living room. osamu takes it upon himself to drag him into the kitchen, to grab him a drink, to ask him about work, and to tell him that he looks really nice tonight. 

“it’s just because i’m actually freshened up,” akaashi reasons.

“no way.”

“yes way. you usually see me after an 8 hour shift.”

“or maybe it’s just because i always think it, but we’re finally outside of my restaurant and so i can say things like that.”

a pause. “well, i think you look better in your onigiri miya shirt.”

“oh is that so, keiji?”

“yeah. you look good in black.”

“well, i’ll have to keep that in mind.”

now that everyone is here, you’re leaving host mode. everyone is settled. everyone is having their own conversations. everyone looks like they’re genuinely enjoying themselves. you scan the people, the different groups that everyone is forming and then reforming. it’s weird, but deeply moving, to see every single facet of your life come together like this. people that would have otherwise never have met, all together in the same room. interactions that you never could have predicted, going really well. and all within these walls, your walls. 

everyone eats and everyone laughs and you get to show off your new knife to everyone and halfway through the night, atsumu pulls you into his lap and wraps his arms around your waist, and you know that this night was meant to see everyone and mingle, but you’re not sure that you want to move from this very spot for the rest of the night and neither does he. in fact, he orders osamu around from his place at the table, telling osamu to clear the table and to grab the game that’s in the cabinet of the tv stand. 

osamu doesn’t want to listen, really, he doesn’t, but akaashi starts walking towards the tasks before osamu can refuse. akaashi helps clear the dishes and laughs when atsumu starts yelling at osamu for making akaashi do his work and before you know it, everyone is at the table and all of the dishes are in the sink and the food is put away and there is two stacks of cards in the middle of everyone.

“game’s real easy, even samu can play,” atsumu explains, nodding towards the colorful cards. osamu doesn’t even bite back, just seems happy to be sharing a bench with akaashi. “someone draws a question card and they have to answer it or drink unless someone at the table uses their veto card which they can accrue more of by doing the dares in the other card pile, got it?”

everyone nods. “honestly, we’ve never played with this many people or this many veto cards, so it should be interesting,” you say.

“so, basically, no one is getting out of not answering a question,” sakusa replies.

“that is definitely what that means,” aran agrees.

“alright, atsumu should go first,” osamu says, “it’s only fair.”

“fine, fine,” atsumu says, waving his hand, grabbing a card from the pile, “who is the worst dressed person in this room?” he reads. “okay, actually, a lot of them are like this and there are a lot of people here.”

“well, are you going to drink or answer it?” kita asks.

“you gotta answer it,” hinata says.

“well, someone would be stupid to use their veto on this anyway, because it’s obviously iwa,” atsumu answers quickly, shaking his head and throwing the card down. iwaizumi nods in agreement as oikawa stands up in his seat.

“hey! that shirt is the best piece of clothing hajime owns!” oikawa says.

plenty of insults fly across the table as the game continues. atsumu wasn’t lying. a lot of the cards are very similar in nature, just calling out people in the room for various things like being a bad kisser or still being caught up on an ex. no one even has to use a veto card. they’re all harmless enough, poking fun and joking around, or no one cares enough to force someone to answer.

until it’s your turn.

you reach forward, getting out of atsumu’s lap for just a second to draw the card before he’s pulling you back into him. you and atsumu read the question at the same time, but atsumu reacts much quicker than you do, laughing loudly. if he had been drinking something when you pulled the card, he would have made a huge mess.

“what does it say?” maki asks, nosy, trying to peer over your shoulder and at the card before you read it.

you move away from him, cheeks warm, hoping, praying, if there’s a god out there, that no one uses their veto. you move your hand, ready to drink already as you read, “if you could have sex with any of your partner’s friends, who would it be?”

the only people in the room that aren’t laughing are akaashi and kita and even they are giggling and wide eyed at the question. “i’m drinking,” you say, already bringing the cup to your lips.

“not so fast,” oikawa says, slamming his veto card down on the table, “i’m sure i’m not the only person who would have done this anyway. and besides, i can use hajime’s card later if i need it.”

“no, you will not,” iwaizumi scoffs.

“fine, then you want me to take my card back?” oikawa asks.

“no, obviously not, i want to know yn’s answer,” iwaizumi laughs, directing his attention back to you. in fact, everyone’s attention is on you.

“i don’t think this question was designed to be played when every one of my partner’s closest friends are in the same room?” you challenge.

“tough shit, answer the question,” suna says, pointing his finger in your direction.

“right, and to clarify, that doesn’t include people that used to just be your friends like iwa and maki,” issei says, “because then obviously we know your answer would be me.”

you shake your head, ignoring his comment and taking a deep breath, “this is so stupid.”

“come on, ya gotta play the game,” osamu jeers.

atsumu squeezes your waist, pressing a kiss into the back of your shoulder, “yea, babe, you gotta play the game.” you turn your head and narrow your eyes at him. 

“ridiculous that the first thing you two agree on is making me answer this in front of everyone right now,” you scold.

“just get it over with,” atsumu teases, “it’s not hard. even i know it.”

“no you don’t,” you scoff. 

“so there is someone on your mind right now?” maki says, leaning forward as if that will make the answer come faster.

“i-,” you start, but anything that you could think of saying would just dig this hole deeper. “well, i-.”

“come on, just say it,” sakusa pokes.

your eyes flick over to him quickly, face burning, absolutely radiating heat now, you’re sure. and you’re sure that everyone can tell how flustered you’re getting, because there is an obvious answer in your mind, one that’s been in your mind since the moment you met him.

“obviously, it’s bokkun,” you mumble and atsumu, true to his word, does know it. he says the name right alongside you, laughing at how perfectly the syllables align. you and atsumu seem to be the only two people at this table that are expecting this answer because the rest of the table is in an uproar now. symphonies of what?!?!?! and bokuto?!!?! and what about me?!?? arise in stereo. 

“me?” bokuto asks, floored and flustered in a way that affirms your answer perfectly. you’re feeling just as shy as before and everyone is screaming around you and at atsumu and each other and bokuto, but you offer a small nod to bokuto, just to bokuto, and you watch him attempt, and fail, to hide a smile.

after everything calms down, you’re able to play a few more rounds, thankfully not getting any other question that tops that one, not even when you get the question that reads, was your ex good in bed? and you answered a quick yes and then pushed forward. 

the clock is ticking down, the night is getting later and later and as the game is packed up and put back in its safe place beneath the tv, people start to trickle home. hinata and sakusa, issei, kita, aran and suna. you offer goodbyes and thank you for comings and when you walk oikawa, iwaizumi, and maki to the door, you say a very sincere, “i don’t want it to be this long until we do something like this again.”

“come on,” oikawa says, shaking his head, “hajime and i are getting married in less than two months.” oikawa lifts his hand, showing off his dainty ring as if you forgot that they were engaged. 

“shit, it’s already that close?” you ask.

“yea,” oikawa nods along, smiling, “most of those dumbasses are invited too, so, it won’t be long, i promise. it’ll be louder, and i’ll be the happiest i’ve ever been, but it won’t be too long.”

you nod, hugging oikawa tightly and then iwaizumi and then maki. “seriously, thank you guys for coming.”

“wouldn’t miss it for the world,” maki says, smiling, “i’m crashing your guys’ lunch tomorrow, so i’ll see you then.”

“obviously,” you reply, locking the door behind them once they’ve left.

the only people left in your living room that don’t live there are bokuto, akaashi, and osamu. before you can make your way back in there, atsumu grabs your forearm and pulls you into him, kissing you hard, hand cupping your cheek, fingers scratching over your jaw. 

“what was that for?” you ask when he finally pulls away.

“because i can,” he shrugs, and you take that as an okay to start to move again, but he holds you in place, “and because look at this house we own together, isn’t that crazy?”

you laugh, “yes, yes it is.” you wait to see if there’s anything else.

there is.

“and because i trust you more than anything in this world.”

you cock your head. “okay…,” you say, hesitant.

“and if you want to have sex with bokuto tonight, i would be okay with that,” atsumu finishes, proudly unpredictable and awestruckenly trusting. 

you physically have to jump back, unable to process that sentence any other way. “what?!” you ask, loudly, and atsumu can’t stop laughing, shushing you and shaking his head. “no! what?! why would you say that?”

“because i’ve known that you’ve wanted to fuck bokuto our entire relationship and if you want to ask him if he wants to spend the night with us, that would be okay with me,” atsumu says, calmly. way too calmly for what’s coming out of his mouth, you have to admit.

you don’t know what to say. you can barely think or understand what he’s saying, let alone how to respond. “with us?” you ask for clarification.

atsumu nods, “i’m sure he will not be difficult to convince if that’s what you want.”

you’re afraid to ask it because you’re afraid that all of this is just some elaborate joke. or, rather, you’re afraid for only a second after thinking it, because atsumu doesn’t surprise you anymore. he squeezes your forearm, looks you directly in the eyes as you ask, “and it’s something you want?”

“i offered, didn’t i?” he asks back and you nod.

“okay,” you say, nodding again. “i’ll ask him.”

it’s easy enough to pull bokuto aside with osamu and akaashi being as involved in their own conversation as they are. you don’t really know how to approach it, not completely. how do you just ask someone that? but the second that you pull him into the kitchen and away from the few people that are still in your house, he exhales and steps close to you. and it’s not anything that you’ve said all night, it’s just how he’s always acted around you. 

you lean against the counter and he follows, shaking his head and standing right in front of you. “you’ve got a lot of cool friends, y’know that?”

“oh, yea,” you nod, punching his shoulder and then poking your finger into the middle of his chest, “the coolest.” he laughs and you can feel it against the tip of your pointer finger. you can hear murmuring in the living room. it fills up the comfortable spaces of silence. you look up at bokuto, chewing on the inside of your cheek. “i don’t really know how to ask this,” you say back, softly enough so that the people in the other room can’t hear your murmur.

bokuto tilts his head, “what’s up? is everything okay?”

“no, yea, really great,” you say, nodding and then you take a deep breath. just say it, just say it, just say it, just say it, just say it. “would you,” you say, you curl your fingers against his chest, “want to spend the night?”

the first emotion to come to the surface is excitement and then quickly after that confusion hits bokuto’s face much harder, like his mind filled in the blanks, but didn’t let himself get his hopes up. “like…,” he trails off, hoping that you’ll explain further without him having to ask.

you reach forward and tug on his forearm, coaxing him closer to you. “like…,” you say, heart beating violently against your chest. you try to evade his gaze, head down, focusing on the feeling of his soft skin against yours, nails scraping against it eliciting a tiny shiver from bokuto. 

he reaches down, places his finger beneath your chin, and tilts your head upwards. “like?” he asks, eyes evidently flickering down to your lips. it couldn’t be helped, the way your tongue swipes against your lips and your breath catches in your throat. you just nod. 

before his lips meet yours, you both talk at the same time, overlapping one another, but hearing the other perfectly.

“is this okay with atsumu?”

“like, with atsumu too.”

you put both of your hands into bokuto’s hair and he reciprocates quickly, putting both of his hands on either sides of your face and pulling you towards him, lips crashing into his. it’s like he reads your mind, one arm around your waist, one hand bracing the back of your thigh as he props you up on the counter to get closer to you.

you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him impossibly deeper into your lips, leaning forward as if there was any space for you to move into. large hands grip onto the fats of your hips, sliding you to the edge of the counter, stomach pressed up against his, arms sliding down his back, fingernails dragging against the fabric of his shirt. 

bokuto pulls away, laughing softly, “so this is why tsum tsum comes into practice complaining about his back.”

“it actually gets much worse than this,” you say back, low and airy, pressing your forehead against his and kissing him once more, quick.

atsumu appears in the archway, leaning against the wall, not an ounce of jealousy on his face, but rather, a very devilish smile. you feel warm regardless, but you don’t make a move to untangle from bo. “so, are you staying the night, bokkun?”

bokuto almost immediately says yes, but then hesitates. “god, yea, i’d really love that, but i-,” he sighs, “i have to make sure akaashi gets home and-”

“i can take akaashi home,” osamu calls from the living room. 

“oh, you don’t have to do that, i can just get an uber or something-,” akaashi dismisses.

“no way,” osamu says, shaking his head. from where atsumu is standing, he can peer around the corner and see his brother’s hand grasped around the back of akaashi’s elbow. “let me take you home, keiji.”

“whose home, samu?” akaashi says so quietly that if you were not actively listening for whatever akaashi’s response is, you would not have heard. you decide that that’s enough eavesdropping, actually, allowing them their private conversation and turning your attention back to bo, having your own private conversation as you repeat atsumu’s question.

“so, are you staying the night, bokkun?” you mimic exactly.

he nods, about to say something else maybe or try to kiss you again, but it’s interrupted very quickly as osamu calls out, “we’re out of here.” you barely have time for bo to help you hop off the counter before osamu and akaashi appear in the archway behind atsumu hand in hand. 

you look directly at their interlocked fingers and akaashi’s pinkish cheeks and you tilt your head at osamu. osamu looks at bokuto’s hand on your hip and your disheveled hair and he tilts his head at you. you decide to call it even. 

you contemplate letting them walk out on their own because there is nothing else in your mind right now than bokuto, atsumu, and a whole bunch of fantasies coming to realization. you don’t do that. you leave bokuto’s grasp, walking towards the front door with akaashi and osamu. atsumu offers a goodbye to akaashi and osamu, unbothered because he’s sure he’ll see osamu a few more times this weekend before he makes his way back home. atsumu is much more concerned with having a very quiet conversation with bokuto.

you only catch bokuto’s concerned, “are you sure about this?” as his head moving back and forth from you to atsumu. and atsumu’s assured, “i’m the one that brought it up.”

“have a safe drive home,” you say to osamu and akaashi at the doorstep. “and a fun rest of your night.”

“yn,” osamu warns, but you just feign ignorance.

“you also have a fun rest of your night, yn,” akaashi says in the same exact tone, tugging on osamu’s hand, placing the other on his bicep. 

“ha!” osamu laughs, turning around and pulling akaashi to the car. it’s like he can’t get out of here fast enough. “thanks for having us!” osamu calls from the car window and then they’re gone. 

when you shut the door, locking it for the last time, you realize how quiet the house is without the different areas of chatter. in fact, you can’t even hear the conversation that you know is happening in your dining room. 

except, there isn’t a conversation happening in your dining room. instead, there is atsumu, the love of your life, the most important person in the world to you making out with bokuto, your closest friend of atsumu’s, the one person you’ve wanted to fuck other than atsumu in the last 4 years. your voice is small, not because you’re timid or embarrassed, but because you think if you speak any louder, a whimper will come alongside it. “can you take me to bed?”

the whimper escapes you anyway as a tiny string of spit connects atsumu and bokuto’s lips and as atsumu looks like he’s trying to regain composure and as he leans over to bokuto and says, “i get to do it all the time, you go ahead.” your stomach is doing a million flips and as bokuto approaches you, your mind goes blank. not that you need it. 

because bokuto picks you up, same hold as before. his touch feels familiar and his grasp feels strong. “i don’t even know where i’m going,” bokuto admits as he reaches the top of the stairs. you gesture in the direction of your bedroom and open the door as he walks close enough to it. he leaves the door open, lays you down on the bed and as if he’s pictured this in his mind a million times, he quickly and assuredly kisses down your clothed chest, lifting up the bottom of your shirt to press kisses into your stomach before sinking onto the floor. 

everything is happening so fast and you cannot explain how grateful you are because you’ve wanted this for so long and you’re finally getting it. bokuto doesn’t waste a second in hooking his arms under your knees, pulling you to the edge of the bed, spreading your legs, and ducking under your skirt. your thighs squeeze the sides of his cheeks as you feel his warm breath between your legs. 

“enjoying yourself, pretty girl?” atsumu asks as he sinks into the bed beside your head, smoothing over your head and lifting your shirt. you can feel both pairs of hands on you independently, but somehow moving in perfect time with each other. it’s overwhelming in the best way. atsumu doesn’t even take your shirt off, just pulls it up far enough for your bra to show and then pulls your bra down enough for your tits to pop out and the way that you are so clothed, but so exposed all at the same time is making you grow warm between your legs. 

you whimper at the question, nodding as atsumu runs his hands down your sides and then back up to your tits and then off of you all at once. without them, you can feel bokuto’s completely, nothing to distract you from how big they feel on the inside of your thighs. with him under your skirt, you can’t see anything at all and you want to watch him, but the fact that you don’t know what’s happening, relying on touch alone, is causing you to flood.

he licks a strip into your panties, harsh enough to cause them to push between your lips, digging his tongue into your hole, slipping past the fabric, thick tongue pushing them out of the way with no help at all. you roll your hips into the sensation. “shit,” you breathe.

so focused on the feeling between your legs, you don’t notice atsumu’s cock until he’s pressing the spongy tip against your slightly parted lips. you turn your head for a better angle, parting your lips further, opening your jaw, and taking him in your mouth. atsumu puts his hands on the back of your head, pulling you onto his cock. you’ve had years and years of practice with this which means atsumu knows your limits and capabilities and he gets to move you however he wants as a result.

bokuto’s hand creeps up your inner thigh as he laps at your clothed pussy, sucking the fabric into his mouth and swallowing all of the accumulated juices before slipping his finger into you. your jaw opens further, moaning around atsumu’s cock involuntarily and atsumu needs to feel that again. “shit, bokkun, ‘m gonna need ya to do whatever ya just did again.”

he laughs against your pussy, adding another finger inside of you and you already feel so full. his fingers are so thick, they’re so fucking thick, like four of your tiny fingers are jammed inside of you in two motions, but they’re longer than your fingers too, can reach so much deeper. you’re squirming on his fingers, moving your hips to fuck yourself on bokuto’s fingers and you can’t help how much your hums and whimpers and whines are effecting atsumu. “holy fuck, don’t stop,” atsumu says, hips pressing forward, hands pulling you onto his cock to meet his thrust. 

the angle is still slightly awkward, hitting the back of your cheek rather than sliding down your perfect, tight throat like he loves so much, so he swings his leg overtop of you, both knees on either side of your head, balls resting on your chin as he lifts your head and places a pillow underneath. “fuck, that’s better, baby,” he says, barely giving you a warning before fucking into your mouth, letting you hollow your cheeks on his head, tiny movements of his hips pulling the tip in and out of your tight lips. 

“she’s close,” bokuto announces into the room, talking about you, not to you, and you tighten around his fingers even more. bokuto pushes his fingers inside of you completely, pulls them out to the tips, pushes inside of you completely, pulls them out to the tips, and then he curls them over and over again, and you come so fucking hard that you can’t even imagine the mess underneath your skirt. 

“so fucking wet,” bokuto says, mumbles against your cunt as he moves your panties to the side, pulls his thick fingers out of you and uses the tip of his tongue to coax the come out of your fluttering hole and down his throat. the lewd sounds are filling the room and your ears even more than the sound of atsumu whining and whimpering watching his cock disappear between your lips.

“shit, fuckin’ mouth feels so goddamn good, fuck,” atsumu growls, pulling you by your hair onto his cock and you can barely breathe, spit drooling out the sides of your mouth and down your chin and neck. his strokes are long and slow, relishing the feeling of his length being squeezed by your tight throat. “gonna fuck yer throat all fucking night. won’t even be able to talk tomorrow.”

“fuck,” bokuto says, “gotta- fuck-” all at once you feel even more fucking full. bokuto slips inside of you without a word, stretching your drenched hole around his huge cock. you can feel it in your fucking guts, so fucking deep, speared. you wrap your legs around his waist, holding him in place because you don’t want to not feel him so fucking deep in you. you need to feel him this deep in you forever. 

you feel the breeze on your stomach, on your sloppy clit, as bokuto pushes your skirt up and out of the way, not that you could see anything anyway with atsumu where he is and his cock destroying your throat how it is. bokuto reaches down, rubbing small circles into your sensitive, swollen, pretty clit with his thumb. “so pretty,” bokuto mumbles.

you pull bokuto closer with your legs, moving your hips to meet him and he understands perfectly, pulling his hips back and slamming into you. his moans are lower than atsumu’s, more grunts than whimpers, and the fact that you can hear them both is making your walls flutter around bokuto’s thick length. “god, so fucking tight,” bokuto praises, “shit.”

“i know,” atsumu replies, rolling his hips, sliding the underside of his cock against your tongue. “feels so fuckin’ good.” he presses forward, pulls your head onto him until his head hits the back of your throat and then he holds you there. you can’t breathe, gagging on his thick head in your throat, but the noises that are coming out of him are well worth it. they always are. you swallow around his length and something breaks in him.

bokuto starts fucking into you faster, harder, the inside of your thighs already sore and very reminiscent of another first time you had. his fingers are gripping into your waist and your fingers are gripping onto the sheets, unsure of where else to put this pure need, unable to reach atsumu’s back or arms. atsumu sees you, hands moving across the bed, looking for somewhere to root as you take all of the abuse that’s coming to you. 

he removes his grip from your hair for a moment, reaching over and grabbing your hand. “pretty girl, hey, baby, here,” he guides your hands to his thighs and tears are streaming from the corners of your eyes because your cunt is throbbing and your throat is burning and you can’t breathe and atsumu is still there to take care of you in ways that you don’t even understand. 

you curl your fingers around his toned thighs and everything feels right in the world, everything feels more manageable. it’s something for you to ground yourself on, the feeling of the soft, toned muscle in your hands, against your fingernails, scraping and digging. “shit, doll, feels good, harder, yea?” you nod, effectively shoving atsumu’s cock down your throat even further. you dig your fingernails into the skin harder, harder, not dragging across, but digging into. “fuck, baby.”

bokuto is fucked out of his mind with the feeling of how tight and perfect you are around him and the exchange that’s happening in front of him with you and atsumu. it’s all so fucking much. he can’t stop pounding into you, fucking as deep as he can, slamming the tops of his thighs against the insides of yours, holding you in place with his large hands spanning over your stomach. “fuck, gonna come,” bokuto breathes, stare not pulling away from the way that atsumu and him are making you feel so used, so good. 

atsumu answers for you because you couldn’t be expected to answer with your mouth as full as it is. “you can come inside,” atsumu says, looking down at your tear-pricked eyes and swollen lips as you hum an affirmative plea. “she wants you to come inside,” he corrects himself. 

“fuck,” bokuto says with a shaky exhale, because he wasn’t exactly expecting that, but it’s exactly what he wanted. 

“and where do you want me to come, pretty?” atsumu asks, relentlessly fucking into your throat. the only air that you’ve gotten is in tiny breaths between harsh strokes and inhales from your nose. you feel lightheaded, but the fact that it’s about to be over is much worse than your inability to get a proper breath. 

you can’t speak so you move your hand from his thigh, dragging your finger down your throat and fuck, if that wasn’t the cutest gesture atsumu had ever seen. there’s a lack of pressure on your chest as atsumu changes positions, leaning forward, bracing himself against the wall as he changes angles so that he can get even deeper in your throat, can fuck your throat like a pretty cunt. 

bokuto watches this unfold and he can’t fucking hold it any longer. it’s so much different than atsumu, the way that bokuto unloads inside of you. he doesn’t still, doesn’t stutter. his hips keep moving at an abusive pace, fucking you even harder than before as stream after stream of his thick come coats your gummy walls. you’re coming around his cock, sobs trying to escape you, but failing because of atsumu’s cock crammed down your throat, heavy balls slapping against your chin with every quick stroke inside of you. 

bokuto’s come is spilling out of you. it was inevitable with how fast he was still fucking you and how much he was coming inside of you. it feels like it’s never ending, coupled right along with the noises that are leaving bokuto, low and needy. even after he’s finished filling you, he stays completely inside of you, breath catching, not ready to pull out just yet. 

atsumu’s cock is throbbing against your tongue, pulsing, leaking, and he shoves it as far as he can fit it and you’re so sure that he’s going to pump his come directly down your throat, but then he pulls out, opening your mouth with his thumb, letting his tongue fall open in hopes that you mimic it and you do. “needa see it all pretty on yer tongue, baby, open, yea, fuck.”

he doesn’t even stroke himself, comes at the sight of you with your tongue out and messy eyes and swollen lips and gasping for air. his thick come doesn’t spray in ropes against the inside of your mouth, it drools onto your tongue. it leaks out of the tip lazily, pooling and collecting on the dip in your tongue until there’s too much to fit and a part of the fat glob slips down the back of your tongue and he grunts, replacing whatever disappeared down your throat. “all of it, baby, suck,” he directs, tilting your head, placing the tip between your lips and coaxing you to suck whatever’s left from his sensitive slit. you do exactly as you're told and as a reward, you get to hear the sob tear from his throat and watch him wipe away the tiny tears that threaten to fall. 

everything is quiet. no one moves for at least two minutes. it takes the entire time for you to catch your breath.

“fuck, shit, i’m sorry i didn’t savor that more,” bokuto breaks the silence, shaking his head, inhale and exhale heavy as he stands up completely, putting his boxers back on.

atsumu takes this as a cue to move as well, getting off of you maybe as he should’ve from the very beginning to help you recover faster. though, you’re actually certain that lack of immediate movement is what allowed you to feel as okay as you do this quickly.

“next time,” you say, or try to say, because it hurts and it comes out shaky and hoarse. atsumu leans down and presses a kiss into your neck and then the side of your face and then your lips. he would be more phased by this if it wasn’t a weekly occurrence. 

“yea, maybe come to town more often,” atsumu says, confirming. 

“don’t say that,” bokuto says, shaking his head, “because i really will.”

“then, maybe come to town more often,” atsumu repeats, a tiny smirk forming on his lips.

“alright,” boktuo affirms. 

atsumu leans down, places a kiss on your forehead. “c’mon, let's get you cleaned up,” he says, helping you up. you don’t try for a thank you or a yes, just give a small nod and move towards the attached bathroom. 

“do you have a guest room or something in this cool big house?” bokuto asks, clearly feeling like he’s invading. 

“we do, but,” atsumu says, walking out of the bathroom, over to the dresser and pulling out a big t-shirt. he disappears into the bathroom again, water running, clothes shuffling, and emerges with your clothes in hand. he throws them into the laundry hamper in the corner of the room. “you’re welcome to spend the night here.”

“oh! no, no, i wouldn’t want to-,” bokuto starts, but is interrupted by the sink running again, teeth brushing, and now he really feels like he’s invading. but then you walk out of the bathroom, as fresh and clean as you can be without having taken a shower, and you wrap your arms around bo’s bicep. the feeling of displacement fades pretty quickly then.

“yea,” atsumu says, hand on the back of his neck, “someone gets a bit clingy after sex.” atsumu nods towards you and you playfully scowl back at him even though you know it is very true. “just until she falls asleep though. in the morning, she’s usually like, tsumu, fuck off, i’m trying to sleep. it’s weird, really.”

“i mean, if you- yea, i’ll stay if you want me to,” bokuto says and looks down at you nodding very convincingly. you walk over to the bed, pulling bokuto along by the arm and you crawl under the covers, laying perfectly in the middle of the bed. this wasn’t the exact use that you thought you would get out of your king size bed, but you can add it to the list of splurge items that are turning out to be very worth it. 

“didja need anything before ya go to bed?” atsumu asks because he knows it’s something that you would ask if you weren’t so unable to ask. bokuto shakes his head no. he can’t imagine needing anything at this moment. “cool.” atsumu shuts the light off and the room goes very dark. 

it’s awkward first, weird for only a few moments, figuring out your place in all of this, and then it just kinda works out. 

huh, reminds you of something.

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[okkotsui]

matsukawa issei ⇄ drunk moments

sypnosis : there is something about matsukawa when he is drunk and you can say that he is a different person when drunk when he is with the love of his life.

warnings / tags : gender–neutral!reader, mentions of alcohol, drunk mattsun, fluff, crack.

author’s notes : i don’t see enough mattsun fics and they are really rare like a gem so i created one.

matsukawa issei likes to drink with his friends— not every day but rather occasionally but since it is occasionally, you would always be with him whenever he’s out drinking with his friends and things never change from the first time he brought you up until now.

this occasion— not an occasion but rather a rare occurrence that the former seijoh team with oikawa as their team captain finally gathered because of their busy schedule syncing altogether.

they decided to go to a bar but of course, you cannot let your boyfriend go to an open area where a bunch of people reside— he would be dead. thankfully, you all known each other since high school so it won’t be awkward. he can be flirty when he is drunk whenever he wants to nonetheless, it is you that he is flirting with.

it’s been a few hours since you arrived with oikawa, hanamaki, mattsun, and iwaizumi. the rest of the team cannot join as they are tight in schedule and they already promised that this get-together will be ongoing as of today.

mattsun was already drunk and during this time, he would flirt with you. he would be the drunk one that completely forgets about his surroundings or names who he is with. maybe his vision is just blurry.

out of nowhere, he looked at you, checking you out like when the two of you just met years ago during highschool.

“hey there pretty, do you have a boyfriend? how about i take you out?” he smirked for some rizz and decided to tease him.

“i’m so sorry, i already have a fiancee” you showed him the diamond ring that he had given you when he proposed months ago. his thick eyebrows furrowed in both disappointment and weirdness.

of course, he turned to hanamaki as if he was a child to complain about what he just interacted with.

“they already have a fiancee ‘maki, what the fuck?” out of nowhere, he began to cry to his shoulders, your eyes softening, giggling at his action. it was always like this when he is drunk and with you.

he sobbed like a child, as well as wailed then threw tantrums which the rest of the boys just watched in amusement as oikawa is taking a video of him.

“they’re so pretty, i’m gonna cry even more.” he sniffled, eyes still wet from his cries earlier and you cannot help to feel butterflies in your stomach every time he says you look so good.

“i wanna be their husband, not that ugly ass fiancee of them,” he added, making your head thrown back, laughing at his words, he just still cannot comprehend it whilst drunk.

that won’t stop him from clinging to you until you both went home, it was the time to go home, waving goodbye to the half sobber boys and surely they would go home safely, patting your back to keep safe with your heavily drunk future husband.

on your way home, he’s not sobber still, and that's how he started questioning everything.

“how do you know where i live? won’t your—” he hiccuped, “fiancee look for you?” his head still hung down as you managed to open the door and bring him to your shared bedroom.

“well, my fiancee is a good man, he can understand my situation at the moment, don’t worry about it.” you took your time changing him, it was easy as he simply follows your instructions and he just lets you, assuming he had a chance on you as his drunk thoughts are still in his head that you are a stranger.

“that would be all, sleep well.” you kissed his forehead, and his cheeks flushed from being drunk or either from your kiss.

you proceeded to go to bed, sleeping beside him who is just sleeping peacefully. thank goodness that he didn’t throw up, perhaps he will when he wakes up.

and to your shock when you both woke up, scrolling through tiktok, your fiancee was trending with you as you discovered oikawa posted it.

“i did it again, didn’t i?” he groaned, his head throbbing while he was leaning on the table, referring to his drunk actions every time.

“mhm, ‘t was adorable though” you kissed his cheek, and he just rolled his eyes playfully.

he cannot call oikawa on what he did though, he just needs to collect his thoughts after being heavily drunk from alcohol yesterday evening.

[greetings-humans]

Opinion on assikawa since both you and Noel are watching haikyuu rn

Also on another note as a former pjo kid should I watch the new show-?

okay so I hope you're just making fun of oikawa and that it is not in fact a ship name. so like if it is. oops. my bad.

now about oikawa. he's so,,,,, well. I was so aggressively annoyed by him at first cause he kept beating karasuno and THOSE ARE MY KIDS OKAY FUCK YOU OIKAWA,,,, but yknow as the eps went on...

I still think that oikawa is a fucking bastard but. he's really entertaining to watch. and I can appreciate how good he is at working with enhancing his team's performance. his interactions with iwaizumi are also genuinely funny as shit.

so ig bottom line is that he's a bastard and I love to see him be a bastard. and also I gotta appreciate his drive and also hate it a little when it drives him to fight karasuno with his best.

//oikawa rant over-- in my defense i have a lot of thoughts (lemme know what you think about oikawa)

NOW ABOUT PJO

some changes might be a little weird to see tbh, but as a former pjo kid myself, I'd say give it a shot! the actors will never look like the characters you remember (which is the only thing that the movies got semi right) and given the fact that the pjo show is not taking place in the 2000s, some small details will likely be different. rick has also changed a lot from 2005 or sth and that means that his characters have evolved too. but I truly think that essence of them is there. I'm not 100% sure about annabeth yet, to be honest, but I have seen it with percy and grover and sally and clarisse. the essence is there!!

bottom line: give ep 1 a shot. and let me know what you think about it and if you decide to continue it or not!

[shiraishi-mai]

Things Heard by Team A's Manager

[inspired by the timeskip oneshot] [credit to incorrect quotes generator]

Hinata: You want some leftovers? Atsumu: What are those? Hinata: You've never had leftovers before? Atsumu: No, 'cause I'm not a quitter

Oikawa: Wait, you like me? For my personality? Hinata: I know, I was surprised too.

Sakusa, knocking on the door: Atsumu, open up! Atsumu: It all started when I was a kid Sakusa: That's not what I- Hinata: Let him finish!

Sakusa: Everyone knows that Santa is an invention designed by the big five corporations to sell tinsel and video games to an unsuspecting public. Suna: The whole "childhood wonder" stage just blew right past you, didn't it?

Suna: I wish I was a cat, not in a furry kinda way, more like a "I can sleep all day and hit people with no consequences" kinda way

Romero: I do two things and two things only. I devastate sorry motherfuckers and get shit done as an awesome leader.

Suna: God has let me live another day and I'm going to make it everyone's problem.

*Iwaizumi watching Atsumu and Oikawa interact* Iwaizumi: I'm feeling it! What am I feeling? Death, probably

Atsumu: I'm a bad person. I'm a very bad person, I'm a horrible person. Team A: Atsumu: No you're not, 'Tsumu! We still love you, 'Tsumu!

Sakusa: But when all hope seemed lost, I had an epiphany! Sakusa, earlier: I'm going to throw myself into the sea.

*out grocery shopping* Suna: *takes a free sample twice* Suna: Robbery and Fraud. I am a Rebel.

Hinata: *running towards Sakusa with open arms* Sakusa: *moves out of the way* Hinata: Hey, why'd you move? Sakusa: I thought you were going to attack me. Hinata: I was going to hug you! Sakusa: Why would you hug me? Hinata: WHY WOULD I ATTACK YOU!?

Iwaizumi, looking at a self of Oikawa: I hate this photo. Oikawa: I'm cute as fuck in that photo! I'm smiling kindly. Iwaizumi: You're not smiling kindly; you look like you're up to something. Oikawa: Up to kindness.

Atsumu: Remember, Aran, don't do anything I wouldn't do ;) Aran: I think I crossed that line when I got a date.

Hinata, very tired: Can I sleep in your bed? Oikawa: *half asleep* Hinata, this is a queen-sized bed. That means it's for *gestures vaguely to himself* the Queen.

Iwaizumi: What is Atsumu crying on the floor? Romero: He took one of those 'what player are you?' quizzes. Iwaizumi: And? Romero: He got Oikawa.

Suna: There's nothing worse than people using big words they don't understand. Hinata: I photosynthesize with this.

Oikawa, confused and exasperated: Suna, how do you plan on telling a bear to go vegan?? Suna: Politely.

Atsumu: Fuck capitalism. It's a rigged system that keeps us poor and it isn't fair. You shouldn't need to work three jobs to afford basic necessities. Oikawa, playing Monopoly: Sorry, if you wanted to win you should have tried not being poor.

Romero: So, are you two friends? Oikawa: Yes. Iwaizumi: No.

[iwairis]

haikyuu!! characters as stupid things i’ve done!

a/n: first post 🫠🫠 i hope you like it!!! also, when i want to remember my embarrassing moments why does my brain go blank.. 🥲

☆★☆. IWAIZUMI HAJIME

stubbed his toe. got so angry, he kicked the table with that same foot. very hard. cue him grunting in pain and muttering very colorful curses. insulted oikawa too bcuz why not 🤷‍♀️

★☆★. AKAASHI KEIJI

saw someone cute looking in his direction. like, full on staring and thought they were looking at him. made eye contact with them multiple times too and low key felt super flustered. they waved at him randomly and akaashi built up the courage to wave back and smile, only to realize they were waving to someone behind him; rip. hid his face in his hands out of embarrassment.

☆★☆. OIKAWA TOORU

made a self deprecating joke with a 7 year old once. his sister’s friend's son came over and he volunteered to babysit for a while. “so, do you like school?” “yup! i love school :)” “that's nice, means you have friends right? imagine having friends could never be me LOL”. the kid stared at him. oikawa never interacted with children other than his nephew again. also, his sister never let him forget this

★☆★. BOKUTO KOUTARO

went on omeagle because he was bored. some stranger asked him how he was and somehow he overshared. like, over over shared. by the time the stranger cut the connection, he probably: knew his full name, his mother’s maiden name, all about akaashi, his volleyball number, all his socials and family member names. safe to say that person never visited omeagle again.

☆★☆. KUROO TETSUROU

was never really one to text and talk in his class group but once when he saw someone had asked a question and no one answered even after 5 hours, he decided to put them out of their potential misery and give them a reply. only, three minutes later, yaku private messages him and asks him what the fuck he sent in the group. kuroo, confused and slightly scared, checks the message he sent and asks yaku what he’s on about. yaku starts cackling and tells him that what he sent was wrong, and right then a teacher replies to kuroo’s message and tells him he's wrong, too. kuroo never opened that group again.

[iwahajii]

• scars fade (Chapter 8)

Iwaizumi’s sins cost him the one thing he didn’t want to fuck up. Yet he still did.

Oikawa can count on one hand the actual times he punched Iwaizumi in the face. This was one of them. And it wasn’t just once that he did.

This is the story of how Iwaizumi fucked up so bad Oikawa had no choice but to step in and save the day. And whether it’ll be a happy ending or not, it’s all up to you.

warning: contains cheating, explicit language, mature themes

taglist: @jcrml @on-crows-wings

then • now  • next

After the whole panic attack fiasco, Tooru did his best in touching only the lighter topics, switching between each of your days, exchanging stories and happenings, catching up, gossiping and other nonsensical stuff that matters when you’re friends with an Oikawa Tooru. His effort was greatly appreciated. Not only because it was inconvenient to pass out for half a day, but also because you weren’t ready to face the demons lurking behind your own shadow.

Weeks has passed, before he snapped.

“Should I be worried about this Ryuujin character?”

It was an ambush, a bomb thrown by Tooru from miles away.

You froze, backtracking on your day, on your interactions and conversations with Tooru, wondering where and how he knew of Ryuujin. Not like you were hiding something. You just knew Tooru well enough to know how badly this could get depending on your answer.

There was none. You never really brought the name up in conversation, let alone found any significance for it to come up since there was really nothing to that name.

“How do you know him?” you queried, sounding more confused than you intended to.

Wagging a finger in front of the camera, Tooru pouted. “Don’t answer a question with another question. You know better than to pull that on me.”

“I never told you about him, so why do you know him?”

Tooru flicked his hand. “Let’s just say a little birdie told me.”

You rolled your eyes, because it didn’t take too many brain cells to figure out Sanae was the little birdie he claimed.

“I don’t want to arrange divorce papers!” was Oikawa’s scandalous outcry, all indignant and hurt.

“Tooru,” you called, sagging in your seat. “That’s not what it means. Ryuujin is just an acquaintance, a relative of a kid from daycare. Besides, you know I legally can’t,” you added the last bit in a whisper.

That was meant to calm him, even just a little bit, but of course, Tooru never failed to surprise you. “Even if you legally can, you can’t!”

You sighed, looking up at the ceiling for some patience and guidance, preferably from some divine entity because you physically can’t smack Tooru in the back of his head and you mentally can’t bear to answer his groundbreaking inquiries. Honesty always suited Tooru, so you did just that.

“Trust me, Tooru, I haven’t thought that far ahead,” you replied, meaning every word of it.

Tooru exhaled long and loud, a sign that he’s releasing the fight from his system. His eyes still looked glazed over, the slight tilt of his lips telling you he was still upset.

You pursed your lips, contemplating your next words. “If it makes you feel better, he’s not my type.”

It took a few good seconds before Tooru’s lips twitched, slowly lifting into a mischievous smile he couldn’t hold back. He knew well the type of guys that make you fall and swoon. He was the resident third-wheel in your relationship after all. Listened for years about your useless crushes since middle school. Listened to your seemingly endless pining for Hajime for ‘eight long years’ before the both of you had the guts to do something about the ‘humungous sexual tension suffocating everyone in the room’ as Tooru eloquently put it, with Hanamaki and Matsukawa yelling their assent in the background.

“Isn’t that lovely to hear?” Oikawa exclaimed awfully sweet, unnecessarily highlighting the word ‘lovely’, making you roll your eyes so hard you saw white for a split second. Typical Oikawa Tooru.

“How’s Makki and Mattsun?” you asked, their names hanging in the back of your mind since you remembered them.

“Makki’s still pulling the 'Iwaizumi Hajime is dead' act, ever since you left,” Tooru grumbled. “Mattsun’s still Mattsun.”

You snorted, feeling your heart swell at Makki’s actions. “That’s so like him,” you commented.

“Tell me about it. I’m literally dying every time we see each other. I don’t even know whether to laugh or to hit him or Iwa-chan in the head. Can you imagine? Good god, it’s so horrible and painful but hella funny. And don’t get me started on Mattsun!”

Oikawa was ranting, bubbling on about how Makki slipped one time they were eating dinner and accidentally asked Iwa to pass him the ketchup.

“We all froze at the table, literally, because it’s been months and he was doing perfectly fine, but then he goes, “Hey Iwa, pass the ketchup,” Oikawa recounted, doing a very close impersonation of Makki’s gritty voice (which you really love listening to). “Iwa was frozen like a statue, then Mattsun goes ‘Iwa, the ketchup. Makki needs the ketchup” before he snorted so loud I couldn’t hold it anymore. Makki was so red in the face, and when Iwa handed him the tub, he couldn’t even look anyone in the eye. Even Iwa cracked a little smile before Makki threw fries in his face, mumbling “You’re all dead to me,” then proceeded to devour his cheeseburger so obnoxiously it was so annoying!”

You were laughing by the end of his story, snorting at him for calling another person obnoxious. Hanamaki and Matsukawa are like older brothers to you, both laidback and cool but in their own different ways. Hanamaki’s playful, always down for anything and everything. Matsukawa is surprisingly more mature than anyone else in the group, prefers to listen and watch the fun, but actively participates when it comes to Tooru.

“I miss them too,” you mumbled.

He grunted in reply. “Give them a call. Makki’s bugging me ever since he found out. Mattsun too, even though he’s not openly asking,” he shivered before adding, “probably preparing some blackmail to use.”

“I might hold out on calling them just to see that,” you teased. You were open to the idea of calling the two since you missed them too, actually contemplating to do so ever since you started communicating with Tooru again. You ignored the little demon in your head that said Iwa’s name.

You knew they were feeling the aftershocks of your quick exit, aware that the relationship didn’t just stop between you and Iwa. They were very much invested and very much involved, so your actions definitely affected them. Maybe much more than they really let on. Besides, you were friends even before things progressed with Iwa.

“You’re so mean!” Oikawa whined. Then, with pleading eyes, he added, “Iwa too?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but your throat stopped working, so you closed it again. He was about to say something else, when a voice that made your heart stutter floated through the speakers.

“Oikawa, dinner’s ready.”

Tooru grinned widely, eyes sparkling evilly. Before you could even react or get a word out, he spoke.

“Iwa-chan,” he called. “Yuki says hi.”

His words rang out in your head again, louder and firmer than when he said it.

“Iwa too?”

A grunt and then it was his voice again. “Stop being an ass, Trashykawa.”

“I’m not, Iwa-chan.”

To hell with it.

“Hey, Iwa.”

Within seconds, the video feed was a mess, the camera pointing somewhere dark.

“I’m totally sending this picture to Mattsun,” Oikawa mused, snickering as he stared at his phone’s screen.

Suddenly, the video feed was a mess again before a familiar ceiling came to view, the sound of grunts, thuds, and Tooru’s shrieks ringing out from the speakers. The image of Tooru getting tackled to the floor by Iwa conjured itself quickly and easily in your mind, the scenario playing out like those many times in the past.

“Iwa-chan, you brute!” was Tooru’s shrill cry.

It felt like the old times you spent together, teasing and joking around. Growing old but never growing up when you're with each other.

And there you were, dying with laughter somewhere in the background as Tooru and Iwa continued to wrestle it out.

Just like old times.

then • now  • next

[yuquinzel]

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🖇️ ：BYF !

i swear a lot, and i bully my friends a lot too but it’s all out of love lol. i make kys/kms jokes and if ur not comfortable w that then lmk! i post untagged spoilers. im also bad at interacting T_T im pretty much a very laid back person who doesn’t take most things srsly (on this site) and as long as you’re respectful we can get along :]

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basic dni criteria. clout chasers. if you spread hate and look for drama. if you're mdni then dni w me. honestly just be a decent human being and respect boundaries.

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[kiwanopie]

Charmer!Oikawa x Captive!reader

here’s my contribution to Kinktober (and also kind of a repost from an old blog) with a Villain Au ft the love of my life.

cw: coercion through hipnosis. dub/non-con elements. oral (f!receiving). Mafia elements. a little one sided infatuation from iwaizumi. minors do not interact.

He should’ve left when he found his office door closed, should’ve left when he saw all the lights were flickered off.

Turned on his heel when he caught view of that warm light peaking through the back room of his office, casting shadows - and bad omens. Maybe he should’ve stopped when he heard his voice. Whispering something sugary and cavity inducing. Should’ve figured the papers in his hand could’ve waited till tomorrow. - With the day he’s had it probably could’ve. After breaking his back being an errand boy for his best friend, forcing things that shouldn’t need forcing, and relocating this new addition to the Seijoh home. - His hands are coppery, bruised, and calloused. And if a ransacked office job should mean anything, three dead and one missing; he wouldn’t be too out of line to say that his services have been exhausted for the day.

Hajime’s shoes clack against polished hardwood as he pokes his head into his office, refracting that balmy sliver of light traversing ivory into carpet, and carpet into oak. - And knocks twice. No response. He moves deeper into his office as that sliver of light becomes all the more familiar.

“Boss, you-“

“-Taste so fucking good.” Tooru groans from the far side of his lounge. “You’re being so good for me, baby.”

“Please, I..” There’s a whimpering. A squelching. “Please stop, I… God I’m-…m’ gonna cum…”

There’s a distinct wet noise coming from the lounge as Hajime creeps forward, like slurping. Muffled hums and airy little whimpers that make his face hot. He knows what he’s doing. Knows he shouldn’t be doing it, at least this early into stealing you. But still, that doesn’t keep his jaw from clenching at what he finds as he reaches the doorway.

Anything he could see is obscured by Tooru’s head, but your legs are wide and just above his shoulders - and it’s his hands keeping them that way. Above him frayed bra straps fall down bitten shoulders, cups messily hung over your chest from rough fondling and even rougher shades of purple. Of a necklace of claim that keeps up your neck and stops right below your jaw - below swollen lips, glossy and bitten; and tears that drop off the side of your cheeks like glitters. He’s not stupid. He knows why the boss has such an obsession with you, he knows how pretty you are, how hard to resist. But the way you look now, eyes glossed over in a mix of ecstasy and confusion, panic and maybe even refusal. - He feels envious. Feels like he’d pay money to be where his boss is kneeling right now.

You finally find the strength to reach out to Tooru when Hajime catches your eye, fingers dazedly carding through his hair in an effort to stop him but he only moans in response.

“You have’ta stop…!” And it’s cut off by a moan that makes Haji’s fingers nearly break through the paper he’s holding. “Someone’s…mh- here…”

Tooru gets a few more licks in before he’s turning around, and Hajime gets a peek when he does.

You look appetizing.

“Hm? Oh.” He looks dazed, nearly as out of it as you do. “Leave it on the couch over there. I’ll get to it later.”

He’s already turning to dig in again when Hajime speaks up. “Are you sure… you should be doing that,” He nearly sputters. “So soon, I mean.”

Tooru looks at him blankly for a long second before fixing his expression with a smile.

It’s never a good thing to see him react like that.

Hajime redistributes the weight in his feet as Tooru goes back in again. Wet sounds of gluttonous slurping and smacking gives way to the hand reaching to spread you open, leaving room for him to lave you up and slide a finger - and then another inside. The sound you make in response nearly has him cumming in his pants and he’s sure Tooru, from so up close, isn’t faring any better.

Tooru pulls away again, this time not looking in his friend's direction. “What’s our good friend’s name, baby?”

“I don’t… please… don’t make me-“

“Come on, princess. What is it?”

His voice is warm and sweet, nearly enough to make the man standing at the far side of the room feel overstimulated. You croon at the sound of his voice, struggle a little and then crack! And when you do, moaning so prettily for the two of them; Hajime can barely stop himself from letting his eyes roll into his head.

It’s a broken gasp, sinfully. “Hajime..”

“Good girl.” Tooru’s voice is muffled when he asks again. “Say it again?”

“Ha-…Hajime!” You’re cumming. “Hajime!” You’re cumming.

Tooru groans as he eases you down with his mouth and fingers. Slowly pumping in and out as he lazily flattens his tongue up and down your clit until you’re twitching from overstimulation.

He breathes it out like it’s gospel. “God you’re so fucking hot.” Tooru nuzzles himself into your thigh. “I think I’m in love.”

Hajime didn’t even notice he’d started palming himself by the time Tooru finally stands to his feet. Dipping down to pull you in a deep kiss as he directs your hand to the erection straining against his thigh. You’re looking up at him like he’s god. Like you’re not even there. And a few more tears fall as the sound of his zipper cuts through the room.

Tooru looks back at Hajime and smirks, a friendly little thing that’s too innocent for what he’s about to say.

“There,” He pulls himself out of his pants. “It’s like we broke her in together.”

Hajime should feel disgusting about something like that, but he can’t. Not when his best friend is splitting you over his cock for the first time.

[robotkiyoomi]

Reverse Timelines - SakuOi

Unrequited love w/ SakuAtsu and IwaOi | Olympics Angsttt

Or Oikawa meets Kiyoomi on a balcony at the Olympics after party and gives some advice from one person who had been in the same situation to another and an odd friendship/connection forms.

==

“Kusa-kun,” a voice calls. Confused, Kiyoomi slowly turns towards the approaching stranger.

“Oikawa Toru,” He replies, brow furrowed. At a party like this, he can easily say that Oikawa is one of the last people he expected to see here.

“I hope you don't mind me stealing this hiding spot too for a bit,” Oikawa says, flashing a smile. Kiyoomi raises an eyebrow in question but lets the man join him at the railing. From what he can observe of the setter, something’s off. His usual ‘at ease’ mannerisms seem tense and forced, something Kiyoomi is all too familiar with in social situations. He also has to admit he is curious about the larger than life opponent.

“Congratulations on the win,” Kiyoomi says, if only to be polite.

“Thank you,” Oikawa responds, nodding and giving a tired smile. Kiyoomi can tell they are carefully studying each other even in this casual conversation, and significantly more so than the average person. Despite their opposite nature, they are both meticulously and silently observant of others. Oikawa is the type of setter to carefully assess everyone on and off the court. Setters, such as Kageyama, tend to lose all their attentiveness the moment they leave the court.

A familiar loud and bellowing laugh snags Kiyoomi’s attention and he looks back over his shoulder at Atsumu briefly before remembering his company. Oikawa’s watching him intently, head cocked slightly to the side, as Kiyoomi awkwardly clears his throat and returns his gaze forward. Neither of them speak for several seconds, and he’s starting to plot how he can leave this interaction ASAP, when Oikawa breaks the silence,

“I used to be like Atsumu-kun, and,” Oikawa starts, a sad tight smile on his face as he looks out at the skyline. Kiyoomi had honestly never given the setter much thought beyond his first outward appearance. Seeing Oikawa now, voice scratchy and hollow, as he tries to hold himself together, it makes a part of Kiyoomi’s heart hurt too. Feels himself reflected in Oikawa’s mannerisms right now a little too much. So, he lets the setter continue on whatever sudden story he has.

“You know, I always thought it would be Hajime and I in the end. That no matter what happened, or how much time passed, we were always meant to be it,” Oikawa pauses for a long moment, eyes closed as he composes himself before continuing.

“It seems so fucking stupid now.” Kiyoomi doesn’t know why he has the urge to deny that, he only officially met the man today and god knows he is not the comforting type.

“I was young and dumb. The world seemed so big and I was selfish, wanting it all. Wanting the most fame, the parties, the hook ups, everything. I felt fucking invincible in my early 20s.” Oikawa straightens and turns to look into the sea of people in the venue. Music, voices, and the occasional laugh can still be heard softly on the balcony. Kiyoomi follows Oikawa’s gaze and despite the crowd, knows exactly what it lands on. Who it lands on. Iwaizumi Hajime, who has his arm wrapped around his partner's waist and is smiling while talking to a group of people who look vaguely familiar.

“I ran out of time.” Oikawa says, and his voice sounds the most empty it's been all night.

“I got my shit together and worked on things and was planning to come back to confess again, make up for everything. But I was too late, he’d moved on long ago and is thinking about marriage with someone else.”

That was the thing about life, you couldn’t ever get time back or properly make up for it. We are always running out of time, chasing it until we die.

“So as someone who was Atsumu, the dopamine rushes don’t last. And the people like Iwaizumi,” Oikawa glances over and smiles. Kiyoomi is frozen in the story, his feelings a jumbled horrifying mess.

“They end up alright eventually. So it hurts like hell now, but there is a better future ahead.”

Oikawa Toru talked about what shattered him, something that he wasn’t sure that he would ever heal from without letting a single tear fall from his eyes.

“You’ll have a better future,” Kiyoomi says a bit awkwardly. Oikawa looked stunned for a moment at his words. He had never been great at deep conversations or emotions, and all this with a near stranger was an added challenge.

“You deserve that too.” Kiyoomi adds, finding his stride more.

“We are humans and make mistakes, especially growing up. It is so shitty that growth made the timelines not align with Iwaizumi-san but the growth is something to be proud of. I am someone who has had to go through a lot to grow and become the person I am today and it was fucking hard, but I’m proud of it,” Kiyoomi had been looking out at the stars while talking. The unspoken but understood default location to avoid eye contact when it was too hard to bear. His eyes met Oikawa’s now.

“I get the feeling you’re the same way.” Oikawa bites his bottom lip and tilts his head up to the sky in response to the words.

“Don’t punish yourself or your process for it. You made a mistake when you were young and hurt someone, we all do. But it’s just accepting the hard truth that life sucks sometimes.”

“Are you suggesting nihilism?” Oikawa says, breaking into his first smirk. Kiyoomi dead pans.

“No, idiot. I’m suggesting that you don’t blame yourself for everything and work with the shitty things to find the good.” Kiyoomi says. He’s talking instinctively, a very unnatural thing for him, and the words feel like a rant that has been shimmering inside. Oikawa, he decides, makes him entirely too rambly.

“Huh, when did you become so wise?” Oikawa asks, a teasing lilt to his tone. Kiyoomi shakes his head and goes back to lean against the railing.

“You’re the old one that came out here sharing the introspective wisdom,” He prods back.

“Losing the love of your life, does that to a person.” Oikawa responds, nudging his shoulder. The words stab him deeper than expected.

“I’m sorry,” Kiyoomi says quietly, unsure what prompts him to voice this.

“For what it’s worth, you seem like someone worth the wait. He’s missing out.”

Oikawa and Kiyoomi, both leaning against the railing in almost the same situation, feeling the same thing, but in opposite roles and inverse positions. As if picking up on this thought Oikawa says,

“It’s a little ironic and cruel that given the situation and timing, still neither of us is happy now.” Kiyoomi chuckles, but there's no humor in it. If history repeated itself, there would be no happy endings for everyone. Both pairs were all they would ever be to each other, and nothing more.

“It almost feels like a time travel movie, where I’m the old sad person coming to talk to you from the past to make sure you don’t hurt from my mistakes,” Oikawa says, eyes glinting suddenly. Kiyoomi wasn’t following.

“What?” He says, completely lost.

“I like aliens and outer space a lot. Time travels up there too.” Oikawa clarifies as if they’re casual friends hanging out and not spilling deep vulnerabilities after having just met. Kiyoomi stares at Oikawa blankly.

“After everything tonight, this is what you look at me like I’m crazy for?!” Oikawa exclaims, outraged. Kiyoomi can see the similarities in personality between Oikawa and Atsumu, so much so that they would either be best friends or despise each other with no inbetween. He can see how Oikawa carries himself with a more mature perspective, coming out here (away from the party and spotlight) to comfort a stranger.

Kiyoomi glances back to the party where he can instantly spot Atsumu. His hair is ruffled and his button up has been undone a few more buttons. Atsumu is in the center of the dance floor, where the most eyes are, pressed up behind a girl with a drink in one hand and his other on her waist. He’s peppering kisses up and down her neck as she moves her hips to the beat against his crotch. Atsumu’s cackle at the thought of being in a relationship with Kiyoomi plays in his mind and he looks away.

“Omg no, Omi and I would be a train wreck. Aren’t things supposed ta be fun and easy? Why would you want to force difficulty?” Atsumu had said, like Kiyoomi wasn’t also in the room and a human being.

“Does it really have to suck for both of us?” Kiyoomi asks, studying the side of Oikawa’s face. The setter's features look hauntingly majestic in the moonlight. He was truly gorgeous, there was no doubt about that.

“What do you mean?” Oikawa asks, brown eyes, a shade slightly lighter than the ones Kiyoomi was used to, meeting his own. The two setters were unnervingly similar, but Oikawa had years of growth that was noticeable if you looked carefully. Why couldn’t they all get happy endings? Oikawa certainly deserved one, and Kiyoomi desperately wanted to be put out of his misery too.

“Can I propose something that might sound insane?” Oikawa raised an eyebrow in confusion but gestured for Kiyoomi to continue. “Can I kiss you? Just once. Just to see if maybe, in this hell we’re both living in, there’s something there.” Kiyoomi asks. He knows this idea is dumb and probably unhealthy but there’s a tug he can’t deny to Oikawa. A connection he doesn’t feel with, really anyone.

Kiyoomi is 24, at the after part of his first olympics, and just spilled more information to a stranger than most of his friends in the last 15 minutes. So yeah, he was willing to take a crazy leap of faith for Oikawa Toru. The setter laughed, and it was an easy sound that Kiyoomi knew made others stop and stare.

“Yeah, you know what? I’m in.” Oikawa says, straightening up from the railing, still chuckling.

“I’m starting to think I make poor decisions around you,” Kiyoomi says, suppressing a smile and shaking his head in disapproval.

“Huh, you haven’t been the first to tell me that actually?” Oikawa says, carefully wrapping his arms around Kiyoomi’s neck, eyes looking for any sight of discomfort.

“Have you ever thought that you may be the problem then?” Kiyoomi prods, if only to calm the fluttering in his body. Oikawa turns his head in mock consideration.

“No, honestly, I don’t think that’s it.” He responds, shrugging. Kiyoomi laughs and tilts his head to brush their noses together. It could be so easy like this. It feels so easy like this.

“You sure?” Kiyoomi murmurs, one hand coming up to cup Oikawa’s cheek gently. Oikawa nods, the gesture making their lips brush momentarily.

“Never took you for a wimp,” Oikawa replies. Kiyoomi shakes his head with a mumbled ‘idiot’ before leaning in to the kiss.

There are many different types of kisses that happen at a party like this and Kiyoomi didn’t quite know what to expect from this one. He knew it wouldn’t be a sloppy makeout. After spilling depressing life stories he didn’t think either of them were in the mood for that. It could’ve been just a quick peck but ultimately that wouldn’t have been very telling. In reality the kiss felt so deeply intimate and vulnerable Kiyoomi wasn’t sure he had ever experienced something like this before. The feeling wasn’t in a way that was scary. No, it felt like being able to finally rest.

Kiyoomi caressed the brunette’s cheek one last time before pulling away. Oikawa made people feel at home but,

“I’m sorry, I can’t be Atsumu,” Oikawa says, shrugging. The kiss was objectively good, both in sync and skilled, but still not quite right.

“You don’t have to apologize,” Kiyoomi says honestly, and means it. There is no reason for him to be sorry at all.

“I know I can never be Iwaizumi for you,” Oikawa smiles softly and Kiyoomi smiles back.

“I think we’re going to be great friends Kiyo-kun,” Oikawa says, with no room for argument in his tone.

“We went from Kusa-kun to Kiyo-kun?” He asks.

“Yes, I think after everything I get the first name privilege,” Kiyoomi thought it might be weird after but they stood there with their foreheads pressed against each other, both laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. Just being together rather than alone made the weight they carried a little easier for a moment.

In his element, like this, honest, kind, and sincere Oikawa was someone you were safe with. While Atsumu’s life was full of precarious and uncertain circumstances, Oikawa was a solid force that showed up. Kiyoomi needed consistency in his life, he thrived off of that. So why couldn’t he separate Atsumu from the idea of Atsumu in his head even when faced with someone so clearly better for him?

“We are clearly both going through shit and I haven’t been to many places in Tokyo, you wanna get outta here and you can show me around?” Oikawa asks, eyes narrowing as if he could tell the direction the spikers' thoughts had gone.

“Yeah, why not.” Kiyoomi agrees, because not only one but two perfect men were put in his life but placed just out of reach.

—

Atsumu goes to take a sip of his drink and comes back empty. He’s sweating from all the bodies pressed together, so he excuses himself to get a refill from the bar.

“I’m going to get another drink,” He says, in the girl's ear as he brushes her hair back.

“Come back after,” she says as she grinds her ass back hard on all the right places.

“Of course babygirl,” Atsumu says, meeting her motions to seek out friction for a moment before weaving his way out of the crowd. Damn he loved the Olympics. A get together of horny athletes happy to never see each other again.

While the bartender makes his drink he leans his back against the bar, looking out at the sea of faces. He notices a balcony he didn't see before and spots a familiar figure looking out at the night sky. Sakusa. Unsurprising as this event sounds like his personal hell. Sakusa turns so his back is no longer toward Atsumu and his lips are moving. Atsumu moves a few steps to the left to get a better view of the balcony and is surprised to see someone who looks like Oikawa Toru in conversation with Sakusa. Unlike Sakusa, Oikawa seems like someone who would be at the party flaunting the medal and not hidden away outside.

Atsumu hates surprises, hates not knowing things, that’s why it feels like a kick to the gut when he sees Sakusa and Oikawa kiss. The kiss isn’t a heated or sloppy make out; it's meaningful and intimate. Touch adverse Sakusa has Oikawa’s cheek cupped with one hand, his thumb stroking gently. Oikawa has both arms wrapped around Omi’s neck, fingers playing with the black curls idly. The kiss hasn’t stopped. Omi allowed it, and was continuing it. Something akin to heartburn makes Atsumu feel physically sick, his body rejecting what he’s experiencing.

When the kiss finally stops, they pull back to rest their foreheads against each other. Something about the sincerity of their actions paralyzes Atsumu. Neither have drinks, they are purposely and consciously choosing this. Laughing like the party isn’t there.

“Miya-san,” A voice says, breaking Atsumu from his thoughts. He turns to see the bartender holding out a drink

—

Hajime honestly had no clue what the group's conversation was currently about. His eyes scanned the crowd looking for Oikawa. Not that he would admit it, but he had thought the setter would be hovering around like he used to. Secretly Hajime’s heart was so full with pride for his best friend’s win today. Secretly, the lack of appearances had him aimlessly looking around all night.

“Isn’t that right Hajime,” Akira says next to him, placing a wet kiss on his cheek. Snapping back into the conversation he nods, in agreement to who knows what. He can see the tight lipped smile she shoots him, telling him that his zone out isn't as subtle as he thought. Hajime gives an apologetic smile and fixes his sagging arm around her waist.

“Sorry, have you seen Oikawa?” Hajime asks the first teammate of his he spots. The middle block takes a moment to understand his poor pronunciation.

“No, last I heard he had gone out to get some air about 40 minutes ago.” Emil responds, thankfully in english.

Hajime halts in time to see Oikawa kiss Sakusa Kiyoomi. At first Hajime squints to make sure he isn’t seeing things because that combination doesn’t make sense in the best of times let alone a party where they gravitate towards polar opposites. Oikawa has had partners in the past, Hajime has met a fair few of them, but none of them had been serious. Volleyball had captured Oikawa’s heart since he was a kid and no one and nothing else could compete. His friend had never seemed too bummed about the short flings and hookups and Hajime had assumed that was all he wanted. This kiss was different. He had seen enough kisses, kissed enough people, and more importantly knew Oikawa Toru enough to see the gentle intimacy in the exchange. It wasn’t a sloppy party make out, Oikawa had calculated every outcome like he does with volleyball and chose to kiss Sakusa. Chose to wrap his arms around the taller spiker and smile in between the kisses. Sakusa’s hands came up to cup both of the setters' cheeks so carefully.

Hajime watched them laugh, foreheads pressed together, exchanging whispered words. Oikawa was like a star, so fucking bright and streaking across the galaxy. He couldn’t be contained, kept, or had. He was brilliant, annoying, cocky, loyal, and kind. No one got to be with Toru, he would only slip through your fingers; but here was Sakusa, physically holding Oikawa, and Oikawa was looking at him like no one else.

Iwaizumi Hajime knew he would never be able to keep up with Oikawa Toru, that eventually he’d slip out of reach, and he was okay with that because he’s been able to run beside him for over 2 decades. He’ll continue to run with everything in him to stay there until his lungs give out. Yet he thought that the transition would be slow, like the sand falling in an hourglass. Oikawa would drift away and Hajime would get used to this – be able to prepare himself for this. He didn’t get to in the end.

—

Tbc? Fin? That’s up to you.

[rosesakura]

Hi hi!!! For ao3 wrapped:

3, 6, 12, 16, 18, 19, 20, 29, and/or 30! I wanna know everything about your writing lmao, sorry if I went overboard I’m just very curious!!

I literally love you

obligatory under the cut note because I am 99% Julie is the only one who wants to read this rambling lmfao

3 -- what work are you most proud of?

I fucking wish I could say my whumptober collection but we all know I massively failed at that so :)

I actually haven't written much this year so a lot of this is going to be repetitive lmfao I am actually proud of the progress I made on the stars are already dead because it's such a heavy topic to write about (cathartic for me, but also heavy) and for a while, I was updating pretty frequently.

6 -- favourite title you used

okay so I do actually love the the stars are already dead title because I think that it illustrates Oikawa's overwhelming sadness and depression. the thought process was playing on his connection to the stars and how he was always so excited by the vastness and awesomeness of space but now it seems so insignificant to him and he no longer has that kind of appreciation. also people would probably say he's a star athlete and so he's "already dead" because of being so numb because of his sister. I put a lot of thought into that title, actually!

12 -- how many WIPs do you have in your docs for next year?

LMFAO dude you are not ready. there's also a difference between wips I have started and which ones I actually aim to post and/or finish next year. for haikyuu, specifically? I think I have maybe 10? they include finishing tsaad, some more zombie background, mermaid AUs, and a new fic I don't think I've talked to you about before 👀

if I am including potential other fandoms, it's, uhh.... way more lol got a lot of fire emblem on my mind, specifically sylvix and casphardt, potentially some octopath? maybe some outlander! I am ambitious but I have no time lol

16 -- what's your most common "Additional tags" used?

protective *insert character name here* lol I am but a simple lady who just wants to feel safe. also hurt/comfort and emotional hurt/comfort

18 -- the character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

fucking YURI from fire emblem, god. he is impossible and part of the reason i lost my motivation for whumptober -.- Oikawa has also been a bit of a bitch for me this year, but I think that has ore to do with the fact that he is very severely depressed so it is altering the way I would usually write him. not impossible but has slowed me down a bit and stressed me out about being too ooc.

19 -- what's one pairing you want to explore next year?

I have so many tbh I am garbage. I have alwaaaaays wanted to try writing Tanaka/Kiyoko and I Will force myself to try that out sometime soon. also love Kyoutani/Yahaba and think they could be fun! I have also never written a poly ship before and have an idea for bokuakakuroken !

other pairings for other fandoms include (potentially) Todoroki/Momo, Claire/Jamie, Link/Zelda (haven't touched them for YEARS), and some older fire emblem games, perhaps Leo/Sakura, who I wrote my very first fic about.

20 -- which work of yours have you reread the most?

ones I haven't publish yet. LOL okay um here:

all the sylvix chapters from reach for my hand (oops I love them), demons at daybreak, soft silver kisses, and chapters 15-28 of Unravel (special attention to 23 because I am always in need of Daisuga)

I like to read my oneshots a lot because I am very low on time and energy, or I'll read parts to try and inspire me or make connections when writing another chapter

29 -- favourite line/passage you wrote this year?

I had to go hunting for this one. but it's from chapter 11 on tsaad and I think you commented on it too. I was so pleased with the whole interaction between Iwaizumi and Takeru and almost made myself cry rereading it today lol

"And it was in that moment that Iwaizumi truly understood: Takeru needed to talk about them. Iwaizumi and Oikawa had both been careful not to mention either of his parents, too worried about upsetting him. But Takeru wanted, probably even needed, to talk about them. After all, one of the ways the dead stay alive is through the lives of others, through their pictures, their memories, their stories, never truly fading from the earth as long as someone carries them in their heart."

also thought I'd post this lil snippet of an unpublished fic because i really like my idea for it :)

“Do you know what the worst part is?”

Kuroo snapped his mouth shut and swallowed sharply, scared to hear about the worst part.

Kenma drifted closer to him, close enough that he was nearly pressed against the glass. From this close, Kuroo could see the pain in his eyes, easily see the marks and cuts left over from his group’s poking and prodding.

“I thought that, out of everyone here, you would be the one person who wouldn’t hurt me or wouldn’t let anything bad happen. And I shouldn’t feel good with you here. But I do.”

Despite the positive note that Kenma’s sentence ended with, Kuroo couldn’t handle it. Kenma was right; he shouldn’t feel good with Kuroo here because Kuroo did let them hurt him. He had been so positive he’d be able to keep Kenma relatively safe. He had failed in the one thing he promised to do.

“I know,” he managed to choke out, glancing away when Kenma pressed his hand against the glass of the tank. “I know, I know I fucked up. I just came to check on you. I’ll go.”

“Aren’t you listening to me,” he snapped. “I don’t want you to.”

30 -- biggest surprise while writing this year?

that it's hard to do when you have a full time job. :) I'm always surprised when people like my writing tbh. i know that sounds bleh but it's true! especially with tsaad, it's a very personal and very sad story so to see people react to it so positively is a beautiful surprise <3

[ryvrr]

where only you remain, chapter two

[AO3 LINK] Fandom: Haikyuu!! Chapters: 2/? Pairing: Iwaoi (Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru) Words: 5,697 Summary: One moment, the world is whole. It’s chaotic and war torn, but it’s still there, it still exists. The next, you wake up two hundred years in the future and everything has been ripped out of your cold, cryogenically frozen fingers. Notes: so i’ve decided chapters will be posted every two weeks. i had this one done last weekend, and i was going to hold onto it so i could get a head start on the next one, but!! guess what!! i got super sick, so that didn’t happen. next update will be on january 13th. please look forward to it! reblogs, comments, and likes are all appreciated. hope you enjoy~

[Read Chapter One HERE!]

Diamond City was not a difficult settlement to find, not when you put your mind to it. Iwaizumi had not fully decided to follow the lead until the afternoon of the next day. He’d allowed it to simmer in the back of his thoughts while he assisted in expanding the garden with Suga and Daichi. Suga did not bring it up again, but he glanced periodically at Iwaizumi as if to ask what are you still doing here?

Finally, after another night had passed, Iwaizumi made his decision. He would go to Diamond City. It was the only lead he had at the moment, even if it wasn’t one about Shoichi at all. It still might lead him in the right direction all the same. He could leave no stone unturned.

He packed up his things again and exited his old house with Minako. Codsworth offered to tag along-- as he did every time Iwaizumi swung through and left-- but he declined. Atsuto was enough of a companion. Iwaizumi didn’t think he had enough mental fortitude to keep up conversation with the robot. He was still tired, even after months had passed since he’d been chewed up and spat out into this decimated land.

“I’ll see you when I come back through,” Iwaizumi told Codsworth. The robot had no facial expressions, but his voice hinted at displeasure when he replied in the affirmative. Iwaizumi shrugged that off and swung his bag onto his shoulders. “Come on, boy,” he called to the dog, and they departed.

There was a lot of wandering for the first few days. The radio and Atsuto were his only constant companions, the dog barking periodically to mark interesting things on their path. On one memorable occasion, Atsuto trotted back to him with a rocket launcher clenched between his teeth.

“Holy shit,” Iwaizumi cursed as he shot forward to rescue it. “How the hell did you even-- no, nevermind. I don’t want to know. Thanks, boy.”

A travelling trade was the one who finally got him going in the right direction. “It’s thatta way,” the man said gruffly as Iwaizumi handed over bottle caps for more ammunition. “Can’t miss it. Too fuckin’ huge. There’s a lot of Super Mutants surrounding it, though, so be careful.”

Iwaizumi thanked him, before he left. Super Mutants, another thing he hadn’t known the existence of and would probably find out about the hard way. Hopefully they weren’t as tough as Deathclaws.

His first impression of Diamond City was colored by the man yelling outside of the closed gate. “Open the gate, Reon!” he complained into the speaker nearby. “This isn’t funny! I have to get back in there, you know. I live there!”

“They said not to let you back in, Oikawa,” replied who Iwaizumi assumed to be Reon. He sounded sheepish and frazzled. “The Mayor, you know, he wasn’t too happy with you for writing that article. Anyway, I can’t do it! I have orders, and it’s my job and all.”

“Your job!?” Oikawa screeched. Iwaizumi glanced around warily as he approached. There was no one around to threaten them, but it was probably not a good idea for this Oikawa to be so loud. Iwaizumi had only been in this apocalyptic landscape for a handful of months, but noises could draw the ire of the environment faster than anything else. “You have to keep me out because of one measly article!? Reon, let me back in, this is my home!”

“It wasn’t measly, Oikawa,” Reon sighed. “The mayor said your article was all lies and we shouldn’t let you back in. You’re a danger to the city.”

“A d-danger--” Oikawa sputtered off, and wide eyes finally landed on Iwaizumi. There was a pause as he seemed to acknowledge his presence and mull it over, then he snapped his fingers as if a thought had just occurred to him. “Oh!” he whispered. “You want into the city, right? Ah! O-one second, just… play along.” He winked and placed one finger over his lips, his tongue stuck out playfully.

Iwaizumi had no way to respond. Most of the people he had met out here were tense and solemn, but Oikawa seemed… different. Iwaizumi wasn’t sure how to explain it, not even to himself. Atsuto sat down next to them and wagged his tail excitedly.

“Wooow!” Oikawa gasped loudly as his hands flew up to cover his mouth. “A trader from up north!? Gee, you have so much stuff to sell here, huh? That’s a lot of supplies!” Oikawa screwed up his face as if in consternation. “Man, it’d be too bad if they didn’t let you in, huh? That’s enough to stock us for a whole month!” Oikawa held up a hand when Iwaizumi opened his mouth as if to respond. “Reon, you gonna let us in or what? Or else you’re the one who has to explain to Aone why we passed up all these supplies!”

A heavy sigh hung in the air for a moment before Reon spoke. “Fine,” he said. “Just-- yeah, fine, give me a second and I’ll open it, Oikawa. Geez.”

The gate opened and Oikawa turned back to Iwaizumi with a bright smile. “Thanks for your help,” he said. “That was a tough situation. Glad you showed up.”

“Happy to help,” Iwaizumi said with a deadpan expression. Oikawa squinted at him and then laughed. Iwaizumi blinked owlishly as Oikawa grinned at him.

“Yeah,” he replied. “You look like a real helpful guy.” He tipped his head toward where the gate now stood open. “Come on! Diamond City awaits.” Iwaizumi followed him in. There was a man already there, expression thunderous.

“Who let you back in!?” His glare was all for Oikawa. Iwaizumi stood slightly behind the taller man, his face grim and brows drawn together. He had no idea what had happened, besides a mentioned article and the mayor being angry. Kicking someone out of their home without a word seemed a bit… much, but what did Iwaizumi know? “Don’t you think you’ve caused enough harm, Oikawa?”

“Mmmm,” Oikawa said and tapped his lower lip, looked up at the ceiling as if to search for the answer. “Nope! Not just yet. There’s still plenty more to be done, I think.”

“Next, I’m going to scrap your entire newspaper, break your damn printing press,” the man yelled. “You’re more trouble than you’re worth!”

Oikawa whirled to Iwaizumi, who startled backward a step at the look on his face. “What do you think about this, newcomer? The great Mayor of Diamond City, threatening our freedoms and liberties!”

“I… have no idea what either of you are talking about,” he admitted. “Though I don’t think it’s fair to just kick someone out of their home.”

Oikawa turned back to the mayor. “See? Not fair!”

“What’s not fair is you stirring up trouble every two seconds,” the mayor replied tersely. “Your damn newspaper is a waste--”

Oikawa scoffed. “Do you think it’s a waste?” he asked Iwaizumi brightly. “The truth has to be spread somehow, you know. Oh, but you don’t look like much of a reader. Maybe you’ve never even seen my newspaper! Maybe you don’t even know how to read.” Iwaizumi saw Oikawa’s lips twist into a smirk as he winked his way.

“I know how to read,” Iwaizumi stated, “but no, I’ve never read your paper.”

“You’re really missin’ out,” Oikawa told him simply without an inkling of humbleness. “But don’t you think the press is important?”

Iwaizumi frowned as he mulled it over a moment, but there wasn’t much to think about. “I support it,” he agreed. No reason to lie. It was good to have all sides of an argument.

“Sorry Oikawa dragged you into this,” the mayor simpered. “You seem like just the sort of person we need here in Diamond City. What brought you here?”

“My son,” Iwaizumi said. “He’s missing, and I’m searching for him.”

The mayor’s face settled into a carefully blank mask. Iwaizumi’s eyes narrowed, but… that wasn’t cause for concern, was it? “I’m sorry I can’t be of more help,” he told Iwaizumi, “but I’m sure there are other citizens in Diamond City who might be able to. Feel free to ask one of them. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” He paused and glared Oikawa’s way. “The next time you step out of line, Oikawa, you and that nephew of yours are out of Diamond City,” and then he was gone.

Oikawa heaved a heavy, dramatic sigh. “Well, that could have gone better, but it could have gone worse!” he said cheerfully. He whirled around to face Iwaizumi again. “I’m Oikawa Tooru.”

“Iwaizumi Hajime,” Iwaizumi replied.

“You should check in with the detective here in town,” Oikawa told him. “You helped me get back in, so why not give you a little push, huh? His name is Akaashi Keiji. He’s really good at finding things, and I’m sure he’d lend a hand if you asked him. Or paid, more like. You have caps, right?” Oikawa’s eyes shot up and down Iwaizumi.

“I’ve got caps,” Iwaizumi said tersely.

Oikawa nodded. “After that!” He paused and tapped his lower lip, his tongue poking out. “Come see me? I have an office near the entrance of Diamond City, and I’d love to talk to you some more. You seem real interesting, Iwaizumi.” He threw a quick wink over his shoulder. “I think you’d make a real interesting interview! Think about it!” Then he was gone too, trotting off further into the depths of Diamond City.

“Like hell I will,” Iwaizumi grumbled.

It took awhile for Iwaizumi to find Akaashi Keiji’s detective agency. By the time he did, the sun had already set ages ago and it was closed. He shrugged it off. He could go back tomorrow. For now, he turned around and decided to search around for a place to spend the night. He was sure they would have somewhere he could pay some caps and get a room, or at least a section of relatively clean floor to curl up on. It would be much better than camping out on his own with only Atsuto as a guard.

Speaking of, his dog barked excitedly and wagged his tail whenever someone even so much as glanced their way. There were a lot of people here, more than at Sanctuary, and the dog seemed excited for pets. People chose mostly to ignore him, but some looked longingly as if they wanted to approach but were worried they’d get reprimanded for it.

He eventually did find somewhere to bed down for the night. It was a little more expensive than he wanted to pay, but… well, it was better than going outside of Diamond City and finding someplace. He had been warned about Super Mutants. He had a feeling he did not want to meet one in the dark of the night while half awake.

“Never seen you around here before,” the barkeep told him conversationally as he paid. Iwaizumi looked at him politely and raised a brow. “We mostly get regulars. You know, merchants and stuff coming into town and needing a room.”

“Guess I’m not one of those,” Iwaizumi replied. He definitely did not look like one. “An adventurer, more like.”

“An adventurer?” The man hummed to himself in thought. “That sounds way more interesting than some asshole who just wanders the wastes.”

Iwaizumi shrugged. “That fits me too, I guess,” he replied.

“I’m Matsukawa,” the barkeep introduced. Iwaizumi had not asked. He wondered if he just had one of those faces, ones that endeared him to people. There were a lot of them who approached and told Iwaizumi their whole life story, it seemed, before he could have ever even thought to ask for it.

“Iwaizumi,” he said, because he was sure Matsukawa probably expected an answer.

“Have you ever been to Diamond City before?” Matsukawa polished a glass that was probably a lost cause, it was so old and grimy, but Iwaizumi did not have the heart to let him know that. “You could have been here before, I guess, and never needed a place to stay. Shouldn’t have assumed.”

“No, you’re right,” Iwaizumi said. “I’ve never been here before. I came here looking for leads on a missing person.”

“Ah, so you’re looking for Akaashi,” Matsukawa replied with a short nod. “We get a lot of people who ask about him, now.”

“He’s a detective, right? I suppose he’d get a lot of work here in the wastes. People go missing.”

“Mm,” Matsukawa agreed. “Especially with all the Super Mutants around, and the raiders. People get kidnapped or killed whenever they leave the city for even a short errand.”

Atsuto whined. Iwaizumi looked down at him to see him peering up with plaintitive eyes. “Oh,” he mumbled, “I guess I should feed and water him. Thanks for the hospitality.” Matsukawa waved him off, and Iwaizumi figured that meant their conversation was over. He nodded his head before he picked up his pack, slid off the barstool, and headed to find the room he’d been given for the night.

The next day found him in the agency at a loss. “What do you mean he’s missing?” Iwaizumi asked. “A detective who searches for missing people goes missing himself?”

Akaashi’s secretary looked nonplussed. “I don’t know,” she admitted. Her fingers came up to tuck a dark strand of hair behind her ear. “Do you want to find him enough? Maybe you can find him.”

This was his life now. If he wanted to take one step forward, he had to take two back and reroute completely. It was always avoiding obstacles and going roundabout ways to get to where he needed to be. Nothing was ever simple in Iwaizumi Hajime’s life. “I guess I’ll do that,” he sighed. “Do you have any idea where he last was? Was he looking for someone?”

The woman tilted her head as she thought about it, her eyes turned heavenward. “There was a girl who was kidnapped,” she said slowly. “He said he would go check where the gang was that he thought she had been taken by. That’s a few blocks outside of Diamond City. I’m sure you can find it.” Not much to go on, but Iwaizumi supposed it was more than if she had just set him loose without anything.

It had been a bitch to get in and find the detective, though. There were way more mobsters than he had thought there would be, but nowhere near as many as when he’d taken out that old raider group for the Minutemen. It was a hassle, but not impossible. By the time he found Akaashi, Iwaizumi realized that his assistant had left out one key fact.

“You’re not… human,” Iwaizumi stated bluntly. He had never seen someone like Akaashi before. His eyes were too bright of a green to be real, almost glowing, and while his skin looked like it was supposed to mimic human, there were some tears and holes in it that showed wiring underneath.

“Astute observation,” Akaashi told him dryly. Iwaizumi felt a little bad for a moment. He probably got that reaction a lot. “Thank you for coming to my aid.”

“No problem,” Iwaizumi mumbled. He rubbed the back of his neck and ignored the flush that creeped up into his face. Tan skin or not, he always tended to get red rather easily. He hated it. “I guess we should get out of here before reinforcements come.”

“You are filled with sharp ideas,” Akaashi said, but there was a hint of amusement in the words, so Iwaizumi did not feel insulted. They headed out of the room, Akaashi bringing up the rear with Atsuto in the lead. The dog was rather sharp, himself. He always seemed to know when quiet was needed and never barked during tense moments.

“What happened anyway?” Iwaizumi asked after they took out the first slew of mobsters. Akaashi scoffed in disgust, but did not answer right away. Iwaizumi didn’t press. He figured the… robot? No, he had heard the word while in Diamond City. He was sure Akaashi was a synth, one of those creations that replaced humans, but he seemed less like one stealthily made and more like one that was supposed to be known as a robot. Was he a robot? Or was that an insult? Iwaizumi felt at a loss. He had no idea what was okay to say and what wasn’t. He made a mental note to ask Suga. He seemed like someone who would calmly explain these sorts of things to him.

“I was ambushed,” Akaashi said when Iwaizumi and he were over halfway out of the vault. “I had thought the girl had been kidnapped, but I had been… mistaken. She had left of her own volition. She’s in a relationship with the boss of the gang, Tanaka Ryunosuke.”

“Ah,” Iwaizumi said as the picture became clear. “Not the… best person to run off with.”

“Tanaka isn’t as bad as that,” Akaashi admitted, but it sounded like it took a lot out of him to say the words. “It’s the reason I have never cared one way or another about his gang running around out here. For the most part, they don’t do anything bad and they stay out of the way of people who don’t deserve the hassle. When this happened… I had thought, perhaps, Tanaka had gone rogue and thrown his skewed, odd morals out the window. However, I was mistaken. Tanaka felt it an insult when I tried to take back his… girlfriend by force, and so I was locked up to stew over my actions.” Iwaizumi had a feeling those were Tanaka’s words. “I have a feeling Tanaka will not appreciate us decimating half of his gang, however.”

“I guess I’ll tell him sorry and hope he accepts the apology,” Iwaizumi sighed. The men had probably come out guns ablazing because they had no idea who Iwaizumi was, or why he had broken into their Vault. He actually sort of felt bad now. Perhaps the men had not been so bad. He didn’t think he killed most of them, only incapacitated. He had been intent on rescuing Akaashi, not creating a bloodbath. Perhaps that would work in their favor.

“From here on out, we will simply try to knock them out,” Akaashi replied. “I noted the few bodies we passed that you took care of while searching for me, quite a few of them were not dead. I suppose Tanaka will not be quite as cross as if you’d have killed them.”

“That’s what I’m hoping,” Iwaizumi admitted.

Tanaka had been annoyed, but not full blown angry. They ran into him when they were almost out of the Vault. “You know,” he said conversationally with a shake of his head, “you really fucked up my security.”

“I apologize,” Iwaizumi said neutrally. “I had only meant to find Akaashi and bring him back to Diamond City.”

Tanaka held a finger out and wagged it in his direction. “Rude,” he said, but a moment later he shrugged it off. “Oh, whatever, are you cooled down now, Akaashi?” His eyes shifted to the synth next to Iwaizumi. “You look like you’ve calmed down.”

“I was never angry,” Akaashi replied shortly. “You presumed.”

Tanaka laughed. “Of course I did! You had that look you get, the one where you’re annoyed!” He turned toward the girl who stood next to him. “Didn’t he, babe? He had it. I know he did and I didn’t imagine it!”

“He did,” she replied with a quick nod. Her lips were tilted into a genuine smile.

“I had been mistaken in my belief that Amanai had been taken against her will--”

“Tanaka would never--”

“Why, I oughta-- !” Tanaka started to yell.

“Perhaps you did not hear the first part, but I was mistaken,” Akaashi repeated loudly over their shouts. “I apologize.”

“Oh,” Amanai murmured. “Well, that’s fine then!” Her smile was friendly as she patted Tanaka gently on the arm. “It was just a misunderstanding, Ryunosuke.”

“Tch,” he muttered, but then seemed to physically shrug the weight of the accusation off his shoulders. “Well, I’ll give you a headstart!” His voice brightened into a chipper grin and he jerked his thumb behind him. “You got ten seconds to run outta here before we hunt you down! I woulda given you only five, but since Akaashi is an old friend…”

“Good evening,” Iwaizumi said and then headed in a brisk jog for the Vault doors, Akaashi right behind him. There were no more hiccups the entire way back to Diamond City. They evaded some raiders holed up in an old store, and Akaashi managed to keep up with the quick clip Iwaizumi held all the way back. Tanaka didn’t try to hunt them down even after the ten seconds were up, and Iwaizumi had a hunch he had only said that for a reason not to fight them. “He wasn’t all that bad,” Iwaizumi muttered aside to Akaashi as they approached the city gates.

“Typically he’s not,” Akaashi agreed. “He keeps to himself, and only fights other nasty things, like raiders and super mutants.”

“Akaashi!” Reon greeted them as they entered. “We thought you were gone for good this time. It’s been days. Kiyoko’s been worried about having to close up shop on you if you never returned.”

“Thank you,” Akaashi greeted politely. “I will let her know immediately that I’ve returned.” He kept walking and Iwaizumi followed along behind, nodded his head at Reon when he waved a little in greeting.

They didn’t speak again until they reached Akaashi’s agency. His assistant-- the newly dubbed Kiyoko-- looked relieved as he entered. “I was worried the worst had happened,” she murmured and her smile was soft, but there. Her eyes went to Iwaizumi and she nodded her thanks to him. “I suppose it’s you we have to thank for finding him.”

Akaashi went to his seat and settled into it, turning to consider Iwaizumi. “Yes,” he answered Kiyoko. “I don’t believe we ever properly introduced ourselves. I imagine you are aware I am Akaashi Keiji, the detective for this agency?” Iwaizumi nodded. “May I inquire as to my rescuer’s name?”

“Iwaizumi Hajime,” he answered politely.

“You are seeking someone? That would be the reason you sought me out.”

“My son,” Iwaizumi said. “He was taken from me.”

“Ah,” Akaashi sighed. He nodded his head sharply. “It would perhaps be best if you started from the beginning.” He motioned to a seat across from him, the one Kiyoko had abandoned to go work on paperwork in the backroom. “If you don’t mind?”

Iwaizumi seated himself and did just that.

Awhile later, once the whole story had been laid out and Akaashi was now caught up to the present, he nodded his head. “I see,” he hummed. One hand came up so that his chin could rest on it as he stared off into the distance in deep thought. “I believe I could help you. I will need several days, if you are amenable? I will send word for you. Is there somewhere you are presently staying?”

“That bar with the spare rooms,” Iwaizumi replied, “and when I’m not there, I’m in a settlement called Sanctuary. I’ll try to stick around Diamond City for now, though, so it’s easier to find me. I’m sure I can find some work to do to keep me busy.”

Akaashi nodded. “You do seem rather handy to have around,” he agreed. “There are plenty around who might have need of services such as yours. Very well. I will begin a preemptive search and get back to you.”

And with that, Iwaizumi was dismissed.

He originally had no intention of finding Oikawa again.

Iwaizumi managed to keep himself busy for the first two days. Akaashi had been right. There were plenty of people about Diamond City who needed random things done for them and would pay him in gear and bottlecaps to do it. He cleared out a couple raider hotspots, found a few missing items left outside of the city limits, and even helped to escort a trader who needed to go to another nearby settlement.

So he was busy enough, really, that he should not have even had a spare moment to think of brown eyes and a sly smirk. He should not have thought about Oikawa, who had been merely a blip on his radar when he’d arrived in Diamond City, and yet--

And yet--

It was no secret where the newspaper Oikawa ran was. There was a young boy just outside of it, hawking the paper and attempting to drum up more sales. He looked at Iwaizumi with narrowed eyes as he approached. “You’re that guy Tooru talked about the other day,” he said. “I thought he lied, ya know, about you comin’ by!”

Iwaizumi did not know how to handle Oikawa having mentioned him. “I guess he didn’t,” he replied.

“Huh.” The kid looked him up and down, a look of skeptical disbelief on his face. “I heard you took out a whole raider group outside the city,” he said conversationally. Iwaizumi nodded, and the kid whistled in admiration. “Wow, mister. Tooru’s gonna be real happy to talk to you after that. You’ve got half the city abuzz!”

“He inside?” Iwaizumi asked and jerked his thumb toward the little shack the newspaper was based out of. The boy nodded and stepped aside to let Iwaizumi approach the front door. He knocked raptly and opened the door a moment later to step inside. “Oikawa?”

There was a sudden outburst of movement as Oikawa squawked and came flying out of another room. “You!” he cried out in joy as he pointed wildly at Iwaizumi. “You know, it’s rude to keep a cute guy waiting, Iwaizumi! I invited you here ages ago, and you only just now show up?”

“I had things to do,” Iwaizumi replied dryly. “A life. You should try it out, sometime.”

Oikawa scoffed, then waved his hand as if to shoo away such trivial things. “So are you here for an interview!?” he asked excitedly. He slapped one closed hand into the open palm of the other. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to keep yourself away! I’m a very enigmatic personality and all.” Oikawa nodded to himself in agreement. “Mmhm, that must be it. Now!” He threw his arms out dramatically and motioned toward a chair near a desk overflowing with papers and writing utensils. “Please, have a seat in my office.”

“What do you want to know?” Iwaizumi grumbled. He had no idea what Oikawa could even find so interesting about him. Oikawa had no idea about the details of the Vault, or that Iwaizumi came from two hundred years in the past. So what else was there about Iwaizumi Hajime that he could find so interesting? He took the seat with no other complaint and stared Oikawa down as he pulled up another chair to perch on.

“Well,” Oikawa said with a sigh and a gesture, “I know you’re a Vault dweller. The whole get up and the suit, the Pip-Boy, et cetera. How was that for you? How did that treat you? Why did you leave?” Oikawa leaned forward and now he had a little notebook in his hands, his eyes keen and lit up with interest.

“It was…” What was he supposed to say? “I wouldn’t know.”

“Oh,” Oikawa said. “Did you steal the suit?”

“No, Vault-Tec gave it to me themselves,” Iwaizumi replied. “I was a resident of a Vault, but…”

“But?”

There really was no way around this. Honesty was perhaps the best policy in this situation. “The Vault was made to test the effects of freezing people for years on end,” Iwaizumi explained. “I have no idea what living in a Vault would be like, because there was no living being done in the one I was in.” Iwaizumi shrugged. “Sorry. That’s probably boring to write abou--”

“You were frozen!?” Oikawa whispered. The excitement had not left his eyes. If anything, it had only doubled at this revelation. “How long were you frozen? When did they freeze you?”

“When the bombs went off during the war,” Iwaizumi replied.

There was a heavy silence. Oikawa appeared to have stopped breathing. His eyes were trained on Iwaizumi, and they were wide, his face pale. “When the bombs went off… during the war?” He seemed to want to confirm this. Iwaizumi nodded. “The war… that happened over two hundred years ago?”

“Yes,” Iwaizumi said.

“You’re telling me… you’re over two hundred years old?” Oikawa appeared to have hit the lottery. His eyes practically glittered. His lips spread into a huge smile. “You were alive before the nuclear fallout? You were alive back during the war!?”

“Uh,” Iwaizumi mumbled. “Yeah.”

“This is amazing. I’m having an interview with a great, great, great grandfather, holy shit,” Oikawa breathed. Iwaizumi was not sure how he felt about being called any sort of grandfather, but… “The Man Out of Time,” Oikawa declared dramatically. “Oh, and you’re searching for your lost son! This piece is going to be eaten directly out of the palm of my hand, Iwaizumi.”

“Glad I could help?” Iwaizumi had no idea what was going on at this point.

“Now, one last thing,” Oikawa said. He looked at Iwaizumi seriously, and his eyes lost their excited gleam. The entire look on his face shifted into a solemn one, and it almost was enough to give Iwaizumi whiplash. “As someone who has lost their son, what would you say to the Commonwealth who are also dealing with matters like this? Those who are too scared to do anything, to go against what could possibly be a bigger issue, taking their loved ones away from them.”

Iwaizumi felt like he had been put on the spot. What would he say…? He had no idea what to say to himself, half of the time, when he got lost in thoughts of his son. “It…” Iwaizumi paused and frowned, his brows furrowed together in thought. “It never gets easier,” he stated firmly. “There will be days that you wish you could… I don’t know, give up. Days where you wish you could take the easy route, and forget, or… but you can’t. Out there, somewhere, is your loved one. You can’t give up on them. They need you.”

Oikawa nodded as he jotted down notes, his hand flying rapidly across the page as his messy handwriting scrawled out little anecdotes for himself. “Right, right,” Oikawa said. “That’s very powerful, Iwaizumi.” He looked up and smiled, just a little, but it reached his eyes. It didn’t look like one of the fake smiles he flashed around the other day at the front of Diamond City. “Thank you for this interview. I truly do appreciate it. This will help me spread a message of hope for those who need it most right now!”

“I… I’m happy to help,” Iwaizumi mumbled. He’d only come here because he’d had nothing to do and had remembered Oikawa’s invitation. He was glad he had. If it meant he had helped even one person, today, then it would help Iwaizumi feel more comfortable in his skin.

Iwaizumi got to his feet. He assumed they were done now. Oikawa had his interview, and there was nothing more needed. “You know, Iwa,” Oikawa said lightly, “you’re a very interesting person.”

“Don’t call me that,” Iwaizumi grumbled. Oikawa ignored him.

“It might help me to tag along with you, sometime,” he said brightly. “I can’t always get all the stories I need, staying holed up in Diamond City.” His sharp eyes met Iwaizumi’s and he grinned. It was as dangerous as the rest of him. Iwaizumi felt caught in his gaze. “Maybe we should team up! What do you think, Iwa?”

Iwaizumi paused. Atsuto was a fine companion, but it wouldn’t hurt to have another human to have around. Sometimes Daichi would go on missions with him, but that was rare. Daichi had his own problems and life back at Sanctuary and couldn’t get away as often as Iwaizumi would like. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt,” he replied after a long, drawn out moment of thought. “If you really have nothing better to do than follow me around.”

“I don’t!” Oikawa said with no shame. His smile didn’t dim one wattage. “It’s settled, then! Iwa and I will be the best of friends in no time~”

“No, we won’t,” Iwaizumi said. His face was bland as he stared back at Oikawa. He had a face Iwaizumi dreamed about punching. He wondered if that would start them out on the wrong foot. Probably.

“Ah, don’t be intimidated, Iwa! I promise I’m amazing, but you can still be a friend with me. I am a humble man, you know, and I deign to associate with peasants--”

“I’m regretting this immediately,” Iwaizumi snapped as he turned and headed for the door. Oikawa trailed along behind him, tittering about this and that, and Iwaizumi found it better to tune him out.

“Where you goin’, Tooru?” the boy from before asked as they exited.

“I’m on the hunt for more news, Takeru!” Oikawa told him. He crouched down and placed his hands on his shoulders, grinned and leaned forward to talk conspiratorially. “You’ll have to hold down the fort here while I’m gone. Iwaizumi and I are going to go find some bad guys, rat out some good leads, you know. The work of a truly inspiring journalist!”

“Don’t die,” Takeru responded, nonplussed. “That’d be annoying. Almost as much as you are everyday, but like. More so.”

Oikawa sputtered. “Takeru! Rude!” He jumped back to his feet. “Come, come, Iwa! I see how I’m treated around here.” Oikawa sniffed and stormed off. Iwaizumi shared a deadpan look with Takeru.

“He’s your problem now,” Takeru told him.

“I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?” Iwaizumi asked to the air as he followed along behind Oikawa. He had a feeling he already knew the answer.

[gendice]

OKAY i know mutual pining is the best fucking shit but like, objectively, who would pine more: oikawa or iwaizumi 

[simpforanyanimeguywithdarkhair]

HOT THINGS HAIKYUU BOYS DO DURING SEX

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#Includes: Multiple boys (Ushijima, Sakusa, Atsumu, Kuroo, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Tsukishima)

#genre: Smut

#warnings: choking, belly bulge, size kink, dirty talk, praise, dacryphilia , gagging, fem reader, pet names.

Minors for the love of all that’s holy please DO NOT interact , thank you :)

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Sakusa: Relishes in the feeling of his hand wrapped tightly around your throat. Not just during sex but whenever. It makes him feel like he’s fully in control and you’re at his mercy plus the image of your eyes rolling to the back of your head every time he does it just edges him closer. And without fail the feeling of you gripping his wrist and clawing at his hands when his dick gets too much, sends him over the edge and has him pulling out and cumming all over your puffy pussy.

Ushijima: Everyone knows he’s a big boy and the same can be said about his dick, mans got a horse cock. Loves watching you struggle to take him but the best part…him pressing down on your belly bulge. He’s so big that you can see him through your stomach and the visual of him going in and out of you makes both of you groan. He’ll press down on it and say things like: “look how deep I am baby” “do you feel me in here love? Let’s see if I can go deeper, you can take it”

Atsumu: This man loves dirty talk. Will whisper the nastiest shit into your ear just to feel the tight clench of your cunt that drives him mad. Will ask questions like “does that feel good baby?” knowing you physically can’t reply and watch with amusement as you try to moan out a reply, but don’t worry he knows his baby’s too fucked out to respond and his aim is to get you to a place where you’re seeing stars.

Kuroo: The way he looks at you. With low lidded eyes and an easy seductive smirk. Often gives you that look when you’re riding him and begging him to do something, but he just leans back against the headboard with his hands tucked behind his head and watches you struggle. He finds the desperation in your bounces so fucking hot, how eager you are to get off and begging him to help just makes his smirk stretch wider. Its only when tears of frustration start to well up in your eyes that he decides to put an end to your torture and places his hands on your waist and plants his feet on the bed, then harshly thrusts up, “my pretty baby can’t do anything without my help, don’t worry I’m here now kitten”

Oikawa: The noises he let’s out. Has the prettiest moans and whines that make your pussy leak like nothing else. Most of the time you’re just trying to get him to moan and make noises and he doesn’t understand what’s so hot about them, he finds himself a little insecure of the noises he makes because they aren’t ‘masculine’ and deep. What has you creaming around him nine times out of ten is when he moans right into your ear while slowly thrusting in and out of you and in a high-pitched whine tells you how good you feel.

Iwaizumi: Holds you close every time. That’s why his favourite positions are missionary and spooning. Wants to feel every single part of you when he’s buried deep inside of you because it makes him feel even more connected to you and increases the intimacy of it. In missionary he’ll be practically flush against you, your legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck, while he’ll either be sucking softly on your neck or ear or making out with you, tongues wrapped around each other and breathily moaning into each other.

Tsukishima: When he thinks you’re being too loud, he’ll put two of his long digits into your mouth and order you to suck. He loves shoving them a bit too far down your throat, so you gag a little and tear up. Will watch those pretty tears cascade down your face with a smirk as he continues delivering hard deep thrusts, “shhh you’re making too much noise baby, wouldn’t want anyone to hear how fucked out you are”

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[fsrintaro]

hq men and how they use you as a cum dump

## warnings. fem! reader, massive, massive, loads of cum, mating press, creampie, penetration denial, breeding, vaginal penetration, oral (m receiving), choking/gagging on cock, throat bulge, a pinch of dumbification, heavy degrading but also praising :D, overstimulation, brainwashing/manipulation if u squint real hard, tinge of bukkake and a trainnnn choo chooooo

## a/n. i would love to say where i got this idea but ill just expose myself HAHAH anyways, first nsfw content! im looking at the warnings and im just thinking if i went overboard 🧍🧍🧍this is so raunchy im nosebleeding

%% REMINDER THAT ALL CHARACTERS ARE TIME-SKIPPED !! DO NOT READ IF HEAVY NSFW CONTENT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE.

ONLY 18+ — MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT.

[masterlist]

oikawa, bokuto, TERUSHIMA, atsumu, ISSEEEEEIIIIIII, yaku, kuroo, goshiki, kenma

straddling your face, he loves watching the way your throat bulges in the shape of his heavy dick as he rams his hips needlessly against your warm lips. “that’s it, sweetheart. take it like the good fucking slut you are.” your throat will always be his favourite cocksleeve— so inviting, so tight for him. pride swelled in his chest as he hears you gag around his dick that is far too large to fit in your mouth, groaning as your throat clenches around him as you choked. you could tell he was close from the way his hips stuttered as he tossed his head back in pleasure, “i-i’m close-ngh! open wide sweetheart. take it all.” all of a sudden, he grabbed your head to hold you in place where his tip kissed the back of your throat. he grunted as you rubbed his heavy balls, milking his leaking cock. “let’s do it again, shall we? i still have a lot in here,” he purred, tapping his balls against your chin that is slobbered with his cum. “a whole ‘lotta cum, just for my pretty little cockwhore.”

HAJIME IWAIZUMI (27) PUTHY POUNDER, suna, kita, OSAMUUUUUUU, hinata, kuroo, tendou, semi

unlike the rest, he likes to make you beg for his cock. he would tie you down, leaving you to watch him jerk himself off to your beautiful pair of tits (as he says). “look at these fucking tits. too good for me. too fucking good.” if you were lucky, he would use you to get him off. hands weaving through your head to grab your hair, pulling it towards him so that he could sway his hips and slap his cock against your face. slap. slap. slap. each slap just made your pussy drool even more. the only problem was that he would do all of this without without being inside of you. at all. only when he is near coming, would he slap and pinch your clit to signal you to open your legs wider. wit a smirk on his face, he would only push the tip in to release his seed into you, painting your walls. “p-p-please just give me…i wa-want it in me. please!” you whimpered while spreading your lips to coax him into your desires, only to be responded with a sadistic laugh. “not until i’m done breeding you, pretty girl. i want my cum oozing out of you when i push this fat cock into you. oozing. got it?” nodding your head profusely, you held your shaking legs wide open to invite him to continue using your pretty little cunt for his own pleasure.

SUNAAA, sakusa, akaashi, o-o-osamu, ushijima, aran, suga, MMM DAICHI, mEIAAAAANNNN

entirely whipped and pussy-drunk. he would shove your thighs backwards to meet your chest, wrapping it beside your tits to push them together. his were glued onto your tits, watching it jiggle as he plunges his throbbing cock into your cunt. without thinking, his mouth lunges towards your mounds, his tongue and teeth latching onto your nipple, making you whimper at the moist, warm sensation of his mouth. the lewd squelches of your sopping pussy only made him rut deeper, harder into you and sucked onto your erect nipple harshly. “i can’t tak-ngh…ah-too much, baby, i-it’s too much!” instead of slowing down, he shifted to pin you under his weight, his cock kissing your walls at different angles and at different pressures which made you shriek in pleasure as he hits your sweet spot again and again and again. “nonsense baby, i’m sure you can see how much you and your pretty little pussy enjoys my cock…fuckkk, baby girl. you really are clenching down and sucking me in. be a good girl for me and take it, yeah?” eventually, he tried to let you ride him since you were babbling endlessly about how his cock is going to break you in half. too bad your slow pace had him shaking in impatience. his hands grasped your hips to hold you in place as he thrusts his hips up at your cunt to spear your little hole as you weakly push at his chest to signal to him to slow down.

BONUS

atsumu, kuroo, meian, actually the entire msby team 🥰🥰, kageyama

all of these men would want to run a train on you — each taking turns to fill up every single hole begging to be flooded to the brim with their seed. your legs pinned back by theirs as you lay on the chest of the one furiously rubbing at your clit while another uses your cunt to warm his dick. individually, they would die to savour your pussy but somehow, it really is the more the merrier. it is just different when they surround you who is on your knees simply because you can’t walk. you would peer up at them with glassy eyes and smeared mascara as you stick your tongue out, awaiting for their cum to splatter all over your face and fill your throat. even when every single hole of yours is filled, they will make sure to reward their good little slut by making sure she doesn’t feel empty without her favourite cocks. you could only beg them for more as time passes because they have succeeded in conditioning you to be needy for their dicks, your hole twitching around nothing as you beg them to fill you. they would take turns to hold your legs apart, rendering you immobile as the others claimed yfinally, they would take their time to paint your body with their cum, marking you as their favourite cocksleeve for their use only.

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[izaanagi]

♮ YANDERE THINGS HAIKYUU MEN SAY ♮

“You think I’ll let you leave me? After seeing how well you take my cock, how pretty you are struggling to fit it all at once in your mouth - and how whiny you get when you just want to be so stretched on it that you just hurt yourself riding me, you think I will let you go? Dream on, doll.”

Sakusa, OSAMU, Meian, Hanamaki, KYOUTANI, Oikawa, Terushima, Semi, TENDŌ.

“Sweetheart, you know that you’re only mine, right? You might look at those men, wonder about how good they might fuck you - but you’ll always come crawling back to me, begging me to pound you the way you know only I can, making you feel good the way only I can, alright?”

KUROO, Matsukawa, Suna, ATSUMU, Tomas, Futakuchi, Akiteru, SUGAWARA, Bokuto.

“You know how good I am to you, how much I love you, how much me being in you means to me, but if you continue that love, I am not sure how long I will be able to maintain control over myself. Be careful of how you behave, because I don’t want to be forced into doing things I would not want to.”

Iwaizumi, Kita, Tsukishima, DAISHOU, Ushijima, AKAASHI, Keishin, HINATA, Daichi.

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