#atsumu multichapter

[a-kaash-me-outside]

heyy!! you are such an amazing writing. I am loving TWRT rn and am excited for your upcoming series. I was wondering if in the future you were ever considering writing a multi-chapter Bokuto fic?

the way that i read this ask, did a huge deep breath, and then was like oh my god why havent i wrote a multichapter bokuto fic. i don't have plans to write one currently, but mmmmmm okay, i'm thinking about it now. i'm really thinking about it now.... i'm really thinkin' about it now.

you get such a different vibe with him than you do with atsumu or osamu or tsukishima which are all the bitches i've written chaptered fics about now. and i love himbos so like,,,,, mmmm,.. i mean bokuto is literally my #1, my baby, my babe. so,..,.,.,.,.,. mmmmmm.... thank you for the ask bc.... i'm thikning thoughts :) <3

[heich0e]

liv thank you for fueling my atsumu obsession, as if you didnt just finish one of THE best levi fics you’re already back at it again omg i’m rlly rlly excited!!!

i'm gonna CRY pls don't be this nice to me i don't know how to take a compliment

taste isn't going to be as lengthy or involved as percolate (each chapter is significantly shorter than what perc's were) but i hope you indulge me a bit with my first multichapter work in a while!! and in a new fandom at that lmaooo

[venenatd]

atsumu x reader; motion sickness - chapter three.

summary; atsumu wants to get to know reader better, and somehow convinces her to take him to the ice rink

content warnings; nsfw content, public sex, unprotected sex (nothing will come from it), dom/sub undertones

a/n; i hope u enjoy!! i think from here on out i get more into the swing of things and much prefer my writing so i hope u do too! reblogs/thoughts are v appreciated <3

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Choosing to wake up alone means the bed is cool and spacious. You can roll over and feel nothing. Sheets fold against your body, swallowing you whole. No need to tug them away, they are all for you. You push the thoughts away too, the idea that there could have been a warmth to tuck into. All throughout your routine you ignore how someone else could fit into it. 

Breakfast alone stings a little more, the hotel full of families and teams. You’re more aware now at the buffet, of the many muscular men that stand around in groups. They pile plates high of the day's energy. Wildebeest at the watering hole, you note to yourself. If there was anyone to eye roll at, you would. You notice you don’t see a certain head of toned blond hair. Not that you’re looking for it, you remind yourself.

People watching is best done on your own however, and your eyes flit between young couples, children spilling honey down their chins, and people desperate for the relief of caffeine. 

Alone is safe and comforting. An observer, as Faiz would often call you. Watching and analysing and playing with the stories in your mind. You can live through the honeyed child, the tired parent. Give them a job, a goal, a life. It’s fun to enter their space, if for a moment. 

The moment ends as Faiz breaks into your thoughts, fragments of faux futures shatter around you. “I have a challenge for you today.” 

“Oh?” 

“I want you to trust me,” the cheeky glint in his eye makes you want to do anything but.

“You already know I do.” His overjoyed energy is infectious, and your morning of distraction in other people’s brains has been replaced. You can feed off him to feel full. “What are you planning?” 

“So, before you ask he’s down,” he begins, grinning at your raised brow, “but I think you should work with Makito today.” You chew on your toast for a minute, thinking through what Faiz is really asking. Or telling, as is more often when it comes to your coach. 

“It’s for p—”

“Passion, you dumbass.” 

“—ssion, isn’t it? Oi.” you go to flick his forehead, but he’s too quick and instead gets yours. “Ow, Faiz. Insulting and hurting me? Your favourite skater?” 

“My favourite skater you may be, but you also need to score well. And I’ve got a plan.” 

He drones on for a while, about how working with Makito is going to help create an environment where you’re performing for someone in particular. If you are embers, he will try and find someone or something to breathe the fire into you. You see how much he’s thought about this, and hey, you’re willing to give it a go if it might help. 

As you make your leave from the hotel restaurant, you bump into something. Firm and tall and moving in such an ecstatic manner that it’s almost difficult to believe it’s so early in the morning. The someone grabs your shoulders, almost picking you up to move you to his side. You fluster, and they lean down to you.

“Sorry, sorry! Apparently way too hungry for breakfast,” his voice is deep but keeps the same energy as his movements. “Wait, do I know you?” 

And then you see it. Another flashback to your night of heavy drinking. A shock of white and black hair, and bird-like features. “Barely, I think. I was drinking with your,” you’re not sure what term to settle on, “teammate, I think? Atsumu?”

“Yes, Tsum Tsum’s girl! Hey!” 

“I’m not—”

“She’s not—”

And there he is. Sun gold hair still damp from an early shower. He looks like the warmth you were missing that morning. You didn’t miss it, you correct your runaway thoughts. It’s just a feeling you were once used to. 

“Oh. Awkward. Well, breakfast calls!”

Like that the owl flees the nest. 

“I should get going,” you say, shuffling past him as an attempt to run from the atmosphere. You don’t need to talk about it, or what you did. Hookups are a lot easier when you’re not both staying at the same hotel. 

“I meant what I said, by the way,” he calls after you, waiting a second for you to turn. You shouldn’t turn around. Not if you don’t want to give him the chance to offer again. But it’s like his voice has a command over you, and you pause briefly. He rewards you with the easy curl of his lips and the way it shows in his cheeks. A small flash of hope in his eyes. “I’ll teach you a spike for a spin.” 

At least there’s someone for you to roll your eyes at now. 

“You’re not going to take no for an answer, are you?”

“Glad ya keepin’ up.”

Atsumu is quickly realising that you don’t quite speak your mind. It’s always you won’t take no, you don’t have to. It’s so far never been, I’m interested, I want that. There’s something about the way your brain is wired that makes him curious. Not that he would tell you about the other women that have flit through his life, but his type usually falls under demanding, high strung. Osamu would tease him that he dates reflections of himself. They could barely be considered dates, if he really looks into it. It’s always to bars and parties, his ‘date’ enjoying the expensive alcohol or his teammates. 

Maybe he does have a jealous streak. When he goes for those who throw themselves at him, he never quite expects them to do the same to his teammates in turn. It’s nice to be wanted though, if only as a stepping stone. 

If you are not demanding, it would only be natural to assume you are easy or effortless. But you are not that either. You need persuasion and nudging to agree to the course you want anyway. 

You are a curiosity, Atsumu thinks as you enter the rink together. His practice isn’t till late, your schedules are so perfectly mis-aligned. 

The not-boyfriend from the bar is here too, pushing off the seats to greet you. Atsumu stays back and lets you explain the situation, giving a polite nod when Faiz is introduced as your coach. He relaxes more when Faiz gives him a grin, one that spills with knowledge of late night escapades.

“So, you’re the guy?” 

“Am I the guy?” he questions you, and as your eyes once again move to roll, he speaks again, “y’know, your eyes might get stuck like that one day.” 

“I told her the same thing!” Faiz laughs, patting Atsumu’s back. “She’s always doing it too, as if I’m so below her.”

“Both of you should stop talking.” It’s cute, he thinks. Your little pout that you probably think looks oh so stern. Brows knitted and a finger to your temple. A kindergartner would laugh in your face. 

“Faiz, I hate to break it to you. But she didn’t deny it.” His hand squeezes Faiz’s shoulder, a look of woe playing on his face. The coach responds with a hand clasped to his chest, stepping back as if your words have shot him. 

He mutters your name under his breath, as if shocked by the revelation. “You’ve been using me all this time? And here I thought we were friends.” Faiz looks between you, lips trying so hard to fight a smile, and the beaming blonde next to him. “And him? You’re using him for se—”

Your eyes widen, and your hand immediately goes to slap your palm over Faiz’s mouth. “Okay! Okay, I get it! Very funny Faiz, very funny Atsumu. You’re both first class athletes and comedians.” 

There’s murmuring that comes from the fingers covering Faiz, and you open them just enough for Faiz to let you, “was it any good at least?” before you close them again. 

Atsumu goes to open his mouth, goes to prod more fun in your direction. But your hand goes from Faiz’s mouth, to his hand, and you’re pulling him and his words away. 

“Please not in the locker room,” Faiz calls in your general direction, to which you pull your signature middle finger back at him. 

“Are we gonna do it in the locker room?” Atsumu asks, praying the slight element of hope is hidden by the teasing. How easy it would be to guide your hand in his, move it towards your waistband.

“You wish.” He does.

“I like your coach.” Atsumu leans against the rows of lockers, watching you swap shoes for skates, “seems more fun than mine.”

“He knows me better than anyone. And he’s honest, doesn’t hide anything,” you speak as if it's routine. A question that has an automatic answer. “I already regret letting you two meet.”

“Oh c’mon, Golide,” he trails after you, admiring how on earth you can walk so comfortably on blades. “We both know you enjoy it.” 

“You need me to say it?” you question as you step on the ice, whisking away before he can respond. 

Maybe he doesn’t need you to say it, but he certainly wants you to. There’s elements of your attitude that Atsumu wants to learn. Why you very clearly have walls up, and how he can seep into the cracks. 

Faiz comes to stand next to him, both of them watching as you move across the ice. Now you do seem effortless. Atsumu is sure it takes huge effort for you to push yourself across the ice, but somehow it looks like you prefer it to walking. 

“So,” Faiz begins, and Atsumu knows the tone of the protective friend, “you like her?” 

As much as you can after hanging out with someone a couple of times. Atsumu knows he’s become curious. Is that liking you? It sounds like something a teenager would say. So far he knows he likes aspects of you. Your smile, first of all. The banter between you both is easy, it keeps him on his toes. Your moans and sarcasm are both equally sweet. 

“Something like that.”

Faiz hums thoughtfully and Atsumu thinks he’s not going to do it, and that he doesn’t need to make any promises. “Just be nice to her. She deserves that.” 

It’s a weird way to phrase don’t hurt her, but Atsumu nods nonetheless. Just like that the men are back to smooth and easy jokes and discussions of career. 

Eventually another man, the other not-boyfriend Atsumu recalls, joins them, and Faiz bids his goodbyes. They both go towards you on the rink, and so your new lesson begins.

Makito is almost giddy to work with you. His movements are too quick and too erratic for you to feel calm. Your head is usually clear in practice. Knowing where the exact places your skates should be, the extension of your hands. But it’s fogged doing it with someone else, as well as knowing two pairs of eyes are watching. 

You had begun by simply holding on to one another, doing the most basic of motions to make sure you were working together well, and that no one was going to trip over the other. Deeming it a success, Faiz had moved onto the next challenge. 

“Remember, this is all about feeling with Makito,” he instructs, putting both your hands on each other, “I want to see you responding to him. Acting the part.” Pretending to be in love is what he really means. 

You both move across the ice, you’re meant to be jumping into Makito’s lap and the two of you leaning back to balance the weight. The idea is to make it look sexy, alluring, erotic. All words that you think far from describe you. 

From the edge of the rink Atsumu wolf whistles, and he imagines the eye roll, although he’s not sure he likes the idea of that so much when you’re seated in someone else's lap. 

“Makito, how did that feel?” Faiz quizzes.

He winces, looking sheepishly towards you before he answers. “Like she thought she was going to fall.” 

“Did you think you were going to fall?” He directs the question your way, but you think he knows the answer. Curse him understanding you inside and out. 

“I- I don’t know. Trying so hard to look romantic I didn’t think about much else.” 

It goes on like that for long enough that you’re both sweating. The same song plays on repeat as you go through set movements again and again. It makes it feel like both so much and so little time is passing. Even Atsumu is just flicking through his phone now. Why did you say yes to him coming again? You know Faiz can feel your agitation, the way you bristle each time he instructs you to look a certain way. If trying your best was enough, you’d be done by now. 

“Go. Take a break,” Faiz instructs. He’ll give you some time to cool off as he always does, letting you work it out isolated. It’s what works best for your brain. A whole other routine, walking away and turning music up far too loud. Stewing in it all. Absorbing yourself in the negative feelings until you can push them away or find something to distract yourself from them. 

It feels like you should be alone this time. Too many wrong buttons pushed and you could snap at someone only to regret it. Too bad for you that you said yes to your newest irritant. 

“You looked awesome” Atsumu begins, looking up from whatever feed he’s swiping through. He can barely finish the sentence before your face causes him to falter. 

There are two pairs of steps echoing down the hallway, the creak of a rusty hinge swinging twice. Hopes of a lonesome sanctuary in the locker room are dashed.

“Hey, you okay?”

His face is full of concern, which puzzles you. Your fingers struggle to unlace your shoes. Must you struggle with everything when it comes to your profession? Maybe a distraction would be better. 

“Goldie?” 

The nickname bounces around in your mind, coupled with I’ve got you. Your shoes are off and next comes your sweater. Tugging it over your head and discarding it unceremoniously on the floor. 

“Do you need anything?”

Perspiration still clings to your body, coming down from your workout on the ice. He is standing there, so big, so broad. It’s like a magnet is drawing you closer. He is a distraction wrapped in an aggravatingly handsome face and strong body. 

“Yes, I do.”

His eyes flick down to your chest, heaving and covered in a sheen of sweat. Not the time, Atsumu. You’re looking up at him through your lashes, and his lips part, thinking about- not the time. He thought it was annoyance in your eyes, but the darkness seems to hold a different weight. Fists are balled by your side, and he’s not sure if you’re holding yourself back from punching a wall or something else. 

“Fuck me, Atsumu.” 

“What?” His brain is short circuiting, he thinks. ‘It’s not the time’ he repeats again and again. He’d promised to be nice to you and suddenly he’s not sure if that means talking you down or engaging with you in all the ways he wants to. 

“You wanted to, right? Just fuck me.”

All of your body language is screaming at him to grab you and pull you in. Your palm crosses against his pectorals, your fingers curling to tease your nails down past his naval. 

“You want me to beg Atsumu?” On tip toes you can push your body against his. Low and whispered against your voice is at the shell of his ear. “You want me to say please?”

The tensing of his muscles underneath his shirt makes you not want to pull away. You want Atsumu to want you. No, you want him to need you. To show you that you’re good for something. So you fall back on your feet, starting to turn away, heart dropping for a moment when he stays still. Maybe you’re the desperate one. 

But then his hand grips around your arm, pushing you firmly against the row of lockers. His mouth crushes yours before you can even think of teasing him. Gripping under your ass, he brings your legs around his waist. You smile into the kiss as you notice he’s already half hard. 

He almost growls into your sigh, realising that he does not have easy access to you like this. Slow ruts against you, easily bringing you against his crotch as Atsumu keeps you stuck between his body and the lockers. He needs convincing to let you away from him for even a second. “Say it again.” 

“Please Atsumu. Please fuck me.”

It tips him over, sends him into some sort of feral need for your cunt. Dropping and rotating you, pushing you back up against the cool metal. 

Fingers rip at your leggings and panties, rolling them just far enough down your ass. You think he may manage to leave you with bruises when he grabs your hips again. He is always on you, whether it’s his tongue on your neck, his hands pulling down your cami to cup your tits. 

Your hands scramble behind you, desperately trying to pull at his pants. He’s quick to entertain you, bringing them down and tugging his cock a few times. 

Foreplay be fucking damned. You think you’re wet enough, or at least the stretch and burn of Atsumu buried inside you will be enough to sedate your over active mind. “I need you inside me. I n- need you to fill me, ‘Tsumu.”

As much as Atsumu wants to treasure your body, give you all that you deserve, the pure desire that fills your voice drives him into a new space entirely. 

His head presses at that tight ring of muscle, letting himself be lathered in your slick. Gathering spit in his mouth, he pushes it between his teeth to let it slowly drop on his cock. You whine, begging more and more. Pushing yourself back on him as best you can with your waistband keeping your thighs pressed together. 

Atsumu’s thumb pushes his spit around your already stretched hole, then moving down to press against your clit. It’s enough for him to fully sheath himself, giving you the delicious burn you were hoping for. 

You’ve never been fucked like this. Never been needy enough to beg for it, and fuck, maybe it’s because Atsumu seemed so eager to make you feel good before. Maybe it’s that you know you don’t have to feel anything more than his length pushing against your satin walls again and again. You’ll go home, and all the deranged things your mind made you do can stay here. 

Words fall from your lips, you’ve been the one talking- begging so far. “Harder, please, please, please, fuck yes.” One large hand is holding your elbows together behind you, the other plucking at your nipples or passing over your clit. He can’t make his mind up, each one drawing a new sound from you until you're babbling under him. Going from nothing to having Atsumu smacking his hips against your ass, oversensitive everywhere as you’re grabbed and played with.

“Yeah? You can’t even beg for it anymore, huh?” 

Glazed over eyes look back at him, as if his cock has been a complete shock to your system. 

But you’re defiant. “P-Please,” he makes out through your gritted teeth. 

It makes him think of things you both could do. Things that need safe words and more trust than he feels you’re willing to give. 

He’s close, feeling his abdomen and thighs tingle and tighten. There’s some part of him that wants you to be open to ideas, open to the trust that they’d need. He would need it. 

Quick thrusts slow. Atsumu moves deep and slow, his hand letting your arms go and wrapping under your chest. He almost fully pulls out before driving back in, leaving you gulping for air in short gasps. His fingers massage your clit, and instead of mocking you he’s whispering encouragement. 

“You feel so good, so, hah, s’fuckin’ good. Wan— wanna make you feel it all, wanna make you feel good.” 

You don’t even realise your satin walls are fluttering around him, but Atsumu does. The tightness of your pussy around him makes him want to fill you up with his cum, and then he realises. No condom. Fuck. He looks at your fucked out face, eyebrows raising in bliss.

More whispered praise against your ear, and now you can feel it too. The coil in your stomach that’s making you tighten, making you open your eyes in surprise. He’s not saying it, but all you can think about is Atsumu saying “I’ve got you” because you’re so sure he does. Holding you up and close to his body, wanting you to also feel the pleasure you can see etched across his handsome features. 

Before you realise it’s happening you're falling, spasming around his cock. Repeating “‘Tsumu, ‘tsumu, ‘tsumu” in a rapturous melody. Moans echo around the locker room, and Atsumu’s pulling out from between your plush folds, leaving you to clench around nothing. His cum coats your ass, jerking himself off to completion, wishing so hard it was your cunt milking every drop from him. 

Slow and sweet kisses pepper your shoulder and neck, the cheek that isn’t pressed into the metal. “You feel good?” he says softly between pecks. 

“Yeah, I… I needed that.” His thumbs massage into your hips, as if he’s working out the bruises that will definitely be there tomorrow. It’s another show of care that leaves you unsettled. “Feel better without your cum on my ass.”

Atsumu lets out a low chuckle, and he steps back to admire his work. A pretty painting, if he says so himself. Tucking himself away, he has to leave you standing awkwardly to run and grab tissues. There’s sincerity in how he cleans you up too, not quick and hurried as he should be. His fingers smooth over the curve of your ass, leaving more kisses in his wake. 

Once you’re clean, he neatens your hair and pulls your leggings back up. You smooth out your smudged mascara and you both head back towards the rink. It’s too quiet for too long, but before you can interrupt the silence he does.

“You wanna talk about it?” 

“Hmm?” you hum.

“You said you needed it. Frustrated about something?” 

The cold hits you both as you push open the doors into the rink. Makito and Faiz nod at you both before going back to their conversation. Probably about how much you suck at anything close to passion, you think, the feelings you’d just managed to smother becoming too quick to resurface. 

“Uh, yeah, I guess.” His eyebrows deepen and his brown eyes are full of so much sincerity you can’t help but go on. “So, I did pairs skating for a while, like what you saw earlier.”

He lets out little hums as you talk, reassuring notes of interest. “But then I moved to singles, and lost the spark and, uh—”

“The passion.” Fuck Faiz and his fucking passion. Atsumu grins at him for a moment, and you’re waiting for the onslaught of teasing to begin, but it doesn’t. His eyes return to you, his smile stays, dropping from cheeky into something softer. 

“That. Passion, the desire, the,” you gesture wildly, “the stuff that turns it from spins and jumps into a performance.” 

“And that’s what you were doing with your friend?” Atsumu points at Makito. 

“The lift? Yeah, seeing if I’ve still got it in pairs.”

In a flash Atsumu is lifting you for the second time today, grabbing you by the waist despite your “hey!” Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, the breath being pulled from you as he manhandles you easily. 

One large palm spreads across your back, and your body is running on it’s latest experience, curving back. Is he also thinking about what just happened, thinking about how he was going to take you like this? His face still holds onto something dark, his eyes lingering with lust. You pray your own doesn’t betray you, that you can feign it as surprise. 

“That’s it! That’s the look!” Atsumu and you both turn to your coach. 

His eyes wide and excited, both hands pointing at your face. Faiz is almost jumping up and down on the spot. “That’s what will make people notice! You did it!”

Your cheeks warm, watching Atsumu try to lean back also, replicating what he saw Makito do earlier. He’s strong and beautiful and everything you’re sure many women want. But with his eyebrows drawn in deep concentration, trying so hard to be elegant… He looks utterly ridiculous. Like that you’re giggling, hands having to loop around his neck to keep yourself from laughing your way to the floor. 

You sound so good when you laugh. The challenge of getting it out of you is what first caught Atsumu. A smile made his drunken self feel gooey. Now sober, the noise of you trying to even your breathing as you give him a full bodied laugh. It makes him want to cup your face, marvel at your eyes creasing, the way the corners of your lips curl. 

“And it’s gone again.” Faiz sighs, but it’s warm and full of so many emotions but not disappointment. 

Eyes full of sweet browns and honey catch you off guard. He’s looking too intently at you. Your smile fades, body going more rigid in his hands. Atsumu lets you drop, making sure you’re steady before his hands move from your waist. 

Practice starts back up, Atsumu watching from the sidelines. He can’t hear the discussion well enough between the trio on the ice, and soon his attention splits back between you and his phone.

His thumbs move quickly, typing out a ‘you’ll never believe what just happened’ to the MSBY group chat before he pauses, and presses against the backspace. To share what just happened feels wrong. It felt a little too personal. You needed him for a moment. If he was to tell the team, it’d be a fun anecdote. There’s the chance they could piece together it was with you, and if he can convince you to come to a game… 

Atsumu doesn’t want to mess it up. 

So instead his fingers take him to a different message, and start to type again.

Me // 11:21am

>> oi, i got a question for u

Samu🍙 // 11:24am

>> yes you need to wash everywhere. including there. 

Me // 11:24am

>> ok

>> guess i’ll ask someone else

>> scrub

Samu🍙 // 11:24am

>> don’t be a baby

>> what’s up

His quick typing stops for a moment, watching you jump into Makito’s lap once more, and then the three of you are grinning and high fiving. 

Me // 11:25am

>> have u ever liked someone 

>> like liked

Samu🍙// 11:25am

>> are you 12 years old 

>> i’ve had literal girlfriends

>> i’m trying to get ready for the lunch rush and you’re asking me about crushes?

Me // 11:25am

>> is a few days too soon to know

Samu🍙// 11:26am

>> depends i guess

>> you like someone?

Atsumu doesn’t know how to respond to that, so just hits the call button. 

“I told you I’m tryna be prepared,” Osamu immediately berates his older brother, talking about how there’s only so much time before he’s going to be swarmed. 

“Well, if ya shut it for a minute, I’d be able to talk.”

“Fine. So who’s my favorite twin crushin’ on?” he asks the question in a song, making Atsumu regret the call in the first place.

“I’m your only twin, dumbass,” he mutters, interrupting Osamu before they go off topic again. “I don’t know if I like her. We’ve hooked up a few times,” a gross comes from down the line, “but she’s just cool. I don’t know, dude. I just want to get to know her more.” 

“So what does it matter if you like her? Just get to know her.” Coming from Osamu it seems simpler. Sometimes his thoughts can run off, get muddled and confused and overwhelming. But Osamu’s always been the calmer, the one who can keep him on track and call him out when he needs it. If Atsumu is a boat in a storm, Osamu is the anchor. 

A few more words are spoken back and forth, general housekeeping to know what’s happening in each other's lives, before Osamu has to work, and Atsumu is left with his thoughts. There’s still that annoying doubt at the back of his mind. A little worm that’s dug so far down, even with someone else helping it’s hard to get out. 

What if you don’t like him?

You apologise for his cold rosy cheeks and how long he had to sit and watch. He reassures you that he had fun, the both of you headed back outside into the heat of the city. You fall into place easily next to one another, walking by the river rather than ordering a car back to the hotel. Atsumu had persuaded you, protesting that without the warmth of the sun, how could he ever regain feeling in his nose. 

“Next time you’ll have to get me on the ice.”

“You already impressed Faiz so much, are you sure you’re ready for the career change?” 

“I’m sure a publicist could work it,” he’s quick to respond, holding hands out wide in front of the both of you, “I can see it now. The great Miya Atsumu conquers the ice skating world. Is there anything he can’t get gold in?” 

“Real humble, Miya,” you say with an exasperated smile. 

“Miya?” he echoes, “and here I thought I was gonna get a nickname.”

You’re either looking up at him with a quizzical stare or the afternoon sun is in your eyes. Either way Atsumu notes that it’s a cute expression, one that brings out the flecks of colour in your irises. 

Pausing for a moment, people shuffle around you, going about their days in the city. Bringing his lips to your ear, you can feel the width of his smile on your cheek. “‘Tsumu, ‘Tsumu, please ‘Tsumu” he whispers the whines - your whines - much to your dismay. 

Pushing him away, you’re only reminded of the hard planes of his abs, and now there’s definitely heat rising in your face. “Shut it Miya,” you wish you said with more defiance. Your grumble let’s him know he’s won your embarrassment.

“Thought ya liked it when I talked,” he teases, twisting you around by the shoulder to keep walking. The way you try and avoid eye contact only makes him want it more, and deciding between poking fun and giving in is all too difficult. 

You come around quickly though, Atsumu using his seemingly effortless charisma to smooth over jokes, bring you back out of your shell. There’s a feeling that he can, innately, get people on his side. Despite his seeming arrogance and over-confidence, he takes the quips you throw at him on his shoulder. Letting deep chuckles spill off his tongue and reassuring touches whenever he responds in a similar jest. 

Atsumu tugs you left and right, pointing your way back to the hotel with ease. The walk proves longer than the twenty minutes Google Maps promised you, trusting Atsumu when he says he ‘knows these streets like the back of his hand’. He does know them pretty well, at least knows that right turns should in fact be left. But the banter and laughter you two are sharing is doing more to him than the sun. It’s still surface level, discussions about plans for the week, where your home is. There’s a segment featuring each of your favorite colours, foods and films. 

“Really? Rear Window?”

“What? It’s a classic!” 

“The fact that you’ve even seen it surprises me.”

He goes on to explain that yes, it was the only film available at the hotel, but that he admired the determination of the main character. You wouldn’t have pegged him for watching anything considered old, or classic, let alone admiring the story. “And Grace Kelly, right?”

“I mean,” he begins sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck “yeah but—” 

Your giggles quiet him. 

Eventually you’re back where it began, standing outside the hotel looking at one another. 

“So, are you goin’ give me your number or am I goin’ to have to beg you for it?”

“Oh, there’s a chance you’ll beg for it?” 

You don’t miss the glint in his eyes, flashing quickly before it passes. “Is that a no, Goldie?” 

It would be easier if it was a no. Your hands are acting on want, pulling your phone out and handing it to him with contact screen open before you can think too much about it. 

“You better text me.” 

“I’ll think about it.”

Atsumu hopes that you will. Maybe asking him to a meal or if you need him again, to your room. He settles that want next to another. No running before you can even walk. Like Osamu said, just getting to know one another.

Afternoon practice is long. Time spent sweating and running and jumping for hours away from his phone. He’s thinking about hyper active teammates, making sure he’s setting just right for them. Touching you right. All of his energy spent on the blue and yellow ball before him. Spending his energy on you. Then he’s on to letting his mind be consumed by proteins and carbs and what he can eat over the next week. Maybe just a film in, rather than dinner out. Thinking about Kiyoomi who’s acting all analytical, watching the group and remarking on Atsumu’s performance. 

“You seem distracted.” 

But he’s not, of course. He can laugh it off and joke around with Bokuto in the locker room. Purposefully not thinking about earlier in the day. His heart wouldn’t race when he finally can open up his phone. It wouldn’t thump in his chest when he checks his notifications.

 Unknown Number // 5:48pm

>> i can’t think of anything cool to say so

>> hi tsumu✨

[cheezritsu]

Official Works in Progress:

The Kitsune and the Witch*—Kitsune!Osamu Miya x Witch!Reader (one shot)

Control— Miya Atsumu x Reader (one shot)

Academia is a Scam (And so is Love)—Tsukishima Kei x Reader (multi chapter*)

[katsukikitten]

Kitten’s fic rec master list with reviews

🖤 All the ways I could die by @/kinjuutsu

         KNY |  Gyutaro x F!reader A dark content fiction of Gyutaro that fell into my lap just as I was falling for the emaciated demon. The way Vi toes the line of forbidden love and the deep yearning for some semblance of affection is poetry. Please I beg you to read this!

🖤 Basic Instincts by @/hopelesshawks

         BNHA | Hawks x F!Reader A social media au mixed with a fic that is so funny from the get go with reader’s dry humor and the teasing that comes from her subordinates. It takes a few twists and turns thanks to Hawks forgetting what happens to him every spring. 👀 spoiler but I totally enjoyed how they still got married despite losing the bond AND THEN THE END 😭 IM SOBBING

🖤 BioHazard by @/lavenders-fandom-elixirs

          BNHA | Paramedic!Bakugou x F!Reader x Paramedic!Shinsou This multi partner fic gets into the grit that is the medical field, a glimpse into the darker side emotional side that the average person may not see. It reflects on the pandemic we've been living through while exploring feelings of jealousy that may come from an impromptu idea of a threesome.

🖤 Empty Nest by @/spellboundspectre

          Sheriff Hassan el-shabazz x fem!reader If you're looking to dip your toes into werewolf esque breeding, this is the perfect fic for you. The way they describe how warm Hassan is and how he handles your body as lovingly as he can despite his animalistic instinct to fuck you to oblivion is perfection.

🖤 His Beautiful Hands by @/frostthecupcake

          BNHA | Denki Kaminari x fem!reader listen listen listen listen. I know this fic wasn't written for me but God damn does it feel like it was! Hand kink y'all. Emphasis on hands are a big weakness for me. If you're looking for a hot Denki fix this one will def satiate your need.

🖤 Home by @/hisoknen

          HQ | Atsumu x reader aaaahahhh this fic just hits you right in the feels, especially it being close to family issues and the holidays. honestly this fic alone got me into Atsumu, it's so wonderfully written. I feel the emotions, I felt the panic and I felt his love and care. BRB SOBBING

🖤 I've walked with you, once upon a dream by @/shadow-ei

         BNHA| Bakugou x fem!reader I want this fiction to be published and bound. I want it to collect dust and I come back to it when I need it most. When the details have gone hazy and I can feel as if I'm reading it for the first time. The amount of writer envy I had that was quickly swallowed up by the need to know how this would all play out. The story has great foreshadowing elements while tying everything together beautifully

🖤 Live Show by @/kingkatsuki

        BNHA | Bakugou x F!Reader A delicious cam fic where Bakugou is the star of the show and yet you still steal his heart. The way I blushed so many time reading this fic, not just from the great smut but the characterization of Bakugou is so spot on I could literally die. It was tough and still is tough to pick a favorite of yours Jo but any time I try to give it more than a second thought live show always steals the show. (AND MY FUCKING HEART GOD DAMN)

🖤 Longing by @/bakugotrashpanda

        BNHA | Bakugou x F!Reader Every multichapter that BTP makes is absolutely stunning and should be published works.  We  follow a young teacher whos been burned by her ex and a Pro Hero Bakugou who’s wife left him and his sweet daughter in the cold. The dialogue, the small moments, and just every thing about this fic pulls me in. I’ve read it several times and even had the honor of Beta reading this fic. and I will read it over and over again.

🖤 Mis en Place by @/sendhelpimstupid

          BNHA | Sous chef Kirishima x f! Reader I really like reader’s attitude and the LINGERING AND PINING! THE UNRESOLVED TENSION. The care that Bakugou has for his staff and I just imagine Kirishima fighting this inner war to keep his distance from reader when all he wants to do is help! Please just KISS KISS FALL IN LOVE

🖤Toy Box by @/mindninjax

       BNHA | Bakugou x F!Reader The smut in this fic is salivating however the small moments of these roommates falling in love through something as simple as sharing an old favorite movie and cooking together is what makes this story. Such a good one I CRY

🖤What’s another Life? by @/hijacks

          Tokyo Revengers | Hanma Shuji X F!Reader  The relationship between reader and Shuji is perfect. Exactly how I imagined he would be with love with someone while simultaneously having zero idea that he is or it’s just straight denial. This fic is gripping from the very beginning. If this were just a mafia lover novel at a book store I’d pick this novella up in a heart beat. 

[franzsiska]

ao3 interview

tagged by: @cyanoscarlet thank you, dani 🥰💕

how many works do you have on ao3?

— 18.

what’s your total ao3 word count?

— 39.2k, haha. I mostly write short one shots, and quite a bit of my work has been exclusive to twt/tumblr and zines, so that's why.

how many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

— three.

bungou stray dogs (10)

haikyuu!! (5)

jujutsu kaisen (3)

as you can see, i am. very picky about what fandoms and what subject matters i write about sfhskdk

what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

emptiness to melody (bsd; kunikidazai)

this brief tragedy of flesh (jjk; nanago)

let me tell you a story about love (haikyuu; miya atsumu character study)

you are what happens after the war (bsd; kunikidazai)

leave the ruins where they fall (bsd; soukoku)

what are your top 5 fics by comment thread count?

love me just a little longer (bsd; odazai)

you are what happens after the war (bsd; kkdz)

this brief tragedy of flesh (jjk; nng)

salt/water (haikyuu; iwaoi)

emptiness to melody (bsd; kkdz)

do you respond to comments, why or why not?

— yes, absolutely, although it might take me absurdly long to get around to it lol. unless it's a comment that doesn't warrant a reply, i do make it a point to reply to all of them eventually.

what’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

— ahh, this one is complicated. i love angst actually, but only of a very specific brand. my fics aren't so much angsty in ending as they are just. pervaded with a sense of sadness throughout—fluff coloured with angst, as i like to call it. pick up literally any fic of mine, there's always angst interwoven throughout.

that said, i did once write a fic (without you) that ended in major character death and it disturbed me so much that i ended up orphaning it lmao

have you ever received hate on a fic?

— no, thankfully, not as of now. that might be attributed to the fact that my body of work itself is not very big, but i like to think that i attract a more civilized demographic with my fics 😉

do you write smut? If so, what kind?

— no. never have i tried and never will i ever try, i think. the most i can do is make out and fade to black. i don't actually have any interest in writing the nitty gritty details, thank you very much.

have you ever had a fic translated?

— uhhh, yes, i think. i've been asked for permission multiple times but have only got back the completed link from the translator once or twice. this here, for instance, is a tumblr askbox fic that got translated into chinese.

have you ever co-written a fic before?

— no, but i'm open to the idea! it just has to be with someone whose style and ideas i click with.

what’s your all-time favorite ship?

— ahaha, this is hard. it keeps changing but iwaoi seem to have passed the test of time <3

what’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

— ouch, okay. there is more than one. that one dazai-centric skk wip that's been lying in my drafts for almost an year now. it's a study into dazai's relationship with food and with the needs of his body in general (read: his very thinly-veiled eating disorder). i really fucking want to complete this, but it isn't looking likely at the moment :'(

what are your writing weaknesses?

— longform, multichapter fics, definitely. i cannot, for the life of me, plot out a proper three act structure with a subplot and a climax and all. i really wish i could, and i greatly respect the people who can :')

what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

— only if it fits the situation. otherwise it just ends up looking pretentious and pedantic. i used a couple of spanish dialogues in salt/water as well as my iwaoi zine fic, for instance, bc they're both post timeskip and set in argentina

what was the first fandom you wrote for?

— bsd! that was two years ago, and i'm so grateful to my hyperfixation sdfshfk

what’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

— a tie between you are what happens after the war (bsd) and with your face towards the sky (haikyuu; kagehina)

tagging: @wctercress @awinterborn @my-one-true-l (only if you want, ofc)

[myelocin]

— The Ballad of War | Moodboards | Coming Soon

multichapter series | royal au | collab fic

(chapter 1) : of power within walls and a love by the sea | sawamura daichi x reader

(chapter 2): the hunter and its prey | sakusa kiyoomi x reader x ushijima wakatoshi

(chapter 3): to the sun who mocks me today | hanamaki takahiro x reader

(chapter 4): pressed flowers and rain puddles | iwaizumi hajime x reader

(chapter 5): a call to my angels, my heavens, my skies | miya atsumu x reader

(chapter 6): oh, the life we live and the stories we tell (epilogue) | tsukishima kei x reader

(taglist open!)

[misora-msby]

does anyone have any atsumu x reader fic recs? particularly for multichapter or long one shots (>5k)? if it’s on ao3 it’s fine!

[cherryonigiri]

haikyuu masterlist

🍙 = headcanon || 🍒 = prose || 🌸 = matchup || 🌶️ = nsfw

Last updated: March 25, 2021

Series/Events

warp & weft (kuroo x reader historical AU) - multichapter [ONGOING]

traces (ushijima x reader/sakusa x reader mythology / reincarnation AU) - multichapter [PLANNING]

fusion masterlist - kuroo x reader smau + dance!AU [ONGOING]

Celestial Special (500 milestone event) masterlist [CLOSED]

the retrospective: Lover (1k special matchups) masterlist [ONGOING]

of turtledoves and daisies PJO!AU - Son of Zeus!Bokuto x Child of Demeter!Reader

haikyuu vacation hcs

Aoba Johsai

Iwaizumi Hajime:

cuddling 🍙

ambivert S/O 🌸 🍙

Matsukawa Issei:

their reaction to S/O thirsting over anime/game characters 🌶️🍙

with a swimmer!S/O 🌸 🍙

Oikawa Tooru:

Astrology nerd S/O 🍙

their reaction to S/O thirsting over anime/game characters 🍙

S/O who is smol pt. 2 🍙

When and Where (part 1) - Angst, Long-Distance Relationship 🍒

with a surfer!S/O 🌸 🍙

Fukurodani

I’ll Make You a Deal (BokuAka Coffee Shop AU w/implied KuroKen) 🍒

Akaashi Keiji:

Helping stressed S/O study 🍙

Bokuto Koutarou:

Crash Landing (NOT) On You (PJO!AU Pt. 1) 🍒

Helping stressed S/O study 🍙

S/O who is a libero 🌸 🍙

S/O who is smol pt. 1 🍙

[9:43 PM] - clair de lune 🍒

Inarizaki

Miya Atsumu:

their reaction to S/O thirsting over anime/game characters 🍙

S/O who is smol pt. 1 🍙

extroverted S/O 🌸 🍙

Miya Osamu:

S/O who is smol pt. 1 🍙

with an S/O who loves to bake + cook 🌸🍙

Karasuno

Sawamura Daichi:

talkative S/O who loves literature/history 🌸🍙

Hinata Shoyo:

Energetic and bubbly S/O 🌸🍙

Tsukishima Kei:

Astrology nerd S/O 🍙

Nekoma

Kuroo Tetsurou:

dancer!Kuroo hcs 🍙

cuddling hcs 🍙

with a confident + active S/O 🌸🍙

Kenma Kozume:

Helping stressed S/O study 🍙

Shiratorizawa

Goshiki Tsutomu:

Astrology nerd S/O 🍙

Shirabu Kenjirou:

Astrology nerd S/O 🍙

Tendou Satori:

Watching filthy frank videos with S/O 🍙

Ushijima Wakatoshi:

boyfriend fluff 🍙

cuddling 🍙

first time saying “I love you” 🍒

with an artsy musician S/O 🍙  

with an artsy musician S/O Pt. 2 🍒

their reaction to S/O thirsting over anime/game characters 🍙

S/O who is smol pt. 2 🍙

[wakatoshine]

masterlist

of royalty, pointe shoes, and country boys (MC)°

WIP, kita shinsuke x reader SMAU

CRUSH culture (OS)*

shirabu kenjirou x reader

simple symphony (MC)°+

CS, sakusa kiyoomi x cellist! reader SMAU

nine signs you’re in love (OS)*

sakusa kiyoomi x reader

forever girl (OS)*

miya atsumu x reader

all summer long (OS) °%

miya osamu x reader

christmas series 2020

various x gender neutral reader

key

(OS) = oneshot (MC) = multichapter

(HC) = headcannons (CSF) christmas series fav

CS = coming soon

* = completed ° = WIP % = unpublished

+ = coming soon

[hellomomo]

Fanfic Year in Review 2020

Okay! Since I’m finally done posting for this year I can finally do my year in review!!

1. List of fics completed this year:

I published 11 fics this year! Nearly half the total amount of fics I’ve published in total wow.

1. thank you’s & i’m sorry’s | mdzs | jc & wwx reconciliation | 6.6k 2. blooming | mdzs | modern wangxian au | 3.4k (incomplete) 3. pick your filter | sailor moon | disguise pen series | 11.1k (incomplete?) 4. i wanna know you and i wanna love you | hq | 3rd year kagehina | 9.2k 5. you’re hotter than the sun, baby | hq | mildly nsfw kagehina | 5k 6. midsummer’s night (ice)cream | bnha | bakugou, ice cream, friends | 2k 7. ribs | fruba | 5+1 yuki-centric | 9.8k 8. a portrait of infatuation (as told by kageyama tobio) | hq | atsukage fluff | 7.5k 9. tu fais pleurer les anges (mais ici je souris) | hq | angel/reaper kuroken | 6.1k 10. kiss it better, please! | hq | iwaoi short | 1.5k 11. oh, those pretty boys | hq | atsukage + makeup | 3.9k

9/11 are completed and 4/11 are multichaptered. mostly hq because that’s my current obsession this year haha.

2. Number of words written:

Published words: 75523 I think the total number would be somewhere closer to 100K+ considering all the WIPs I have (to be published in 2021 wow!)

3. Your most popular fic this year:

Sorted by kudos on AO3, it’s thank you’s & i��m sorry’s This was also the first fic I wrote this year too.

4. Your personal favourite this year:

I think it’s a tie between i wanna know you and i wanna love you & a portrait of infatuation (as told by kageyama tobio)

I really loved writing both of these fics and they are super self-indulgent and sweet. I’ve reread them both multiple times haha

5. Your favourite scene:

i’m bad at remembering and picking favourites but i really like how this part in you’re hotter than the sun, baby came out!

All Shoyo can hear is the increasing loudness of his heart going  thump-thump-thump; he’s pretty sure Kageyama can feel his erratic heartbeat too, with how closely he’s pressed on top of Shoyo. Another breeze blows by, Shoyo’s brain barely registering the sound of ruffling fabric, hardly noticing the bottom of the curtains tickling their bodies. It’s still hot as hell, but a shiver travels down his spine. There’s something inherently erotic, Shoyo thinks, about the carnivorous, arrogant look in Kageyama’s eyes mixed with the aggressive heat, both in the air and emanating from their bodies. The evening sun illuminates Kageyama’s apartment, warm streams of sunlight filtering in through the glass of his balcony door, wind blowing in through the mosquito net, causing the white, semi-transparent curtains to flow up and down. There’s probably a lovely sunset going on outside and Shoyo could catch the beauty of it if he just turns his head ninety degrees to the left. But he’s fairly certain he’s physically unable to take his eyes off of Kageyama right now, unable to look away from those pretty blue eyes, that pretty smirk on that pretty face that’s leaning down to kiss him again.

6. A fic or scene that challenged you:

thank you’s & i’m sorry’s was a bit difficult since it was my first mdzs fic and it was challenging to write in that tone at first but I think it was a lot of fun in the end.

Also ribs was harder than I expected. I usually stick to oneshots and writing a 5+1 was more challenging than I had thought lol.

7. A line of writing you’re proud of:

I don’t know if I have a single favourite line but I loved the whole style of a portrait of infatuation; the little almost-fourth-wall breaks were SO fun to write.

He’s having lunch with Atsumu-san, eating his  oden —

(Which is maybe the  worst  part because now how is he supposed to eat out ever again without thinking about this whole mess?

— so he’s eating his  oden (which tastes amazing and warms Tobio’s stomach in the most pleasant way) when he notices something: Atsumu-san hasn’t even touched his meal yet.

and I also like the idea that the reader is free to put together/come up with the other half of the conversation lol.

The first thing Tobio does when he slips into his sister’s apartment is take his shoes off and put on some slippers—

(Yeah, he knows that’s a normal thing to do. The important part is what he does next but he can’t just lie and say it was the first thing, oh my god.)

— the  second  thing Tobio does is sit down in his sister’s entryway and scoop up Mikan and give her all the pats and scratches she deserves.

8.  A comment that touched you:

I don’t think I can pick just one haha. I love seeing the notification for any comment, comments really are one of the best things ever. but this one in particular really made my day when i read it because it just felt like validation that someone out there likes what i write and likes my style of writing.

i have been cured of all ill things in my life. this brought extra 40 years to my life. i- seriously this story was amazing! great job. if i could quote the whole story, i would. the narrative from tobio was just way too funny, the instagram comments gave me life, and the overall story was adorable and funny. i couldn't help laughing and smiling. this includes so many headcanons of which i am personally a big fan of. i love the detail that miwa designed tobio's apartment. i love hinata and tobio's friendship, it's just so well written and i give you the biggest praise for that. i am an absolute sucker for atsumu being whipped with tobio, it's just one of the things that makes me the happiest. i love the sister relationship tobio has with both miwa and alisa, it's too pure, and it is totally sister culture to take pretty photos of their dear ones. i love mikan and i love how tobio seems to get along well with it (cause his perevious concern was over animals not liking them, and this warmed my heart so much). i would also like to know where can i apply to the "tobio defence club". i'd like to join them and get those baby pictures.

so first of all: atsumu having a dramatic influence on tobio's behaviour, making him more sassy and outgoing (and more dramatic-), yes, we love to see it. atsumu brings out the best in tobio. we stan a healthy relationship. second of all: (How is it self-obsessed to read comments about himself if he isn’t the one who posted the picture?)- this sentance right here. i adore it sm. i have no words just how amused i am by it. i LIVE for sassy tobio. third of all: atsumu "making a digital shirne and fanpage of tobio-" please that sounds so adorable omfg. yachi being a good and supportive friend,, osamu being the amazing sibling he is,, alisa being an angel she is,, fourth of all: atsumu feeling bad over the pictures because he feels like tobio is uncomfortable is just so cute. a weird statment i know, but i live for relationships built upon deep care for each other. and tobio knowing that something is wrong, but not being able to put a finger on it. omg babyama, you're going to give me a heart attack. im squealing over charaters really loving and appreciating thier partner, it just clenches my heart. okay but kagehina's childish banter means so much to me. and sakusa's comments make me laugh out lound. and last (but not least): tobio teasing atsumu= me screaming my lungs out. and then the council od tobio defence club, i'd love to read more about that. what would their conversations be like?

i love you. i love this fic. i love atsukage. i love that i've had enough luck to be born in time to read this. i thank you so much for writing and sharing. and yes, we always appreciate more atsukage content. great job at writing fluff and comedy, i personally think that you did a great job. i thank you once again, and send many well-wishes!

it’s probably the longest comment i’ve gotten (not that longer automatically means better!) but when people point out specific parts of the story they liked it always makes me smile and feel super loved and everyth

9. Something that inspired your writing this year:

The HQ fandom for sure! I started watching Haikyuu at the beginning of this year and a whole new world of fandom was opened to be haha. I think seeing others work and talk about their writing and fics was inspiring too. And k-dramas. K-dramas always fuel my romantic fantasies.

10. Your proudest accomplishment (that one scene; finally finishing that one fic; posting your first fic; etc)

I wrote a lot this year! I also joined a lot of events towards the later half of the year which helped inspire me and I made a lot of fandom friends too. I learned how to fix the double spacing and italics errors on AO3!!

I think overall, writing so much during 2020 is something I’m proud of. This is the most I’ve ever written. I wrote for different fandoms and I think my writing style has really improved too. I began writing more of what I wanted this year too I think.

11. Do you have any writing goals for the next year?

Last year’s goal: Write more! Write for more fandoms! Write different genres!

I think I definitely did that! Well, maybe not different genres exactly since everything has still been my usual fluff/humour combo lol. But I think I did try new things out a lot. Namely straying away form writing canon-verse I think. I had a lot of fun writing the kuroken angel/reaper AU and I also am in the middle of writing a modern magic AU.

My goals for next year: Keep writing. Write what I want to read. Stop obsessing over hits/kudos so much!!!

I already have a handful of fics planned for the new year and I can’t wait to write more!

[juno-of-the-sky]

info + welcome

hello, and welcome to my blog! my name is juno (a pseudonym, if you are wondering), i am a minor, and i use all pronouns. this is where i’ll be posting my haikyuu fanfiction (although i might dabble a bit into other fandoms)

my favorite characters are sugawara, nishinoya, kenma, bokuto, and ushijima— i will NEVER shut up about these five and i apologize in advance. i was also obsessed with oikawa and kuroo for an embarassingly long time but that’s a different story—

anyone (as long as they don’t fit the dni criteria) is free to send me an ask and strike up a conversation! please note that i most likely will not answer ultra personal questions, but i’ll try to check my ask box often.

also, please note that i am extremely new to tumblr, and as such i’m not familiar with all of the features. if there’s anything i can do to make my blog cleaner, please send me an ask to let me know!

all of my content is sfw, and all ages are free to interact.

please do not interact if: — you are homophobic, transphobic, enbyphobic, lesbophobic, panphobic, acephobic, biphobic, or against mogai and/or neopronouns. this is a safe space for all identities, as long as they are not harmful or discrimatory to anyone else. — you are racist. enough said — you are a nsfw/18+ blog

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if you send me an anonymous ask and would like to be tagged under a particular emoji, i’m happy to! please include that in your ask. content i think may be upsetting will be tagged: #tw [content] if you need anything else tagged, i’m happy to if you send me an ask informing me, on or off anon :)

i’m now taking requests! please note that i’m still a little new to haikyuu, and as such continuity in matches and wins and stuff is— really difficult hgjabhsdn. here’s the list of characters i will write, any sfw genre with any prompt!

karasuno shoyo hinata , tobio kageyama , daichi sawamura , koushi sugawara , yuu nishinoya , kei tsukishima , ryunosuke tanaka 

nekoma tetsurou kuroo , kenma kozume , lev haiba , morisuke yaku , so inuoka , shohei fukunaga

aoba johsai tooru oikawa , hajime iwaizumi fukurodani koutarou bokuto shiratorizawa satori tendou , wakatoshi ushijima other kiyoomi sakusa 

at the moment, the characters i’m working on learning how to write are:

rintaro suna atsumu miya osamu miya keiji akaashi

keep an eye out for them soon!

 thanks for checking out my blog :)

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Are there any other story plot bunnies for the Haikyuu world after you finish all 7 HP! Au books?

Thanks for the ask! I love this one!

So, I don’t know about after I finish all seven Hq at Hogwarts books, but here’s various Hq fics I have tentatively planned for when I have more time. To note, I have no idea when or if some of these will be posted so please don’t hold me to this, but if you’re curious:

1.) Atsuhina accidental/secret marriage canon divergence AU. Basic premise: Hinata and Atsumu get drunk and accidentally married the day before Hinata leaves for Brazil (for the first time). They decide to not tell anyone and work on getting a divorce. The divorce they never really get around to; the not telling anyone works surprisingly well. {This is a short story that I’m really excited about since I don’t often write in the canon universe or write straight out romances. I’m most likely going to post reasonably soon (like Spring soon, not soon like next week). I’ve already got it somewhat planned and a chapter outline started so now it’s more just knowing when I’ll have more time. }

2.) Hq/Scooby Doo AU! sequel: The gang finally gets to go camping. Too bad about the witch....{I’d honestly be surprised if I didn’t start on this one sometime in the next six months, but no promises until I know more about my schedule.}

3.) Medieval-ish Ghost Kagehina AU: This one I can’t say much about without giving things away. It’s a one shot, I’ve been working on it for actual years at this point and ONE DAY I’ll post it....

4.) Retold Fairytale Rarepair fic that I’m currently trying to figure out a plot hole and more structural details on.

Next projects I’m planning in the Cards AU once I finish Shuffling the Deck:

1.) A darker short story focusing on Oikawa and Iwaizumi separately about what happened during the Hearts Civil War.

2.) 5 Missions that Tsukishima and Hinata Kept Secret: a mix of humorous kind of secrets and oh-fuck-no-one-can-ever-know kind of secrets with five mini-case fics.

Essentially, once I finish Shuffling the Deck, I think I’m going to focus mainly on my two long multichapter series (Hq at Hogwarts and After the Fall of Olympus) while doing some shorter stories. Tell me if ya’ll are excited about any of these and I’ll try to give you more details/ know what I should work on next, lol.

[seleniite]

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bokuto drabble — bondage

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bokuto x reader (longfic) — friends to lovers, college/uni au 

kuroo x reader (multichapter) — angst, tragedy, afterlife

atsumu x reader (oneshot) — angst, toxic relationship

[colorseeingchick]

X and L for the writing thing ask🤣💖😘

WAH THANK U FOR ASKING HEHEHE

X- summary of current project?

Its an Atsumu x Reader multichapter/SMAU? She's the manager and he's a lot to deal with LOL but its very domestic strangers to enemies to friends to lovers and I'm obsessed LOL

L- favorite fic of mine?

My first fic! Tsukki- "Oh Baby!" It has a lot of sentimental value and I think its pretty funny hehe.

Ask game!

[scandeniall]

mirrors for friends ch//1

Pairing: TBD x reader (repost bc its not showing up in tags and ive had ppl check too sigh)

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Summary: Youre in a band, Mirrors For Friends with your college best friends Kuroo, Iwaizumi, and Atsumu. They're chaotic, your chaotic but you guys are on your way to the top together. Check a/n at end.

warnings: This IS multichapter. recreational marijuana mention. Everyone is over 21, tags will be added as needed but they're adults what do you expect.

wc: 1253

Inspiring playlists (updated as i find stuff) Apple music | Spotify

Ch. 1 // Mirrors For Friends: The Intro

The air was a mixture of sounds. Instruments being prepped, jokes being thrown, random conversations and the occasional song that played in the background. Just another day in Mirrors For Friends, well for everyone except for you. Earplugs in and an eye mask on, you’d been laying on the dingy couch since you arrived at the bar hours prior. Of course you just had to get a migraine on a day where your band had a show. It was about two hours to showtime, and you were just as good as dead. For once, you were thankful that you had your bassist, Atsumu to cover at least some of your vocals.

Atsumu, Miya. The youngest member remains a complete pain in your ass, but you couldn't see your life without him in it. He was the life of the party, and had been your party buddy during your early 20s. The one always down for a good adventure. You could always rely on him to tell you the honest truth, although it had taken a while to get past his overly blunt nature. Once you did, you saw the resident “pretty boy” for the dork that he was. The one who gets pouts whenever the conversation is moving too fast and he can’t think of a retort fast enough. The one who absolutely melted at the sight of food and would even share some of his brother’s famous onigiri with you. When he's not plucking bass strings he works as an assistant volleyball coach for the local high school. Your love for your band mate had eventually replaced your first meeting with the basest. A meeting than ended in you wanting nothing more than to wipe his stupid smirk off with your fist. You had just started your second year of university, completely minding your business until a stray volleyball made its way to the back of your head. Before anyone could even apologize, you’d manage to throw a few curses at the group of rowdy boys. Your future band mate had come over to apologize but ended it with “maybe you should've been paying more attention.”  After flicking him off you never thought you’d see him again, until you were formally introduced by none other than your drummer.

Hajime, Iwaizumi. The drummer of Mirrors For Friends. The oldest member of your quartet. There was only one year between you and him, but two years between him and Atsumu. Iwa, is the backbone of the band. The most responsible one, having taken care of a drunk you more times than you’d like to admit. If your feet were ever hurting, he’d be the one to give you a piggy back. He definitely looked the most bad ass of you all, with two sleeves of tattoos. Despite that he has a soft spot for the band. He's the most responsible of the band, but you learned that despite that nature, he knew how to have fun. He’d definitely supplied an underage you with alcohol before. When he’s not playing with the band, he's a tattoo artist, and has tattoo’d every member of the band multiple times. In fact, he was the only person you trusted to tattoo you. You’d met him midway through your first year of university, when he was an apprentice. Despite being 19, he’d already had a full sleeve and a shiny eyebrow piercing. In his attempts to calm you down, you learned that he was only a year above you. He was definitely more calming than the jerk that had dragged you to the tattoo shop in the first place. That person being your guitarist.

Tetsurou Kuroo, the guitarist of Mirrors For Friends. He was one of the first people you’d met in university where he ended up being your across neighbor. You’d had your door open in an attempt to get some air circulation in the stuffy dorm, when he noticed your guitar. Full of stickers, it looked used and he was curious. After, finding out the two of you had a common interest in music, the two of you became best friends. He’d ended up being the brother you never asked for. His teasing is similar to Atsumu, however he knew how to keep up. You two became nearly inseparable. He was the member you tended to confide in first, because it was just natural. The one always down to just vibe. You remember the many nights spent in private study rooms, just writing and talking music together. You quickly found out that his writing skills were incredible, not only that but he had the best ear for composing of any of your band mates. Some of your favorite pieces came from writing sessions with just the two of you. When he isn’t antagonizing your band, he works as a TA for a science class at your university. He decided about a year ago to go back to school for a higher degree in biochemistry.

Then there was you. Lead singer, keyboardist, and occasional guitar player when you felt like it. At 26, you’d been in the band since you were 20, and you wouldn’t change it for the world. You loved writing, you loved performing and you loved your boys. Even now when you could feel napkins that you had no doubt were greasy pizza stained ones being thrown at you. It took for the fifth one to hit your forehead to finally sit up, removing both your earplugs and eye mask. Groaning at the combination of fluorescent lighting and noise you shot death glares at your band mates. Who were all miraculously just standing next to one another, pretending to have just been doing nothing but talking. “Would you three do me a favor, and drive off a fucking cliff.”

“I told them to stop,” is what Iwaizumi said, but the smirk on his face said he played a role just like your other idiots.”

“Dude you threw the last one!” Kuroo chimed in.

“Yeah well Atsumu started it”

“What the fuck Iwa- selling me out”

If it weren't for the pounding behind your eyes you might’ve been amused and the usual bickering between the boys. Afterall, it was never serious. If only you could enjoy it.

“Would the 3 overgrown toddlers shut up.” Burying your face into your hand’s you felt the couch dip beside you in the now empty space, and another voice picked up from across the room.

“Yo- what's with the attitude today,” your bassist questioned. He had settled himself on a smaller couch, eyes narrowed on your miserable form. Once he heard the mention of a migraine, his gaze softened. “Tsumu, I’m gonna need to to sing a little more today alright. '' The younger boy nodded, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. He mentioned something about going to look for a pen and paper, so you two could outline a plan and to make sure you had a stool for tonight.

“You wanna go smoke? It should help a little,” the body next to you moved and you looked up to see Kuroo, offering a hand.. “It’s a spot in the shade out back, c’mon.” You took the hand and before you could head out your last bandmade stopped you.

“I have enough time to go pick up some Advil and maybe some caffeine. Don’t smoke too much, you know how strong Kuroo’s shit is. We still have a show tonight.”

“Don’t worry daddy Iwa, I’ve got our beloved lead singer. We’ll be fine.”

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a/n: alright so i’ve been inspired by samwrites Elixir (which YES 100000/10 recommends) AND sam has had an anon talking band au’s lately AND i saw a msby band au edit on twitter so i cracked out my keyboard.

ok but seriously, idk which guy im gonna end up doing so for now itll just be band dynamics, and then whoever sparks my interest or whoever is voted on after a few parts will win. I did a randomizer, got a winner and started but then started feeling the other possibilities. Anyways whoever is not the chosen ones its just friendship, no love triangles and shit. But whoever wins, just know I have a potential plot for ALL ((((im just too un-dedicated and busy with summer college courses to actually fully commit to all of them)))

lastly, this is me again experimenting w/ diff ways of writing so bare with me AND if anyone cares i could make a taglist.