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“Excuse me, the sex dungeon?” —’s trying to get past in earnest now, practically plastered to ——’s front as he fumbles behind him for the door latch. “Now that I have to see.”
“There’s no sex dungeon. Forget I said anything.”
tagging @cosmickoshi @4th-make-quail @tabsters @kings-highway and whoooever else!
“Uh-oh,” Daishou says innocently. “Snake eyes. You lose this round, Bokuto-sama.”
Nobody laughs at him, but still—Koutarou can feel their judgment all the same. And he laughs it off, and Hikari makes a crass joke a couple seconds later that shifts all the attention to her, and nobody even bats an eye at Koutarou’s loss.
Still—Koutarou is reminded that the one thing he hates more than anything in this world is losing.
yakuza AU! and now we all collectively boo daishou's presence. @idonsson and anyone else!
“Weirdo.” Rin mutters, looking up into Hiori’s bright eyes. They look so big, like they could swallow him whole.
And Rin would probably let them.
“That makes two of us, don’tcha think?”
“Shut up.”
Hiori laughs again, lighter this time.
“Can’t wait to see how ya hide those hickeys, sweetheart.”
This is the end of my recently posted hiorin fic, I haven't written since I finsihed it
As for the tags @remuswriting (thanks for following me, I got so excited) @sweetangelicdevil (not 100% sure we're mutuals but I like your writing) and anyone else who wants to
if @evelhak interpreted the previous tagger correctly… XD this is a “post whatever from your WIP”! thanks for the tag! i took your cue for it to be a somewhat longer snippet than i usually post.
context:
i expect absolutely No One to care about this even though it’s in the ETWT verse
Kuzu is Suna (now Komori) Rintarou’s little sister, but he adopted her so she uses brother and dad interchangably
as for ‘that one time Rin degloved his hand’… if u know u know
whatever just read it
Komori Kuzunoha was sixteen years old when she—
Okay, listen! It was the Spring Tournament. Her high school had made it to Nationals. She was a backup libero, no way would she would be start—oh, okay, turns out Shizuka-senpai twisted her ankle just after the first game. Great! She, of course, texts her dads furiously about it.
(This will be important later.)
Round Two is when the seeded teams drop into the bracket. But what are the odds that they—
Kuzu stares at the posted list with mounting horror and panic.
It’s only round two, and they are up against Niiyama, the top high school girls’ team in the country.
What are the fucking odds?!
She texts Rin about this. She texts Uncle Osamu. She even texts Uncle Omi, though she knows he’s probably busy with the twins.
Why are we playing Niiyama already?!
This is it. The end of her volleyball career. She’s a first-year reserve libero up against the top girls in the nation, she’s going to mess up so royally and publicly that everyone’s going to forget even that one time that Rin degloved his hand.
Okay, maybe she was getting a little worked up about this.
She takes a seat in the hall and slowly counts on her fingers. Five things you can see. Four you can feel. Three you can hear. Two you can smell. One—she takes a sip of Pocari—you can taste.
Listen up, buttercup, you’re not a Komori for nothing, she tells herself sternly. You will get out there and make your dads proud and absolutely crush it!!
Still, she ducks a hand into her bag and fishes out a familiar hairclip with a yellow bow. It gets pinned into her ponytail holder, so it won’t fly off mid-match. There. Now she’s ready.
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this is from my semishira american AU where both semi and shirabu are japanese-american. this is why i use given name then family name, instead of the other way around.
semi is in a band
semi and shirabu are kind of strangers but also kind of friends
Eita jumps around the stage, waving his free hand around in the air, somehow managing to keep singing well as he does. When he screams about screaming, he runs to the front of the stage, dropping down into a squat, tipping his head down and grabbing fistfuls of his hair, like he’s acting out having a panic attack. He pops back up, pointing the microphone towards the crowd and waving his free hand wildly, inviting them to scream along with him.
Everyone around him erupts into screaming and shouting, at Eita Semi’s beck and call. Kenjirou does not join in, but he finds that—he’s right on the edge of opening his mouth and screaming, letting all of his emotions loose. Catharsis, or something like that. In the background, the guitarist shouts, “Oh my fucking God!” and everyone screams some more.
He really does seem like a star, like this. Something larger than life, something so shiny, something so bright. Everyone is looking up at him, giving him their full adoration—like they need his beauty and his singing voice to live. If Kenjirou didn’t know any better, he would have said that Eita’s like a modern-day siren, luring his unsuspecting victims to their deaths.
When he’s about to start singing again, he raises his palm in the air, then makes a fist with his hand, the universal symbol for shut up, and the incredible thing is, the crowd shuts up immediately.
There’s a lot of people that adore Eita Semi. There’s so many people, and…
Somehow, amidst all the chaos of the crowd, Eita manages to make direct eye contact with Kenjirou. Kenjirou knows that they do, because Eita’s eyes widen when he sees him, just the tiniest bit. And when he does, he doesn’t stop singing, but he does smile a little bit wider, waving in Kenjirou’s direction.
He’s not waving at you, Kenjirou tells himself, trying to shake the thought out of his mind. He’s smarter than that, and he’s not delusional enough to think that he’s special in any way. He’s just another face in the crowd to Eita. And yet…
He’s shining so brightly up there. Like he truly belongs there.
…Kenjirou might be becoming one of those very people that adore Eita Semi.
This is the start of my Hinata in Nekoma AU that i'll try to write this summer
For context, he moved to Tokyo before his third year of middle school to the house next to Kenma's
He becomes friends with both Kenma and Kuroo because of volleyball and goes to high school with them
Shouyou Hinata was eleven when he saw a volleyball match for the first time. In a TV on a shop down, the high school National Tournament was playing, a nearby school’s volleyball team on the court. He’d fallen in love with the sport as he watched the Little Giant jump.
Shouyou wasn’t eleven anymore but he was still very much in love with volleyball. And for the first time in his life he’d be going to a school with a real team: Nekoma High.
“Kenma! What took you so long?” Shouyou asked as his blonde friend finally appeared at the door. The other just shrugged as he joined Shouyou in walking towards the train station.
A little over a year ago, the Hinata family had moved to the house next to the Kozume’s. Having a volleyball net hanging in his backyard had given Kenma another intense friend obsessed with the sport. Maybe he should take it down. Or not.
Don't know if I have more writer mutuals so open tags!
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Hiori isn't as bad as Rin had first thought. He's actually enjoyable to be around, even if he sometimes smiles at Rin in that way that makes him want to run away.
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He’d set every ball to Shouyou because he wanted to watch him spike, he wanted to watch him fly. He’d watch him forever if he could, set him one ball after another just so he could see him again.
Not that he was going to admit that any time soon.
He was painfully aware of was how his leg was so close to Shouyou’s. If he moved a bit, they’d touch. And he found himself wondering what it’d feel like. Maybe Shouyou would be warm. What if he hugged Shouyou and he was warm and it was so nice hugging him? Tobio wanted to try that, wanted to find out how it’d feel to touch him.
But he didn’t know if Shouyou would want to try that too.
hii would you write about a reader who is a bench player and is very bad at volleyball. he always tries his best with volleyball and atsumu/bokuto gets a crush on reader bc of that. but char unintentionally offends reader by telling reader that he sucks at volleyball so he should practise with char since char is sooo 🙄 good at it and can help him, and is confused when reader is cold or ignores char when char tries to get close to him?
it can be any character you see that fits the story actually but i feel like this is something one of those two would do
I see this happening with either Bokuto or Atsumu, just with very different vibes. And I was feeeling in the mood of writing Atsumu so I decided to go with him. Hope you like this, thank you so much for the request
I'm so sorry i've kept you waiting for so long, really have no excuse
MAYBE IF YOU KEPT YOUR MOUTH SHUT
Atsumu Miya x male! reader
Atsumu says some things without thinking, only to not notice when those things hurt
Contains: second and third person pov, some uses of y/n, reader is part of the Inarizaki team and bad at volleyball
Being in a team with such a high level like Inarizaki had its good and bad things. On the one hand, they always qualified for the Nationals and got to play in important competitions. On the other hand, those who weren’t good had no chance.
Those like you.
Out of all the second years, you were the only one benched, all the others were starters. You were still an important part of the team, anyone who could handle the twins was, and they all knew Kita wanted you to be captain next year. But none of that changed the bitter feeling stuck in your throat when you watched everyone play without you.
You might have not been born with a talent for the sport, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t improve.
Every day, you’d stay after practice and train. Again, again and again. Fighting to get that perfect serve, that perfect set, that perfect jump. You weren’t sure if you were trying to be noticed or just be ready for the possibility of having to step in to sub for someone, but in the end it didn’t matter.
You kept giving it your all.
Atsumu had noticed this back in your first year. You worked harder than everyone, even if there was no reward for you, and he admired that.
At some point, he wasn’t sure when, that admiration had turned into a crush.
And the truth was, he didn’t know what to do with the feelings.
Yes, he’d been on a couple dates before. But those had been with girls, more specifically, girls he didn’t know much. You were his friend and his teammate, if he fucked things up he’d have to deal with the consequences.
So instead of facing the massive crush he had he instead just circled you like some puppy looking for attention, becoming extremely obvious.
It was a random Tuesday. Practice was over. You were in the court, working on your sets. Atsumu was outside the locker room, waiting for Osamu to be ready to leave.
As he waited, he couldn’t help but look into the gym, look at you. It was only the two of you there right now, so maybe he could… He just needed to figure out what to say.
“That set was terrible. All of them, honestly.” Atsumu spoke as he walked up to you. “Maybe I should give ya some one on one lessons, what ya think?”
He smiled confidently, thinking he was so smart for figuring out that giving you lessons would be a great way to spend time alone together. So he was very, very confused when you didn’t reply, instead turning around to put the ball away.
“y/n? Don’t ignore me!” He said, trying to catch your attention as he noticed you were about to leave.
“Have a good afternoon, Atsumu.” You replied, voice cold, before walking out to the changing room.
You stumbled into Osamu at the door, who was confused to see your hurt expression.
“What have you done to y/n, dumbass?” Osamu asked his twin as he got back into the gym.
“I’ve done nothing!”
By next morning, everyone knew Atsumu had messed up somehow. Usually, you wouldn’t leave each other’s side from the moment classes started. But today you were ignoring him, while he just followed you around asking you to listen to him.
“Samu, I don’t know what to do.” He’d admitted to his twin at lunch. “I think y/n hates me.”
“What did ya do?” Osamu asked, munching on his onirigi.
“I don’t know! I just asked him if he wanted me to help him with sets and he got mad!”
“What did you say exactly?” Suna asked, not looking up from his phone.
The three of them were eating together. Usually you sat with them too, but today you were nowhere to be found.
“I said… ‘Maybe I should give you some lessons’ or something like that. Ya know, cause his playing kinda sucks…”
“You told him that? I’m surprised he’s only ignoring ya.”
“Why? What’s wrong with it?”
“Atsumu, how dumb are you? You know how hard y/n works and you go and insult his playing?”
Everyone at the table could see the gears turning in Atsumu’s head. Suddenly, he dropped his head down, banging it against the hard surface.
“I’m an idiot. y/n must hate me now.”
“Yeah, you’re an idiot.” Osamu replied. “But I don’t think he hates ya. He’s probably just mad.”
“I’m gonna fix this.” Atsumu said, getting up. “I’ll talk to him and apologize.”
“Good luck with getting him to talk to ya.” Suna muttered as the setter left the table and ran out of the cafeteria.
Finding you was being harder than he’d expected. He’d looked everywhere around the school but he couldn’t find you, and now the break was about to end and he needed to talk to you because he’d messed up and he had to fix it so you wouldn’t hate him forever and he had to…
His thoughts were scattered so he didn’t even realize where he was going. His feet automatically guided him into the volleyball gym.
"Why haven’t I looked here before? I’m such an idiot."
Because of course, that was exactly where you were. Standing on one end of the court with a cart full of balls, you practiced your serves. You’d been trying to copy Atsumu’s dual serve style since last year but your results were… Decent, at best.
“Your hand gives ya away. You need to keep it facing forwards no matter what.” He said, startling you as you dropped the ball.
“Leave me alone, I don’t want your advice.”
Atsumu’s first instinct was to say something along the lines of ‘you need my advice’, but he’d learned his lesson.
“I’m sorry, y/n.” You kept looking forward instead of looking at him. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that I didn’t mean it-”
“You did mean it. I suck at volleyball. Maybe I should just quit.” Atsumu felt his heart break just at the thought of it.
“No! Please, no. Yes, you’re not super good but you care and… I think that’s better.” He said desperately, approaching you. “I wasn’t thinking when I told you all that, I just wanted to find an excuse to spend more time with you.”
“But Tsumu… We already spend a lot of time together.”
“I was thinking more of time alone… Like a date.” He felt his heart press against his ribs like it was about to burst.
You looked up to him, traces of tears born from frustration still in your face.
“You could’ve just said that, ya know? I wouldn’t have said no…” You admitted.
“Uh?” He blinked stupidly. “You wouldn’t?”
“I wouldn’t.” You repeated, sighing, and finally smiled. “It’s a date then?”
“Yes! Of course!” He said, grinning in a mixture of relief, disbelief and overwhelming happiness.
“But I’ll still take those one on one lessons. I really need to work on my sets.”
“Gladly.” His grin turned more cocky. “What teacher better than me could you find?”
You chuckled at his words, still smiling and all Atsumu could think was:
"He’s the best."
A/N: again, sorry it took so long. but at least i finally wrote atsumu. he's not my favorite but he's fun to write
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Shoyo and Kenma are dating and have been living together since Shoyo came back to Japan. In secret, of course, because they don't want to cause a scandal that could affect Shoyo’s career or even Kenma’s. However, all that secrecy comes crashing down when Natsu visits and ends up appearing on stream, making everyone think she is Kenma's girlfriend.
Back in Madrid and all alone, Sae Itoshi is secretly glad he agreed to give his number to that horny idiot. Or maybe not so secretly.
Now he gets to keep alive the fire that light up that day, even if through a screen. He probably should be smarter than to play with fire, but there’s no way he’ll get burnt, nothing will go wrong… Right?
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“Nagi, get up. We need to go, practice starts soon.”
“Uhhgg, five more minutes.” Seishiro replied, turning around in his bed.
Reo sighed, but there was a fond smile on his face.
“Come on, you know Prince will be mad if we’re late.”
“We could skip breakfast.”
“We both know you’re not surviving practice on an empty stomach.”
“Mmmm you’re right.”
Seishiro started getting up, moving slowly like each of his limbs weighed a ton. The purple haired boy waited for him, standing at the door of their room.
“Let’s go, Nagi.” He said once the other was finally up and walking.
“Reo.” He said suddenly.
“Yes?”
“Call me Seishiro, please.”
Reo had expected many things, but definitely not that. He tried to stutter out a reply, fumbling his words.
“You- want me to call you Seishiro? Why now? I’ve always called you Nagi.”
“The way you said it when you were mad at me… I didn’t like it.” Seishiro admitted, looking at his feet like saying all this took so much energy from him he couldn’t even keep his head up. “So now that we’re not fighting anymore… I don’t want you to keep calling me that.”
Reo’s surprised expression softened into a smile. Lately, Seishiro had been trying his best to be more open about what he wanted, to communicate with Reo. It was new, and most of the time he didn’t know what to say. But it was a welcomed change.
“I’ll call you Seishiro then.” He replied softly. His words made the white haired boy blush.
He’d wondered how it’d feel to hear Reo say his name but this… This was better than he could have ever imagined.
“You’re blushing because I said your name? You’re so cute, Seishiro.” Of course, that made him blush harder.
“I’m not cute…”
“That’s right, you’re the cutest.” Reo replied, smiling. Seishiro couldn’t help but smile back.
Neither of them could understand how they’d survived separated for so long. Not when being together felt this good.
Without thinking too much, Reo leaned in and lightly kissed Seishiro, leaving the other speechless again.
“Good morning kiss.” Reo explained with a smile, while Seishiro just stood there still red. He didn’t seem to mind however.
“Get a room!” Chigiri yelled from his bed, where he was sitting brushing his hair.
“This is our room.” Reo replied with a smirk.
“Yeah and also mine.” It was clear, however, that their roommate didn’t really mind the display of affection. He was smiling after all.
“Breakfast?” Seishiro asked. He then hesitated for a second before grabbing Reo’s hand.
Once again, Reo was stunned. But this time it quickly turned into a wide grin, one of those Seishiro lived to see.
“Breakfast. Don’t wanna be late for practice.”
“Or Prince will make us run extra laps. What a hassle.”
The two of them walked out of the room, hands linked.
A/N: just a short and sweet nagireo moment because i just read chapter 186 and seeing them get together again literally healed my soul
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OTHERS
★ Feels Like Spiking
★ Sae/Shidou, oneshot
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Because Koushi Sugawara would never be the best. He wasn't even close. But he'd been playing for long and he knew quite some stuff about this sport.
I will never see the view from the top. He admitted to himself. But I can show them how to climb the steps I've already been through so they can get higher than I ever did.
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