#from.nonnie

✎ gender. neutral ✎ ameris’ notes. i DONT KNOW WHO YOU ARE BUT I LOVE YOU MORE! hope u had a nice one too! (also these are actually short drabbles for once. i didn’t go overboard) 

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It was so cliche, straight out of a coming of age movie, honestly. But you wouldn’t have it any other way. Not with the way that Tooru pulled ever so slightly away from you, his lips still hovering over yours and the taste of your bubblegum flavored lip gloss on his lips. 

Tooru didn’t think he liked bubblegum that much. But after that kiss? He's starting to think it’s becoming his favorite flavor, as long as it came from you.

He stared down at you through his long eyelashes, his eyes darted from your lips to your eyes back to your lips. Sliding his hand up your side to the back of your neck, Tooru tilted your head, leaning down to place his lips on yours. His eyes fluttered shut as he felt you kissing back, leaning into him. 

✎ gender. neutral ✎ ameris’ notes. i have never written for sakusa but I love petrichor and I also enjoy trying something new. Anyway my b if I get him wrong LMAO wish me luck. also wait, i can’t remember sakusa likes dogs canonically right...? 

It had been a long while since Tokyo had had this much rain. In fact, there wasn’t even supposed to be any rain today so you didn’t have your umbrella with you. 

Usually by now you’d be at home but you had to stop by the store to pick up puppy food. It was barely drizzling when you arrived at the store but the moment you walked out the doors it was suddenly pouring. So you decided to wait it out, seeing as the store ran out of umbrellas to sell.

That was an hour ago, and it seemed as if the rain wasn’t going to let up. But you’d be pretty mad at yourself if it let up in the five minutes it took for you to get to your stop to your apartment. 

So you continued waiting. 

You weren’t the only one, a man close by was waiting out the rain as well. He wore a face mask and athletic black clothes. His hands were tucked in his pockets and his eyes seemed.... Bored? No, that wasn’t the right word. At first glance, he seemed bored, mad even. But there was a little twinkle in his eye as he watched the rain. 

the touch of a giant, soft plushie + semi :’) —🧸<3

✎ gender. neutral ✎ ameris’ notes. its okay semi brain rot is real. talk to your doctor to see what you can do to- (and thank you I'm... brain dead... why’d i try to organize my blog uhgnfg also *still* trying to figure out how to write semi oh god)

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It was a small little arcade booth game That’s all it was. The game was supposed to be easy, it is supposed to be easy. Semi just saw some middle schooler beat the game and walk away with a big teddy plush. If that middle schooler was able to beat it, he should too right?

I mean, he’s also part of the Shiratorizawa Volleyball Club. He has a mean serve that leaves his opponents in the dust. 

So someone explain to him why he was stuck at this arcade game for the past thirty minutes as you stood off to the side slightly antsy. It was just three damn bottles he had to knock down. Three. That’s it. 

“Eita, baby, it’s okay, let’s try out some other games!” You pleaded, slightly tugging on his jacket sleeve. But he didn’t budge. You weren’t surprised, he was athletic and there’s only so much you could do to try to physically overcome him. Aka, practically impossible. 

Semi frowned before muttering, “It should be easy, just let me try again.” He looked past you, glaring at the back of the head of the middle schooler before turning his attention back to the game. The teenager in charge of the booth shied away, a little scared of the intense energy emitting from Semi. 

You sighed, “I mean, it’s really cute of you to try to win the teddy bear but-”

The game bell rang out, interrupting you and you glanced at the empty shelves missing of bottles with an open jaw before your closed your mouth, the corners of your lips turning upward. 

The teenaged boy handed Semi the large plushed teddy bear. You couldn’t help but squeal in response when Semi handed you the giant, soft plushie. His face was stained red and you would have taken this chance to tease him but the plushie was way too soft for you to not bury your face into it. 

𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛: neutral 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜: curse words 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 0.4𝚔

𝚊𝚟𝚛𝚒'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜: idk why but i found it really funny when it was just ‘oww’ but also im writing this while being caffeinated and also taking benadryl which makes you sleepy so my mind is like on another plane of existence ahhahahadhfkjhgkdf. thank u for the request and i hope u enjoy it bb uwu (reposting cus it wasn’t showing in the tags ))): )

Kuroo stares at you as you lecture him for what was probably the fifth time that week. Not that he minded, it was the same old lecture and he loved it when you would baby him. Especially when you taped up his fingers because he loved the feel of your fingers against his. And that's exactly what you were doing, taping up his fingers.

“Are you even listening to me, Kuroo?” You glare at him, a vein very apparent on your forehead and yet the boy still thinks you’re adorable no matter how angry you were.

“Oww,” he whines, but it comes out more like a question even as he feigns pain by pulling his hand away from yours. That was a mistake, he misses your hand already.

“You dumbass,” you roll your eyes, grabbing his hand back to finish up the last bit of tape. “You need to take better care of your nails and maybe don’t block spikes incorrectly on purpose, captain.” You give him a knowing glance before tucking the rest of the medical supplies away. Kuroo’s eyes widen as a flush of red struggles to make its way onto his face. He doesn’t let it but if you were to look close enough, his ears were tinted red.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, oh manager of mine,” he tries to retort back, standing back up to watch the team practicing on the court.

“I’m not your manager, Kuroo, I’m the team manager,” you reply.

“Oh?” His signature grin dons his face as he stares at you. “By that logic, I’m not your captain.”

“Yeah, well,” you finally make eye contact with him once the medical supplies were sorted and put away neatly, “you’re my pain in the ass.”

This time, the blush finally does make its way onto his face but you don’t even have time to realize as you quickly turn away to walk off before he could see how flustered you are.

“So you admit I am yours!” Kuroo tries to retorts but it comes out slightly uneasy.

Yaku stares at the two of you, wearing a sort of deadpan look before turning back to practice.

“I swear, if they don’t get together by the end of the day I’m just gonna-!” The libero doesn’t even finish his statement, too frustrated at the two of you.

✎ gender. neutral ✎ ameris’ notes. IT’S NOVEMBER. aka it’s christmas/holiday season. i love this time of year but the vibes aren’t there this year cus of pandemic + it’s 90-100 where i’m at (again) despite being the middle of november (also wrote this because the new spider-man game is during christmas so it got me in the christmas mooodddddddddd)

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Soft jazz holiday music played softly through the apartment. Decorations signaling that the holidays were finally here littered the walls and shelves. It was still a somewhat empty apartment, as you and Kuroo had just moved in and didn’t have much time to really make it your home. Between your job and his own, it was hard to find some time to relax, fill your little apartment to be yours and his.

Seeing as you had a little bit of time before Kuroo would be back home, you went ahead to make your apartment festive and have your first Holiday season in this small apartment. Lighting up a few candles, the smell of cinnamon already reaching your nose, you began to do a little dance around the apartment. Soon enough Kuroo would be walking into the cinnamon-scented apartment, dinner all prepped and ready (granted it was take-out, but you couldn’t be bothered after a tiring work day).

It was some sort of western American movie when you heard the door open, the unlocking of the door most likely being too quiet for you to notice. 

Kuroo spoke up calling your name after excusing himself as he entered and you immediately turned the corner to see him admiring your handiwork around the apartment. Although he was already smiling, despite his tired face, his face lit up as he saw you. 

His hair was more mussed up than usual, most likely from him gripping his hair as he worked at his desk. 

“Long day?” You asked, walking up to him to place a kiss on his cheek. 

“Yeah, but at least I had something to look forward to.” He smiled softly, placing a small gentle kiss against your lips. When he pulled away he glanced around the hall again before taking in a deep breath. “Did you light up the cinnamon candles?” 

“Yup, now come on, I ordered take out from your favorite place.” You grabbed his hand, pulling him along. “And after dinner let’s just relax, yeah?” 

YEA YOU. YOU UNDERSTAND.

like it’s so obvious that you and suga are pining for each other and AHHHH the students just want you all to get together so bad like please. They can’t put up with his lame jokes anymore.

and the idea of the students devising a plan where they trap you somewhere (a janitorial closet or something :3c idk how Japanese school buildings work I’m sorry) IS JUST SO CHEFS KISS. MWAH

Like you and suga really thought one of your students, who you both view as practically your own kid (because teachers usually do lol), got hurt and you have to help them!!

OKAY BUT. BUT.

the idea of the kids thinking you and suga are already going out. Or they’re even asking you and suga when they’re getting engaged or when’s the wedding, even if they know they aren’t together yet JUST to get under their skin?

𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛: neutral 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜: uhm, fluff? 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 0.7𝚔

𝚊𝚟𝚛𝚒'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜: i’ve also only written atsumu like maybe once or twice so UHHHH am sorry but thank you for sending in this request so i can get a handle on the boysssss. ALSO THIS WAS LOOSELY BASED OFF OF AN IDEA I WANTED TO DO FOR ONE OF THE INARIZAKI BOYS BUT LIKE i don’t have the motivation for it hngng also this is slightly different than how i usually write lul

Atsumu didn’t care much about anything else other than volleyball and beating his brother in everything. What else did he need to care about? 

He has everything he ever wanted and then some. He’s good at volleyball, he has a whole fanclub so it’s not like he was lacking in any suitors, he has some pretty damn good friends he would do anything for (even if he doesn’t show it). He didn’t necessarily need anything else. What else did he need? 

Inarizaki High School is well known in the world of volleyball. After all, the last time they went to nationals they got second place. Of course, the Miya twins are another set of names that are well known, but that’s not the point here. The point is, the school catered towards the volleyball team. Despite the lack of a manager, the volleyball team always had a cheer squad supporting them. 

But they also had an entire band that would fill the stands. 

And then there was you; a piano player at heart but never quite got the chance to let your talent shine when you and the rest of the band had to go you always had to wear the wretched glockenspiel (think something along the lines of a small marimba [or xylophone] with higher notes) since it was small and easily portable. 

You didn’t hate mallet instruments, nor did you hate going to volleyball games to play music for the team. You just missed being able to play to your heart’s content. 

So whenever you got the chance to have the music clubroom to yourself, you’d sit at the grand piano and start playing. 

You’re so immersed in your own musical world that you don’t notice one of the twins standing by the door, watching. His eyes trailed to your fingers as they danced over the black and white keys gracefully. Any mistakes you may have been making go over his head; they’re too subtle for non-musicians to notice. 

Atsumu doesn’t even realize that the middle C is ever so slightly flat as you grace over that key on your piece. In fact, even he becomes immersed in your world of melodies and harmonies, totally forgetting that Kita asked him to deliver a few papers to the music club president. 

Right now, time stopped and in this little club room of yours, it was just you, your piano, and Miya Atsumu; not that you were aware of his presence. 

For the first time, Atsumu sort of wished he paid attention the the band members that would come to each of his games. He vaguely remembers you, you’re in charge of the percussion instruments and had a sort of wonky-looking instrument that’d be strapped around your torso. But now he definitely won’t forget you. 

Not with the way you’re skillfully creating music. Or was it talent? Maybe it was a little bit of both. Either way, Atsumu may not know anything about music, but he certainly knew that you put in the hard work to be able to play as beautifully as you are right now. 

As your piece comes to an end, the corner of your lips perk up and a happy sigh leaves your mouth as you move to close the piano. Clapping brings you out of your daze and gives you the sudden realization that you weren’t alone and you turn your head quickly, your eyes meeting brown eyes that are accompanied by a smirk of sorts. 

✎ gender. neutral ✎ ameris’ notes. thanks for stopping by bb!! me tagging those who I know love daichi? more likely than you think <3 @stcrryskies @daichisloosetooth here’s some daichi crumbs <3 i also kinda changed it... because its been a minute since ive written angst so yeah it contains kinda angst lol.

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What was that phrase? 

Nothing good happens at two a.m? 

Because it’s when the world’s quiet, where you’re more than likely riding a tired high where you’re making too many impulsive decisions to count. Your thoughts are loud in contrast to the quiet world. 

But you knew the world wasn’t truly quiet, it never was. Even when it’s dark, and when there were no more cars on the road driving because this was when everyone was asleep. 

With the stars flickering in the night sky as your only companions, you continued to trek through the empty streets of Miyagi with one place in mind. 

There was this lone streetlamp that held more memories than you wanted to after everything. But it’s somewhere you’ve been finding yourself at for the past few weeks, months even. 

Its where you first met, where you first kissed, where you’d both meet to go on last minute adventures when the two of you couldn’t sleep. 

Of course, he would scold for being up and not getting any rest, but he wasn’t either. 

But it’d been so long since you made a good memory here or even a recent memory. Yet, you still found yourself walking here for the first time since everything fell apart. 

To your surprise you saw a figure there under the light and though it was two in the morning, you weren’t scared. A sense of calmness and ease flowed over you. 

The person under the light looked up as you approached

“Daichi,” you breathed out, the chill air appearing before your eyes and you smiled. Your heart fluttered when he smiled back before speaking up.