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violescent-scrolls · 2 years
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Calling The Haikyuu Boys ‘Dude/Bro’
Pairings: Sakusa x Reader, Oikawa x Reader, Kenma x reader (reader is gender neutral in all three!)
Word Count: ~1.8k
Warnings: mild cursing, mentions of insecurities in Kenma’s but honestly this is mostly just straight up fluff, attempt at humor
A/N: AHH this is my first time writing for most of these characters (I’ve only written for Sakusa once before) so I hope they’re not OOC. These were fun so if you’d like to see these for a particular haikyuu character lmk and I’ll try my hand at writing for them
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Kiyoomi Sakusa
This man will not hesitate to shut this down immediately.
Scoffs and grimaces in disgust at your words.
Literally acts as if you sneezed on him or something smh.
Will ask you not to call him that ‘cause he’s your boyfriend, not your *gags and shudders* bro.
Will get very blushy and flustered if you tease him about it.
“Bro, you’ll never believe what I just found!” you exclaimed as you rushed over to your boyfriend, Kiyoomi, who was pushing along the grocery cart as he diligently followed you around, occasionally stopping to pick up items that piqued his interest. You were carrying a handful of disinfectant wipes with a proud look on your face. “They’ve got a buy one get one free offer for the lemon-scented wipes you like so much. What a steal, right? We’re almost out of them at home so I think we should stock up while we’ve got the chance. There were more but I couldn’t really carry them all by myself so I figured we could go back together.”
You were shocked to find your boyfriend scowling. You were so sure he’d be even more thrilled than you were, considering how fast he went through his cleaning supplies. You were even more shocked when he lifted his hand to flick your forehead, not nearly hard enough to hurt, but enough for you to let out an indignant ‘Hey! What was that for?!”
“Don’t call me that. I’m your boyfriend, not your bro.” He damn near whined out. “How would you like it if I called you bro?”
Instead of answering his question, you took this as an opportunity to tease your usually oh-so-stoic-and-unbothered boyfriend.
“Awww, Omi” you gushed, “your wish is my command. What would you prefer I call you? Love? Honey? What about dear? Oh, I know! Sweetie pie! Or how about pumpkin? Perhaps even my beloved?”
The more embarrassing nicknames you suggested, the more flustered your Omi got. While the bottom half of his face was covered, you could clearly see the tips of his ears turn an adorable shade of pink.
“You’re intolerable.” He groaned out, readjusting his mask in an attempt to hide his red face.
He pushed the cart leaving you in the frozen food aisle with about 12 disinfectant wipe containers clutched in your hands.
“Omi! Love! Wait for me! I don’t wanna carry these anymore, they’re so heavy,” you whined out.
“Should have thought about that before being such a brat, babe,” he shouted with a smirk, though he slowed down so you could catch up to him at the end of the aisle, his chest feeling all warm and fuzzy.
Toru Oikawa
Please, he is so dramatic.
Will go all out on the theatrics. Waterworks, whines, the works.
By the end of the interaction you’ll be so done with him you’ll regret your slip up.
One thing’s for sure, you’re never calling him dude or bro ever again.
He’s so embarrassing but you love him so…
You were at the mall doing some window shopping with your boyfriend, Toru, when all of a sudden something caught your eye.
“Bro, look at that shirt and pants combo. Pretty cute, right? Maybe I could wear it next time we go out with our old classmates. I wonder if they have my-”
You were quickly interrupted by Oikawa who let out a gasp loud enough to catch the attention of several people walking by. He held his right arm up to his chest, placing his hand where his heart is located, and looked away from you woefully. Drama queen.
“Dude, what the fuck?” you asked, feeling embarrassed by all the stares. You tried to get him to stop calling so much attention to the pair of you by dragging him along but he only huffed at you.
“Y/N-chan!” Oikawa whined out, “Don’t call me those names. They’re so unromantic. I’m your boyfriend, not some ‘dude’. People will think we’re not together.”
“People will have a real reason to think that if you don’t stop causing a scene,” you warned, crossing your arms. Though both of you knew your threat was as empty as threats could get, you really did want him to shut up so people would stop staring and giggling.
“Don’t say that! You’re always so mean to me, the man you love,” he sniffed, finally looking at you. “There are so many other things you could call me.”
“Like what?” you asked, “Shittykawa?”
Toru let out a scandalized gasp. “Y/N! You’re being so mean to your boyfriend. You’ve been spending too much time with Iwa-chan. He’s such a bad influence.”
He was being so loud right now you could feel the burning stares of everyone around you.
“Toru! You’re being embarrassing right now,” you hissed. You weren’t really mad at him, more so mildly irritated by his childish behavior. After all, you loved your boyfriend very much, theatrics and all.
Toru finally let you drag him to the shop that had caught your eye, but only when you grabbed his hand and intertwined your fingers with his.
For the rest of your visit to the mall, Oikawa kept proposing nicknames you could use for him instead of ‘dude’ or ‘bro’, each one more ridiculous than the last.
“How about… love? My one and only setter? Wait! I’ve got the perfect one. Snookums.”
Kenma Kozume
His reaction would be the most subdued of them all.
That’s not to say the nickname wouldn’t bother him, rather he would let the interaction stew in his brain over hours as he agonized over what you called him.
It won’t be until later when you’re both at home that he tentatively brings up the subject, quietly asking you not to call him that again.
Will probably act like it's not a big deal and it doesn’t bother him but it really does.
He’s literally everything, please reassure him and give him cuddles and call him cute nicknames.
This was one of those rare occasions when the two of you (mainly Kenma) willingly went out to the mall. A part of his computer’s cooling system had been giving him problems and he had a 24-hour charity stream in two days and he really couldn’t afford to have his computer failing him halfway through. Usually, he’d order these things online but with such short notice and his preferred company for buying these sorts of things being overseas, he was worried he wouldn’t be able to get the computer fixed in time. So, with a lack of enthusiasm and you there for moral support, he left the comfort of your shared apartment in search of the nearest reliable electronics shop.
It really wasn’t so bad. It was a Monday morning so there weren’t many people there. He’d been recognized by one or two people but they’d been nice enough, simply saying hi and leaving them be.
While he looked at different pieces, looking for the right one, you’d wandered off to look at the videogames area.
“Dude! Look what they have,” you exclaimed, shoving the slim box with the words ‘Pokémon Legends: Acerus’.
He smiled at your excitement, looking at you fondly as you continued to ramble enthusiastically about the game.
“Bro, I’ve been dying to play this game for ages. I heard the gameplay is totally different from that of the other games. A streamer I was watching the other day said she loved it and she’s got similar tastes to you so I think you’d enjoy it too. Do you think we buy two copies or just share one? You know what, I think we should just get two ‘cause I heard it was kind of addictive and you know how we both get when it comes to video games.”
Kenma nodded in agreement telling you to grab another one and meet him back here so the two of you could pay. He had the computer part he wanted in his hands thanks to an employee who’d been kind enough to notice he was having trouble finding what he wanted, despite Kenma feeling too anxious to request his assistance.
“Woah, your friend’s pretty passionate about videogames, huh? That’s really cute,” the employee commented, something akin to interest shining in his eyes.
Kenma’s skin pricked uncomfortably. Why on Earth would that employee say that? To your boyfriend, no less. The way the guy said that didn’t really sound platonic. Did he- did he think you were single?
All of a sudden, it hit him. You’d called him ‘bro’ and ‘dude’. Those weren’t exactly terms of endearment. To the employee, you probably looked like you were just friends.
You came back with two copies of the game and Kenma quickly dragged you to the cash register before the man could start a conversation with you.
You were worried about how quiet Kenma was on the ride home. Kenma was a quiet person, sure, but when it came to you conversation would flow naturally. Something was obviously bothering the poor man but after dating him for so long and being friends for even longer, you knew better than to pry. He’d tell you what was bothering him when he was ready and any attempts to get him to talk about it before he was ready would only make him act distant.
And you were right, of course. A few hours later you were sitting on the couch of his streaming room, playing the game you had just bought on your switch while Kenma fiddled with his newly repaired PC.
“Hey, Y/N?” Kenma quietly called out to you after a while, voice tentative.
“Yeah? What’s up?” You asked, saving your progress and putting away the consol so you could give him your undivided attention.
“In the future, could you maybe not call me dude or bro?” he asked in a faux nonchalant tone.
Being his long-term significant other, you immediately saw through him.
“Yeah of course. Can I ask why?” you watched as he messed with his setup, lowering his head so that his hair shielded away most of his face from your view.
“It’s nothing,” Kenma mumbled. You could tell he was trying to find the right words, however, so you patiently waited for him to continue. “It's just that… people might think we’re not together if you call me that and I don’t think I like that. Actually, I know I don’t.”
Upon hearing your boyfriend’s words, you were quick to rush over to him and sit on his lap with your face just a few inches away from his.
“Of course, Kenken! I’m so sorry, I honestly didn’t even notice that I called you that. I was so caught up in the game. I’ll never call you that again, though, I promise,” You reassured, kissing the tip of his nose and cuddling up to him in the way you knew he liked.
The rest of the day was spent in a similar manner, with you showering Kenma with affirmations and love and Kenma looking at you with nothing short of pure unadulterated adoration
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artemisia--hq · 1 year
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Coffee’s on Me
Hinata Shouyou x Kageyama Tobio
Rated E, 21.6k
College/University AU, Jock/Med Student
First Meetings, Developing Feelings
Getting Together, Eventual Smut
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“What’s that supposed to mean?!”
At the raise in Tobio’s voice, Hinata returns his glare and the bite in his next words. “I said nothing! I’m just saying you’re way prettier than I imagined you’d be!”
Tobio blinks.
Oh.
Okay.
What the fuck?
You know how their love story's going. Now you get to learn how it started.
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tottwritesfanfic · 3 months
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Dream A Little Dream - Chapter 2!
Oikawa is already there when Hajime falls asleep the next night, peering over one of their neighbour’s tall fences without any apparent shame. “What are you doing?” Hajime asks, amazed that even in his own head he can so quickly be torn between irritation and helpless affection. Apparently it holds true for any version of his idiot best friend, not just the real one. Oikawa turns to look at him, and the expression he’s wearing bears that exact blend of almost shameless guilt and indignation which—against his better judgement—Hajime has missed so much.
...It's been 84-
Well. It's been four years, which is definitely long enough between updates. But I am at last returning with an update, so if you're in the mood for some fairly soft and mostly fluffy* IwaOi dream shenanigans, you can read it here!
Chapter Three is already completed, so I'll be posting it a day or so after Christmas for thematic reasons. It's been burning away at me for years that I hadn't finished writing the story, so I hope people are still interested after all this time!
*Listen, I tried, but I make no promises about anything I write being angst-free.
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miminiac · 1 year
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Oikawa sits on Iwaizumi's bed, watching his phone buzz and light up with the hundreds of messages Suga and Akaashi were sending him even though it was 5AM in Japan (meaning the pair woke up early or never went to bed – Oikawa suspected the latter).
Suga: B*tch, if you don't confess to Iwaizumi in the next day, we are telling him ourselves
Akaashi: You better f*cking confess or I'm throwing out your f*ck sh*t hair products
Suga: We spent a lot of money getting you to California, we expect for it to be worth it.
Oikawa rolls his eyes. He debates replying, re-informing them that it had actually been Akaashi's parents who had bought the ticket since they had used Akaashi's emergency credit card. But, that would only fuel the pair into harassing him even more, so he tucks his in his bag.
Iwaizumi returns to the room, carrying various snacks and a couple bottles of water in his arms. After dumping everything onto the opposite end of the bed from where Oikawa was sitting, Iwaizumi quickly glances at his own phone before placing it on the dresser behind him.
"Your friends are a little annoying."
"They are your friends too, Iwa-chan~"
"They are only my friends because they are your friends. An unfortunate circumstance of the transitive property."
Iwaizumi plops down onto his bed and opens a bag of chips. In the silence, they hear the faint buzz of both their phones going off. Oikawa attempts to shake off the curiosity of what his friends might be texting Iwaizumi by scolding him.
"What a terrible host you are, Iwa-chan~. Not even offering me some chips when you opened the bag."
"Okay, but you don't even like these chips."
"It's a matter of principle," Oikawa teases, turning his body to face his friend.
Iwaizumi rolls his eyes and holds out the bag of chips. "Would you like some chips?"
"No thank you, I don't like them, but I will take that cookie."
Oikawa points to a wrapped chocolate chip cookie in the pile of junk food on Iwaizumi's bed.
"You're an adult, grab it yourself."
Oikawa pouts, crossing him arms and staring at Iwaizumi, who still refuses to budge. Faint buzzing fills the silence once more.
"Iwa-chan?"
Iwaizumi hums, signaling Oikawa to continue. "Do you remember last year when you visited Tokyo?"
Iwaizumi doesn't say anything, but Oikawa can tell he remembers and knows exactly what he is talking about – the kiss they had shared in the kitchen in the middle of the night.
"How would you feel about doing that more often?" Oikawa asks, staring at the pattern in Iwaizumi's comforter.
He hears the rustle of the chip bag and feels Iwaizumi's weight shift on the bed. Before Oikawa can recognize what is happening, Iwaizumi's hand gently grips his chin.
He tugs Oikawa's head up, pulling him in so their lips meet. The kiss is soft, chaste. It reminds Oikawa of finally releasing a long held breath. When they pull apart, they stay close – foreheads touching.
"Just to be clear, I like you and that is why I want to kiss more."
Iwaizumi chuckles, "Yeah, I understood that dumbass." A pause, Oikawa waiting for a returned confession, a pout slowly forming on his lips. "I like you too, Shittykawa."
Oikawa leans forward, kissing Iwaizumi fervently. They continue exchanging kisses for the next hour until they tire and Oikawa settles his head onto Iwaizumi's chest as they cuddle – Iwaizumi's fingers absently playing his with hair. The calm is broken once again by Iwaizumi's phone buzzing on the dresser.
"Do you think you can tell your friends now so they can stop harassing me?"
"Absolutely not," Oikawa says. "They will not be informed until at least a month from now. I need to make them suffer for meddling... Plus, I can't allow them to know they were right – at least not right away."
Iwaizumi sighs. He knows there is no logic when it comes to the trio.
// originally posted October 27th, 2020
Read the full story in the setter fic.
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vannahfanfics · 8 months
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Vitamin Sea
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Word Count: 2,380
Fluff, Established Relationship, Romance, Beach Day
Summary: Rintarō loves Motoya, and it shows in the little things—like going to a beach retreat when he's really not a fan.
Howdy, everyone! Here is the story I wrote for the SunaKomo Summer Exchange! Enjoy the shenanigans!
Rintarō didn’t want to come to the beach today. 
Don’t get him wrong. It wasn’t that he disliked the beach, but he couldn’t necessarily say that he liked it, either. It just seemed to be more trouble than it was worth; one could deal with any number of unpleasant things: crowded areas, sunburn, sand everywhere, salt in the eyes, jellyfish stings… the list could go on. It certainly wasn’t Rintarō’s idea of a weekend getaway, but their captain hadn’t exactly been accepting ideas when he organized this retreat to celebrate EJP Raijin’s victory at this year’s division championship. That being said, Rintarō wasn’t going to refuse some much-needed post-championship R&R, even if the venue left much to be desired for him. 
Besides, Motoya would annoy the hell out of him if he bailed, and that was definitely more trouble than it was worth. Rintarō would take the beach over his boyfriend’s petulant whines about how much he missed him being there. He’d probably say something goofy like, “Come on! Everyone needs a good dose of Vitamin Sea every once in a while! ” Plus, if Rintarō were honest… he would’ve missed Motoya, too. Rintarō was a homebody, especially compared to Motoya, but their shared apartment simply felt empty when Motoya went out while he stayed behind. 
So, here Rintarō was, lounging in a beach chair under the cool shade of an umbrella while his boyfriend and their teammates frolicked in the surf and sand like a bunch of giddy elementary schoolers. Despite the itchiness of the sand clinging to his legs and the stifling heat of the summer sun, Rintarō had a serene smile on his face while watching them; they seemed to be enjoying themselves, especially his boyfriend, which was all he needed to be content. With a languid sigh, he stretched out in the beach chair and sipped on a can of fruit juice while he watched the goings-on. 
Motoya and Tatsuki were embroiled in a rather intense splash fight in the shallows. The both of them were soaked through, hair slicked to their heads and saltwater running in rivulets down their chests as they heaved panting breaths. However, based on the determined grins plastered on their flushed faces, neither had any intentions of yielding to the other anytime soon. Like lions entangled in a desperate war for dominance, they circled one another, matching each other’s steps and not giving an inch. Suddenly, Tatsuki charged at Motoya, kicking up a spray of water to obscure his vision. Motoya shielded his face, having read the attack—but he didn’t predict that Tatsuki would crash through the wall of water and tackle him like a linebacker. 
“Wahhhhhhhhh!” Motoya wailed as he and Tatsuki both plunged into the surf. 
They wrestled around a bit, kicking up sand and sending salt spray into the air as their limbs flailed, but Motoya was no match for the bigger and broader Tatsuki. Rintarō chuckled to himself as Motoya’s squeaks of “I give, I give!” floated up to his comfy perch just above the waterline. A few seconds later, Motoya dragged himself out of the water and collapsed in a sodden, defeated heap at Rintarō’s feet. 
“Maaaaaaan! I can’t believe I lost! I was sure I had him!” he whined, angrily wiggling about in the sand like a writhing eel. Just as quickly as he had flopped to the ground in humiliated defeat, he yanked himself back up into a sitting position to glare at Tatsuki, who was wading out of the surf. “Oi! Don’t rest on your laurels yet!” he shouted at his teammate. “I want a rematch!”
Tatsuki waved a hand dismissively at him, to which Motoya responded by angrily flipping him off with both hands. 
“What are you, a toddler? Take your defeat with dignity,” Rintarō chortled as he leaned sideways a little to avoid the clumps of sand and water droplets that Motoya was flinging everywhere with his tantrum. It brought him close to the cooler, so he flipped it open and retrieved a bottle of water to offer his grumpy boyfriend. Motoya took it with a mutter of “Thanks,” then grumbled his indignance into the lip of the bottle in-between large gulps of the cold liquid. Meanwhile, Rintarō fished around in the half-melted ice for another bottle of fruit juice; while doing so, he took notice of the plump watermelon sitting within. 
Rintarō picked it up only to inspect it, but when Motoya caught sight of it, his eyes lit up. 
“Oooh, great idea, Rintarō!” he cried delightedly. Holding the empty bottle between his teeth, he crawled on all fours over to the cooler to eye the watermelon gleefully. “We shou’d c’ack dis ba’ boy o’en!” he asserted around the bottle, which bobbed up and down in his mouth as he spoke. 
“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” Rintarō huffed with a roll of his eyes, then snatched the bottle out of his teeth. “Now, what?” 
“I said, ‘We should crack this bad boy open!’” Motoya repeated, too excited about the watermelon to mind Rintarō yanking the bottle through his teeth. “Smashing watermelons is the best!” 
“I’ve always found it messy.” Rintarō frowned and scrunched up his nose in distaste. After all, half the watermelon ended up splattered all over the place! It seemed more of a waste than anything, at least to him. But, Motoya looked positively giddy at the prospect, so Rintarō just sighed. “If that’s what you’d like to do, though—” 
“Ooh, ooh, ooh, I’ve got an even better idea!” Motoya interrupted him with a squeal and promptly snatched the watermelon from his hands. He ignored Rintarō’s cry of indignance and instead scrambled to his feet—showering Rintarō head-to-toe in sand in the process—and dashed back to the shoreline, where the rest of the team was getting quite heated over a hermit crab race. He brandished the watermelon over his head and yelled, “Guys! Let’s play volleyball with the watermelon until it smashes! I call it… volley-melon!” 
“‘Volley-melon’?” Rintarō scoffed in amusement as he walked past him to go stand in the sloshing water. He paused to wash off all the sand that he had kicked onto him, then straightened up and regarded his goofy boyfriend with a hand on his hip and a raised eyebrow. “You really think that’s gonna work?” 
“We don’t know until we try!” Motoya snickered, holding the melon atop his head as he danced from one foot to the other. He then turned to their teammates. “Come on! It’ll be fun! We’ll smash it open and chow down!” His grin turned devilish as he looked straight at Tatsuki. “And then, I can whoop your butt in our rematch!” 
“Forget it; you’ve lost three times already,” Tatsuki snorted in laughter, then climbed to his feet. “I could go for some watermelon, though.”
The others chimed in agreement, and they all began to make their way to the volleyball net next to their beach encampment. Motoya followed after them, pumping the watermelon in the air above his head with excited chants of “Volley-melon, volley-melon~!” However, he stopped mid-step and then whirled on his heel to regard Rintarō—who was trekking back to his shady sanctuary—with big, curious eyes. 
“Aren’t ya gonna come play with us, Rintarō?” 
“I didn’t exactly plan on it,” he answered with a slight frown. “I was just going to watch. Watermelon bits on top of all the sand getting kicked up? I’ll pass.” 
“Come onnnnnnn!” Motoya wheedled and wiggled the watermelon emphatically above his head. “It’ll be fun! How can volleyball not be fun?” When Rintarō just gave him an unimpressed stare, Motoya fluttered his lashes and slapped on his best puppy-dog eyes with a trill of, “Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease, Rintarō?”
Damn it all, that golden retriever of a man had Rintarō wrapped around his little finger. There was simply no way that he could refuse. He could never resist those big brown puppy-dog eyes.
“All right, all right, I’ll play,” Rintarō conceded and started for the volleyball court, to which Motoya responded with a delighted cheer. While Rintarō proceeded at a leisurely pace, Motoya sprinted for the court, wobbling left and right as the heavy watermelon he still held aloft disrupted his balance. Rintarō shook his head at his boyfriend’s silly delight, then called after him, “Are you sure this is gonna work?” 
“Well, the watermelon’ll be smashed either way, right?” came Motoya’s snickered response. “So what’s the harm in trying to do it a fun way?” 
Rintarō couldn’t argue with that, so he took his place on the court without further comment. Motoya did one more spinning dance while brandishing the watermelon above his head, then held it to his chest and pointed at the opposite side of the court with a broad grin.  
“Are we ready to play some volley-melon?” he cheered. “The rules of volleyball apply, ‘cept for the need for three volleys, ‘cuz I don’t think the watermelon can take that many whacks, honestly. Just whack it back and forth over the net until it pops open! Any questions?” 
“Do we have to call it volley-melon?” came their captain’s half-amused, half-exasperated reply. 
“Yes!” Motoya asserted with an indignant puff of his cheeks. “It’s a melon, not a ball! Hence, volley-melon!” With that, he flung the watermelon into the air, then jumped up to smack it with the flat of his palm as hard as he could. 
To be honest, Rintarō didn’t expect it to make it across the net. It was far heavier than a volleyball, after all. Much to his surprise, however, Motoya’s powerful wallop propelled the large ovoid fruit in a smooth arc across the net, albeit just so. Tatsuki surged forward to catch it before it hit the ground, instinctively trying to receive it so someone could get in a better hit. It would have worked with a real volleyball, but it was much less effective for a watermelon several times its size and weight; in reality, he just braced it on his forearms as he swung his arms in an upward arc and basically just lobbed it back over the net. It came sailing straight at Rintarō, and he braced himself to catch it against his forearms and propel it back over the net. 
Well, he would have if the damn thing didn’t explode the instant it crashed into him. 
“Daaaaaaaaaaayum!” Tatsuki howled as the chunks of melon flopped down into the sand—the bits that weren’t splattered all over Rintarō, anyway. “Melon couldn’t handle the Man of Steel over there!” The rest of the team responded with similar hoots and hollers of laughter, while Rintarō just tried to shake the sticky watermelon juice and globs of fruit that coated his arms. He heard the sound of someone tromping through the sand, and he glanced up to see Motoya right before he tackled him in a hug. 
“Whoooo! That was awesome!” he squealed. Motoya was literally glowing with delight, which made it difficult for Rintarō to be irritated at the fact that he was covered in watermelon at the moment. 
“Motoya,” Rintarō just chuckled breathily and gave his goofy boyfriend a lopsided smile, “you’re gonna get watermelon all over you.” 
“S’all right.” Motoya shrugged indifferently, and his already impossibly wide smile got a little bit broader. “We can just wash off in the water, yeah?” His eyes gleamed with childish glee, and he continued with a giggle, “Wasn’t that fun?! It was only a couple volleys, but it was kinda exciting, holding your breath and wondering when it was gonna bust open, yeah?” 
 “Yeah, it was fun,” Rintarō admitted with another small laugh. It was a totally silly idea, and he’d ended up splattered in watermelon because of it, but Rintarō just couldn’t deny the fact that he was genuinely entertained. If he were totally honest… “I wish we had another one.” 
“There’s a grocery store across the road!” Tatsuki, who had walked underneath the net to snag a piece of the watermelon, cut in with a point of his index finger toward the indicated building. “We could go buy a bunch of ‘em and see how many volleys we can get in before one breaks!” 
“Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about!” Motoya cackled and, apparently having forgotten his burning rivalry with the guy, released Rintarō to exchange a complicated series of fist-bumps and handshakes with him. He dove down to retrieve a chunk of the watermelon, took several large chomps out of it in quick succession on his way back up, and then looked at Rintarō with an eager expression while watermelon juice ran from his mouth in bright pink rivers. “You comin’ with us to the store, Rintarō?”
Normally, Rintarō’s first thought would be, Looking like this? But that wasn’t his first thought. No, instead it was:
“Of course I am, silly.” 
Rintarō didn’t want to come to the beach today, but he was glad he did. It ended up being more enjoyable than he’d anticipated, and even the annoying parts—sand, salt, watermelon bits—were minor inconveniences at best when he considered how much fun he was having. Besides… he’d gladly suffer every minor inconvenience possible if he’d continue to see that giddy smile on Motoya’s face, one full of so much happiness that it shone more brilliantly than even the blazing summer sun. He’d let every single one of those watermelons burst open on himself if it made Motoya laugh and smile with absolute delight. He’d do anything just to see Motoya happy because that made Rintarō happier than anything else could. 
That’s what love was all about, and Rintarō was undisputably, undeniably, unequivocally in love with Motoya Komori—and in love enough to continue to play this totally absurd invention of his that was volley-melon! Seriously, they had to pick a better name. It was a lowkey badass game; why did he have to make it sound so lame?
When Motoya told him as such, he pouted around the watermelon slice that he currently had shoved in his mouth. 
“I couldn’ thi’ o’ a’ythi’ be’er!” he whined around the fruit. 
I can’t think of anything better, either, Rintarō just thought with a chuckle, but he wasn’t talking about the game, not at all. 
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chaotickori · 2 months
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Karasuno's Second Fall - Ch 1:
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Rating: T Warnings: Car/Bus Crashes, Major Character Death Word Count: 624 Summary: They had just won against Shiritorizawa, that was a peak in their lives, but everything goes down in flames. Now follow what happens with the crows when they fall once more. AO3 [Next Ch]
The bus buzzes with the excited energy of the volleyball team, but no one can judge them, they're floating on the high of beating the strongest team in the prefecture. Karasuno was ecstatic, they made the comeback they had been talking about, they were going to nationals. Hinata was practically bouncing out of his seat, talking animatedly with a sparkle in his eye “Did you see my spike, it went bam, then swoosh.” Tsukishima could feel a headache brewing behind his eyes, unable to sleep with all of the noise around him.
The tired middle blocker sits up in his seat, sending a lighthearted glare at his teammates, though mostly aiming it at the small spiker. “Are none of you idiots tired, we just played a full five-set game.” Daichi, hoping to placate the grumpy teen, held his hands up, negotiating with the rest of the team. “Tsukishima is right guys, we should try and use this time to restore some energy, so how about we settle down for a bit?” The captain then lays back in his own chair letting his eyes slide shut as he tries to catch some sleep. Soon the bus was quiet with only a small amount of noise coming from where Coach Ukai and Takeda were conversing at the front.
The bus was passing over a cliff overlooking the broad expanse of the ocean, the sun slowly setting into the horizon. A storm passes overhead drumming rain down on the bus, and slicking up the road. Coach Ukai sits in the driver's seat, a cigarette between his lips as he pays attention to the road. Takeda is in the passenger's seat, catching up on some sleep so that he can corral the team when they make it back. Everything is going smoothly, only an hour and a half left in the drive, then they would be back at the school.
Ukai stays concentrated as he drives, a bit wary of the wet conditions on the road. Everything in the bus is calm, the only noise being the light hum of the engine, and the distant rumbling of thunder after bright shocks of lightning. He takes the turn around the corner of the cliff slowly, and carefully, but that doesn’t change what is about to happen. He could see bright headlights coming straight for them, a truck swerving crazily, taking up the whole road.
There is nothing that he can do to stop the inevitable, he opens his mouth to yell out to the team, to try and warn them, but it’s too late. It was like time slowed down as the truck came in contact with the front of the bus. He felt as his body is thrown forward into the steering wheel, knocking the wind out of him, and causing his head to get light. All he could think is that these kids don’t deserve to go out like this. He has no worries about himself, his mind is only on the kids, even in what could be his final moments.
When time speeds up again the bus is mid-air, over the side of the railing, and heading down the cliff. The first impact of the bus on the cliff knocks him out cold. Noise fills the bus as people jolt awake as the bus free falls down the cliff, smashing against the rocks. There are screams, mixed in with the crunching of metal and crashing of glass. The bus hits one ridge particularly hard, a large crash overpowering any other noise, a blur of blonde and black flying out of the window. As the bus continues to descend the cliff at high speeds bodies are thrown out, and others are made unconscious due to the force.
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claaude · 2 years
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i emerge from the woodwork to give you atsuhina, amusement park au flavor: The guy, who introduces himself as Hinata Shouyou, explains that “Yacchan” is too afraid to go on rollercoasters, so “Bakageyama” is waiting behind with her. Atsumu’s unsure by the names if these people are real. enjoy :) https://archiveofourown.org/works/40618170
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myreygn · 2 years
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pair: oikawa tooru x reader
an: could technically be understood as fem!reader since they’re addressed with -chan, but there are no pronouns used and oikawa also calls iwaizumi iwa-chan, so ig it can be any gender you like
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if you know me and this blog, you might be a little confused. ‘i thought her rules said no x reader’, you might think, or ‘i thought she hated y/n’ and you’re absolutely right either way. HOWEVER. @duckymcdoorknob doesn’t hate y/n and since today is her birthday i decided to make an exception. yall hear me?? this is a one time thing!
anyway, HAPPY BIRTHDAY DUCKY, i hope you’re having the most wonderful day and that you like this thingy here a little bit - you once made a post about your ideal self ship tropes and the one for oikawa said ‘brother’s best friend’, so lucky you has been assigned the sibling of iwaizumi hajime. as promised once upon a time, this is completely sfw and i tried my best to avoid any suggestive undertones whatsoever <3
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The noise of the key in the door startles you a little – up until this point, you've been lying on the couch and scrolling through your phone in peace and quiet and you're not expecting any of your family members back until later this evening. As it turns out, your expectations aren't proven wrong.
“Hiya, (y/n)-chan!” Oikawa Tooru whistles and takes off his shoes before entering the living room. “How are you doing?”
“Fine.” He sits on the armchair next to the couch, his legs crossed, wearing a pair of jeans and a hoodie – it's not really cold outside yet, but you've known this boy since he was four years old and if you've learned one thing about him, it's that he freezes to death at any temperature below the average summer weather. “Hajime's not here.”
“Oh, I know. He said I could wait here for him and make dinner while I'm already at it.”
You can't help it, you just have to giggle at the pout on his face. “Make dinner? You?”
“I know, right?! Iwa-chan should know better than anyone that I can't cook!”
“Maybe he just hasn't lost his belief in you yet.” You try to sound as serious as possible, though your barely contained laughter betrays you – Tooru is just too adorable pouting like that. “Or he wants to see you panic and then order takeout which you'll tell him is something you cooked so that he doesn't have to pay for dinner.”
Tooru gasps, a hand on his chest; “How could you say that?! I would never order food to make my friends believe that I cooked something for them!”
“You literally did that two weeks ago.”
“Liar!”
“For your information, no one fell for it.”
“Rude, (y/n)-chan!”
You laugh and lean over to pat his shoulder sympathetically. “Don't worry, Hajime told me that they were all just grateful that you didn't try for real and poison anyone.”
“Wow.” Tooru sniffles. “I can't believe it. Can you believe that?!”
“I can, actually. I like you a lot, but I've tasted your cooking and no, thank you.”
“As if your cooking was any better!”
“Hey, no need to get personal!” You sit up to properly look at him with furrowed eyebrows. “Also, I for one haven't almost burned down the kitchen yet!”
Tooru frowns and seems to think your words through for a second, then he shrugs and the tiniest bit of a smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth. “Touche.”
You can't help but stare a little. He's always been exceptionally pretty (which, unfortunately, he knew) and although you've spent most of your life successfully pretending to no feel drawn towards him whatsoever, that successful streak is now long over. You don't even know when your heart decided to finally submit to the crush you had on him.
Looking back at it now, you're pretty sure that it has kinda... always been there. Laughing at Tooru's jokes has always been easy. Having a chat with him has always been easy. It just... fit. And you can't remember at which point the realization hit for the life of you, but one day your heart stopped at the sight of the exact same smirk he's giving you right now-
“(y/n)-chan?” Tooru sounds mildly amused, but there is the tiniest bit of sincere concern in his voice – an honesty you know is reserved for people who are very close to him and the mere thought of being a part of this elusive circle makes your heart beat a little bit faster.
“Uh, yeah? Sorry, I just-”
“Drifted off?” He chuckles lightly, the concern is gone. “I could see that.”
You just nod, trying not to prompt him to continue this conversation about the whole thing even further, but of course it doesn't go as planned. That's the thing about Oikawa Tooru: things never go as planned. At least not as planned by people who were not Oikawa Tooru himself.
“Where did you drift off too?”
“H-huh?”
He slightly rolls his eyes, the smirk ever present on his lips. “What did you think about?”
You. “My homework.”
“So your homework has you smiling like an idiot?”
You scoff and lift your chin. “You'd be freaking out about it! We deal with space right now!”
It's almost comical how Tooru's eyes begin to sparkle immediately, a childlike, beaming grin spreading his lips and the joy clearly audible in his voice when he speaks; “Really?! Okay, I can see why you're smiling- what's your homework?! Do you need help?!”
You chuckle a little at his barely contained excitement, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach – studying with Oikawa Tooru, that's like a middle school dream come true. “Hmm, I don't know... I'm supposed to prepare a short PowerPoint about the moon, are you sure you can help me with that?”
“Yes!” His voice has risen an octave and it's the most adorable you've seen him in years. “Absolutely! I know everything there is to know about the moon! Please let me help you (y/n)-chan, pleasepleasepleaseplease-”
“Fine, alright!” You laugh, then put up your finger before he can thank you. “On one condition! You take back that I smile like an idiot! My smile is marvelous!”
He raises an eyebrow in surprise, then one of his own, rare, genuine smiles shows on his face and he leans forward to softly squeeze your hand, and if that doesn't make your breath hitch- “I take it back.” The warmth of his fingers disappears, instead he now widens his smile and the slightest bit of pink appears on his cheeks as he stands up. “Your smile is gorgeous. Now let's get going, Iwa-chan will be back in a bit.”
“Careful, Tooru,” you tease after you've cleared your head a little – gorgeous, he had called you gorgeous – “Hajime might think you're not even here for him.”
Tooru shrugs and grabs your wrist to pull you up from the couch. “Well, I'm not right now at least.” He flashes you another smile before averting his eyes in an almost shy manner. “It's actually pretty uncommon for me to be here for Iwa-chan exclusively.”
Before you can really comprehend what he just said, Tooru covers the slight blush on his cheeks with a flirty wink and pulls you with him to go to your room. “Now let's work on that assignment, 'kay moonshine?”
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m-art-i · 2 years
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Finally posting day has come! My fic for the sakuatsu big bang is here!
[Read it here]
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dragonlingdreams · 1 year
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Rating: Mature Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Haikyuu!! Relationship: Kageyama Tobio/Oikawa Tooru Characters: Oikawa Tooru, Kageyama Tobio Additional Tags: Domestic, Domestic Fluff, Domestic Bliss, Fluff, Domestic Boyfriends, Established Relationship, Heavy Petting, Implied Sexual Content, Forehead Kisses, Hugs, Dancing, Social Media, Aged-Up Character(s) Words: 2.3k
Summary: Last night’s memories of eager lips, soft touches, and reconnecting after an extended time away come to him like flashes of a fleeting dream. It’s a nice enough way to wake up, but Tooru wants more.
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puddingcatbeans · 2 years
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Askbox fic! Letssss doooo Kageyama/Hinata aaaand 🙄🥰
Take it as you please, hope your having a good day :)
"No."
"Come oooon. It's worth it, I swear."
"No, Hinata."
"Stop being so boring, Kageyama!" Shouyou shoves his head against Kageyama's shoulder. The man doesn't even look away from the TV, where they're broadcasting a rerun of the Argentina vs. USA game. He's scowl of concentration is the same as it is since they were teenagers. It makes Shouyou want to tease him or maybe kiss him. Maybe both.
"Why do you want to go so badly?"
"Because! It's the first weekend our training schedules match up! And I know you go out sometimes with your team, Hoshiumi texts me candids of your stupid drunk face---"
"He what---"
"And I really, really, really wanna go on a vacation with you," Shouyou continues. He hooks his chin over Kageyama's shoulder and widens his eyes, the way he knows his boyfriend is weak to, even if he'll never admit it. "The hotel has an all-day buffet."
Kageyama twitches. "Are you going to stay in the hotel all day?"
"Of course not! There's hot springs, Yamayama, just say yes, you can go right back to training when we get back!"
On the screen, Oikawa makes a beautiful save. But Kageyama's eyes have stopped tracking the ball. Shouyou leans more of his weight on his boyfriend. He waits.
Then, "Fine."
"Yes!" Shouyou leaps up and makes to run for the laptop. He stops at the last second to plant a big wet kiss on Kageyama's cheek. "Love you!"
He dashes off to the familiar sound of Kageyama's fond grumbling.
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starship--phoenix · 2 years
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Tendou Satori/Ushijima Wakatoshi, Oikawa Tooru & Tendou Satori, Oikawa Tooru & Ushijima Wakatoshi, Oikawa & Half the Volleyball Players in Japan, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Oikawa Tooru, Tendou Satori, Tsukishima Kei, Bokuto Koutarou, Hinata Shouyou, Iwaizumi Hajime, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Surprise Guest Appearances From Other Characters Additional Tags: Road Trips, Post-Haikyuu!! Time Skip, Crack, Humor, Mentions of various bodily functions, Possibly a little OOC but hopefully not too much but also don't take this too seriously, inspired by a tiktok Summary:
There are 7.5 billion people on this planet and yet Oikawa has found himself crammed into the same car as Hinata, Bokuto, Tsukishima, and Tendou. It's a small, small world, when you're an estranged cousin to Japan's Monster Generation, and it's about to get even smaller.
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I’ve been working on this fic for weeks ever since seeing a tiktok that inspired me. It’s a kind of cracky kind of mildly ooc road trip fic that is hopefully as enjoyable to read as it was to write :’)
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artemisia--hq · 2 years
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Heatwave
Kagehina Week 2022
Day 2: Bed Sharing | Practice Kissing | Friends with Benefits
Rated E, 5K One-Shot
Canon Universe. Post Timeskip
Fluff and Smut, Frottage
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When Hinata runs his tongue over his glossy, popsicle-smeared lips, Tobio mirrors his action, almost unconsciously, as if whatever trance Hinata has fallen into has infected Tobio as well, his body prickling underneath his skin, his head feeling loopy and gauzy, like he’s in a dream. Must be the brain freeze kicking in, or the beginning of a heatstroke—
But before he can mull over his exact state of being, Hinata surges forward, crashing their lips together. A muffled, surprised sound slips out of Tobio, but he does nothing to move himself or Hinata, the coldness of their mouths melting with how warm and wet and sticky Hinata’s lips feel.
Brazil's heatwaves are no joke, as Kageyama can testify, but having to deal with Hinata and his antics proves to be a much more difficult heat to handle.
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tottwritesfanfic · 1 year
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Pairing: EnnoTana Rating: Teen Tags: Magical Realism AU, Post Break-up, Getting Back Together, Humour, Melodrama, Modern Fantasy AU, Hijinks & Shenanigans, disaster gay Ennoshita Chikara
I am so excited to be able to post this, after a genuinely stupid amount of time for what was supposed to be a collection of prompt fills for EnnoTana Week 2018. I hope everyone enjoys!
Check it out on Ao3! | Start at the Beginning!
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miminiac · 1 year
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AsaNoya , meeting the grandpa
The first time Asahi met Noya’s grandpa, he almost fainted, and the whole thing was so embarrassing, he still gets nervous to this day.
After nationals, Asahi had made the decision, with help and encouragement from daisuga, to ask Noya out––finally. Of course, making the decision to do it and actually doing it are two different things. After bumbling through incoherent sentences.
Noya walks away with a smile and a wave, while Asahi is left speechless.
On Saturday, Asahi is there right on time and he knocks on the door. He expects to see the short libero and object of his affection, but instead he is met by a short, plump, elderly man––Noya’s grandpa.
“Who are you and what do you want?” He asks
“Oh… I’m… Well… I’m looking for…”––takes a deep breath––“I’m here to pick up Nishinoya Yuu”––Noya’s grandpa gives him the eye and Asahi bows aggressively–– “uhh… if that’s alright with you, Nishinoya-san”
“So what makes you think a scaredy-cat like yourself is good enough for Yuu?”
At first Asahi isn't sure what to say. Nothing comes out of his mouth and he stands there looking like an idiot, unable to look away from the old man, who has his arms crossed, in front of him.
“Oh... well, I guess…”––eyes meet grandpa Noya’s stern gaze––“I’m totally not worthy. I may look tough, but I actually am a ball of nerves all the time and I couldn’t even truly ask Noya out, he asked me out, I am unworthy, completely and utterly unwor-”
Grandpa Noya laughs at Asahi, a small tear falling from his eye. Asahi, confused, stands there, mouth open, unable to speak.
It is at this point that Noya finally enters the scene. He reprimands his grandpa for making fun of Asahi.
Asahi isn’t sure what happened after that, but at a Nishinoya family dinner later, they tell the story of how Asahi tripped over his feet and fell into the bushes as they were leaving. Over the years, Noya’s grandpa never lets Asahi forget it.
// originally posted October 7th, 2020 on twitter
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pinkcrushdude · 2 years
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I HATE SEEING THIS TYPE OF SHIT SO MUCH. 😭
Dear fanfic writers, if you decide to quit. PLEASE don’t delete your works!! It’s so painful to think that you’ll never get the satisfaction of re-reading an old fanfic that you’ve enjoyed in the past again… 🥲
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