world.

instinct you hone.

[bettermiya]

[ #EUTERPE] - I GOT [ DRAGGED ] BACK INTO TUMBLR HELL ! / [#STRYMON] - I'M JUST ALONG FOR THE RIDE.

personal / writing blog. there are two people who use this blog!

call me tooru or euterpe. call them strymon or iwa-chan!

euterpe: 21+ | she / hers. / strymon: 21+ | they/them.

requests: OPEN.

iwa-chan drew my header. they're so mean!

MDNI with nsfw content.

containts sfw content, nsfw content, potential dark content.

CURRENT OBSESSION: Jujutsu Kaisen / Lookism

match-up guidelines.

[lixmooon]

OFFICIAL ART🖤

[bettermiya]

hello, it's been awhile! long story short i've been on a jujutsu kaisen binge and it changed my brain, so i might switch gears on this blog! if you need to unfollow, that's fine!

[judgedarts]

hey everyone! to celebrate completing all my YGO bag designs, i’ll be hosting a giveaway for my sample bags on each of my social media sites!!

firstly, you can purchase your own bag here! if you win the giveaway after purchasing, i will refund you the bag’s value.

i am trying to raise funds to produce the other character bags (yugi, marik, bakura) through my store, so any purchase helps! how to enter:

reblog this post to enter

tag or reply with which bag you’d like

please be following me!

rules/info:

only ONE reblog will count. no giveaway blogs come on bro!!!!

1 winner = 1 bag

winner will be chosen june 11th

you must have your DMs open

you must be in a country where you can receive USA mail

the winner will be chosen via random reblog picker! this is again, a global giveaway so anyone can enter 🥰❤️ please feel free to enter on my instagram and twitter! thank you and good luck everyone!

[bettermiya]

OsaAka Week 2023 - Day 2 Contribution - a single heart beating

When tragedy strikes Akaashi Keiji's small family, he retreats from the world, including his young daughter, Fukurou. But Fukurou knows there is one thing that always cheers her father up - onigiri. Especially onigiri from his favorite restaurant. When Fukurou decides to take matters into her own hands, she reunites Akaashi and his high-school acquaintance Osamu. Will this be enough to bring Akaashi out of the shadow of despair?

[bettermiya]

hi hi ! May I have a haikyuu guy matchup if they're still open? On the fluffier side pls (maybe a hint of hurt or angst somehow?)

I’m an introvert and have to go a few days without talking to people after prolonged socialising but I'm friendly and have no problem talking to strangers. My hobbies include gym, playing volleyball, and sleeping. I’m either active or in bed there is no in between lol. In terms of vibe, my friends tell me I have a princessy/bit of an airhead vibe since I dress girly and am a bit slow with jokes (I do study law though).

I'm ambitious (not to be the best but to be respected) and a perfectionist but laid-back a majority of the time. I'm usually ambivalent about most things and dont have a strong opinion about anything but when I fixate on something (like volleyball), I have to be GOOD at it and I can get obsessive doing that. I always look at the bright side of things and I love love supporting people in their passions. I don't like conflict but I don't have a problem facing it head on and prefer to talk it out rather than be passive aggressive about it.

I need someone protective and dominant though it doesn't have to be in-your-face dominant. I also need someone I admire. My love language giving is physical affection (since I hate it normally) and receiving is quality time (things like going grocery shopping together).

I haven't done an hq matchup in foreevver so hopefully this is open! Thanks !!

Iwaizumi Hajime has trained for this day.

Iwa understands from first hand experience how easy it can be to grow obsessive over something you are passionate about. That is what draws him to you, your passion and the way you support and celebrate others’ passions as well. He finds you practicing, having stumbled into the wrong gym or perhaps it was the right gym on the wrong day (although it seems to him that it was the right gym and the right day and the right time because that is how he found you.) It was an easy mistake to make; he was tired from chasing his captain around and simply followed the sounds of volleyball until he wandered into where you were practicing. Your skill and drive impress him, and he finds himself following your movements about the court with his eyes, studying your form and strengths.

“You’re really quite skilled.” He speaks in a low, but deeply sincere tone. He hovers there in awkward silence before thrusting out a hand to you in an effort to introduce himself properly. “Iwaizumi Hajime.” He is much better at communicating with his team. His only vague experience with romance is chasing off Oikawa’s fanbase when they rile Oikawa up too much. He isn’t quite sure how this sort of thing works, but he would rather look a bit foolish than dare to ask anyone on the team. (If Oikawa found out he likes someone and that he doesn’t know how to talk about such things, Iwaizumi would never hear the end of it.) “Make sure that you are taking time to rest and recharge. I know that you care about other people, but it’s important to always take a bit of time for yourself, too. Don’t overwork yourself.”

Even in the times when you are not together on the court, Iwaizumi is happy to engage with your other interests. Between studies and work and the rest of life’s challenges, he has a hard time making himself rest, though he harps on everyone else that they need breaks and sleep to survive and thrive. But, if you are sleeping, he will find it easier to rest himself. He tends to sprawl a bit when he sleeps, so you might wake up with an arm or leg draped over you. He also snores. (He is a bit embarrassed about it. Oikawa once said he sounded like a wild boar and it kind of hurt his feelings a little?)

Errands are much more fun together, and Iwaizumi likes to take you everywhere. How else is he going to learn all of your favorite things? He wants to make sure you always have your favorite snacks and foods handy. He isn’t very subtle, unfortunately, so don’t be surprised if he questions you specifically about what things you like and dislike. He will remember things from conversations, even if it is just a throwaway comment about how you once wanted to try a specific type of ice cream from an ice cream truck as a kid. Don’t be surprised if he brings it to you one day. (He searched all over for it so that you would get to live out your childhood dream.) Or that special plush you used to sleep with that got left behind on a family vacation. (He found it online. It’s not the actual one you lost, but it can be something to keep those memories alive.) He is very protective of you. Woe to anyone who stands in your way or hurts you. He will destroy them. (Oikawa is the most devious person on the planet. He is good at using subtle tactics to socially and psychologically destroy a person, and Iwaizumi is not afraid to use his best friend’s skills to his and your advantage. Though depending on the situation, he might just take things into his own hands- literally.)

[freakurodani]

dont overcomplicate it

[osamuniichann]

rip osamu. sometimes i can still hear his voice 😔

based off of this: https://haikyuu-tmblr.tumblr.com/post/635232894418321408/atsumu-at-osamus-funeral-can-i-have-a-moment

[bettermiya]

hi hello popping in just to compliment your writing overall, dinner guest had me hooked!! I was going through your blog I was surprised you weren't some big blog because with that skill? you sure deserve it!!

i, tooru, have relayed the message to iwa-chan, who has relayed back, "thank you!!!" for the compliment! we're but a small operation who only started this blog like a month ago, so yeah!!

[doodlesoffandomsandtrash]

Some kind of screen shot redraws while I try to figure out watercolor???

[bettermiya]

Dinner Guest

Pairing: Osamu Miya x AFAB!Reader

WC: 2.8k words.

Triggers: Cannibalism, Abusive Ex, Nonconsensual Drugging, Consensual Handjob, Human Butchering against an NPC, Violence, Blood. MDNI. 18+.

Summary: Osamu offers you a perfect meal. Horror!AU. Hannibal-esque!AU.

You get home from work exhausted, but the smell coming from the kitchen is enough to wash away some of the day’s stresses. You drop your things off by the front door and slip off your shoes- you’ll get everything put into its proper place later. Right now, the aroma from the kitchen is drawing you in like one of those cartoons, a beckoning finger that pulls you forward until you are practically on top of Osamu.

“What are you making for dinner?” You peer around his broad frame to stare at the pots and pans on the stove. The smell is divine. Osamu turns to you and presses a kiss into your hair.

“Hayashi rice.” He says, letting his face linger against your head for a few moments as he takes in your scent. “It’s almost ready. Go sit, I’ll bring it over to the table.” He lightly nudges you with his hip before going back to his cooking. You linger a moment, mouth watering while he tends to the meat and sauce. He gives a small huff of a laugh and uses his chopsticks to cut free a tiny corner of meat- it’s so tender that it easily gives way. After carefully dipping it in the sauce, he cups a hand beneath the gently steaming morsel and offers it to you. As you lean in, so does he, and he meets your eyes as he gently blows on the hot food.

“Open, darlin’.”

You do, and he eases the food into your awaiting mouth. A bit of the sauce drips onto your chin, but you hardly notice. You’re melting with the warm, comforting bite. Osamu notices, however, and before you can step away to go to the dining room, he brushes his tongue slowly over your skin. Warmth spreads through the rest of your body as the tip of his tongue teases your lower lip. You lean closer, expecting a kiss, but he pulls away with a grin. “That’s all yer gettin’ for now. Go get settled ‘n get off yer feet. I’ll be done soon.”

The apartment you share with Osamu is open and spacious. You pad on sock feet from Osamu’s kingdom of ranges and spices and knife blocks into the adjoined dining room with its intimate, small table already set for two. There are candles glowing on either side of a beautiful centerpiece of fresh flowers. You take in their subtle perfume as you finally pull out your chair and take a seat. As you sit there, you close your eyes, thinking you’ll rest them just for a moment while you wait for Osamu.

You are awakened by the aroma of the rice and beef and the dark demi-glace and the sensation of Osamu’s breath against your neck. He has pulled his chair very close to yours. He kisses your jaw and nips at the lobe of your ear. Feeling a smile cross your face, you lift a hand to brush through his short hair.  “Sorry. Work took a lot out of me today.”

“That’s alright, darlin’. I don’t mind. Ya look pretty when ya sleep.”

Dinner is a quiet affair. He asks you about your day in low tones in between taking bites of food and brushing his hand against your thigh and the small of your back. You are nodding by the time you finish, the stew of beef, carrots, onions, mushrooms sitting warm and comforting within your stomach. Though it’s a little embarrassing and you feel a bit guilty for not being able to stay awake long enough to spend the evening together sprawled on the couch like usual, you love the way he gathers you from the chair into his arms so easily and carries you back to bed.

His hands are strong and warm as they gently unbutton and slide away your clothes. He teases you with soft caresses and little kisses and dresses you again into a soft, clean shirt that smells of him. You try to groggily protest and ask for more attention from his mouth and hands, but he reminds you that you’ve had a hard day. “Sleep a little, and we’ll see.”

When you drift up from sleep, he is climbing into bed beside you, having finished cleaning up from dinner and changing into his own pajamas, which consist only of the soft pants of the set. You realize you are wearing his shirt that completes the set. It seems fitting. He curls up behind you, dragging you against his chest. His lips find the base of your neck, the curve of your shoulder; his teeth tug at the lobe of your ear. You’re still lingering in that hazy place between reality and dreams, sleep threatening to pull you back into its embrace.

One of his strong hands nudges up the hem of the shirt you’re wearing and glides along the plains of your bare stomach. His fingers slip beneath the hem of your underwear and gently tease the warmth between your thighs. You drift back to sleep riding waves of pleasure. Your dreams are filled with his soft murmurs.

You wake up to the sound of a door slamming. Groggily, you grab your phone and check the time. The glow of the screen scatters spots across your field of vision; the blocky numbers tell you it is early in the morning. The space beside you on the bed still holds a bit of warmth from Osamu. He must have just gotten up to go to the restaurant. Sometimes he leaves in the wee hours of the morning to buy special ingredients from the markets- usually various cuts of meat he carries home in big, dark bags. You’ve asked before to go with him, but he says there’s no reason for you to get up so early when you work such long hours and besides, you don’t really want to see a bunch of animal carcasses being chopped up, do you?

Normally you sleep through his absence and by the time you wake, he is back with all of his meat neatly packed away in his large freezer box and he is in the kitchen preparing you breakfast. It’s very rare that you wake up with him still gone. He makes sure to tire you out enough so that you never have to be alone while you are home, or so he likes to say.

You sit up, swinging your legs over the side of the bed, and rub at your heavy eyelids. You’re having a hard time keeping yourself awake, but you want to check on the loud slamming of the door. You’re pretty sure you can also hear heavy footfalls coming down the hall. Osamu is usually so quiet, especially when you’re sleeping. Your mind still feeling a bit hazy, you stand up and pad barefoot toward the bedroom door, only for it to be shoved open.

Fear pours over you like cold water. You still feel very foggy, but there is no mistaking the figure who is standing in the doorway. It’s your ex. You have no idea how they found you after all this time. You deleted all of your old social media. You changed your number. You moved in with Osamu in a completely different city. The apartment, the restaurant– everything is in his name. You even went through the trouble of changing your name legally to prevent this exact outcome.

Your mind is not working quickly enough. You open your mouth to dumbly ask how they found you, but before you can, they are storming forward and shoving you backward. You stagger, but manage to remain standing. Lifting both of your hands, you try to speak, but they strike you across the face so violently, stars burst across your vision and you drop to your knees. Pain flares in your knees and your head; you feel like your brain has rattled about in your skull. Blood is pooling in your mouth.

“Did you think I wouldn’t find you?” They’re screaming obscenities. They kick you in the stomach, and a mixture of blood and saliva bursts from your mouth and sprinkles the carpet. Suddenly, they snatch a handful of your hair and drag you from the room. Your brain is finally beginning to catch up with what is happening. You scream and kick and grab for their hands, trying to make them release you.

They stop, and for one moment, you think maybe by some miracle, they will stop and listen to reason. Instead, they grab the side of your head and slam it into the wall. The fight goes out of you, and you are on the verge of losing consciousness as they begin pulling you again. You tilt back your head to look up at them, and see Osamu standing behind them. There is a strange look to his face, one you haven’t seen before. His eyes are cold and calculating, his jaw is tight. He lifts both of his hands and claps them together hard against your ex’s ears.

They drop you, and your head knocks against the tiled floor of the kitchen. You didn’t even realize they had dragged you this far. You can hear your ex screaming, but it sounds dull and far away. Turning your head, you watch as Osamu grabs them by the throat and easily lifts them up, slamming them down hard onto the pristine surface of the kitchen island. From where you are lying, you can’t see exactly what happens next. Osamu lifts a knife and it comes down; your ex stops screaming, but their legs, dangling over the edge of the island, are kicking wildly.

Osamu kneels down beside you and very tenderly cups the back of your head, lifting you into a sitting position. Your head is throbbing in time with the rhythm of your frantic heartbeat and the spinning and tilting of the room is making you very nauseous. “Can ya hear me, darlin’?” His voice is very low, very calm…. almost dangerously so.

You try to nod, but that makes your head hurt worse. “Yes.” You finally manage.

“I’m real sorry,” He murmurs, kissing your temple. His eyes linger on your mouth, where your busted lip is still leaking blood onto your chin. Cupping your jaw, he leans forward and brushes his tongue along your skin and lower lip, cleaning away the smear of red from your skin. “I thought I gave ya enough to let ya sleep through this whole nasty business.”

You look at him confused. He lifts you up and sits you down in one of the dining room chairs. You can still see into the kitchen. Your ex is grabbing at the knife, which is sticking out of the middle of his throat. Your head is spinning. Everything feels just a bit unreal. Osamu steps away, but he returns quickly to your side, pressing a towel with ice inside against the back of your head. He lifts your hand and presses it to the towel. “Hold this here.” You nod and hold it.

“What did you mean before…?”

“Mm… I put something in yer drink tonight. Just somethin’ to help ya sleep. I thought it’d be enough to keep ya sleepin’ til I was done with…,” He stood up and walked over to your ex, whose struggling seems to be growing more sluggish. “Ya see, I told ‘em where to find us… the plan was to take care of ‘em without ya havin’ to be involved, but… things didn’t quite go as I planned. S’okay, though, darlin’... y’all never have to worry about ‘em ever again.”

Your mind is slow to comprehend what is happening. You watch Osamu pull free the knife, see the spray of blood arc upward like a fountain. You blink, slowly, and when you open your eyes again, you see the flash of a large cleaver. Things unfold before you in hazy flashes. Your ex’s head disappears from the counter. Osamu methodically begins butchering the body. Cuts of meat are wrapped and bound together with twine. The various cuts of meat are stacked neatly together. Osamu hums as he works. This all feels like a dream… a strange nightmare. He comes to check on you off and on during his work.

He takes away the ice and towel. His lips brush against your brow. Kneeling in front of you, he takes your hands and kisses your palms, the tips of your fingers. “Are ya feelin’ okay?”

Your head is still hurting, but the nausea has gone away. It must be the shock and the ice you had been holding to your battered head- you’re shivering. He touches your cheek. You are staring at the neat, wrapped packages that had once been your ex, but the fear and revulsion you should be feeling are not there. Not yet. Osamu stands again and moves back into the kitchen.

Over the next few minutes, he carries everything from the kitchen to the large freezer. “We’ll have a lovely feast when yer feelin’ better.” He promises. When he’s done, he scoops you up and carries you back to bed. After tucking you in, he kisses your forehead.

“Try to rest. I’ll keep a check on ya.”

You wake late the next day to the smell of breakfast. Osamu sets a tray beside you on the bed. There is miso soup, rice, and strips of meat. Your gaze lingers on the meat, thinking back to the strange dream you had the previous night. It must have been a dream. It couldn’t have been real, and it all seems so strange and hazy in the warm glow of the sunlight spilling into the bedroom. Osamu smiles and strokes your cheek. “I hope yer hungry.”

You eat. He watches, smiling calmly the entire time. His hand is stroking your bare thigh while you eat. When you’re done, he offers soft words of praise and draws you into his lap. You are more awake now with the full breakfast settling nicely in your stomach. The previous night begins to come into more focus. You remember the blood… you remember the meat… you think hard about the taste of the cooked meat and rice and soup on your tongue.

But his hand is drifting down… down… teasing and working between your legs while his mouth tastes your skin…

You stop thinking so hard and lose yourself in the touch… the taste…

“Yer such a good girl,” He murmurs into your neck, his voice a low rumble at the back of his throat. His touch is slow at first, a steady stroking in lazy circles. You lose track of your thoughts. Your awareness is shrinking; all you can focus on is his finger tracing those careful loops between your legs. You try to help him along by arching your hips into his hand, but he hums against your skin and gently lowers you back onto the bed. He leans over you, his hand still moving so slowly and deliberately.

“There’s no need to rush,” He says, moving his mouth to yours. His teeth catch your lower lip and scrape against the still tender flesh there. You taste a bit of your own blood, and so does he as his tongue slides into your mouth. His finger presses deeper, slowly. Your back arches. Heat is pooling in your abdomen. His finger eases back, circles. He breaks the kiss before his finger slides in again so he can hear the low moan escape your bloodied lips. He hooks his other arm beneath your head, tugging you closer. The fingers of his free hand curl beneath your jaw and tilt your head up while his thumb brushes over your lips.

He presses his thumb into your mouth, and as you run your tongue along his skin, he purrs. “Tha’s my girl.”

Two fingers now. They press into you slowly, deeply. You whimper around the thumb in your mouth as your hips arch upward into his touch. His teeth mark the skin where your neck and shoulder meet; he sucks and licks the place where he bites. He allows your hips to rise against his hand while he teases you, his fingers moving in and out in a steady rhythm. You are panting, gasping, bucking against him. This time, when his fingers slide in, he hooks them and strokes as you cry out.

Your body is quivering. Your thoughts have scattered. There was something you were thinking of, but his hands, his mouth… his tongue… his teeth… you can barely focus on anything other than the sparks of heat and pleasure in the places where he touches you. He turns your face toward him and kisses you as his fingers continue their work.

“I’m real proud of ya,” He says, his hot breath washing over your temple. His touch draws another shuddering cry from your lips. Your whole body is alight. You are beginning to tire, but he is relentless in his ministration.  Again… again… your body arches into his hand… you gasp and tremble… you whimper…

When you are utterly spent, he slides his fingers free and brings them to his lips, running his tongue along them while he holds your gaze. A faint smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.

“Delicious.”

[bettermiya]

Hellooo if it's okay id like to request a haikyuu matchup pls- (don't mind my awkward communication skills btw)

General stuff

Im female (she/her), 17 years old, relatively short (160cm, idk what that is in feet Im European :,)) maybe 5'3??)), my parents are from West Asia (Turkey) but I was born in a german speaking country so somehow i can speak 6 languages now-

Personality

One will realize pretty fast that I am in fact not normal lmao- i'm a bit weird but i'm living for it. I'd describe myself as rather introverted though I'm not shy or timid. I just like to relax and take things slow. I'm pretty easy to talk to if I do say so myself and laid-back as well. I'm also funny apparently (my friend's opinion. Lazy too but we don't talk about that HA-)

Interests/Hobbies

If you couldn't already tell by my ability to speak a lot of languages I am really interested in them. I love to learn new stuff and expand my knowledge in general- I also LOVE listening to music (my earphones are my bebes) and sometimes drawing is pretty tempting as well. Idk why but designing/ decorating is something I tend to enjoy doing even though I don't realize it. Gardening is also a hobby of mine.

Just a few more smaller facts- My love language is quality time and I'm not overly experienced when it comes to relationships. I tend to be drawn to ppl that are open and know what they want. Confidence and loyalty are a big factor.

Thank you in case my request gets accepted <33 bye byeee~

Tsukishima Kei is surprised that he would be fascinated with you!

He's not an easy guy. The type who would retaliate with a sharp tongue before letting anyone in, but you've managed to get past his defenses. It's a combination of not pushing his limits and having the intellect to study languages, which is such a difficult subject. Tsukishima is a person who relentlessly pursues knowledge even if he hides it under such a cool façade. If he discovers that you, as unassuming as you are, can assist him in some way? Even his pride cannot keep him from asking for your assistance while his eyes are downcast, and he tugs at his fingers.

Why not? His demands are straightforward and specific. You start assisting him with his request, but you never expected to catch so much attention for it. You're beginning to see that other girls are drawn to Tsukishima by his good looks without knowing about the twisted personality hidden beneath. His interactions with Hinata and Kageyama, two of his volleyball club teammates, demonstrate his cruelty. A sharp word. A biting laugh. A taunt. Tentatively, you asked him about his personality, and he answers:

( “What gives me the right to be cruel to you? You haven't done anything, and you're helping me.” It could be a trick of the light, but he appears to be blushing into the crook of his arm.  )

His meanness, however, is directed at anyone who might criticize you. Those girls' attentions turn negative. He can easily exploit each of their insecurities. This one is far too ugly, this one is far too stupid, and this one is far too pathetic. It doesn’t matter where in the social hierarchy they are because Tsukishima is an ever-loyal attack dog. He’ll take all the heat if it means they’ll leave you alone.

One day, a girl who used to blush pretty when he was close had splashed water in his face. He didn't even blink. You dragged him to the back of the gymnasium and asked Tsukishima why he was willing to go so far for you.

This is too much.

( “You're a moron. I thought you were smarter than this… Why would someone be so protective? Because they like the other person.” )

[bettermiya]

Fox & Mouse.

Summary: After all those year of spending time in Miyagi and Aoba Johsai, you end up moving to Hyogo. Broadcast Club Member!Antique Shop Kid!Fem!Reader

Shipping: Suna Rintarou x Fem!Reader, IwaOi, Tsukkiyama if you squint.

Trigger Warnings: bullying against an unnamed character, attempted sexual assault that gets swiftly punished against the reader, and violence.

WC: 1.7k

[ Middle School ]

You bring a camera to an exhibition game at Kitagawa Daiichi's volleyball club. Although your senpai asked you to assist him, you're not thrilled about the task. You want to trudge through the woods with your friends in search of a true story, such as a murderous ghost or a serial killer, not trapped getting the best angle of a bunch of sweaty boys.

Nonetheless, it's easy to blend in with these girls who scream for Oikawa Tooru. You appreciate them. There's no other way to get good material. How will you get candid expressions if you don't use the ideal environment, where everyone practically vibrates with energy?

You take multiple shots to get the perfect set of photos. The barest gleam of Iwaizumi-senpai’s smile as his captain leaps for a devastating jump-serve. Kindaichi’s fierce gaze as he blocks some poor first years. The laughter, camaraderie, and pure friendship that you may have wished you had if it hadn't been your duty to document it. It occurred to you that you may have fallen in love with the game at the time, even if you weren't aware of it.

Their resolve was as firm as the wood that supported the countertop of your family's antique shop. The movement is as refined as the masters who meticulously crafted each angle.

Volleyball isn't something you're particularly familiar with, but as an outside observer, you hope to capture a figment of that emotion. Keep your fingers steady and your hands sure as you trace each moment like a lover's caress before you must leave. When the match is over, you walk out like you came in--without a desire for someone to notice.

The truth is someone does notice you. Tyki hobbles towards you with a pencil behind his ear, a notebook in hand, and clumps of leaves in his hair. “Thank you so much!” A familiar trio of broadcasting club members run behind him.

“You needed me.”

[ Highschool - 1st Year ]

Aoba Johsai doesn’t have a manager, and it still doesn’t. You're not friends with Oikawa Tooru, but he lets you stay in the gym's shadows. If someone is there, he's being watched. It feels somewhat like absolution to realize that another person exists between the thump of the ball and the pant of pain, witnessing him in the dark while he destroys himself.

( You’d mentioned in passing to him that your family's house wasn't the best, that it alternated between oppressive silence and too much noise. He looked thoughtful before making a simple offer: you can stay after practice with him as long as you help him get clean recordings for matches. )

If you were braver, you would tell Iwaizumi. The Iwaizumi that bought you a soda and asked for a picture of his best friend. While working on the innards of an old clock, you wish you were the kind of girl who could fend off the monster that appears to be pursuing his footsteps. The slightest tension in your resolve causes the clock to chime.

You both look up, startled, and instinctively, you toss the water bottle he had left by your side at him. He gives you the side eye, but he drinks anyway.

You think it's more for you than for him.

You think it’s more for Iwaizumi than for him.

Your jaw moves and you try to find the right words; the story continues as if by magic. Oikawa's well-known knight begins yelling when the doors fly open. The captain of Seijoh starts pleading and you can't run while holding the rusted gears on your lap.

Cinderella is always found.

A promise. A threat. An ending.

What happens to the mouse when the princess is whisked away to her castle?

[ Highschool - 2nd Year ]

If the story is kind, the mouse is brought along to live with the princess. If the story is unkind, the mouse is left behind at the stepmother’s manor. In actuality, the narrative is neither kind nor unkind. When Tyki finally gets chastised by the supervising teacher for shirking his duties after years of chasing specters, you bow before Iwaizumi and Oikawa and inform them that the original newspaper club member will report on them. Oikawa calls it a betrayal, while Iwaizumi calls him an idiot.

A head pat and a milk bun that has spent the entire day being shoved into a jacket are your reward for your hard work. You offer the milk bun to one of Oikawa's admirers to raise money for your efforts to bring Tsukishima another dinosaur antique. Yamaguchi pleads with you to stop funding his friend's addiction. You apologize, but you’re proud of your work.

The next order of business is the worst part. After you tell Iwaizumi and Oikawa that you're leaving the club, and Tsukishima that you'll have to ship his antique to his house, you confess to Tyki that you're leaving Miyagi. Your grandfather wishes to enrich your experience because he believes there is more to the world than this run-down town.

He cries for you. He sobs for the memories in this small room where you spent years keeping records of others. You seem to have a bad habit of disappearing.

The clock strikes twelve.  

The mouse is just a mouse.

[ Highschool – 3rd Year. ]

Even though foxes are known for eating mice, you choose to take over as Inarizaki's third-year manager, a difficult position to obtain. Many girls wanted to be even closer to the Miya twins. You don't blame them because you've been filming monsters for years. You've seen first-hand how stunning they can be when they're in their element.

Fortunately, you have no intention of turning a beast into a prince, but you do want to understand them. The time you spent with Aoba Johsai's volleyball club was insufficient. More resplendencies can be captured with a camera in your hand if you have the knowledge to take the right angle.

Curiosity has never killed your species. If you kept staring at the dark-haired boy who became rigid from the attention, there might be a first time. Making your case to Suna Rintarou wasn't easy because, while Atsumu Miya is the one who openly desired to devote his entire life to the altar of volleyball, you suspect that behind those bored eyes, there is a similar passion. The only thing that convinces him is your willingness to sell your clock tool kit to get him a better cellphone.

He sobs in excitement while repeatedly rotating the object in his hands. You notice they’ve developed calluses through the repetition of manual labor rather than through the dedication required of a sport. You're starting to get the sickening feeling that, eventually, you would have sold your clock tool kit just to please him. 

It’s something you need to squash down. Oikawa Tooru only ever allowed you in his presence since you didn't have the same level of affection for him as the rest. You’re not sure if it's pity, kindness, or a vague sense of 'I'm curious to see how this will go,' but finally, finally, he looks at you like you’re worth his time. Did Cinderella ever need anything other than her beauty and kindness to entice her prince? Or was there dedication hidden in that first pink dress, torn apart by her stepmother and sisters? While you’re not sure you have either, the sacrifice must be worth it.

This is the first time you've wanted so desperately that you've risked something for your wish.

The beginnings weeks as a manager are difficult; nonetheless, you are rewarded by watching them. You don't mind if Inarizaki's starters keep their distance because their commitment inspires you to work harder. Both your videography and photography evolve leaps and bounds during this first stint.  

You smile a little more. You talk like you used to in the broadcasting club about leaping over wire fences with your senpai. He had an uneasy feeling that something sinister was going on at Aoba Johsai, and he was going to break the story. Because it was only a few upperclassmen who were messing with Kyoutani, you both ended up snitching to Oikawa.

You leave out the darker part. Oikawa bullied them in a slow, insidious way, not with his fists, but by convincing the rest of his year to ignore these upperclassmen and pretend they didn't exist. Though Iwaizumi eventually put a stop to his worst antics, the memory of how easily a boy could turn on you sticks with you.

Perhaps that's why, for a split second, you hesitated when one of the second-year benchwarmers wrapped a strong, bruising hand around your wrist. You knew his intention was the supply closet behind the gym. All you could think about was you or him, you or him, you or him.

Who would they believe?

“Oh, you want to go into the supply closet? Okay, we’ll go.”

Suna is a blur of speed as he drags the other boy inside. You're sitting against a tree trunk, listening to the impact of each punch along with deciding how to spin it so Inarizaki doesn't expel him. Finally, you decide that Atsumu would cover for his friend. You have faith in that much.

( "I'm not sure what ya' mean…. Suna was practicing with me and Samu all night." He nods. "Ask anyone on the team. They were all there." )

When he comes out, he sits farther away from you, but close enough to show you the photos he's taken of his victim's bruised and battered body. "I would protect you," he says, his gaze falling to the spot where you were clutching your wrist. “I hope this is enough proof.” Those bloody knuckles you notice when you look back are a promise.

He's watching you as much as you watch him.

You think you've been in this circumstance before. A volleyball is hurtling towards you, and its path is directly in line to your face and Suna's bag. He loves that phone more than he loves his own life, so you don’t dodge.

There is a lot of yelling. You pull out your own phone with trembling fingers and laugh as you record a video, "Hey, Iwaizumi-senpai, remember that time I got hit with a ball back at Kitagawa Daiichi? It happened again."

"What da ya' mean this is yer second time?!" screams Atsumu.

Suna hauls you to the nurse's office by the scruff. He lectures you the entire way in the same way one might speak to a far too rambunctious pet. You turn one of your smiles towards him and the tips of his ears go red.

Suna is kissing you while holding your hand, and his second button is intertwined between your fingers. As you carefully run your tongue over his lower lip, Sakura blossoms have floated down to caress your hair. You run your fingers through his dark tresses. There are strong fingers that dig into your hips that promise more one day.

The confession had gone like this:

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“No.”

“Do you want a boyfriend?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

[ Author's Note: On graduation day at junior high or high schools, a graduating male student would give their second button to someone they like. It's the one closest to their heart. ]

[bettermiya]

Fox & Mouse.

Summary: After all those year of spending time in Miyagi and Aoba Johsai, you end up moving to Hyogo. Broadcast Club Member!Antique Shop Kid!Fem!Reader

Shipping: Suna Rintarou x Fem!Reader, IwaOi, Tsukkiyama if you squint.

Trigger Warnings: bullying against an unnamed character, attempted sexual assault that gets swiftly punished against the reader, and violence.

WC: 1.7k

[ Middle School ]

You bring a camera to an exhibition game at Kitagawa Daiichi's volleyball club. Although your senpai asked you to assist him, you're not thrilled about the task. You want to trudge through the woods with your friends in search of a true story, such as a murderous ghost or a serial killer, not trapped getting the best angle of a bunch of sweaty boys.

Nonetheless, it's easy to blend in with these girls who scream for Oikawa Tooru. You appreciate them. There's no other way to get good material. How will you get candid expressions if you don't use the ideal environment, where everyone practically vibrates with energy?

You take multiple shots to get the perfect set of photos. The barest gleam of Iwaizumi-senpai’s smile as his captain leaps for a devastating jump-serve. Kindaichi’s fierce gaze as he blocks some poor first years. The laughter, camaraderie, and pure friendship that you may have wished you had if it hadn't been your duty to document it. It occurred to you that you may have fallen in love with the game at the time, even if you weren't aware of it.

Their resolve was as firm as the wood that supported the countertop of your family's antique shop. The movement is as refined as the masters who meticulously crafted each angle.

Volleyball isn't something you're particularly familiar with, but as an outside observer, you hope to capture a figment of that emotion. Keep your fingers steady and your hands sure as you trace each moment like a lover's caress before you must leave. When the match is over, you walk out like you came in--without a desire for someone to notice.

The truth is someone does notice you. Tyki hobbles towards you with a pencil behind his ear, a notebook in hand, and clumps of leaves in his hair. “Thank you so much!” A familiar trio of broadcasting club members run behind him.

“You needed me.”

[ Highschool - 1st Year ]

Aoba Johsai doesn’t have a manager, and it still doesn’t. You're not friends with Oikawa Tooru, but he lets you stay in the gym's shadows. If someone is there, he's being watched. It feels somewhat like absolution to realize that another person exists between the thump of the ball and the pant of pain, witnessing him in the dark while he destroys himself.

( You’d mentioned in passing to him that your family's house wasn't the best, that it alternated between oppressive silence and too much noise. He looked thoughtful before making a simple offer: you can stay after practice with him as long as you help him get clean recordings for matches. )

If you were braver, you would tell Iwaizumi. The Iwaizumi that bought you a soda and asked for a picture of his best friend. While working on the innards of an old clock, you wish you were the kind of girl who could fend off the monster that appears to be pursuing his footsteps. The slightest tension in your resolve causes the clock to chime.

You both look up, startled, and instinctively, you toss the water bottle he had left by your side at him. He gives you the side eye, but he drinks anyway.

You think it's more for you than for him.

You think it’s more for Iwaizumi than for him.

Your jaw moves and you try to find the right words; the story continues as if by magic. Oikawa's well-known knight begins yelling when the doors fly open. The captain of Seijoh starts pleading and you can't run while holding the rusted gears on your lap.

Cinderella is always found.

A promise. A threat. An ending.

What happens to the mouse when the princess is whisked away to her castle?

[ Highschool - 2nd Year ]

If the story is kind, the mouse is brought along to live with the princess. If the story is unkind, the mouse is left behind at the stepmother’s manor. In actuality, the narrative is neither kind nor unkind. When Tyki finally gets chastised by the supervising teacher for shirking his duties after years of chasing specters, you bow before Iwaizumi and Oikawa and inform them that the original newspaper club member will report on them. Oikawa calls it a betrayal, while Iwaizumi calls him an idiot.

A head pat and a milk bun that has spent the entire day being shoved into a jacket are your reward for your hard work. You offer the milk bun to one of Oikawa's admirers to raise money for your efforts to bring Tsukishima another dinosaur antique. Yamaguchi pleads with you to stop funding his friend's addiction. You apologize, but you’re proud of your work.

The next order of business is the worst part. After you tell Iwaizumi and Oikawa that you're leaving the club, and Tsukishima that you'll have to ship his antique to his house, you confess to Tyki that you're leaving Miyagi. Your grandfather wishes to enrich your experience because he believes there is more to the world than this run-down town.

He cries for you. He sobs for the memories in this small room where you spent years keeping records of others. You seem to have a bad habit of disappearing.

The clock strikes twelve.  

The mouse is just a mouse.

[ Highschool – 3rd Year. ]

Even though foxes are known for eating mice, you choose to take over as Inarizaki's third-year manager, a difficult position to obtain. Many girls wanted to be even closer to the Miya twins. You don't blame them because you've been filming monsters for years. You've seen first-hand how stunning they can be when they're in their element.

Fortunately, you have no intention of turning a beast into a prince, but you do want to understand them. The time you spent with Aoba Johsai's volleyball club was insufficient. More resplendencies can be captured with a camera in your hand if you have the knowledge to take the right angle.

Curiosity has never killed your species. If you kept staring at the dark-haired boy who became rigid from the attention, there might be a first time. Making your case to Suna Rintarou wasn't easy because, while Atsumu Miya is the one who openly desired to devote his entire life to the altar of volleyball, you suspect that behind those bored eyes, there is a similar passion. The only thing that convinces him is your willingness to sell your clock tool kit to get him a better cellphone.

He sobs in excitement while repeatedly rotating the object in his hands. You notice they’ve developed calluses through the repetition of manual labor rather than through the dedication required of a sport. You're starting to get the sickening feeling that, eventually, you would have sold your clock tool kit just to please him. 

It’s something you need to squash down. Oikawa Tooru only ever allowed you in his presence since you didn't have the same level of affection for him as the rest. You’re not sure if it's pity, kindness, or a vague sense of 'I'm curious to see how this will go,' but finally, finally, he looks at you like you’re worth his time. Did Cinderella ever need anything other than her beauty and kindness to entice her prince? Or was there dedication hidden in that first pink dress, torn apart by her stepmother and sisters? While you’re not sure you have either, the sacrifice must be worth it.

This is the first time you've wanted so desperately that you've risked something for your wish.

The beginnings weeks as a manager are difficult; nonetheless, you are rewarded by watching them. You don't mind if Inarizaki's starters keep their distance because their commitment inspires you to work harder. Both your videography and photography evolve leaps and bounds during this first stint.  

You smile a little more. You talk like you used to in the broadcasting club about leaping over wire fences with your senpai. He had an uneasy feeling that something sinister was going on at Aoba Johsai, and he was going to break the story. Because it was only a few upperclassmen who were messing with Kyoutani, you both ended up snitching to Oikawa.

You leave out the darker part. Oikawa bullied them in a slow, insidious way, not with his fists, but by convincing the rest of his year to ignore these upperclassmen and pretend they didn't exist. Though Iwaizumi eventually put a stop to his worst antics, the memory of how easily a boy could turn on you sticks with you.

Perhaps that's why, for a split second, you hesitated when one of the second-year benchwarmers wrapped a strong, bruising hand around your wrist. You knew his intention was the supply closet behind the gym. All you could think about was you or him, you or him, you or him.

Who would they believe?

“Oh, you want to go into the supply closet? Okay, we’ll go.”

Suna is a blur of speed as he drags the other boy inside. You're sitting against a tree trunk, listening to the impact of each punch along with deciding how to spin it so Inarizaki doesn't expel him. Finally, you decide that Atsumu would cover for his friend. You have faith in that much.

( "I'm not sure what ya' mean…. Suna was practicing with me and Samu all night." He nods. "Ask anyone on the team. They were all there." )

When he comes out, he sits farther away from you, but close enough to show you the photos he's taken of his victim's bruised and battered body. "I would protect you," he says, his gaze falling to the spot where you were clutching your wrist. “I hope this is enough proof.” Those bloody knuckles you notice when you look back are a promise.

He's watching you as much as you watch him.

You think you've been in this circumstance before. A volleyball is hurtling towards you, and its path is directly in line to your face and Suna's bag. He loves that phone more than he loves his own life, so you don’t dodge.

There is a lot of yelling. You pull out your own phone with trembling fingers and laugh as you record a video, "Hey, Iwaizumi-senpai, remember that time I got hit with a ball back at Kitagawa Daiichi? It happened again."

"What da ya' mean this is yer second time?!" screams Atsumu.

Suna hauls you to the nurse's office by the scruff. He lectures you the entire way in the same way one might speak to a far too rambunctious pet. You turn one of your smiles towards him and the tips of his ears go red.

Suna is kissing you while holding your hand, and his second button is intertwined between your fingers. As you carefully run your tongue over his lower lip, Sakura blossoms have floated down to caress your hair. You run your fingers through his dark tresses. There are strong fingers that dig into your hips that promise more one day.

The confession had gone like this:

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“No.”

“Do you want a boyfriend?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

[ Author's Note: On graduation day at junior high or high schools, a graduating male student would give their second button to someone they like. It's the one closest to their heart. ]

[bettermiya]

Hi! If you're still taking matchups, I'd love to have one! I have a lot of info here but I suppose that makes it easier to pick and choose HAHA as for genre/flavor of match i dont really care if it's more fluffy or smutty, i'm in my 20s

personality traits: introverted (distant, little interest in getting close to many people), extremely independent (often refuses to rely on others), confident (arrogant), straightforward (blunt, sometimes tactless), decisive, even-tempered, good sense of humor, playful, teasing, mischievous, realist that leans optimistic, curious (nosey), a bit of a troublemaker/rulebreaker, does not shy away from conflict.

hobbies: video games, watching anime, drawing (digital), painting (watercolor, acrylic), baking (but NOT cooking), reading, cosplay, thrill-seeking activities.

likes: cats, sweets, good food, winter, cool weather, lattes, traveling, piercings (i have 12), tattoos, puns (!), lazy days, learning foreign languages, cleaning, new experiences, trying new foods, trying new skills, people with a good sense of humor (quite subjective), people who are flexible and open-minded.

dislikes: dogs, spiders, bitter foods, hot weather, strong scents, pessimism, rigidity (in personality or environment), feeling restricted, possessiveness, conformity, having to be responsible for other people, boredom, when people don't stand up for themselves (i tend to look down on/clash with people who are overly insecure).

types / categories: intj-a ; 7w8 (yes i know type 7 is super uncommon for intj) ; love languages: physical touch, quality time (least likely to use/appreciate acts of service)

misc.: clumsy ; accidentally misuses slang or phrases bc i can never remember how they go (e.g. "let's bust this popsicle stand" instead of "blow this popsicle stand") ; able to pick up new skills relatively quickly ; studied french, korean, and latin in university ; prone to being a bit directionless in life but is go-with-the-flow enough that it typically isn't an issue ; prone to bad luck but tries to find the humor in most situations ; life approach: to have fun and be happy, to live a life of varied experiences, to not take life too seriously, to not force meaning into life

Your life is about to get a whole lot more interesting… your match is Nishinoya Yuu

Sometimes like calls to like, and your chaotic energy and puns (not to mention the baked goods) brought Nishinoya rolling into your path. Nishinoya finds your bluntness to be hilarious, though he sometimes gets offended when it’s directed towards him. Don’t worry, though, he takes what you say to heart only in the sense that constructive criticism and a new challenge are something he is always up for; and he has no problem issuing such challenges and criticisms to you as well. Though there may be a bit of an argument over who is going to be hitting to who in practice, you both help each other grow in your shared team position. He finally pulls you aside after spending some time together and agrees to teach you his Rolling Thunder move. You’ll share your special moves with him, too, right?

As an adult, Nishinoya spends his time traveling and reveling in new experiences, and he is sure you drag– bring– you along for the ride. Though there are times when travels lead you into hotter climates, he makes sure there are plenty of pools and oceans and lakes and cool places to make up for it. He buys you lots of ice cream. He promises to take you somewhere cooler with lots of snow in between the hotter places. While you are traveling, he points out every stray cat he sees and makes sure that before you leave, you both try some of the local sweets.

“Don’t you worry, I’m very flexible.” Winks.

Both of you get into plenty of mischief together, but he knows when to be serious and responsible. There may be a problem with who of the two of you will kill the spiders in the relationship. (“Really, we should just burn the hotel down, it’s the only responsible thing to do.”) But that’s okay, at least there will never be a dull moment. It might be hard to convince Nishinoya to slow down long enough for a lazy day, but if you bake some goodies, he’ll play video games with you and watch anime. (“I’m definitely going to beat you this time.”)

“Don’t forget, it’s okay to rely on others sometimes. That’s why volleyball is played with a team. It’s about connection and relying on each other to keep it going. We’ll rely on each other, okay?”

[chungster2605]

How I imagine the haikyuu boys would fight or if I think they could (don’t question it, I saw a TikTok):

Hinata: lots of kicks honestly, the boy has combos though, hinata is a pacifist though, but if it came down to it, I think hinata has the potential to beat some ass. But like he’s not overly strong so there are no big hits. 6.5/10 in the do they have hands scale.

Kageyama: I don’t think he’s a great fighter after the first blow, hinata kind of has the reflex thing, but Kageyama is a monster volleyball player; hinata is a monster athlete. He could slap the shit out of you, but I don’t know if he’s whooping ass. 4.5/10.

Tsukki: Never has got in a fight, honestly… I can see him having hands, he’d analyze their mojo or whatever and like taunt and get a good ol one and done, night night punch in. 7.5/10

Yamaguchi: Only if they insult Tsukki or someone important, he won’t kick ass for himself. Aggressive, very slappy. He just starts swinging his arms and surprisingly makes contact. 7/10

Suga: He decks people and punches their lights out. He doesn’t box or mess around; they just straight up get decked and beat the frick up. 9/10

Daichi: don’t mess with him. At this point, call him night quill, because he’ll put you to sleep with ease. 11/10 don’t try to run hands with him unless you are elite

Tanaka: I think he can curbstomp people; him and Noya are pros at jumping people. I mean if the shoe fits I guess, he’s not better than hinata, but enthusiasm makes up for lack of skill. If he gets you to the ground you’re done. Again the tag team with Noya is elite. Mostly punches, not many kicks. 5.5/10

Noya: Aboslute wild card, you really never know what he’s going to do, he’s really doing they most. Biting scratching spitting, are all on the table. Expect some shin kicks. Him and the Tanaka duo is unstoppable. 6/10

Coach Ukai: Bet you didn’t expect his name huh? Well guess what? He’s running the whole show. Man has hands, feet, you name it, he can kick ass with it. Honestly the epitome of badass. 100/10

Kuroo: I don’t think he has hands… well I mean, maybe… he’s pretty smart… I guess he could like Matrix out of the way of punches, but like… he’s so gangly… I guess longer arms mean longer reach… so I think he’d be a better Tsukki, I take back my gut statement. But I still think that Daichi will humble the both of them at the same time. 8/10

Kenma: Feral when the situation calls for it, like Noya, but less energetic. Don’t fight Kenma. 7.5/10 but he will whoop anyone on this list, don’t get it twisted. If he’s mad enough to fight, noting can stop him

Bokuto: Do you really need to ask? Of course he has hand. My guy is built like a train. He’s not as slick with it as Daichi, who just straight up puts you to sleep, but if and when he lands a hit, even if you don’t take a quick snooze from it, unless you a feral Kenma, you are most likely out of commission. 9/10

Akaashi: I—- I want to say that he’s like a better kageyama, but something tells me that he has no reserves when he fights, that little bit of snark he has takes over his soul and he just beats on the other person. Pure rage once someone tries to fight. After kicking some bootay, he will straighten up his tie and walk away like nothing happened. 10/10

Tendo: He’s actually deranged. Of course he can fight. Black Air Force energy. You hit him and he asks for another. He starts fight for fun. 9/10

Ushijima: One Punch. South Paw. That’s it. When this man slaps the soul out of your body, he will hit you so hard that you actually open a rift and time and when you reach your destination, you end up 300 years in the past. That’s how hard he will rock your shit. Just pray that he puts you to sleep on contact. He’ll apologize afterwards though. 12/10

Oikawa: Very slappy, he hits freaking hard though. 7.5/10

Iwaizumi: Has been around the block a few times if you know what I mean. Has power and experience, not a lot of people can beat him. Seasoned fighter, lots of punches, practically a boxer 8.5/ 10

Johzenji High: they as a group just jump people. They can’t fight for shit, but they team up and take people down. 7/10 as a unit 2/10 for individual skill.

[yomiro]

I don't see the difference