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LOADING USER... cel. she/her. 21. carrd byf.
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NEW MESSAGES from miya osamu: wedding from tsukishima kei: kabedon from iwaizumi hajime: "favourite relationship moment?"
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the miya household is always the go-to household for all kinds of celebrations alike. you name it: birthdays, anniversaries, friday night dinners – check, check, check.
atsumu has always grown up in a home where his mom would host the parties for all her grown-up friends, and he’d always be the type of teenager to hide away in his room until the last of the guests finally leave.
it was a silly thing to do looking back on it now, but that was the old miya household.
in the new miya household (population: you and your husband), the two of you can’t just hide away in your broom closet until the last of the guests leave — it is your apartment after all.
at first, it was the big things: msby jackal’s celebration of their first tournament win (where hinata broke a window because he claims bokuto pushed him into it) or akaashi’s job promotion party (where the champagne bottle was so unfortunately aimed that when the corkscrew came flying, it hit the other non-broken window).
two broken windows later, it eventually died down to the little things: small get-togethers, a friend too intoxicated to drive needing a place to stay, or one of your favorites: friday night dinners.
“we’re home!”
there’s the sound of shuffling keys and shoes being taken off at the doorway, rustling of brown paper bags and footsteps.
you pop your head out from the kitchen and it isn’t a surprise at all to you when you see all four of your best friends (one being your husband) standing by your door way, all adorned with cheeky smiles and chinese takeout.
you call to them, “coats here, everybody!”
hinata goes over to you first, still as sweet as ever, and gives you a tight embrace (the same one he gives you every friday night), and you take his coat with a light smile on your face.
bokuto gives you his coat next, paired with an embrace of his own, your smile widens as you immediately recognize the coat you bought him for christmas last year, well and taken care of.
sakusa isn’t wearing a coat or a jacket tonight but still, he approaches you next to the coat stand anyway, and he embraces you just for seeing you again tonight, saying “thank you for having us”.
when you married atsumu, you didn’t realize you weren’t only marrying into his family, but his friends as well.
it says "people to watch out for" 😭
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“what’s your favourite moment of our relationship so far?”
you pose the question to iwaizumi against the backdrop of huntington beach. the sun dips the sea in hues of orange, a vibrant see you tomorrow to end the day. activity on the shore fades out with the waves: families packing up, surfers swimming back to land. you and iwaizumi are almost the only two left—his hand around your shoulder and your head on his chest as you both lay on the picnic blanket.
“favourite part?” he inquires back. “it’s hard to choose.”
you playfully hit his chest, shifting closer in his embrace. “oh come on, don’t give me that generic answer. there must’ve been something that stood out.”
in the brief quiet that follows, your eyes drift to the palm trees gently swaying in the wind. “well,” iwaizumi muses, “i do mean it. i don’t have a favourite part.”
his fingers reach up to caress the side of your hair: warm, tender, loving. “i loved meeting you for the first time. we were both clumsy as fuck at orientation.”
you laugh, thinking about your first day at uc irvine. absorbed in figuring out the campus map on your phone, you ended up bumping right into another student. the impact of the collision threatened to knock you off your feet—if it wasn’t for the other student’s steady grip on your hand.
you immediately uttered countless apologies, getting back on your feet and letting go of his grasp. the student shook it off. he wasn’t watching where he was going either, he claimed. you shared a smile—little did you know then, one of many more to come—before you introduced yourself to him.
he returned the courtesy, and you almost missed his name because of the way his dark spiky hair seemed to gleam under the california sun.
“hajime iwaizumi. nice to meet you.”
back in the present, iwaizumi laughs in tandem with you, a deep timbre you’ve always adored. “yeah, we were kind of stupid. great story to tell though.”
iwaizumi glances up at the seagulls flying up ahead, disappearing from his view not long after. “i also love our first anniversary. just stargazing at some random trail. and our second with the build-a-bears. and our third at the fair.”
“oh, and you meeting everyone from back home. especially those three idiots.” you laugh louder this time, recalling the first video call you had with iwaizumi’s old teammates at aoba johsai. “honestly,” he continues with apparent amusement laced in his tone, “where oikawa, makki, and mattsun are, chaos is sure to follow.”
“i loved meeting your friends!” you exclaim, beaming ear-to-ear. “can’t wait to meet them in-person someday.”
you feel iwaizumi’s chest rise and fall as he scoffs. “they’re a handful, baby. don’t say i didn’t warn you.”
“going back to the question,” iwaizumi continues, “do you really want to know why i don’t have a favourite moment?”
“go ahead. i’m waiting.”
“i don’t have a favourite moment…” iwaizumi pauses, and you feel his lips pressing a quick kiss against your forehead.
“i don’t have a favourite moment, because any moment with you is my favourite.”
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just had to add on thoughts along w this icymi:
saw a fic that said iwaizumi went to uci and i was like THAT MAKES SM SENSE ACTUALLY so zot zot 🐜🐜
dropped like a ton of references to american things here.. i've never even been to a build a bear oops
also california iwa and his energy is just immaculate me thinks
and he introduces himself as hajime iwaizumi instead of iwaizumi hajime bc cultural differences
tempted to write a short one on the first meeting between reader and the rest of the seijoh four...
when oikawa tooru was born, the balance of the world shifted ‼️🌏💥👑🍼🏐 happy birthday to the great king himself
all of the summer-themed prompts seem amazing but can I get 7 + iwaizumi please🫶🏻 (I imagine it taking place in cali😎)
I really love you work btw
hello hello! thank you for the kind words :)
kind of got carried away with the idea of california iwaizumi so here you go! i also misread "sunrise" as "sunset" my bad 😭😭
send a summer themed prompt + character to receive a drabble ☀️🌴
“what’s your favourite moment of our relationship so far?”
you pose the question to iwaizumi against the backdrop of huntington beach. the sun dips the sea in hues of orange, a vibrant see you tomorrow to end the day. activity on the shore fades out with the waves: families packing up, surfers swimming back to land. you and iwaizumi are almost the only two left—his hand around your shoulder and your head on his chest as you both lay on the picnic blanket.
“favourite part?” he inquires back. “it’s hard to choose.”
you playfully hit his chest, shifting closer in his embrace. “oh come on, don’t give me that generic answer. there must’ve been something that stood out.”
in the brief quiet that follows, your eyes drift to the palm trees gently swaying in the wind. “well,” iwaizumi muses, “i do mean it. i don’t have a favourite part.”
his fingers reach up to caress the side of your hair: warm, tender, loving. “i loved meeting you for the first time. we were both clumsy as fuck at orientation.”
you laugh, thinking about your first day at uc irvine. absorbed in figuring out the campus map on your phone, you ended up bumping right into another student. the impact of the collision threatened to knock you off your feet—if it wasn’t for the other student’s steady grip on your hand.
you immediately uttered countless apologies, getting back on your feet and letting go of his grasp. the student shook it off. he wasn’t watching where he was going either, he claimed. you shared a smile—little did you know then, one of many more to come—before you introduced yourself to him.
he returned the courtesy, and you almost missed his name because of the way his dark spiky hair seemed to gleam under the california sun.
“hajime iwaizumi. nice to meet you.”
back in the present, iwaizumi laughs in tandem with you, a deep timbre you’ve always adored. “yeah, we were kind of stupid. great story to tell though.”
iwaizumi glances up at the seagulls flying up ahead, disappearing from his view not long after. “i also love our first anniversary. just stargazing at some random trail. and our second with the build-a-bears. and our third at the fair.”
“oh, and you meeting everyone from back home. especially those three idiots.” you laugh louder this time, recalling the first video call you had with iwaizumi’s old teammates at aoba johsai. “honestly,” he continues with apparent amusement laced in his tone, “where oikawa, makki, and mattsun are, chaos is sure to follow.”
“i loved meeting your friends!” you exclaim, beaming ear-to-ear. “can’t wait to meet them in-person someday.”
you feel iwaizumi’s chest rise and fall as he scoffs. “they’re a handful, baby. don’t say i didn’t warn you.”
“going back to the question,” iwaizumi continues, “do you really want to know why i don’t have a favourite moment?”
“go ahead. i’m waiting.”
“i don’t have a favourite moment…” iwaizumi pauses, and you feel his lips pressing a quick kiss against your forehead.
“i don’t have a favourite moment, because any moment with you is my favourite.”
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hvn't done this in a looong time and i miss writing in bits so:
send in a prompt from this list + a character and i'll write a drabble! if you're lucky it might evolve to a full fledged short story HAHAH
summer-themed prompts are from @urfriendlywriter ☀️🌴
my dream as a fanfic writer is to write a story which people want to talk to me about and send asks about afterwards and discuss things the characters did and the symbolism and meanings behind certain lines and I'll be all "hehe thanks" but irl I'll be in literal tears because I wrote something that means something to someone
Please give me feedback! :)
I got an AO3 comment once which summarised said, 'I've been reading this fic for years and I keep coming back to it over and over because it's so amazing and I feel guilty that all this time I never commented, so this is me letting you know how much it's meant to me for so long.' And that was incredible, because five minutes before I didn't know that person existed and then they tell me that I've made such an impact on them.
It is never too late to leave a comment - the author will always be thrilled.
japan 2-3 to germany 🥲
manager!reader x tsukki please
karasuno team making predictions about who will be the first one to become a dad in the future, not knowing it will be tsukki 🫢
say that theyre having a reunion and all of them goes 0_o after seeing readers bby bump, you could do the rest tbh😭❤️
currently living off my mobile data 🙏 tysm for this request
— little easter egg here if u see it
the boys were always eager to place bets on things unnecessary. who can spike the most balls, who can drink the most milk, who can shove the most meat in their mouth without chewing it. they always bargained a few yens or free food.
it had rubbed on you a few bets later.
in the night before sugawara, daichi, shimizu, and asahi's graduation day, the whole team had decided to have a sleepover inside the gym. the boys set up their futons on the court, while the girls stayed at the stage, futons side by side.
but you were all gathered in the middle, clad in mismatched pyjamas, snacks tossed around, dinner melted in your stomachs. you were guaranteed that this night would hold a special place in your heart– something to look back to when change begins the next day.
you fiddle with your nails as you walk home at tooru's side, the sounds of mattsun, makki, and iwa bickering further up ahead cutting through the empty streets. you’re uncharacteristically nervous, because god knows you’ve never done something like this before—but you steel yourself because it’s worth it for him.
your feelings for oikawa tooru are all consuming—strong and deep and intense. they’ve been brewing for well over two years now, nourished by the increased amount of time you’ve spent with him. they overwhelm you, washing over your being with an intensity you’ve never felt before, and they drive you to stick by his side for as long as you can—desperate and aching for the boy who puts the stars in your sky.
you know that timing is important because tooru is nothing if not driven—singularly focused on the sport that gives him the air he needs to breathe. so you wait until well after his match with karasuno, giving your all to support him and the rest of the team because volleyball has become important to you after spending so much time with them. you give it time, wait until after the team has taken the time to lament over their missed chance, and after all the third years are ready to move on to the next phase of their lives, before you finally decide to spill your guts to him.
tooru stares ahead as he’s walking, pensive and unsmiling, and you’re dying to know what’s going on in his head. his eyes are bright, a contrast to his expression, and there’s a resolute glint in his irises that has you feeling oddly shaken. when you reach his house, the rest of the group waves back at him before continuing on, and you realize this is your chance.
so, dangerously, you put your heart on the line.
“i remember practicing how to ask you out.”
you laugh against tsukishima’s frame, looking up into his eyes. his contented smile instantly drops, morphing into a mock frown: “what’s so funny?”
“you?” you manage in between giggles. your fingers poke at tsukishima’s cheeks, tracing the reddish glow settling in them. “you? the high-and-mighty tsukishima kei? practicing how to ask me out?”
“shut up,” he muffles, burrowing his face in your hair. “i was nervous, ok?”
as you relish in the comfortable warmth, you take the moment to recall the day tsukishima kei, your long-time bestfriend, confessed his feelings for you.
rivals to lovers with osamu because you both own onigiri businesses and are each other’s competition in the same region/city.
your shops are like one block away from each other and there’s been a silent competition of “who can open the most outlets in japan” for the past couple of years.
before you met, you already knew of him and his business because, well, how many miyas are there? and he's an identical twin so you obviously knew what he looked like, but you only met at the olympics because you both had pop-up stalls at the arena.
you actually got a spot there first but onigiri miya got to squeeze into an extra spot thanks to atsumu and obviously, you were pissed about that.
“this damn bastard and his connections. he’s lucky he’s got a talented and famous brother or his business would’ve gone to shit years ago.”
and that’s how you met osamu.
in my head, y/n is a very confrontational and assertive person, so that brings out the competitiveness in osamu that only atsumu could bring out previously.
“your brother is obviously the better twin. he’s famous AND talented and you’re here getting upset because my onigiri business is doing better than yours.” you once said to him with a polite smile on your face. you were standing in the middle of the food street in the olympic arena with all 6 feet of the one and only miya osamu in front of you. with his arms crossed and a confident smile on his face, he stared back at you and realised that damn, he's fucked.
and obviously the two of you end up together in the end, but not before an entire arc of you two being in the frenemy zone for like THE LONGEST TIME before you finally get together.
“you stole my business, miya.” “and you stole my heart. now we’re even.”
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with you, i'm first | miya osamu x reader
in which miya osamu is used to coming second to his brother. but with you, he's always first.
wc: 1113 | gn!reader | fluff
Miya Osamu is used to coming second.
It starts with Atsumu, like most things do. October is cold and gray and Atsumu comes first, a small body with a large presence that fills the warm hospital room. His cries are loud and he’s a little underweight, but with him comes the sun.
Atsumu is born under a partly cloudy sky but the nurses swear he was shrouded in sunlight.
Osamu comes twelve minutes later. His parents are crying and his Ma is close to passing out. If he thinks really hard he can almost feel her warmth, Atsumu’s sobs, and a mumble of prayers that October has safely brought Atsumu and then Osamu.
He asks Grandma one day what the weather was like when he was born. She says, with confidence, it was foggy.