third gym babies reacting to their sister being lesbian/bi!
pairings : elder brother!bokuto x reader , elder brother!kuroo x reader, younger brother!tsukishima x reader
tw : nth except for reader isn’t straight hehe
a/n : hello guys welp a lot of you might know me as a reader and this idea popped up on my mind yesterday which i shared on @dearkags and @bluberryparfait‘s discord but my brain went whoooooAT if i wrote it myself jhhshsjdh. this is my first work and i’m stil trying to figure out how tumblr works. pls dont hate i’ll cry. avoid if it makes you uncomfortable ig.
bokuto koutaro
so you’re bokuto tiny sister and you two share one braincell but you try your best not to show it bc “i’m the better sIBLING.”
at first you thought the attraction you had towards your bestie was normal but then realized “waIT whaT yall dont wanna kiss ur bff all the time??”
bokuto is dumb so he prolly didn’t notice anyth and only focused on protect (read restrict) you from the BOYs
you’re usually loud and outgoing like bokuto but when it comes to your bestie that you like more than just frEnds you get absolutely red and nervous
so you decide to go with the song challenge on tiktok where you tell the person to focus on the lyrics and whoosh
do you did it yay
and just as the music goes “i don’t wanna be your friend i wanna kiss your lips” (stan girl in red uwu) you lean in and just kiss her
she kisses back!!
and bokuto is also back!!!
he never knocks. by never i mean NEVER you gotta lock your door or oops
and your dumbass didnt
so just as the kiss was getting a lil steamy from soft
“HEY DUMBASS I NEED MY HEADPH-ooh...”
you both instantly pull away and the room is filled with silence except for the music still going
he just stares dumbfounded like O-O
and then it hits him and he goes
“y/n you’re gay?!”
you facepalm so hard pls leave koutaro
“the term is lesbian-”
‘ I NEED TO TELL AKAASHI”
he needs to tell akaashi everything
10/10 supportive tbh but doesnt change the fact that no premarital hand h*lding >:(
will probably hide it from your parents until you’re ready to tell then
best elder brother ever ok
kuroo tetsurou
at first he thought you just prefer being around guys more after seeing you get all wobbly and nervous when any girl gets close to you
he’s a very supportive elder brother ok so you probably try talking to him abt why you couldn’t kiss your current bf
you were just uncomfortable??
he told you he prolly wasn’t the right guy until he saw you smiling at one of his classmates as you waited for him after your classes
your eyes were just shining and it your nervousness was evident but she somehow made you noT run away ig
he was watching for a while, how you were tightly clutching onto the strap of your bag and how red your cheeks turned as she gave you a headpat before walking away
and your eyes lingered
but he decided not to say anyth that day cause he wanted you to realize and talk abt it when you’re comfortable
from that day on you waited for him (her) a lot
even ditching your classmate and shared bff at lunch one day as you sat on the bench outside beside her
kenma knew
this goes on for a while until you decide to tell him when kenma came over one day
he noticed. so he just smiles and pats your head
“you finally admitted huh?”
your eyes widened how did he know jshjsd
“it was lowkey obvious. the guys weren’t wrong, the gender was.”
teases teases teases teases
you : literally just existing
him peeking into ur room just 2 annoy u : oya thinking abt your senpai?
they both help you prepare and confess
“you need to get it off of your chest, no matter what the outcome is.”
she accepts!!
and if your parents aren’t supportive, he will speak up and fight!!
tsukishima kei
so you’re a third year and go to a different school where you’ve been dating this girl for a while
he often saw you at the cafe near karasuno often
veeeryyyy often
with the same girl
he doesn’t pay much attention to that tbh
but on a sunny weekend morning, he was passing by the cafe and looks at you through the window when yams says your name
you seemed stressed, kinda scared
they were planning to go to tadashi’s house and study or sumn
he comes back home to akiteru and your mom sulking in the living room
“your sister is being salty again. says she had a fight with her girlfriend and is crying upstairs.”
due to the smaller age gap comparing to akiteru, you two were kinda closer and he somehow knew that wasn’t fitting
you didn’t cry that easily.
he lets you be until he need one of your his dino manga or sth you borrowed
so he knocks on your door and you open with red puffy eyes, sniffing
he enters and decides to stay silent until you burst into tears again
he kinda stares awkwardly not knowing what to do and waits for you to calm down and start talking
as salty as you might be at times, you were extremely soft at times like your elder brother
so you tell him in the midst of sobbing
“she broke up with me. it wasn’t working out. i kinda saw it coming but it still hurt.”
only after venting you realize you never told him you were into girls, or even dating one and your eyes widened upon realization
“kei i-”
“i didn’t like her anyway. she seemed too uptight and self-obsessed (hah)”
“how do yo-”
“i saw you at the cafe. you can get better chicks than her”
you smile and gently hit his head, telling him not to badmouth her
he doesn’t make a big deal out of it and treats it just as he would if you broke up with your boyfriend
and you’re glad that he is
won’t show it but he doesn’t want anyone to hurt his sister ok, he won’t tell you but he will fiTE
The AU were everyone was happy and shit,Alcohol consumption,Huddle for warmth(?),mention of cigarettes,Angst(?)
Yuzuha and you were together 12 years ago,the relationship with his brother and her kinda caused problems in your relationship. So when she told you that she wanted to break up with you, this was devastating for you
"W..what was the problem with us Yuzuha?"
"..."
"If it's your brother who forced you do-"
"No it's not. Let's just end this here. Bye."
Years later,you didn't expected to hear from her again. She was the manger of her younger brother,Hakkai who was a popular model. Them being also known as some Werecats gave them even more popularity.
You were also a model too and when you heard that you were invited to a party was going to be organised tonight and that Hakkai will also be there,you immediately got ready for it.
There's chance that you can meet Yuzuha again and you won't miss it.
At the party there's was a big crowd there a'd there. Some of them regonized you and you gave them some autograph and some pictures however Hakkai and Yuzuha were nowhere.
Until you heard some big yell in the crowd and saw Hakkai entering the venue,Bodyguards next to him and Yuzuha too. She looked really tired,you really wanted try talk to her but the crowd was moving fast that you kinda losed hope.
Walking to the bar you asked for a cocktail,the bartender immediately started to make the command. As you were watching him you heard someone sitting next to you and that person was none other than Yuzuha.
"Yuzuha...?"
"Who ar- [Name]?"
You noticed that her eyes had some dark circles but they weren't that dark.
"How long did you sleep? Your dark circle are being visible.."
"...It's just the work,Hakkai's fans are causing problems like everyday. They even send nasty comments..Jesus.."
The bartender gives you the cocktail that you ordered,so perfect. Yuzuha asked for three drink of UV Blue raspberry vodka.
"Why do you want vodka that bad?"
"Each day I'm stressed, I wanted to smoke but Hakkai stopped me. So nothing wrong with drink. Plus.."
She turned her head to the table where Hakkai was,some womens and mens where at the table,the bodyguards were outside of the table,on thier guard if any suspicious thing happened.
"He's busy so he won't notice me."
She started to drink the vodka glass,her tail jumped at each drinks.
After some good minutes of drink,you stopped her from continuing her 11th drink by taking the glass out of her hands
"Now now,this is enough."
"Y'er...shutup..gimme my drunk!"
She tried to take the glass but got stopped by your right hand holding both of her cheeks.
She tried to remove your hand but your grip was strong so she decided to bite your hand but instead of bitting it she was chewing it
"Rem...ove y'er...pretty...hanss!"
Pretty?
You removed your hand from her face. Peoples didn't noticed both of you and the bartender was busy with someone else.
"My hands...are pretty?"
Yuzuha's tail started to move fast from embarrassment,she got up but was about to fall before getting caught by you
"You are way to drunk to go outside,I'll help yo-"
"I...caz..wallk finee..on my ownn."
You were sitting in a hotel bed with a dizzy Yuzuha next to you,she was holding you by your waist while whispering words like how 'you were pretty' and how 'she regret what happened years ago'
You let a small giggle by her words,suddenly you heard a phone ringing with a ringtone that you heard before
"I love this song.."
Fill my heart with song
Yuzuha only let a whine at your words while her grip was becoming tight,trying to find warmth in your body.
a/n; i've been struggling so here's me writing for my comfort character 🥲
This is where Sakusa finds you, curled up under the blanket and staring at the wall. He lingers by the door before quietly setting his gym bag on the floor and walks over to you. He unhooks his mask, places it on the nightstand then shrugs his jacket off to hang it up in the closet. He sits on the edge of the bed, his obsidian eyes sweeping over your unmoving form.
You don’t acknowledge him.
“Hey,” Sakusa says, voice gentle as he scoots closer to place his hand on your shoulder. “How are you feeling?”
“Fine,” you sound wistful, a soft distant tone as though you've floated away, lost at sea. You blink at the cream-colored wall. “How’s your day?”
Sakusa runs his fingers along your arm. “It's alright,” he says simply before standing up to draw the covers back and slip in. You don’t protest as he rearranges you, coaxes you to turn away from the plaster and drywall, and instead fall onto him and his welcomed warmth. Despite being under layers of soft cotton and down feathers, you’re cold to the touch.
He pulls you closer.
You’re unsure how long you stay like this, swathed in all things Sakusa Kiyoomi. His calloused fingers trace patterns along your skin as the smell of cedarwood and eucalyptus fill your nostrils. Your lips skim along the apex of his shirt and collarbone, you listen to each breath he takes, count the seconds between each inhale and exhale. You shudder and close your eyes.
“Sorry.”
Sakusa smoothes down your hair and presses his mouth to your forehead as you tremble against him. You’ve drifted nearer but still too far away, just outside of his reach. So he continues to soothe you.
“There’s nothing to be sorry for,” he murmurs against your skin. “We all have our bad days.” Sakusa cups your calf and hikes your leg around his waist to pull you impossibly closer like he’s trying to absorb you. You tighten your hold on him, clinging to him like he’s your lifeline, the anchor to keep you from sailing away.
And here you stay until the darkness begins to subside until the voices in your head quiet down enough for you to focus on the steady thump, thump, thump of Sakusa Kiyoomi’s heart, a reminder that you are alive and you are loved.
You bury your face into the crook of his neck, your fingers brush along the short curls at the base of his skull.
“Thank you,” you whisper, voice quivering but it’s clear and present.
You’re home.
He hums and presses his cheek against the crown of your head.
synopsis: You’re kinda normal. About to start your university life, having plans with your boyfriend, supporting friends and a sometimes annoying brother. Also some major issues but who doesn’t? You think of yourself as nothing special, different but not more worthy. After escaping the nightmare of your childhood you only have two goal: Find your place in life and make as many memories as possible.
genre: university!au, smau, drama, angst, fluff, crack and more. This will be a mix of smau and written parts.
pairings:
part 1: kuroo x fem reader x atsumu
part 2: secret x fem reader x secret
These are the main pairings. It doesn’t mean there couldn’t be anything happen besides them.
warnings: This story mentions parts of mental sickness, insomnia, vitiligo, bullying, sexual content (but no smut), toxic relationships and friendships, cheating and more.
status: ongoing
started 29.05.2021
taglist: open
a/n: This is my first story and I’ll se how things going to work. Thanks for coming over and accompany me here. The story is divided into two parts. They will go along the events in the manga but with much more time in between. Some major things will be changed but you’ll see. Also I’ll work with some songs and music because y/n loves to sing and dance. So the story was first inspired by the Song “This Town” by Niall Horan (Listen here)
boxer atsumu who took up boxing cuz he was tired of people thinking he could be pushed around just cuz samu beat up his ass in every fight
boxer atsumu who hjkjskjcjhdkh does that tongue poking through cheek thing every time his opponent makes him angry (p-pls that's hot s-sir)
boxer atsumu who lets you clean up his bloody wounds but insists that you be seated in his lap. acts all hot-shot but whines like a bitch cuz "it stings"
this was left in my drafts ugh. suggestive mdni.
boxer atsumu who shows up to your door at night, unannounced after an underground fight. a bloodied slit on his right eyebrow and the corner of his lips, a purpling bruise on the highest point of his defined his cheekbone. head titled to the side and a smug smirk as you swing the door open in nothing but his too big of a shirt on you. "what are you doing here?" you snark, but worry laced on your tone as you hug yourself. "go home, atsumu." you attempt to slam the door in his face, ignoring the tugging feeling at your chest from seeing him in such a state, but he holds the door open with one bandaged hand. "i didn't know where else to go, i can't be seen like this at home, angel. help me out?" he quirks his injured brow, face scrunching slightly as he's reminded of it. you warily eye the street behind him and sigh as you open the door once more. atsumu limps his way inside and collapses against the couch with a growl while you frantically make a beeline for the bathroom, searching for your first aid kit which has been put to good use by him on other occasions similar to this one. "sit up straight," you scold him, standing between his spread out legs with supplies in hand. "can't," he simply mutters, but you don't miss his suggestive smirk as he lazily pats his lap and you give him an incredulous frown. you cautiously sit nonetheless. atsumu's fingers lazily trace mindless patterns on the bare skin of your thigh, his other hand holding you firmly at the waist while you hold your breath and clean his wounds. he lets out a sharp his, hands clamping around your soft flesh and making your entire body feel like it's been lit on fire. "sit still," you complain, counterintuitive to your statement you squirm uncomfortably on his lap from the awkward position, earning a low chuckle from atsumu. in a swift motion, he gets a hold of your thigh and pulls it over his legs, making it so that you're straddling him. he closes his eyes and rests his hands on your hips, waiting for you to resume tending to his wounds like it's nothing. but you can't bring yourself to push yourself off him or flick his bruises to teach him a lesson. you only find yourself mesmerized by him under this light, even when he's wounded and bruised, if anything it makes him look... hotter. your cheeks heat up at the thought and you visibly shiver as you try and shake it off, atsumu doesn't miss the way he flusters you though. "hurry up before i start thinking how much you enjoy this." you shoot him a sharp look, but attempt to clean the dried blood off his lips before you embarrass yourself even more. "why do you keep doing this to yourself?" you mutter, pressing a little harder than needed out of annoyance. he jolts up slightly and hisses, fingers digging into your flesh instinctively. "you should have seen the other guy," he chuckles. "you won?" fingers come up under your chin and tilts your face upwards, you're suddenly hyperaware of your faces merely inches away from each other. "of course i did, angel. i always win."
i'm- my heart's fucking racing. y'all better reblog dhsush !
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Baji, Mitsuya and Mikey with a s/o that’s always strong and cheerful, but one day they just found them having a breakdown because how tired they really are:(
❀ BEYOND WHAT YOU SEE | TOKYO REVENGERS
— the boys find their cheerful s/o having a breakdown
; w i t h baji keisuke | mitsuya takashi | sano mikey manjirou
; w a r n i n g gender neutral, second pov (you/your), cursing, angst, hurt / comfort, au - canon divergence, established relationship, scenario
; a / n am i the only one that’s extremely messy when having a breakdown? and like my breakdown lasts for a day or two, or is it more of a slump? there was that one time, i went into a massive burnout, cried, collapsed on the bed but couldn’t sleep and my room remained a mess for two whole days- like my clothes were literally everywhere and i had ballpens and papers under my bed.
; l i n k s similar works is my little miss perfect that has mikey and chifuyu versions.
; BAJI KEISUKE
Behind an angel’s smile is a heavy burden of carrying out God’s word and resisting all temptation handed out to them so freely.
But you… You were an angel but you weren’t resisting temptation nor were you carrying a reputation. You were as free as the clouds and as light as the feathers on your wings. Or at least he thought so.
You were always so cheerful, always so capable and responsible, that Baji felt as if all his world froze up when he opened the maintenance room under the stairs and saw you sitting on the corner. Felt as if he didn’t know anything at all, as if he didn’t know you at all.
(Did he not trust you enough to ask him to lend you his shoulder? To tell him that you couldn’t do it alone? To look for him instead of hiding it out in the maintenance room?
Or was it Baji’s fault for not noticing? Was it his fault for remaining ignorant and putting more faith in the rumors and what others think than his own observations and the subtle hints you may have dropped like crumbs along the way?)
When you look up at him with red eyes, Baji closes the door behind him, taking tentative steps. He stands in front of you as you bite your lip, glancing away, shamed.
Baji doesn’t dare blame you but he doesn’t defend you either. For the two of you both a hand in this situation. Your mistake was not trusting him enough, his was not noticing when he should had.
He kneels down in front of you, careful in his actions and watching you, vigilant in his monitoring. Keisuke slowly takes your hand into his, mindful in the way he holds you. He doesn’t grip on your hand as hard as he usually did but it isn’t that gentle either. The both of you knew that you weren’t fragile, this may be one of your more open moments but you sure as hell won’t break easily.
He only knew that treating you as if you were porcelain would make you feel even worse.
“Do you want to talk about it?” He questions, still holding your hand and rubbing circles to soothe you.
Silence followed and Keisuke understood immediately, making up his mind. Staying here might give you privacy but it was stuffy and a little harder to breathe in since it was closed off. You can’t go to classes either because teenagers are persistent and curious and the teachers don’t mind their words.
All Baji wants for you is for you to be able to pick yourself up, but this time, with him as he holds his hand out so you can take it if needed.
Baji offers his usual grin. “Let’s skip class and get some ice cream then.”
; MITSUYA TAKASHI
“Y/n? Y/n?” Mitsuya calls out worriedly, continuously knocking on your door. “Y/n, you in there?!”
You weren’t answering your phone and he hadn’t seen you for two days straight, and from that, Mitsuya believed that he had the right to be worried. You were usually bothering him the best that you could, sending either memes or reminders about things that he didn’t know you even knew about—it was heartwarming.
Mitsuya clicks his tongue, abandoning the act of knocking and deciding to walk around your house instead to pry the window open by the kitchen. You usually didn’t close it properly but made it seem like so, only Mitsuya knew about it, for emergencies. Well, he considers this as a goddamn emergency.
He slips in the window, almost pushing the rice cooker off the counter. Stumbling in, he spares a glance at the state of the rooms. The lights were off, things littering around here and there, placed randomly and without any care at all. He almost tripped on something twice with just the trek to your room.
The door was unlocked so he didn’t have to climb in any windows this time. If the rest of the house was a mess, your room looked as if a hurricane just passed. Your clothes were haphazardly pushed to the side, little trinkets strewn across the floor, your papers and books sprawled on your desk with some already fallen on the floor—unfinished and filled with scribbles that were clearly written in frustration.
The lights were also off and the windows shut, not letting any fresh air in and only a small amount of light.
He sees you on the floor, leaning on your bed, wrapped in a hoodie and just existing there, limp.
Mitsuya tiptoes to where you were, whispering your name with his brows furrowed. He stops beside you, squinting to see if you really were awake. You slowly blink your eyes open, staring up at him, eyes red and swollen along with your cheeks.
You wiped your tear-streaked face and Mitsuya was already on his knees, on the brink of panicking.
“Y/n? Hey, hey… What’s wrong? C’mere,” he murmurs, plopping down and opening his arms for you.
You looked at him warily, and Mitsuya could tell that you were gnawing on your cheek. He stares at your eyes, not daring to break the contact. You didn’t want to tell him anything, not yet, that was clear enough. Well, Mitsuya could live for a while without any answers.
He doesn’t think about himself, his own thoughts. He thinks about your well being instead. Everything else can wait. “I won’t insist if you don’t want me to.
“But…” He lowers his arms, just sitting there and trying to convey everything he wants to say with his gaze. I’ll be right here.”
; SANO MANJIROU
He didn’t expect to spend his weekend like this.
Everything started out calm enough. The two of you were just hanging around at your place, lazing around and doing your own things. From his peripheral vision, he could tell that something was weighing you down but he didn’t comment because it seemed fine enough.
But then he brought something up, an offhand comment about your recent performance, and you went toppling down like a house of cards against a strong wind in the middle of an open field.
He was looking at you when your face broke, your smile falling, and the first few tears gathering in your eyes as you let out a shaky exhale. Still, he sits there, freezing at your expression.
Manjirou felt sick to his stomach. The way you curled into yourself, eyes teary and looking up at him with both shame and overwhelming desperation, looking so lost and broken, it all reminded him of something.
It all reminded him of himself.
In his room, a few days after Shinichiro’s death, stumbling up and stopped in front of a mirror and saw the mess that was himself. You looked just like how he once was, how he sometimes is when no one is looking but himself.
Mikey was up on his feet once that all settled in, once he got a hold of himself. He was sitting on the mattress, lightly bouncing as he looked at you with apprehension etched on his features. What did he say wrong? What did he do wrong? What had he done for the water to finally overflow from the barely standing cup?
He was the last straw and Mikey cannot comprehend if that was a good thing or if it would ruin your relationship forever.
He was the last drop of water and this was the start of a flash flood.
Manjirou gathers you in his arms, not knowing what else to do as you sob and whisper apologies to him. You didn’t need to apologize, you weren’t supposed to, there was nothing to be sorry for. It was him who was to apologize, for what he said and his complete stupidity in this kind of situation. How would he know when no one was ever around to be there with him when he was in your position?
All he knew was that he wanted someone to hold him. He wanted someone to hold him so tight that it was enough to tell him that he wasn’t alone.
And he did just that.
Manjirou closes his eyes as you finally hold him back, clawing on his shirt, as he thinks about your smile and that easy going demeanor you always presented.
And perhaps, maybe the two of you were more similar than how he first thought.
