Y’ALL IM LE GIT DED BYE OGM I CAN’;T
SEMIS HAIR SEMIS HAIR SEMIS HAIR
LOOK HOW HAPPY THESE BOYS ARE H ELP ME

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Y’ALL IM LE GIT DED BYE OGM I CAN’;T
SEMIS HAIR SEMIS HAIR SEMIS HAIR
LOOK HOW HAPPY THESE BOYS ARE H ELP ME
Cheeky tag game/ tag 9 people you want to get to know better
tagged by @bloopycakes
1. Relationships Status: Single
2. Favorite Colors: Dark Green
3. Wake up Time: 7 - 7:30am
4. Cats or Dogs: I get emotional over both.
5. Coke or Pepsi: Pepsi
6. Do I run more than one blog: I sho do, @bijoux25 is my main and tends to be very general
7. Pets: My two sons: A lab mix and a cat.
8. Text or Call: Plz text me.
9. Chapstick or Lipstick: Chapstick considering I barely wear make up anyways.
10. Last song I listened to: “Rather Be” by Clean Bandit is something I’ve been into a lot lately
It says to tag nine people, but I’m going to cheat a lil bit and just offer this to all my followers cause I like you guys and wanna chat with ya’ll.
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A short scene between Goshiki and Semi after the Shiratori game.
This is proof of two things:
1. I’m still alive after like what, almost two months? I’m real sorry ya’ll. I underestimated the power of grad school on my willingness to write fic.
2. I’m really bad at titles.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
@jojolightningfingers Because you’ve been weak ever since you read the Shiratori match. May this be somewhat satisfying.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Day 7: Free Theme
“Say,” Oikawa said, taking his time with the buttons. “If someone paid you enough, would you come after me?” he asked. There was a long pause where Oikawa listened to Ushijima breathe.
“It depends,” Ushijima finally answered, his voice deep and quiet. “There's a lot of things to consider when it comes to assassination.” Oikawa chewed on his lip.
@ushioi-week
I was doing so good until the last day! It’s finally up though, and so many thank you’s to everyone who showed support!
For the two people interested. Ya, I do intend to finish UshiOi week. Ya, I know what happens and ya, I have it started. But school is a bitch so I might take another day or so before it’s up. Sorry to anyone’s who’s waiting. I’ll try my best to make the delay worth it.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
'Wakatoshi,' Oikawa thinks as the ball sinks into the tips of his fingers, a familiar and sadistic weight, 'if you don't slam this in I'll rip your throat out right here on this court.'
I planned on bringing the overall title for this week into play for this prompt. Didn’t do that. Now it means nothing. :/
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“Look, Ushiwaka. I'm a man. I don't belong in some gaudy gold dress,” Oikawa pouted. Ushijima snapped the console shut.
“I know,” he said. Far too quickly for Oikawa's taste.
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“We don't only work through violence,” Ushijima pressed.
“But that's what you're known for. Papa hired you because you have a reputation for brute force,” Oikawa pointed out. Ushijima looked somewhat pleased.
“It's working, is it not?”
(I didn’t forget today. I promise.)
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“What's wrong with this?” Ushijima asked. Oikawa straightened only enough to give him the same look he would give a stupid dog.
“Really? You don't think there's anything weird about watching Shiratorizawa play Seijou even though we graduated two years ago?”
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Day 2: Making Up
“How long did you think about that before you just said it?” Oikawa growled. Ushijima tipped his head to try and pull away but Oikawa kept his hold firm.
“I don't know. Since you left,” he admitted. “I was worried and you never texted me back.”
“So do that more often,” Oikawa huffed.
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Day 1: Royalty
"Shigeru, what do you think of my new bodyguard? His name is Ushijima and papa spent a loooot of money on him," Oikawa said, pulling a thin slice of apple away from the whole and offering it to his aide.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“Did you hear me?” Thick fingers dig into Shirabu's hair and turn his head so their eyes meet.
“Oikawa can't serve for shit when he lets someone get to him,” Shirabu huffs. He tries to get out of Ushijima's grip but the brunet doesn't let him go.
Who likes UshiShira smut?
100% NSFW
There’s A Long Road Ahead
Haikyuu!!
Shirabu, Kawanishi
951 Words
Shirabu and Kawanishi give each other infinite hell.
Shirabu cleared his throat and the line of eyes moved to him. He thought he caught a few raised brows, and some tiny first year right at the end of the line fidgeted nervously. Oh, this would be a long year.
As Friends
Haikyuu!!
Daichi, Ikejiri
925 Words
My buddy @jojolightningfingers made an offhanded comment about how Ikejiri’s little internal monologue about Daichi and then this happened. Pretty fluffy, non-serious romance stuff.
“Sorry,” Ikejiri said. He was whispering. He didn't know why. It just felt right with Daichi so close to his face. Daichi laughed quietly. Ikejiri giggled and couldn't resist grinning when Daichi cupped his face in his hands.
“Don't move so much,” Daichi said.
Olympic Ace
Haikyuu!!
Tendou, Ushijima, Shirabu, Kuroo, Bokuto
Implied UshiShira
1250 words
I read chapter 189 and had to write this. No spoilers. I’m happy I finally found an excuse to write Tendou because I’ve wanted to pretty much from the moment he showed up.
“You're gonna play in the Olympics someday, right?” Tendou felt a shiver run down his spine when he found that familiar look of focused aggression settled on him.
“Yes. If I can be an ace here, I can be an ace for the Olympic team.”
Morning
Haikyuu!!
DaiSuga
498 words
If anyone is going to make me disgust myself with fluff, it’s going to be DaiSuga. Also no one can convince me that they wouldn’t continue to adopt people after high school.
“What do you have to do today?”
Suga was stretched out on his side in their bed. When he moved, the sheets bundled up around his hips. Daichi sipped at his coffee and stared at the mole just to the left of Suga's navel, and the bruised ring around it. He padded across the room and sat on the edge of the mattress at Suga's belly, setting his mug on the night stand before running his hand up his partner's side.
“So?” Suga pressed. He reached under his pillow and pulled his phone from under it, tapping at the screen. Daichi hummed.
“The kids have a practice game.” A smile pulled at Suga's lips but his eyes never left his phone as he read something.
“That's not until this afternoon though, right?”
“Yeah.” Suga stuffed his phone back under the pillow and reached for Daichi's coffee in one fluid motion. Daichi huffed at him. He told himself he was being decent by waiting until Suga had the mug safely back on the night stand before pinching his side. “I like how you talk about them.”
“They're my kids though,” Daichi pressed. Suga's nose scrunched up at the sting and he rolled onto his stomach.
“Only three times a week.” He huffed as Daichi shifted to straddle his hips. He stayed very still aside from crossing his arms under his chin and Daichi knew he was trying to play hard to get.
“Every week,” Daichi added and leaned over, warm and heavy at Suga's back. “For what... three or four months?” Suga hummed lowly and Daichi pressed a string of open mouthed kisses across the backs of his shoulders.
“I might be getting jealous,” Suga announced. Daichi grinned and nipped at the nape of his neck.
“You, of all people, would not be jealous of a pack of elementary kids.” Daichi stopped mouthing at Suga's skin and pressed his nose in the crook of Suga's shoulder, breathing him in for a few seconds. “It's cute when they call you Mom sometimes,” Daichi whispered in his ear. Suga groaned, hiding his face in his pillow.
“I'm not old enough for any kids, much less an entire bunch that's old enough to read!”
Daichi laughed and sat up again. “Sorry but I think they've already adopted you. You're just as stuck with them as I am.” he said. He easily gripped Suga's shoulders in both hands to knead at them until Suga purred beneath him. “Will it make you feel better if I take you out for breakfast?” Suga shook his head.
“I'll only forgive you for burdening me with motherhood if you make me an omelette,”
“You know I suck at omelettes,” Daichi frowned. Suga arched his back under him and turned his head to give him a wicked grin.
“I know. It's funny to see you try,” he said. Daichi sighed and rolled off the bed, grabbing his mug as he headed to the kitchen, Suga chuckling behind him.