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It’s your friendly neighbor fanfic author here. In the light of this apparent new trend of people feeding unfinished fics to AI to get an “ending,” and some people even talking about “blanket permissions,” let me just say this:
I EXPLICITLY FORBID ANYONE TO FEED MY FICS TO AI. DUDE, THAT IS ABOUT THE LEAST RESPECTFUL THING YOU CAN DO. IF YOU DO IT, SHALL YOU BE EXCOMMUNICATED FROM YOUR FANDOM AND WALK ON LEGOS BAREFOOT TILL THE END OF DAYS.
as a fanfic writer! who has a few semi-abandoned fics! if you do this i will personally bite you with my teeth. you are disrespecting art and the love people put into their work by pretending that an AI can even compare to it
haikyuu headcanon: the miya twins love musicals. especially atsumu. like show tunes are always some of his favourite songs.
i can totally see that omg
it all happened one day, when Atsumu fell too ill to go to school that he stayed home from school that day. he swears he fell asleep watching family feud but a few hours later, he’s awoken to random dance breaks and cheesy songs about falling in love
and he was hooked from there. his eyes completely engrossed in the tv until his brother and mom come home for the day and he’s scrambling for the tv remote
osamu is going to do what all good siblings do: make fun of his brother. he teases him whenever he overhears atsumu watching clips of a musical on youtube and is ready to tell the entire inarizaki team about his brothers new guilty pleasure.
but (un)fortunately for osamu, he shares a room with atsumu and before he knows it, the gray haired twin finds himself humming along to defying gravity.
bonus hc’s:
- atsumu 1000% believes he can hit all the notes in defying gravity.
- osamu fell in deep for phantom of the opera. no i will not be elaborating
- the twins eventually got their mother into musicals and whenever it’s time to do their chores around the house, the speakers are blasting their playlist of favorite show tunes
overall, 10/10 headcanon, atsumu and osamu are sluts for musicals.
hello!! it's been awhile :) my life has been a bit busy lately but in the midst of all this, i've missed writing. so i will continue to try to write whenever i can! limited requests will be accepted in order to prevent myself from getting overwhelmed.
in which their toddlers fall and they're definitely, totally not helicopter parents
featuring: Bokuto, Atsumu and Iwaizumi
contains: gn! reader, fluff
authors note: slowly attempting to get back into writing. feedback is much appreciated <3
p.s inbox is open for now!
bokuto:
Bokuto held his breath as he watched stubby little legs take shaky step after shaky step. He knows that it's important to not be a helicopter parent and to let his little toddler walk independently more, even if it meant she stumbled here and there. It's a part of growing up.
Yet he can't tear his golden eyes away as she stomps from the living room and toward your figure in the kitchen. Bokuto watched as his little owl gained confidence in her steps, the pitter patter of her sock clad feet becoming quicker. He couldn't help himself, and in the five seconds he tore his gaze away to look for his phone, he heard an oomp, followed by soft whimpers. Before you could even turn around and process what happened, Bokuto was quick to the rescue and cradling the small toddler so delicately in his big, sturdy arms. “Shh baby girl, it's okay. Daddys got ya, it'll be okay” he whispered as he wiped away her tears
atsumu:
It was Atsumu's turn to stay in with his son as you had plans with your friends. “It’ll be a piece of cake”, he claimed earlier, dismissing the last minute advice you had for him. Atsumu even went as far as betting that when you came home, your son would be in bed with no new cuts or bruises from playing around. You were skeptical, knowing how much energy your son and husband had, nevertheless alone together. So you agreed to his little bet, sealing the deal with a kiss to his lips and a smirk on your face. You were looking forward to the free time you’d have when Atsumu lost and had to do the laundry for the week.
And he was feeling confident. That is, up until his son got bored with his usual toys and decided running around was the next best thing. Atsumu thought none of it, despite the unsteady steps and the close calls with the wall. It wasn’t until he heard a thump that he turned towards the sofa armrest and found a fallen toddler with watering eyes.
“You’re okay buddy” he cooed as he softly approached the little boy and began rubbing the red spot on his son’s forehead. “This is gonna leave a bruise” he murmured to himself, "but you'll be okay. yer papa's got ya". So much for the bet.
iwaizuimi
“Haji, quick! She’s walking!” was all Iwaizumi needed to hear before sprinting his way to where you sat in the middle of the living room. Your arms outstretched as your daughter takes one wobbly step, followed by another. Haijme couldn’t believe how fast she was growing up, but really he couldn't believe how much more love he could feel when he thought his heart had reached capacity. Just as she was approaching your arms, her legs gave out. Before she could even touch the ground, and even register that she had fallen, Hajime had already swooped in and hoisted her up into his arms. “You did great, baby girl, I'm so proud”.
one of my fav sakuatsu headcanons is them acting stupidly in love in front of the rest of the MSBY team, leaving them gawking because omi-kun who never shares anything just drank from the same cup atsumu drank from?! he said he likes atsumu?!, he apologized??!!??!
Summary: Osamu has some important news to share with his friends and it results in group tears and a group hug
Word count: 1.3k
Genre: fluff; reader is referred to as she/her; Inarizaki things
There’s a rare delicateness in the air after you’ve closed the door. Osamu’s friends had picked up on his apprehension, waiting with bated breath when he whispered ‘I have something to tell ya guys’ the first time you disappeared from the kitchen to grab your bag and now that you’ve closed the door and officially left the apartment, everyone waits impatiently.
Atsumu taps his feet, antsy, and Suna cannot help but close and reopen apps aimlessly on his phone. Kita, whose idle hands are usually disciplined, rip napkins to even pieces and Aran has resorted to pacing the living room.
Osamu steps out of his slippers and slides down the wooden flooring with socked feet and stealth. He places a careful hand to the doorframe to stabilize himself and tilts to the side. One index finger pulls a singular blind down that has Atsumu counting seconds. It’s not until he gets to eight does Osamu turn around with a breath of relief.
“Alright,” he heaves, and just that breath balances the heavy pressure in the air, “she’s gone.”
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” Atsumu starts muttering under his breath. He begins pacing with Aran, hands on his hips and eyes downward. Osamu wants to tell him to calm down but even he can’t steady the beating in his heart.
“I can’t take this!” Aran’s the first to break, lashing out. “Come on now. Out with what ya got to say.”
Kita takes a calm hand and grabs his old friend’s wrist. The simple touch calms Aran down, but with the words out in the air, Osamu’s garnered everyone’s rapt attention.
“Spill when ya ready,” Kita offers, “but just know ya driving us crazy.” Then he nudges Suna with his foot, “Keep 119 ready. I feel like Tsumu’s seconds away from passing out.”
Suna grunts in accord, nimble fingers tapping the screen while eyes follow Atsumu who is no longer contained in the living room, venturing the whole perimeter of Osamu’s apartment, mutterings trailing behind him.
Osamu walks back to the kitchen, bracing his hands on the edge of the island before bending his elbows and leaning down on it. The cold stone is hard against his belly and so he stands, crossing his arms across his chest. Nothing feels comfortable.
“You’re making me anxious,” Suna shifts in his seat.
“Fuck, sorry, shit,” Osamu says, using his foot to slide his joggers down. “I’m nervous because fuck, when I say it, it’s gonna be real.”
Atsumu’s done a full round and he’s back in the kitchen. Osamu takes one final breath and he glances at the friends that have gathered at his table, the ones he knows he wants by his side now and forever.
Suna still has his phone in his hands, obviously peeved even if he’s doing his best to remain expressionless. Kita is seated next to him and he’s taken to tracing the condensation on his glass. Aran is statuesque beside them, standing with his arms crossed, head down, and eyes closed. His jaw flexes at every breath and he sincerely looks like he might explode from anticipation. Lastly, he meets his brother’s eyes. They’re expectant and Osamu can assume he already knows what he’s going to say, gaze glassy and ready. Before Atsumu can escape to pacing again, he pulls his brother to his side, an arm around his shoulder, strength renewed at Atsumu’s touch.
When the bones of their hips bump, Atsumu immediately stiffens at the feel of it. He looks at his brother, wide, golden eyes full of hope. They speak paragraphs in a single second glance, and with a nod, he fills the rest of his friends in.
Osamu reaches into his pocket and pulls out a velvet box. The pull is magnetic as he and all his friends lean over the table to gather a closer glimpse.
“I’m going to propose. She’s the love of my life and I can’t imagine a life without her,” Osamu murmurs. When he looks up, he finds out that diamonds aren’t the only things that glitter. Tears gather in his friend’s gazes. They build in his too. Love comes in various ways, he realizes, and he’s very lucky to experience it in all aspects of his life.
“Fuck, I knew it! I knew it!” Atsumu wails, clinging both arms around his brother’s neck and sobbing into his shoulder, “I just knew ya was gonna say something like this but dammit, I didn’t expect ya to have the ring already.”
Aran’s beside them, lips in a trembling line, doing his best to withhold his outburst and be the rock he’s always been all their lives. He rubs a hand up and down Atsumu’s back. “Calm yaself. This is ya brother’s moment. It ain’t yours.”
Atsumu turns to cry into their childhood friend’s chest, “I’m just so happy. They’re perfect for each other.”
“I know,” Aran agrees. Osamu meets his gaze, “we knew the moment ya two met. Ya two are good for each other.”
“Stop, ya guys are making me emotional.” Osamu catches a tear with his index finger, but breaks when Aran’s finally slips past his lash line.
“Damn it” Aran warbles, “thought I could hold it in.”
“Keep going,” Suna stands so he has a better view, veering his camera over the fruit bowl in the middle of the table and zooming in on Atsumu’s pink face, “this is perfect content right here.”
“Turn that camera around!” Atsumu berates though it’s muffled by Aran’s chest, “I know ya crying over there, too!”
“We all are. Ain’t no reason to be ashamed,” Kita says calmly. He moves to Osamu’s side and grips his shoulder. Maybe it’s the recognition from his captain that has another fat tear running down Osamu’s cheek. He looks down at the box in the restauranteur’s hand, “ya made a good choice. Rock and partner.”
“Yeah?” Osamu asks.
Kita chuckles quietly, “ya second guessing now?”
“Not even,” Osamu shakes his head, “I’ve never been more sure in my life.”
“Good.”
They’re too caught up in the moment that they register you opening the door way too late. Five pairs of teary eyes look at you, growing wide with what you assume is embarrassment.
“I forgot my wallet. Am I–” the incredulity of the situation interrupts you. Atsumu’s a mess and Osamu’s shuffling in his spot, ducking his head down as Kita stands in front of him. “–am I interrupting something?”
“No, not at all,” Kita says.
“Are you sure? You guys are crying.”
“Osamu was cutting onions,” Suna answers coolly, dropping his phone back into his jacket pocket.
You give him a perplexed expression and take tentative steps into the kitchen. Osamu pops back up with eyes rimmed with red.
“Where are the onions?” you direct the question to your boyfriend. With how weird all his friends are acting, his answer is the only one you trust.
“Threw them away,” Suna replies quickly.
“What?” you glance around now but it seems none of the boys can meet your eyes. “Why would you do that?”
You reach for Osamu’s face. His hand meets you halfway, placing it on his chest, “was making us cry too much.”
“In this economy?”
“In this economy?” Atsumu repeats, your words prompting more tears to fall. He latches onto you, your shoulder quickly going damp from his hot breath, “God, ya so stupid. I love ya.”
“What the–?”
You can’t even finish your sentence when Aran pulls all three of you in. Kita joins and now you’re flush against Osamu’s chest. It’s muggy and none of them can stop sniffling. Suna finally completes the group hug and the group of you simply stand there in the kitchen.
You look up at Osamu, helpless and in need of answers. He simply replies with a quiet, lovesick smile. You notice then, that even he, the experienced chef he is, the one that brags about how he’s immune to the power of onions, has tears pooling in his eyes.
“Let ‘em be,” he places a tender kiss to your temple, “just wanna show ya that we love ya.”
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contains: no pronouns used, fluff and of course marriage and weddings.
i know i am technically not supposed to be writing atm but this came to my head and here i am now. feedback is appreciated!
p.s i can't stop thinking about bokuto and how supportive of a best man he'd be
Akaashi:
It would be at a beautifully grand library. A stately room with tall shelves of books, string lights connecting column to column. Honestly goals.
A small guest list with only those close to you both.
Navy blue, light pink, white and gold accents, everywhere from the table arrangements to the bouquet in your hand
Since he didn’t spend the night with you (your families adamant on keeping wedding traditions), he wasn’t very well rested the morning of. After all, he slept best with you in his arms. Nevertheless, the sheer intensity of nervousness and excitement was enough to keep him energized throughout the day
Definitely got a pep talk from Bokuto at some point before the wedding. Akaashi probably started spiraling about not being a good enough husband, but leave it to Best Man Bokuto to reassure him that he will be an amazing husband.
His jaw actually dropped when he saw you come down the aisle. The photographer definitely took photos of Akaashi’s unusually shocked expression.
When it’s time to kiss, he kisses you softly, but still filled with passion.
Can’t stop smiling the rest of the night, and if he has too many glasses of champagne, you might have a hard time getting him to stop repeating “I can’t believe we’re married!” all night long.
bonus! he ends the night dancing with you alone. everyone leaves the hall, and it's just you, him and your song playing loudly as you sway together with grins painted on your faces.
Suna
You two elope instead.
At the beginning, there were plans of having a formal wedding, for all your loved ones to come and celebrate with you. But with the cherry blossoms in bloom and Suna just eager to marry you already, you both decide fuck it, lets get married now.
There’s an adrenaline rush in hurriedly looking for appropriate clothes to wear and a wedding band to give you. In the end, he doesn't find one that's good enough for you on such a short notice. Promises you to get a perfect band afterwards but for now, he’s making a quick pit stop at the convenience store to buy you a ring pop.
You both get eloped in a secluded cherry blossom forest where the flowers are in full bloom. Just each other and the officiator.
Suna prefers the intimacy of getting eloped. Without having to worry of others looking, Suna was able to be vulnerable when he’s saying his vows to you. And when it was time for the kiss, he felt free to just go off. I’m talking borderline making out.
You both have a mini photo shoot afterwards with his phone propped up a tree or something. They may not have been professional ones but they’re the best photos he’s ever taken.
You both end the night at a tattoo parlor, getting a single band wrapped around the left ring finger.
Bonus! When it’s his turn to get the tattoo, you’re just watching from the sidelines, absentmindedly eating away at your ring pop. Suna teases you for eating your wedding band, but really he finds you absolutely adorable. If it weren’t for the painful buzzing of the tattoo gun, he’d definitely take an off guard picture of you.
Another bonus! Both of your families are absolutely pissed you got married without telling anybody. So are some of y’alls friends too (I particularly see Atsumu throwing a tantrum at not getting to be the best man, and Ssamu asking why he ever thought he would be the best man to begin with. A fight definitely ensues). But neither of you particularly care, because it really only mattered that you both got to finally marry each other.
Hinata
Definitely a big wedding. I’m sorry if that’s not really your thing, but he just has so many friends and wants to celebrate this happy day with all of them.
The ceremony is done on the beach, at sunset. The sun is out enough to lay a beautiful glow over everybody, especially you, without it being scorching hot.
Hinata wakes up smiling, and ends the night with a smile that’s somehow even bigger.
Vibrant colors for the theme. I'm thinking purples, pinks, blues, and oranges.
Starts off confident when reciting his vows, but chokes up towards the end. With tears brimming his eyes and a smile on his face, he ends his vows with a soft i can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.
Everybody is definitely crying btw
Kisses you grandly. Does not care that your families are watching, he will kiss you deeply and dip you at the end of it.
When it’s time for the reception, night has fallen. The reception also happens on the beach, a little away from where the ceremony was at.
Candle lights and string lights to illuminate the reception, gorgeous decorations and of course the sound of the waves crashing. Although there may be a lot of people, it’s still a beautifully romantic reception.
Bonus! Hinata’s sister gives a speech that starts off embarrassing Hinata, but at the end congratulates you both and hopes you take care of her clumsy big brother for the rest of time.
"Good morning, grandpa." You joke at the man reading the newspaper at your shared kitchen table, two steaming mugs of coffee in front of him, "Looking for coupon clippings in the newspaper, I presume?"
"Your coffee is ready," His eye roll is a bit too sassy for 8am on a Sunday morning, but you let it slide, "And no. I'm doing a crossword puzzle, actually."
You try not to laugh, taking a sip of coffee instead, "Is that so?"
"Yeah, and I'm actually stuck. Care to help?" He offers, pulling out the seat next to his. He's so cute.
"Yeah," you agree with a shrug, plopping down on the wooden chair with very little grace, "Lay it on me."
Adjusting his reading glasses, he reads, "What's a six-letter word for preserved remains?"
"Well, that one's easy," you supply, "Fossil."
"Perfect. I thought it was 'mummy'." His pencil makes quick work of filling in your answer, "Now I need a six letter word for: power derived from the utilization of physical or chemical resources."
"Energy?"
He hums his disagreement, "Doesn't fit. Needs to end with an S."
You ponder for a moment before responding, "Joules?"
"Phenomenal," he confirms, jotting it down, "Okay next one: Will you marry me?"
You open your mouth to respond, but nothing comes out except for a series of tangled sputters that get trapped in your throat, "W-what?"
"Something used to give an affirmative response," He shyly adds, "A three-letter word."
Chewing the inside of your cheek as you debate your answer, you realize it was never really much of a question to begin with. It was always going to be this: Sunday morning crosswords and bickering over the best brand of milk. Gossiping about coworkers before bed and running hand-in-hand during a rain-storm to find shelter. Burnt microwave dinners and shy apologies from the spiker: it was always going to be him, in every lifetime. You sip the coffee he made you, and you taste the love he put in that, too.
"Yes." You whisper, and you're grateful Kiyoomi ignores your misty eyes. Clearing your throat, you take another sip from your lukewarm coffee and blink away the tears, "What's the next one?"
"Right," Sakusa snaps out of his daze, a wobbly grin on his face, "I need a three-letter word for self-esteem."
"Ego."
"Just brilliant," he quips, "God, you're good at this. Help me with Sudoku next?"
"Why not," you smile, because there's nothing else you'd rather be doing.
its a personal goal of mine to #MakeSudokuSexy and i am using kiyoomi to help me achieve that goal
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