I want to be in the game. I want to stay here longer. I want to stay with these guys. Give me the thrill of the court. I want to fight with these guys longer. Let me feel out of breath. Let me stand here. I want to touch the ball. I want to fight. I want to throw up a toss with my own hands over and over.
โ being assigned to work with task force 141 was supposed to be a straight forward task. however a masked man from your past truly disrupts your whole mission. maybe uncovering your shared history will help you understand him fully... afterall "love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within." - james baldwin (ghostรreader)
CHAPTERS/ONGOING
Chapter l
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Warnings: nothing for this chapter ! lmk if you find anything though :)
It was a soft tune.
A barely audible one, when it first started in Kageyamaโs head. As if the person playing was lightly tapping the keys of the piano, electing the soft notes from its large build. Feather like touches bringing out the delicate sounds.
It was strange, Kageyama noted, that the song was even playing in his head, on repeat might he add. He can't recall a time he had ever listened to the piano, let alone took the time to memorize the song that was playing. He wouldn't consider himself a man who listened to classical music, that was for sure.
He liked it though.
It was graceful and beautiful sounding in way that truly pleased his ears and cleared his mind. He was supposed to be focusing on the math problems the teacher was currently writing on the board, but how could he focus when the song just restarted itself once more in his head? Like an endless time-loop.
Kageyama slumped in his chair as the song picked up its pace and grew louder with each press of the key. He couldn't help but feel an oncoming headache as he went to rest his head on the table in front of him. The once barely noticeable notes, now completely consuming his senses.
"Hey, Kageyama," he heard a soft voice call out, and felt the slight poke of a pencil eraser on his shoulder. Without lifting his head from the desk, he rolled his head to turn and look right at the source of the voice. Hinata, of course. When was he not being bothered by the red head.
"Are you ok?" Hinata questioned, completely abandoning the equations on the board, like the boy he was questioning had done awhile back.
"'m Fine. Just got a small headache," Kageyama flatly stated before turning his head back on the desk and closing his eyes to relish in the song, once more starting over.
Ok, now it was just getting annoying.
Sadly, his class period continued on like that, with him unable to focus until the teacher finally dismissed them to go to break. In a rush, Tobio stood up, slightly feeling lightheaded, before starting towards the door with Hinata right on his tail.
They continued down the halls as Shoyo began to talk his ear off about God knows what, but Kageyama chose to use his selective hearing at this time. His mind wandering off to different places. They carried on until finally exiting the school and walking towards the usual table they went to for the past two years.
As they approached, Tobio could see Tsukishima and Yamaguchi already there with their bentos unpacked already digging into their lunches. Hinata noticed as well, right before darting towards the table screaming out the names of their two friends. Loud and energetic as always.
Tobio rolled his eyes before taking the few final steps to get to the table and sitting down with the other three. Immediately, Yamaguchi initiated conversation with them, asking how their first week was going.
Tobio added a few things every now and then, answering when spoken to, however he kept having a weird feeling overtake him. His eyes drifting off to his left as if something were missing. Or someone.
"Where's Yachi," Kageyama called out as he tore his eyes away from the seat to his left. Hinata, who sat on his right, simply shrugged his shoulders.
"Probably got held back a little after class to talk to the teachers," Yamaguchi added with a nod of his head, content with his answer.
"Why do you ask," Tsukishima, who sat right in front of him, asked, staring Kageyama down. His eyes spoke a million words, but only those 4 passed his lips.
"Just feels weird not having the table full I guess," Kageyama brushed it off like it was nothing, because it was, as he shrugged his shoulders, "I'm going to the vending machine." He quickly added on.
He stood from his seat and turned around sharply before starting towards the corner of the school that had the nearest vending machine. Once he was out of range, Tsukishima turned to Hinata with raised eyebrows. His golden eyes speaking for themselves.
"So, how is it so far?" He chose to voice his thoughts just to make sure his question was answered.
"I'm not sure," Hinata answered honestly, looking down at his hands as they wrung together in worry, "maybe this year will be different."
Tobio took his time going to the vending machine, no rush at all in his steps towards the little snack machine. He marched on as he began to hum the song that had started back up in his head, and once again he found himself becoming annoyed at the melody. Almost like a broken record, it would restart after the last note was heard.
Eventually, he made it to his destination before pulling out his wallet and entering the right amount of money and pressing the button to get the milk he wanted. He stood there as the machine worked its magic and smiled slightly when the sound of the box dropping indicated he could get his milk.
He bent down and grabbed it right before taking the straw and punching it through the hole. He wrapped his lips around the tiny tube just as he turned around and he felt his body freeze without his consent.
A few feet away sat a table all by itself. It looked rough and beat up, old and barely stable as if no one had sat in it for quite some time. And yet it felt like he had seen that table before. Like he had sat there before. However, with how bad his memory had been lately he couldn't quite recall the memory. He could barely even remember his 1st and 2nd years, as if big chunks were ripped from his mind for no reason.
"Kageyama?" A small voice spoke up from beside him. He jumped slightly, turning his head fast before making eye contact with the short blonde before him.
"Are you ok? You sort of just zoned off... right in front of the vending machine, by the way," she chuckled nervously as she motioned to the machine.
Tobio jumped once more, but this time to move out of the way so Yachi could get her desired drink. They both stood there in awkward silence before Kageyama decided to break it, "everyone was wondering where you were, since you weren't at the table."
Yachiโs eyes widened slightly before she took her lips away from the straw to respond, "I had to talk to the teacher about a few things is all."
Kageyama nodded his head in understanding before motioning that they should start back towards the table, and with a nod from Yachi they both started their way there, talking about how the first half of their day had gone so far. After all it was their first week as third years.
It was like an itch, Kageyama realized. One that was out of reach, and you just could not scratch no matter how hard you stretched towards it.
That is how he would describe the song in his head, because no matter how hard he tried he couldn't identify the name of it or where he had even heard it from.
At first, he thought probably from Tsukishima. After all, that lamp post always had his headphones on with his music really loud. Maybe, he had listened to it subconsciously without even realizing it until now. Then again Tsukishima didn't really seem like the classical music type to him.
Nevertheless, Tobio was sick of hearing the song in his head. All throughout practice it had been there, creeping up on him during a serve. Starting back up when he went to set. Even when he was drinking water on break it started its onslaught of keys that truly made him want to pull his hair from its roots.
Thankfully, practice was coming to an end soon, and he would be able to go home and sleep off the virus he probably had. A good night's rest always helped clear his mind and escape from reality.
"Alright everyone," Yamaguchi called out, "that's the end of practice for today! I'm so glad you first years decided to join our club and I hope that this year brings great things!" Yamaguchi continued on giving instructions on the cleanup and the future practices that would be held, Tobio saw no need to listen, after all he had been doing this for a few years now. Plus, he was VC, he already knew Yamaguchiโs plans for the year.
They started with picking up the balls, before moving to the nets, and finishing with cleaning the floors. It was routine at this point, and they were able to finish fast with the occasional help of the first years. Once complete, they all headed out right before Yamaguchi locked the gym doors and called it a night officially.
The lively chatter of the team carried through the night as the group of boys started to walk towards the school gates all in their own group conversations. Kageyama trailed behind before turning left and walking away from the rowdy crew.
"Kageyama, where are you going?" Hinata called out, stopping slightly as a few boys walked past him, every so often glancing at the ravenette.
"I'm going to get something to drink. Go on without me!" Tobio called out not even stopping to take a glance at the departing crowd. Hinata shared a glance with Yachi, but she just nodded her head and they both continued on with the club members.
Tobio started off towards the vending machine as he rummaged through his pockets for the change he got from lunch. It was always the perfect amount for the second milk he would get at night after practice.
Then he froze once more, with his consent this time.
It was almost like DeJaโVu from lunch. Going to the vending machine and stopping in shock from something random.
Although this wasn't something random. No, this was the sound of that damn song once again, but this time someone was actually playing it. Out loud.
Tobio felt his body run cold and chills travel up his spine as he slightly turned his body towards the entrance of the school closest to him. He swallowed the lump in his throat before mustering up the courage to take the first step towards the sounds coming from the halls.
He started wandering the first floor before he realized it was coming from higher up. He slowly started going up the stairs, one by one, each step making the sounds louder right before he reached the second floor where he could hear the music loud and clear. It was surrounding him. Consuming him like he had been dunked in water, making him feel insanely uncomfortable.
With a shaky breath, he resumed his search for the sounds before he came up on the music room that was in the far-left corner of the hall. He clutched his fist as he heard the song in person for the first time. It gave him an overwhelming sense of nausea, and he had to stop right by the door to take a breather to calm his nerves. And as he did, he got to listen closely to every note that left that room. A tender melody that he knew so well.
With one final pep talk to himself he arched his neck slightly, letting his head peak through the cracked door, and he saw... them.
They sat there on the bench before the black instrument, their fingers running across the top dictating each sound that came out. The soft moonlight that trickled through the open window produced a makeshift spotlight on them, making them illuminate in the night. And in that moment Kageyama knew, that even the Gods were listening to them play.
i hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter of my kageyama series ! i'm trying to make the reader non-binary so any gender can read this story and feel included ! sorry if it was a little boring :( the future chapters will get better i promise :) thank you once again for reading, love you <3
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Series summary: Youโve been assigned to write a column for your school paper on the teamโs spectacular running back. You donโt care very much for your universityโs football team; you just canโt understand the hype, okay? Turns out your distaste for football bigheads was exactly on point: James Barnes is insufferable.
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You guys it was so good I stayed up til 5a.m reading this and I had a 9a.m class the next day... I truly sacrificed my sleep and I don't regret it one bit
You guys I'm begging ! Please give me bucky barnes fic recs ๐ฅบ I am craving an absolutely lovely fic that'll have me going through every emotion possible. Just some information I love AU's, 2012 everyone happy in the tower, lots of angst, lengthy fics, and especially ENEMIES TO LOVERS fics :)) any fic that includes any of the above will make me extremely happy <3 xoxo
I love alt-rock, and I've seen a few lyric collabs going around so I thought I'd try my luck with one of my favorite groups! There's plenty of time to enter, and this collab is pretty flexible!
Fandoms
My Hero Academia, Jujutsu Kaisen, Tokyo Revengers, Attack on Titan, Chainsaw Man, Haikyuu, Avatar the Last Airbender, D. Gray-man, Yu Yu Hakusho, Naruto, FFXV, Obey Me!, Hitman Reborn!
Rules
- No rules on character limit or genre, but only one person per set of lyrics. There's plenty so no worry :) and I'll add more if this actually get attention lol
- 500-word minimum, no maximum.
- No genre restriction. Most of these lyrics are angst inspiring (hence the title), but if you want to turn them to fluff or happy endings then thatโs A-okay and encouraged!
- Tag any dark content or NSFW accordingly. All dark content is allowed, literally anything.
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Deadline:
January 31st
It started out with a kiss; how did it end up like this?
It was only a kiss; it was only a kiss
- Mr. Brightside
Now they're going to bed, and my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head, but she's touching his chest now
- Mr. Brightside
What are you waiting for, a kiss or an apology?
You think by now you'd have an A in toxicology
- Run for Cover
Run for cover
Run while you can, baby, don't look back
- Run for Cover
I tried going against my own soul's warning
And in the end, something just didn't feel right
- My Own Soulโs Warning
And it got me thinking no matter how far
I just wanted to get back to where you are
- My Own Soulโs Warning
Breakin' my back just to know your name
- Somebody Told Me
Somebody told me you had a boyfriend
- Somebody Told Me
I can feel the cracks in my spirit
They're starting to bust
- Just Another Girl
All of my friends say I should move on
She's just another girl
Don't let her stick it to your heart so hard
- Just Another Girl
Well, maybe all of my friends should confront
The fact that I don't want another girl
- Just Another Girl
I was new in town, the boy with the eager eyes
I never was a quitter, oblivious to schoolgirls' lies
- Miss Atomic Bomb
Making out, we've got the radio on
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
- Miss Atomic Bomb
So you took your place but the fall from grace was the hardest part
It feels just like a dagger buried deep in your back
- Miss Atomic Bomb
He doesn't look a thing like Jesus
But more than you'll ever know
- When You Were Young
They say the devil's water, it ain't so sweet
You don't have to drink right now
But you can dip your feet
Every once in a little while
- When You Were Young
Save some face, you know you've only got one
- Smile Like You Mean It
Dreams aren't what they used to be
Some things slide by so carelessly
- Smile Like You Mean It
But then you took me by surprise
I'm dreaming 'bout those dreamy eyes
- Everything Will Be Alright, @starryparkrr, Kageyama x Reader
They kiss on the ring, I carry the crown
Nothing can break, nothing can break me down
- The Man, @yuujispinkhair, Sukuna x Reader
Don't try to teach me, I got nothing to learn
'Cause baby I'm gifted
You see what I mean?
USDA certified lean
- The Man
She couldn't scream while I held her close
I swore I'd never let her go
- Jenny Was a Friend of Mine
There ain't no motive for this crime
Jenny was a friend of mine
- Jenny Was a Friend of Mine
Juliet, the dice was loaded from the start
And I bet and you exploded in my heart
- Romeo and Juliet
Juliet, when we made love you use to cry
I said "I love you like the stars above, I love you till I die"
When flying back from a business trip in Poland, Kageyama Tobio finds himself seated next to a complete random stranger. He finds himself enthralled by her and the two agree to have a date when they return to Japan.
But there's a problem.
The stranger is unemployed, which completely clashes with his first class, upper class lifestyle.
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If you were to look up โsuccessfulโ in the dictionary, chances are you would find Kageyama Tobioโs picture next to it.
Tobio came from a long line of successful business tycoons who had long owned all of the top sports teams in Japan. Owning sports teams also included having deals with various advertising companies and the top sporting good companies in the world. Tobio was expected to take over the company by the end of the year and had officially joined the board of his familyโs company in preparation. He had made a deal with his parents that, upon completing his Mastersโ Degree, he would step up and take the helm. His parents had always ensured that he would get ahead in life, making a hefty donation to Keio University and having all of his private school teachers write glowing letters about him to ensure his admission.
Now, nine months after obtaining his Masters, Tobio was beginning to feel the pressure.
It wasnโt that he didnโt believe in himself, he knew he was more than perfectly capable. It was the fact that he didnโt want to disappoint his family, that he wanted to make sure the Kageyama name was one that continued to be associated with success. At his first board meeting, he had been asked for suggestions with the Tokyo Olympics coming up. They wanted to ensure that all of the sport teams were spotlighted equally, but they wanted a bit of an emphasis on the volleyball teams, especially given the recent rise in popularity of the sport. A moment of silence had passed before Tobio suggested they schedule the games during a time when everyone around the world would be comfortable watching. He also suggested a series of promotional commercials to boost morale for the teams and to encourage people to watch.
It had been a simple suggestion but it turned out successful.
From then on, Tobio was a regular fixture at the board meetings, always being asked for his opinion first before anyone else could speak. It had been difficult during that time because he was making the transition from his undergraduate career to his Mastersโ program, but he had pushed through because he was expected to.
However, not everyone was a fan of him.
Oikawa Tooru, a long time member of his familyโs company (and sometime rival), always had something to say. When the two would depart their meetings, he would always sneer some insult at him, trying to get him to second guess his suggestions and implying that the only reason he was getting the CEO position was because he was a Kageyama.
โIโm going to take the CEO position from you, just you wait. Iโm going to prove that youโre not capable of taking that job after all,โ he would always warn before walking away.
Now, just three months away from taking over, his familyโs company had soared to even greater heights and its net worth had greatly increased in Japan. They had branched out to more international companies, trying to make an imprint in the Western world and being successful so far. They were hosting a winter volleyball tournament with fifteen other countries, one that Tobio would be overseeing instead of celebrating the holidays.
But being in the spotlight had its drawbacks.
Tobio would never admit it, but he was quite good looking. He was often the fixture of various gossip magazines, rumors swirling anytime a woman was even in his vicinity and his social group being the highlight of various page sixes. He had known most of his friends since his primary school days, with each one being successful in their own realm. It was annoying to always have cameras shoved in his face but it was an aspect of his life he had grown used to. He found it even more annoying that his dating life was more of a fixture, but it is what it is.
***
Tobio sighed.
Unlocking his phone, he opened his work mail and began absently scrolling through it. Nothing new had come in so he locked his phone and tucked it back into his pocket.
Sighing again, he leaned his head back until it hit the seat.
A loudspeaker came to life and a flight attendant announced that flight GR283 to Athens, Greece was about to board and needed first class to come on down. Frowning, Tobio looked up and glanced over at the screen for his flight back to Japan. Boarding was expected to begin in twenty minutes so he closed his eyes and leaned his head back again.
His parents had sent him to meet with PlusLiga, the Polish Volleyball League, ahead of the Winter Volleyball tournament. He was sent to go over details, to get rosters of the players that would be attending, and to make accomodations for their stay in Tokyo. Everything had been successful and he was now returning back home.
โFlight JP759 is now boarding. We will begin with our first class riders.โ
Tobioโs eyes flew open. He had dozed off but was quick to gather his belongings and head to the boarding area. The flight attendant greeted him politely, her eyes raking over his face and body before shyly taking his passport. She thanked him, batting her eyes at him before wishing him a good flight. Oblivious, Tobio thanked her and began walking down the runway.
He had just finished putting his belongings in the overhead bin when a flight attendant asked for his drink order. He ordered a scotch, thanking her before pulling out his laptop and connecting to the Wifi.
Tobio was so into typing up reports, replying to emails and checking over budgets that he almost didnโt hear the sound of someone sitting next to him.
Almost.
Annoyed, he looked up. He always flew first class in the hopes of not having anyone sit next to him and bother him during the flight. Sighing, he opened his mouth to call over a flight attendant but quickly closed it shut.
A pair of curious eyes was staring at him, delicate eyebrows raised in slight annoyance. Full lips were pursed as they waited for Tobio to say something, anything. His eyes roamed over her figure, taking note of her simple clothing and dirty sneakers. Flicking his eyes back up, he studied her features before sucking in a quiet breath.
โHi.โ
His simple response had the womanโs lips twitching, a telltale sign of her fighting a smile.
โHi,โ she replied, a hint of amusement in her voice.
He was at a loss of what to say but she, thankfully, beat him to it.
โIโm sorry my presence is annoying. I got bumped up to first class because of some ticketing issue. I insisted my regular seat was fine but I had no say in the matter.โ
Tobioโs eyes went wide.
โYouโre like an open book. Itโs really easy to read your expression.โ
She giggled, causing him to blush in response.
โI promise I wonโt bother you. I have a book Iโve been dying to finish, so donโt worry.โ
They were interrupted by the sound of the pilot over the intercom, welcoming everybody to the flight before launching into safety instructions. Closing his laptop, Tobio carefully placed it back in his bag and put his seatbelt on. From the corner of his eye, he saw the woman do the same.
โOur estimated flight time is about thirteen hours. Make sure you order some refreshments, have a meal, and sit back.โ
The woman dug into the bag under her seat and pulled out a book, flipping it open to a page marked with a bookmark. She leaned back, wiggling her shoulders to get comfortable. The plane began slowly making its way down the runway, turning to get into position and waiting for its turn to take off.
For some reason, Tobio wanted to talk to this girl. He wasnโt sure what it was, but he found himself . . . curious about her.
The plane began picking up its speed before launching into the sky, beginning its thirteen hour journey.
He waited until the plane was in the air before turning to the woman.
โWhat is your book about?โ
She looked up, her eyebrows raised again.
โOh, itโs so sad. I guess you can call it a tragedy?โ
Placing the bookmark back, she closed the book and placed it gingerly in her lap.
โOkay, so it takes place in the โ70s. But also in the โ50s? Itโs about a Chinese American family who is dealing with the loss of their oldest daughter. She drowned in a lake but they think someone is to blame.โ
She went on about the book, talking about the evidently strained relationship between the parents and the mother blaming her husband for not allowing her to become a doctor. He listened, fascinated, as she angrily spoke about the obvious favoritism of the daughter, even though the son had been admitted to Harvard. He could feel the pain in her voice as she talked about the ignored youngest daughter who was left behind to pick up the pieces. By the time she finished, he found himself drawn to her even more and knew he would not be able to leave her alone during the flight.
What was going on with him?
โWow, that sounds like a very intense book,โ he replied, amused.
โIt is. Iโve had to put it down a few times,โ she admitted sheepishly.
โAre you a book critic? You talked about the book so eloquently. I feel like I should have read that in a blog.โ
She chuckled. โNo, I just enjoy reading for fun.โ
โSo what do you do then?โ
Tucking her feet under her, she rested her chin on her knees.
โI, uh, donโt. Do anything. Iโm not working right now.โ
He blinked. โOh?โ
โYeah, Iโm not working but Iโm enjoying it. Iโm not really looking for a new job right now.โ
Oh.
Tobio pursed his lips, a sudden sour taste in his mouth. He was of the belief that everyone should work, should find some kind of purpose in life tied into a career. Unemployed people to him were lazy, had no meaning for life and just relied on others to stay afloat. He felt the same way with this girl, who had such a penchant for speaking that he felt she could use it for a job.
โI see.โ
A hint of a smirk began to tug at her plush lips.
โYou probably think Iโm a piece of shit now, donโt you?โ
Damn, this girl could read him like a book.
โLet me guess. Youโre some hot shot business man returning from some super important trip. You have a shit load of emails to sort through but, instead, youโre talking to me. The second you land back in Japan, you have to rush off to some high skyrise and tolerate a room of shitty people in order to stay loaded.โ
โWell,โ he scoffed. โI wouldnโt word it that way.โ
โBut I was right, wasnโt I? You business men all look the same.โ
โWhat do you mean?โ
He was intrigued now, turning in his seat to fully face her. The smirk on her face slowly changed into a smile.
โYou all carry yourselves the same. Plus, you all have the same look in your eyes. A desire for more, but not knowing what exactly more is.โ
She paused before looking into his eyes.
โPlus, youโre literally sitting in first class.โ
Tobio couldnโt help but chuckle.
โWell, you got me there.โ
She laughed, the sound making a warm feeling bubble in his chest. He gave her a soft smile and leaned forward, resting his chin in his hand.
โTell me about yourself.โ
She refused to say what her reason for being in Poland was but she disclosed her name, her age, and that she had spent most of her life moving around. To cope with stress, she loved to read, throwing herself into imaginary worlds to pretend her life was going okay. She wanted a dog, but wasnโt sure if she was ready for the responsibility and loved eating sushi. When asked about family, she changed the topic altogether and he figured the subject was a sensitive one for her. The two began talking about what they were currently watching on Netflix and were surprised to find they were both watching the same mystery thriller.
โOh, letโs check if we can watch it here!โ she exclaimed, turning to the screen in front of them and scrolling through the titles. The show was, indeed, there, and she offered him a headphone so they could watch together.
The thirteen hour flight flew by, and Tobio found himself slightly sad that the two would be separated once they landed. When they were approaching the airport, he turned to her and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.
โI really enjoyed talking to you. Thank you for making this flight bearable.โ
The smile she gave him in return was blinding.
โOf course. Thank you for the company.โ
The pilotโs voice rang out on the intercom, asking the passengers to prepare for landing and thanking them for flying with them. The two buckled up again, putting their respected belongings away as they waited for the plane to land.
When they landed, Tobio began to panic. He wanted to see her again but didnโt know what to do.
โGo on a date with me,โ he blurted out.
She froze, eyes wide as his words sank in. Heat immediately rushed to his cheeks as he realized what he had just said.
โI-if youโre comfortable,โ he stammered out.
โI would love to,โ she replied, placing a hand on his before quickly pulling it away.
The two exchanged numbers before she stood, grabbing her items from the overhead bin and dashing off the plane. He didnโt even have a chance to say goodbye, still seated in his first class seat as the pilot announced it was safe to disembark.
Synopsis: maybe you should have listened to everyone's warnings about the angel eyed man. maybe then you wouldn't be as heart broken as you are right now.
Warnings: nothing really... just like a smidge of angst ig??? Let me know if you find anything though :))
When you had first met him everyone told you to not get involved with a guy like him. To not waste your time on a boy who would eventually break your heart and leave you for the next pretty faced girl that walked by. However, being stubborn was always one of your characteristic traits.
It started off simple. You, being friends with Steve, knew eventually you'd run into the infamous James Buchanan Barnes. What you weren't expecting however was for him to be as handsome as he was. Everything about the man was captivating. The soft brown locks ontop of his head, the tall muscular stature, and most of all his dazzling beryl blue eyes. They shined bright like a crystal clear lake in the middle of August. So easy to dive into, and so hard to get out off. They were truly hypnotizing.
"He's nothing but trouble," Carol had told you as you both sat in your favorite diner right down the street from your shared apartment. She picked a fry off of your plate and popped it into her mouth. She made eye contact and you saw no teasing hint in them.
"Oh come one Carol," you replied with a roll of your eyes, "I don't need to hear any more warnings. Trust me I've heard enough to last me a year."
"And yet you haven't listen to any of them have you?" She raised a sharp eyebrow, and you kept quiet, thoroughly answering her question.
"We're honestly just friends," you lamely defended picking at your burger. That statement brought a laugh from your red headed friend that sat across from you.
"Right, just like me and Dennis are 'just friends'," Carol snickered with quotation marks to further prove her point. You huffed out in protest and threw a fry in her direction, never truly taking their words serious.
"You know Bucky," you spoke up as you walked right next to him in central park, "We're just friends."
Side by side you both walked with the setting sun casting orange and pink hues over the both of you. The breeze was soft and light, almost as soft as his hand that was clasped to yours.
"Ouch Doll," Bucky said as he put his free hand over his heart, "you really know how to break man's heart."
"Oh, shut up you big tease," you playfully shoved him, but not very far. He stumbled slightly before rushing back over and scooping you up in his arms. He twirled you around as soft giggles fell from your lips.
"Tell me sweetheart," he whispered softly to you, not once setting you down, "do friends usually go on dates like these?"
"Who said this was a date," you smirked softly, and Bucky swore he'd never seen anyone as pretty as you in that moment. So, of course it was only natural for him to push his head forward and capture your lips. It was sudden, but you felt that it couldn't have been more perfect. It was slow and soft and you knew you were already craving for another taste, addicted.
Finally, once he pulled away and opened his eyes you let out a soft gasp. With the setting sun reflecting in his eyes you couldn't look way from his angelic eyes. Just the look alone was enough for you to agree to being his girlfriend when he asked you later that night.
Looking back you wouldn't necessarily say you regret ever being with him, but maybe you would go back and do a few things differently. It was only natural that girls were always flocking to him, constantly trying to wisk him away from you. Jealousy quickly became your closest friend.
"Doll," Bucky called out to you as you busied yourself around the kitchen, acting like you were actually doing something. It made it look like you weren't ignoring him, which you differently were.
"Doll," he tried once more as he finally stood up and walked around the counter, heading in your direction. With out even sparing him a glance, you turned away from him and began walking around the other side of the counter.
Bucky let out a small noise of surprise at your actions, but quickly decided to play into your game. Like two kids playing "duck duck goose" he began to chase you around the counter of your apartment. Neither of you giving up, but occasionally changing directions whenever Bucky would try to trick you into walking straight into his arms. You both shuffled around until Bucky broke out into a full sprint catching you completely off guard. You yelped and went to take off, but with his long legs he caught up before you even fully turned around.
"Gotcha," he declared with a laugh as he picked you up and placed you on the counter, "now, are you gonna tell me what's bothering my girl?" You turned your head like a defiant toddler, refusing to look into his pretty eyes that would make you spill your deepest secrets.
"Come on Sweetheart," he reached his hand up and hooked his pointer finger under your chin, slowly turning your head to fully face him. Once your eyes connected with his, your face formed a small pout, and you jutted out your bottom lip slightly. With his crystal clear eyes staring back at you, you couldn't help but tell him all your worries.
"You're just friends right?" It was a whisper, so soft Bucky almost missed it. There was no explanation needed, because this was a reoccurring problem you both seemed to have.
Bucky's eye softened as he looked at you. In the dim lighting of your kitchen, and the soft pout on your lips all he wanted was to wash all your worries away. He smiled softly at you before leaning in at capturing your lips. It wasn't rushed or forced, but sweet and gentle trying to use this kiss to reassure you that you were all he ever wanted and more.
Lies. Lies. Lies
Everyone warned you. Everyone had told you to not fall for it, but of course you never liked to listen to any of it. Just wanting to make your own choices, but look where that got you.
Soft sniffs filled the air of your bedroom as you stared up at your ceiling blankly. All thoughts consumed by Bucky, and your relationship that ended 2 weeks ago, one year completely wasted. All you could do was think about the good times you both shared. The nights walking around the town. Or the evenings you spent inside your apartment before you shoved him out your window to avoid rumors from your neighbors about doing "things" before marriage. However, now he wasn't yours anymore, and those were only ever going to be bittersweet memories now.
"You alright," Carol called from your doorway. Her soft voice was enough to pull you from your pitty party. You turned your head and blinked over at her trying to make sense of her words. Were you alright?
"Breakups are rough hon," she slowly approached your bed keeping her eyes on every move you made, "that's why you have me, you know. I'm here to listen to all your problems." She sat down at your side as you shifted to the side to accommodate her.
"Do I have to talk? Can't we just lay here and cry or something," you ended your sentence with another sniff as more tears welled up in your eyes.
"Of course," she cooed as she layed down next to you, gathering you in her arms. That was all it took for you to break down once more in the quiet of your bedroom.
One month.
A whole month after your break up, and you could finally feel yourself healing. Every so often the pain would come back, and you'd feel like you couldn't live without him. However, now as you gathered your things together to head out for a walk, you felt like you were over it all.
It was around 7:00 pm when you exited your apartment. The air was crisp, and the street lights casted an enchanting hue over the river that was on your right side.
It was nice, and quiet. The type of peace that you needed after the weeks you spent hauled up in your room.
However, peace never truly lasted long for you.
It was a giggle that broke the serene that surrounded you, but it wasn't just any giggle. No it was one that you knew so well. One that always made you insecure about the relationship you had with Bucky. You stopped in your tracks, and stiffened. Maybe your ears were playing tricks on you.
"Come on Bucky," the voice called out, and there was no mistaking it. With hesitation you lifted your head, and there he stood, but he wasn't alone. Bucky stood hand in hand with a young girl, Dot was her name. You could never forget her name. However, what really made your stomach drop was the look he gave her. It was the look he would always give you when you were together. Just the thought that he was looking at her that way made you want to just march right up to her, and say it was all just a game he likes to play. One look at his angel eyes, and anyone would be hypnotized. Just like you once were, and now you were truly paying the price for not listening to everyone's warnings.
With a small huff of irritation you turned swiftly on your heel not wanting to encounter the couple, and have to face the truth. That it only took a month for him to move on.
You had to blame your circumstances. Truly there was no other excuse for why you let Bucky into your apartment.
It was late. Extremely late. So, of course when there was knocking on your door it was a shock to you. You would have shut the door right in his face, but the look in his eyes told you that you shouldn't.
"I got drafted," was the first thing he said as you both sat in your living room. None of the lights were on except for small lamp that sat on the end table right by your couch. Even with the soft lighting you could see his face clearly, and the worry that was written all over it. The worry in his angel eyes.
"When... when do you leave?" You shakily asked as you began to fiddle with your fingers, the news hitting you like a train.
"Tomorrow," he whispered as he winced, and you thought that it couldn't get worse but there it was. Of course, you should have noticed the uniform he was wearing. However, when he showed up at your door step all you saw was him.
He lifted his head and looked at you, and there was so much yearning in his eyes. So much he wanted to say, but didn't have enough time to do.
"Why are you telling me this now," you clenched your jaw trying to mask your hurt as anger, but the glistening in your eyes showed the truth.
"I was a coward," he simply said, "when you broke up with me I just... I didn't know what to do, so I tried to find someone to replace you but-" he took in a shaky breathe as he closed his eyes to try and pull all his thoughts together.
"There's just no replacing you," it came out as a soft whisper, like a secret that forced its way out.
"I thought that I could get over you, and just leave to the army and not have to worry, but as the night came to an end I realized I didn't want to leave without saying what I really wanted to say."
"And that is?" You questioned gently not wanting to break the soft atmosphere that was created.
"I love you, and I don't want you to ever think otherwise. I never stopped loving you, and I don't think I ever will. In case I don't come back-" he started but you quickly put your hand up to stop him in his tracks.
"Don't talk like that."
"Doll," he called out and your heart clenched at the pet name, "you know I can't guarantee anything."
"I refuse to believe that you won't come back. I know you will," you mumbled softly as you reached your hand out. He quickly reached out as well taking your hand in his and moving across the couch to sit right beside you.
"When I do come back... you think you could give me a second chance?" He had that smile on his lips, and the look in his eyes that he always had with you.
"Why don't you first make it back before I tell you my decision," you smiled at him and returned the loving look.
"You just said you knew I was going to make it back," he teased as he wrapped his arms around you, basking in your warmth before he would have to leave.
"Well yes, but I gotta have something you want so you have the drive to come back to me," you melted into his touch, and you both leaned comfortably into the couch.
"You're enough motivation," he whispered into your hair where he placed a kiss. A moment of silence passed as you processed his words.
"Make sure you come back to me." Finally came your response.
"I'm coming back to you, and when I do I'll give you the future we always talked about."
You believed him. Every word he said you truly believed. And as the night became morning, and you sent Bucky off, your heart felt relief in knowing the truth about your relationship with Bucky. Finally at peace.
However, like stated before, peace never lasted for you. Because once again Bucky had lied to you. He promised to come back to you. He promised you a future. Yet he never came back home. Never came back to you.
this was actually written for a contest for @spider-starry :)) sorry for pushing it on the time limit, I got a little busy with work this month ! Hope you like it <3 โ ยฉstarryparkrr
โ # OUT-OF-BREATH KISSES for abby ( @starryparkrrโโโโ ) !!
โ to abby ;; abby , i am so sorry this took such a long time ! thank you for requesting and being patient <3 i hope you enjoy this !
โ warnings โ none
you promised youโd watch him during nationals, and so you did. it was just a day away from home, but it was worth itโseeing your boyfriend in action made you light up. his raven hair stood out on the bright orange court and you couldnโt be more entranced by his movements.
he tried his hardest not to look at you, worried you might fluster him with that bright smile of yours would be on his mind for the rest of the match. he tried and failed, all of the stolen glances only milking his pride and fueling his motivation.
โoi, isnโt that abby? damn kageyama, you really flew your girl out here?โ noya grinned during a timeout.
he grunted and shoved his waterbottle into his mouth, flushingโand not from exhaustion. his eyes started to refocus when he heard tanaka wail. kageyamaโs head swiveled, confused.
โitโs not fair! why does kageyama get a pretty lady to watch him play??โ the second-year sobbed, soon to be joined by noya, both of them looking at kiyoko expectantly.
kageyama rolled his eyes at their antics and turned back to the stands, a questioning look settling on his face when he couldnโt find you anymore. frowning, he failed to notice you running up to him on the ground floor, throwing your arms around his neck as you slid across the bench next to him. giving him no time, you pulled him closer and trapped his lips in yours.ย
kageyamaโs shadow swallowed your body, the moment feeling like it was in your own world. he was already tired from playing and he was running out of air but he would die before he let go of you right now.ย
he pulled back millimeters before pressing a peck to your nose in defeat. if he went back on the court now, heโd probably faint. not because of his stamina but because he couldnโt believe you kissed him like that.
โsorry, i just didnโt get to say hi since i arrived here.โ you smiled sheepishly, not shying away from the fact you caused a scene. but kagโs frantic shake of the head reassured you. you giggled and hugged him one last time before you were shooed back to the stands. kags had a stupid smile on his face as he stumbled back onto court.
โwoah, kageyema, you tired already or something?โ hinata smirked as he taunted his best friend. kags irked at the notion, trying to say something back but he was too busy catching his breath to do so.ย
instead he flipped the tangerine off and glanced back at the audience, finding that the wind was knocked out of him every time he met your eyes.
ยฉ isabelle ( @koukissesโ ) . do not copy / reproduce .
โ wandering the halls in search of the strange song stuck in his head wasn't what kageyama thought he would find himself doing after practice. mindlessly doing circles around the 2nd floor trying to work up the courage to peek into the music room where your figure sat playing the one song he couldn't get out of his mind. (k. tobio ร reader)
CHAPTERS/ONGOING
Chapter I
Chapter II
Chapter III
Chapter IV
Chapter V
Chapter VI
Chapter VII
Chapter VIII
Chapter IX
Chapter X
Chapter XI
Chapter XII
Chapter XIII
Chapter XIV
Chapter XV
Chapter XVI
Chapter XVII
Chapter XVIII
โ ยฉstarryparkrr all rights reserved. do not copy, modify, or claim my work. plagiarism is prohibited.
Just a lil something for @hajiiwaizumi on their special day !! Thought I'd surprise you with a mood board like you did for me on my birthday <3 Happy Birthday !! (the quality is better if you click on it I swear T-T)
scars in fiction: I got this trying to save my lover from an assassin- but tragically, I was too late. now I carry the mark of my failure with me always, and I can never forget~
scars in real life:ย so I was trying to open macaroni sauce with a paring knife
Hi hi ! I was wondering if I could get my second male lead :)) my comfort character is Kageyama Tobio, and the one thing he does that gets on my nerves is how he always has that sour look on his face ๐ like, love, try smiling please lol
And I wanted to do you one too !! Hmmmmm... so I was thinking Kenma lol. I imagine that since you're with Kuroo when he's being annoying or busy you'll just chill with Kenma and sometimes you'll rant to him about Kuroo and Kenma can't help but think things like "I'd never do that to you" or "I wish I could be the one holding you" T-T sad times
that sour look in his face! bahahaha also he'll be even prettier with a smile on his face!
and kenma as 2nd lead! this just hurt ๐คง
๐ฑ your 2nd male lead isโฆ
๐ฅ YAMAGUCHI TADASHI
he's just so soft and gentle whenever you're hurt; he's always wants to be at your rescue to comfort you, but kageyama always beats him to it first; he's so done watching and hurting
