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AtsuHina Actors AU (An idea)

Hinata sat behind the long table, smiling and signing autographs for his fans, taking pictures and talking with them animatedly. This was arguably one of his favorite things to do for his job, he loved meeting the fans and answering the questions that he could.

"Why isn't Atsumu here with you today?" Had to be the questions he answered the most. Usually he and his co-star did these meet and greets together, giving the fans what they really wanted. And for them it wasn't even really acting, sure they'd dramatize and act up more than they normally would, but the two were together so acting like a couple wasn't acting at all.

"He said he had his own thing today, I think it's a photo shoot. I'm not sure." Hinata just plastered his usual happy smile on his face as he signed away and took more pictures with his fans. That's when he started to hear the whispers, as the line progressed.

"Did you see him? I can't believe he's here. Was that really him?" Fans were whispering. Hinata had his head down writing, so he didn't see the person cutting everyone in line to get to the front. When he looked up to hand off his specialized note he froze.

Atsumu was standing there, baseball cap low over his eyes and trying to cover his freshly dyed hair, mask on, sunglasses on, and a zip-up hoodie that he would normally never wear. He didn't say anything as the crowed behind them buzzed with whispers and anticipation.

"Tsum-tsum?"

"How'd you know it was me?" Atsumu practically wined, the cool posture he had taken with his hands in his pockets and back straight immediately changing as he sagged his shoulders in defeat. Hinata covered his mouth to hide his giggles

"Why are you here? I thought you had your own event today." Hinata stood and moved to the picture area to let Atsumu back behind the table.

"I did, it's over now. I was just getting my hair done and having lunch with 'Samu. He says hi, by the way and made you some onigiri. I put it in the fridge already for when you're done here." Atsumu pulled Hinata into a tight hug as soon as they were behind the table. Hinata hugged back, burying his face in his boyfriends neck a little before pulling away to get back to work. "That was sweet of him. I'll have to call and thank him later."

"No bother callin' I invited him to dinner. You can just thank him tonight." Atsumu slipped around him, grazing his hand along Hinata's waist as he went to take a seat, taking off his failed disguise and smiling slyly. Hinata went to sit by him, getting back to work. It was arguably more difficult now with his boyfriends hand occasionally sliding up and down his leg or resting on his knee under the table where fans couldn't see.

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"mommy, sorry. mommy, sorry..."

"Atsumu, you can't just put a bunch of different toner's on your head and expect it to come out one uniform color. That's now how this works, you'll fry off you hair. You look better piss-haired than you would look bald." Sakusa sighed heavily over the phone from where he was in the beauty supply shop. "Now... What color did you already put on? I need to make sure I get the right one."

"Yes parent." Atsumu shifted and went off screen, looking for the box of toner he'd already used, bringing it back and holding it in screen for Sakusa to read. Omi hung up after grabbing two boxes, not even saying goodbye.

With his purchase clutched in his hands Sakusa went home, walking slowly into his house and peering around for any sign of his boyfriend. "Atsumu, I swear if you got bleach on the couch again you're paying to have it reupholstered."

"I'm still in the bathroom!"

Sakusa followed the call, grabbing extra gloves from the kitchen on his way. He shimmied into the bathroom, setting the things down on the counter and looked over to his boyfriend who was leaning over the sink in just his boxers and a wife beater, flipping his hair back and forth to catch the un-even tones in the harsh florescent overhead light. "Sit."

"Yes, parent." Atsumu answered with a cheeky grin, sitting on the bench they had put down earlier when they first bleached his hair. "Why do you keep saying that...?" Sakusa sighed exasperatedly as he pulled on the fresh gloves and grabbed a box of toner from the bag, turning it around to read the directions.

"Oh, sorry I'll just... Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Sor..."

"Stop!"

"Sorry mommy." Atsumu smirked, holding back a laugh as he grabbed the mixing bowl and held it up for Sakusa to use. "I'll be quiet mommy."

"I should have let you ruin your hair..."

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Soulmate's AU

What is it when the voice in your head isn't yours? And you don't think you've ever heard it spoken out loud before, but then again... You've never put a face to the voice. You've tried. And you've come up with what you think the person might look like, but that doesn't mean that it's them. Scientists say when you meet your soulmate you'll just know. The voice will become more clear, it will sound more like that person and less like what they think they sound like. Does that make sense? Of course there were a few 'rules' like if your soulmates tries to tell you their name through thought, you simply cannot hear it. You hear nothing. So it's easier to just not ask.

That's the predicament Tooru Oikawa finds himself in. Sitting at the desk in his dorm room, thankful not for the first time that he was fortunate to get a single room. He was also thankful that for the most part, the voice in his head was quiet. His apparent soulmate wasn't one to bother and seemed to have a level head. He sometimes felt sorry for whoever it was, knowing that he himself was sometimes prone to fits of anxiety so bad that he'd be curled up under his blankets for days until eventually Iwaizumi would come and drag him outside to touch grass and feel the sun on his face, like he was a plant that was getting malnourished from being planted in the shade. These bouts of anxiety were also usually linked to that voice, sometimes silent for so long that he'd forget about it. And when it'd pop up he would become so overwhelmed with it that he wouldn't know what to do, even if it was just a little 'hello' as a way to try and reach out. His soulmate honestly didn't deserve someone like him.

It was one of these days, sitting at his desk, anxiety growing over midterms, when the voice bubbled up unbidden. Oikawa stiffened, clutching his pencil tightly as he grit his teeth. "I am sorry that I have been bothering you a lot lately. I do not mean it as an intrusion, I just wanted to make sure you are okay. I don't know if you realize this or not but all of the worried thoughts you are having have been filling my mind. And I have heard the formula that you think you will forget so many times I myself don't think I will forget it any time soon, even though I am not studying the same thing and will have no practical use for that information.”

(too be continued)

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Happy Birthday Omi (Coffee shop AU Blurb)

(Inspired by Em. I love them bad. Back story: SakuAtsu live together and work in the same office building but in different departments.

Sakusa wakes up every morning and goes on his run to the coffee shop two blocks away for his normal morning boost before having to go to work. He's not a morning person in the slightest but he is consistent and the barista's know his order by now. He's been going to this one coffee shop for four years and gets the same hot black Americano. And every morning for the past four years he's been coming in at the same time, 5:30am. He's never once been late. He doesn't stop to talk to the barista's, he doesn't smile. When there's a new face behind the counter and his coffee isn't ready yet, his face will creese with irritation but he doesn't ever say anything because he knows that there's nothing he can do but let the people learn.

This was one of those days. He had just picked up his coffee from the pick up window and was making his way to the door when he overheard one of the new workers in the back trying to whisper. "Is he always so intimidating? I don't think I like him."

"What do you mean? He's one of my favorites. He's hot, he comes in at the same time and orders the same thing. He's dependable. And he doesn't talk, that's a plus for this early in the morning 'cuz we're not really awake either." He smirked on his way out, hidden behind his mask as he went home to get ready for his day at the office.

In contrast, Atsumu always comes in between 12:30 and 1 in the afternoon. Always orders two coffee's, an ice black americano and what he likes to call "the barista's choice" as long as it's caffeinated and filled with sugar. He likes to chat everyone up, get to know the barista's on and really lays on the charm when he sees someone new behind the counter. He has jokes with his regular barista and they chat as the coffee's get made about how the day is going or the weather, nothing ever too deep but enough that it forms a regular happy routine that hopefully brightens the workers day.

One afternoon, closer to 1, Sakusa holds the door open for his husband. They both had their lunch hour at the same time for once and decided to take the walk to the coffee shop together. The Barista, not seeing Sakusa behind him, smiled happily and waved a little. "Good afternoon Atsumu. Are we adding any food to your usual order...?" They trailed off as Sakusa walked up to stand next to him, looking over the food case in contemplation.

"Oh, yeah. I'll have a Turkey Pesto panini, a Chicken Double Smoke bacon panini, and a birthday cake pop for the birthday boy here." He nods his head over to Sakusa and smirks as the Barista looked between the two of them bewildered, mouth gapping open. Sakusa's ears tinted pink as he stuck his hands in his pockets and shifted uncomfortably.

(to be continued...)

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4 Seconds to Sendai (Revised?)

If you had asked Kuroo this time last year what he thought his last semester of college was going to look like, his current state would not have been his answer. He would have told you that he'd probably have been cramming for his final exams, trying to get into any gig he could, practicing with his band, trying to plan a summer tour maybe. Instead, he was planning meetings with daycares and trying to squeeze classes in all the wile taking care of a new born.

His daughter Aria came into the world on October 31st, and though he hadn't been planning on having children and didn't particularly WANT kids, her mother had signed over parental rights and he knew he couldn't let her go into the care of the system. From the moment that he held her he knew she was his, the same nose and the same wild dark hair already sprouting from the crown of her head. And boy did she have a set of lungs on her.

This was one of those nights, a night that Aria just wouldn't go down and Kuroo had midterms to study for. The four month old screamed in her swing as Kuroo racked his hands through his already unruly hair, wanting to pull it out. "Aria, kiddo, I know but daddy really needs to get this done. Please, just five more minutes..." But he was already getting up from his tiny, overflowing kitchen table to scoop her up into his arms. Her lower lip wobbled up at him as she quieted a little. "You must be hungry. Daddy thought he could get this finished before it was time for your bottle, but I guess not." He shifted her carefully to one arm as he went to mix her formula, humming softly as he did so to try and keep her from screaming again.

[bexjohn]

Okay, here me out

Set up: Tsukki lives with Yachi and Yams, works at a book store. That’s it...

Blurb:

Tsukishima was sitting on the couch, legs crossed over the coffee table and book in his lap with his glasses pushed up on his head as he rubbed sleepily at his eyes when the door to his apartment opened where he spared a brief look at his smaller roommate struggling to bring in the bags from shopping. He let out a sigh and went back to his reading, letting the girl struggle.

“I guess I'll just bring back that shampoo you like that you’re too afraid to buy for yourself.” She hauled the bags onto the counter and leveled him with a stare. 

With a heavy sigh, Tsukishima closed his book and stood from the couch, walking over to help her put the food away and sort through the things that would need to go in other rooms when he found the aforementioned bottle of strawberry shampoo and that matching conditioner that made his hair feel like silk and he would vehemently deny, under penalty of death, to enjoying. Along with the hair products, he pulled out some skin care products, turning the blue tube of a mud mask over in his hands to examine.

Yachi pulled herself up to sit on the counter and smiled at him, swinging her legs back and forth a little “I was thinking, Yamaguchi isn’t going to be home tonight because of that work thing. How about we have a skin care night? Just... light a candle and relax with a face mask”

Tsukishima made a face “sounds awful, really”

“Come on, you can still read your book with a face mask on. It’s not going to be worse than that one time you let me braid your hair when you let it get too long. At least you don’t need to completely stop what you’re doing this time. And it won’t be as painful, I promise” she smiled innocently as she watched Tsukishima turn the tube of product over and over in his hand, thinking. “Come on, it’ll be like that shampoo... but for your face. You’re gonna love it. And if you don’t then we never have to do it again.”

He heaved another heavy sigh and pushed his glasses up to rub at his eyes again “fine, just this once. And it’s not because I like that shampoo. it’s because if I say yes now then you’ll leave me alone later so I can keep reading” the tips of his ears were dusted pink as Yachi jumped from the counter, giggling. she grabbed his hand and dragged him to the bathroom, gathering her other skin care products. “You need to start with a clean face...” she explained, grabbing some of her hair clips and climbing to stand on the closed toilet seat so she could clip Tsukishima’s bangs out of his face and gently took his glasses off, setting them on the counter.

He blinked at her slowly, squinting when his glasses where removed and making Yachi giggle at the sight. He rolled his eyes before closing them, letting her do what she was planning having already agreed to this skin care night.

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A little sneak peak into a new story I'm working on.

“Hey, thanks for going to pick her up from preschool. Yeah I’m almost done. Tsukki’s here to help me with some of the heavier boxes and my equipment… If you wouldn’t mind that’d be really helpful… Okay, we’ll see you guys soon.” Tadashi smiled softly and hung up, going back to packing his boxes. “Hitoka just got out of work. She’s gonna get Keiko and some pizza for dinner then they’ll both be home.” He slipped his phone into his pocket before taping a box shut.

“So we don’t have much time to pack up princess dresses before a full blown melt down, got it.” Kei nodded as he put the various sparkly dresses in a box labeled Keiko’s dress-up clothes. “Do you guys really have to move back home?”

“Yeah…” He nodded with a small sigh. “I’m not really growing at the studio anymore under someone else's name. And I can’t raise a daughter in a one bedroom apartment. She needs her own room, space to grow… I already enrolled her in kindergarten with my mom’s address.” Kei nodded as Tadashi moved to start packing some of the lesser used toys that his daughter wouldn’t notice were missing. Kei knew all of this already he just wasn’t ready to admit that he was going to miss a toddler or his best friend. He had fallen in love with taking the little girl to work with him and teaching her all about the dinosaurs and showing her some more age appropriate exhibits.

“I’m gonna bring some of these boxes down to the truck. Just… Make sure not to pack Deno the dino, she loves that thing.” He groaned as he picked up maybe a few more boxes than was safe to and shuffled out of the room to bring them to the moving truck he had rented. Tsuki picked up the little stuffed dino he had gotten Keiko for her last birthday and set it on her little bed before going back to packing up her dress-up things, taping the box shut when it was full and moving on to the next. He hadn’t realized how much he had personally spoiled the girl until now when he picked things up and realized it was he who got something for her. He cursed himself a little as he started on the new box for her actual clothes. 

Tadashi came back, empty handed. “Right… So… I guess just my clothes and the bedroom furniture and that’s it…” He looked around the mostly empty room. “This is… Surreal.” He unfolded a box onto his striped bed, wrote his name on it, and started dumping the clothes from his dresser into it with now rhyme or reason. “I remember… Picking this place out with Kaiya before we knew she was pregnant. Signing the lease…”

Kei smiled a little, finishing his task and standing. “I remember helping you move in, and being mad at you for how expensive this place was when you could have been just outside the city in something bigger for less.”

“But she wanted to live in the heart of the city. Then when she found out she was pregnant started looking for something with two bedrooms. But we couldn’t get out of this lease so I stayed here…” He trailed off with a little sigh again, stuffing the box beyond full and taping it up before moving on to the next one.

“I remember the day we brought Keiko home…” Kei picked up the stuffed dino again. “And sleepless nights on your couch. I’m glad you’re getting a new one, that one’s lumpy. No one’s going to want to sleep on it.” Tadashi rolled his eyes at his childhood best friend. “The only things coming from here are my bed frame and the dressers. We’re getting new mattresses and I’m gonna get her a whole bedroom set. I think she’ll really like that.” Kei nodded in agreement.

“I’m gonna bring these down. Is there anything else that can go now?” He hoisted up some boxes and started for the door. Tadashi shook his head. “No, after this box it’s just the furniture… Then we’re finally out of here.” He taped his last box closed and followed Kei out to the truck, making sure to push the boxes back so there was room for the furniture. All of this was going to sit in the driveway of his new house so he could paint and get the minor things fixed up so it would be all ready for them. “So. Mom was asking me the other day and I haven’t had a chance to answer her.” Tadashi said before jumping out of the back of the truck. “Are you staying with us? Or are you guys going next door to your moms?”

“Probably going to my mom’s. I haven’t had time to go visit so I should probably spend some time with her.” They headed back into the apartment, propping doors open as they went so they could move the big furniture. “Right, that’s what I figured. I’ll let mom know before we leave. ‘Course, you and I both know that’s not gonna get you out of her hugs and line of questioning.  So don’t think you’re safe.” He grabbed some rubber gloves and handed a pair to Kei so they could more easily grip the heavy pieces. 

Kei laughed softly and shook his head as he pulled them on. “Yeah, yeah. Your mom loves to interrogate me and ask if I've found someone yet.” He pushed his glasses up as he rolled his eyes....

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Tsukki Yachi Blurb #2

Yachi took care to not poke Tsukishima in the eye as she used her face pads to clean his face before putting his glasses back on him with care and hoping off the toilet to wash her own face. She pulled her hair back and put on a headband to keep it out of her face before opening the tube of mud mask, using her fingers to carefully apply it to herself as Tsukishima watched in mild amusement.

“So, this is supposed to help minimize pores and help with acne. It tingles a little but it makes your skin really soft too.” Once she finished with her face, she climbed back onto the toilet seat and started carefully applying the bright teal mask to Tsukishima’s face, being careful around his glasses so he wouldn’t have to take them off and could still read his book as they waited for the masks to dry.

Tsukishima took a step back and took his glasses off “If we’re gonna do this, we should do it right. You'll just have to help me to the couch later.” Yachi smiled brightly as she excitedly went back to applying the mask to his face. When she was done she cleaned up and took his hand, guiding him to the living room so he could sit. “What scent to we want for our candle? Peppermint, Coconut, or Lavender?”

“Lavender, we are relaxing aren’t we?” If Tsukishima was starting to enjoy himself and the thought of a relaxing evening, well... That was his secret to hold on too. Yachi smiled as she lit the candle and set it on the coffee table before putting some spa music on on her phone and turning the living room lights off so they could pretend they were at a spa.

Tsukishima closed his eyes and let himself really relax for the first time in, what felt like ages. His busy schedule between school and the bookstore didn’t allow him the luxury to relax like this, not that he ever looked for the time to do so. And if this became a tradition that he would do with Yachi whenever Yamaguchi went away on a work tip, that was between himself and Yachi. And he found himself starting to look forward to when his other roommate and best friend would leave town.