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welcome to GHOSTBUSTERS!, a week-long event where every story is haunted by ghosts!
SUMMARY: this event consists of 7 ghost hunting stories with different haikyuu! characters and !readers (so they can be read as one-shots). the locations used in the stories are inspired/based on real-life haunted locations seen in various american ghost hunting shows. so if you're all alone, pick up the phone and call Ghostbusters!
CONTAINS: platonic relationships, crack, probably ooc, maybe spooky, american!au, modern!au, foul language, dark humor, mentions of death, etc. please check the individual stories for more specific content warnings.
‘Why is this asshole looking down on me?’ I thought as I made eye contact with this weird looking lanky blond man. Well maybe not weird looking.
The lanky blond man quickly turns away.
‘weirdo’
I suddenly feel two arms wrap around my body.
“Hi Dani! How are you? I have missed you so much!!!” I hear Shoyo loudly yell in my ear.
The music was already loud as fuck so even when he yelled I could barely hear him.
“Oh my god Sho! I've missed you so much! I haven't seen you since last monday” I said, hugging him back and never wanting to let go.
I know a lot of people around campus, but they are all acquaintances. Nobody knows me the way Sho knows me. We met when I first moved to Japan after my mother divorced my father. I had been sitting outside crying about having a hard time adjusting to this new environment and new found trauma when this orange haired boy decided to fall right in front of me and the rest is history. He now knows all the interworking of all that I am and who I want to be. He sees me for who I am on the inside and not for the Dani I show the world. He is my family.
I finally let go of Shoyo and can't help but be excited for tonight. It had been a while since I went out with friends. I was unfortunately dealing with a very annoying situation.
“Dani, these are my friends, the brown hair man is Oikawa, the black hair one is Akaashi, and this blondie here is Tsukishima!” He pointed to each man who was sitting around the table. The blondie, Tsukishima, looked me up and down and scoffed.
‘Oh so the asshole is actually an asshole’
“It's nice to meet everyone! I'm Daniela but you can call me Dani. Any friend of Shoyos is a friend of mine” I say with a smile till I turn to tsukishima and my smile slightly falters.
I let them know I was going to the bar to get a drink and begin to walk away. ‘This was not a great start to the night’ I groaned. I'm expected to hang out with a man who clearly does not like me already and the worst part is that he is totally my type.
I sigh as I reach the bar. I ask the bartender for a strawberry margarita and feel my phone start to buzz in my pocket. Once I take it out I immediately regret it.
My phone lights up with the one name I definitely don't want to see.
Hector
‘Fuck that’
I return it back to its place and I suddenly decide that it will stay there for the rest of the night.
The bartender slides me my drink and I begin to take out my wallet when I see a finger tap the counter. I look up and see an old man tell the bartender to put it on his tab. “Thank you so much!” I smile and begin to walk away.
“I just bought her a drink and she's going to walk away? What a bitch” he mutters, but just loud enough for me to hear.
I froze, I made eye contact with Sho and he could tell by my face that something was not right. Very slowly I turn to look at the old man. “Excuse me?” I smile innocently.
The old man turns to look at me and smirks. “I said what a bitch…” he begins to walk closer to me as I stare at him with a smile still plastered on my face “...I hate girls like you. Thinking you can just get whatever you want from a man. Walking around thinking men owe you the world…” he got so close that I can smell his terrible alcohol breath. “...I bought you a fucking drink. Now sit down and have a conversation with me.”
Oh hell no
“Sir…” I say taking a step back “...I owe you nothing. You bought me a drink out of your own free will. You can have the drink back or I can even give you money for it. I do not need a man to do or buy anything or for me.”
“You definitely need a man…” he reaches his hand over and begins to caress my cheek “...and I can be that man for you. So just take a fucking seat” I feel him begin to lower his hand to touch my other cheeks if you know what I mean.
‘Men. Typical.’
From the corner of my eye I see that Sho and his friends are basically right next to me. It looks like Sho is holding them back. I hear his friends say something along the lines of “lets help her” “she is going to get hurt” blah blah. Maybe they are right but Sho knows I can fight my own battles.
“Oh you can? That sounds amazing to me baby” I purr slowly, beginning to trail my finger on his arm. The second I reach his wrist, I grab it and twist his arm behind his body. I hear gasps around me and the loudest high pitch scream I have ever heard come from a man. With the margarita still in my other hand I proceed to dump it over his big head.
“I am not here for you pleasure dickface and neither is any woman here!” I push him and he falls on the floor. I feel so powerful. However, my eyes begin to widen when I see him begin to get up.
‘Fuck’
I turn to look at Shoyo and his friends, their eyes mimicking mine, and I yell a simple command.
“RUN”
and all I can think about as we flee is how funny they all ran.
— — — — — —
After running for what seems like forever we finally came to a stop at a park. We aren't sure if he was actually following us but man was it fun. I feel so giggly as I turn to see them all hunched over trying to catch their breath.
“Are you guys okay?” I laughed knowing they were probably more tired than I was. I ran every morning to start the day. They all look at me with shocked expressions.
“Holy shit Dani! That was awesome! I can't believe you did that. That was so exhilarating! You are now my favorite person ever.” Oikawa said laughing hysterically. We all join except Tsukishima.
“We could have been hurt” is all he says as he stares at me.
‘I get he is tall as fuck but why is he always staring me down’ I cry internally
I lift my head and stare him down too “Look, you need to understand that men are constantly looking down on women, especially shorter women like me. I am sorry for not warning you about what I was planning…” I say lowering my gaze “...but I am not sorry for putting that bastard in his place” looking back up at him standing my ground.
He sighs and looks away
‘Man his side profile eats’
“Besides I don't think you will be as mad at me when I tell you what an amazing person I am…” He turns back at me with a raised eyebrow “...since I put you all through that terrible experience…I paid your tab!”
They all stare at me with mouths open. “HOW?” they yelled in unison
“I know I know I'm awesome! But jokes aside, I know the owner. She is a friend of a friend and I sent the money to my friend, explained the situation and she sent it to her. Now everyone say thank you Dani! You are the best!” I bring my arm up and strike a pose.
“Thank you Dani! You are the best!” the three boys yell in unison as they begin to bow. Of course the only one who doesn't is Tsukishima.
‘This man is so serious’
Sho walks up to me, hugs me, and whispers in my ear “are you sure you're okay?” he pulls away to look at my face. I just nod to not cause panic because honestly that was very scary. I shudder just thinking about how that could have ended. I knew I had just gotten there but I was ready to go home. Sho saw it too.
“Okay well I know you just got here but that was a scary situation so I think we should all head home.” I nod and begin to dismiss myself and once again all is well with the world. Till I hear Shoyo open his big fat mouth
“Tsukki, please walk Dani home. You guys live around the same area”
A/N: I tried making this longer than the last. Writing Danis character is so much fun! She is actually partially based off of a girl I know. I hope you enjoy this chapter!! ╰(*°▽°*)╯
I live in a world where people are really fucking stupid. I only say this because what the actual fuck was Hinata doing?
‘he can't be that dumb…can he?’
I watch as Hinata is trying to carry all the beers for our table with his two short arms.
“Please be careful hinata” I hear Akaashis pleading voice as he starts to stand up and slowly walk towards him. Just as he is about to reach him, Hinata slips on the wet floor and I watch as all our beers crash on the floor.
‘I am never letting him get my drink again’ I think as I stare daggers at him.
“IM SO SORRY” Hinata yells as he looks at me with eyes that are yelling ‘please dont kill me, please dont kill me, please dont kill me’
I sigh and stand up to tell the bartender about the accident and to reorder all the drinks. As I stand there and wait for the new drinks I drift off and think about how all of us ended up here tonight.
Honestly, I don't really understand it. We all came from different schools and definitely did not hang out enough outside of classes to be this close. I guess attending college away from your hometown will do that to you, force you to hang out with the only people you know so you don't end up alone and depressed. Hooray college.
I gather all the drinks with the help of a waitress and walk towards the table. I thank her and as I begin to sit down I hear Hinata talking about something new.
“...and she is so pretty! I know I'm short but she is definitely shorter than me…”
“No way” Oikawa snickers
“...I'm not kidding! She is like 5 feet tall!” He says grabbing his phone. “Look I will even tell her to come right now so you can all meet her and see that she is the actual definition of short!”
‘Well there goes my peaceful night’
“For the record, I am definitely not doing a joint tab now.” I say pointing at everyone sitting at the table. “I am a broke college student, okay? I cannot afford paying for something that I did not even drink or eat”
“Oh come on man, don't be a stick in the mud” Oikawa says next to me. I give him the biggest side eye and he looks away as if the wall was more interesting than my statement.
“I will pay for her! Don't worry! She is a childhood friend of mine so it's not an issue” Hinata says, smiling as if he is remembering the good old days.
We move on to talk about our high school days while waiting for Hinata's friend. I don't typically like hanging out with new people but I can't afford to be stingy since I only have like three friends here. ‘Man fuck this college shit’
I'm taking a sip of my drink when I hear this weirdly squeaky voice.
“Sho?”
I turned instinctively looking up but was surprised when I had to lower my eyes and see one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen in my life.
A/N: I know it is a very short chapter but I hope you enjoyed it so far and I will see you guys in the next chapter! (which should be soon) ☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆
Warnings: Drinking, Drugs, Abuse, Past Trauma, Slight bullying
summary:
Tsukishima has his own issues to deal with, so when Dani randomly becomes a part of his life with no problems at all he decides that she will never let her get close. He makes it his mission to remind her that there is always going to be something negative in life.
Dani walks through life without showing any of her cards. Her past is nobodies business, but when a tall handsome blondie decides that she is living life wrong she makes it her mission to prove him wrong.
A/N: Hello everyone!!! I have not posted here in 5 years (┬┬﹏┬┬). I am back and will try to regularly post! I am so excited for this story.
(I am sorry if the writing is not good. English is not my first language)
status: ongoing
taglist: (I will only make a taglist if enough people ask me (are these still a thing here??))
summary: having a roommate with his only purpose in life is the use for his dick, you finally had enough of his actions— deciding to reverse the roles.
genre: angst
warning: swearing, very suggestive themes
status: ongoing
introductions:
meet the characters ❕
table of contents:
chapter one: YOU FUCKED MY EX??
chapter two: ITTY BITTY REQUEST
chapter three: the fact that it’s ANOTHER girl
chapter four: guess who got a date 😋
chapter five: who cares about what kuroo thinks !
chapter six: well, aren’t you just a hypocrite
chapter seven: i have a plan
chapter eight: can i borrow the place :)
chapter eight - part two: who’s fucking y/n in my apartment
Hello! Can I request an angst to fluff headcanon or scenario (whatever’s most convenient for you) of HQ boys reacting to reader (their crush) suddenly not calling them by their nickname given (by reader)? (for example: from Yams to Yamaguchi) because reader is afraid that they’re being clingy?
(They both pine over each other but is not in a relationship yet because reader is too dense to see that the feeling is mutual)
(sakusa, kenma, suna, kuroo, iwaizumi, oikawa) (just choose whatever’s less bothering for you)
Thank you! You can ignore this if it’s too complicated, I love your writing, btw! Have a great day<33
when their crush stops calling them by their nickname
feat. Kuroo, Iwaizumi
♡ a/n: omg omg omg I love these sorts of like ‘withdrawn’ reader requests hehe. I only did two today to test the waters, but I’m definitely inclined to do the rest of these boys too hehe
KUROO
You and Kuroo had a cute hangout day scheduled, and the first place you two were going to was a new little cafe that opened up. And despite what Kenma had suggested, it was not a date. Kuroo simply didn’t see you that way.
“Hey Tetsu! I’m gonna head to the restroom real quick. If the waiter gets here and I’m not back you can order for me!” you say before skipping off to the restroom.
“Y/n I’m literally going to get something you hate on purpose” he calls after you, and you turn around to stick your tongue out at him.
After you finish, you peek your head out the hallway that led up to the restroom to see Kuroo still sitting there, his back faced toward you. You stealthily take out your phone to take photos to post on your story- but you stop when you hear the conversation he has with the waitress.
“Okay, and will that be all Tetsu?” the girl said, and instantly you felt your heart drop, did he know her?
“Uh.. I’m sorry what did you just call me?” Kuroo asked, taken aback.
“Oh, I just heard your friend call you that earlier. It’s super cute, totally fitting for you~” she said, batting her eyelashes at him.
Your jaw drops. Was she flirting with him. An uneasy feeling was growing in your heart but that was nothing compared to what Kuroo said next.
“Can you not call me that. I actually hate that nickname.” he said with no particular emotion in his voice. Instantly the waitress went wide-eyed apologized and let Kuroo know that his order would be out shortly.
Did he actually hate the nickname that you so often called him? The two of you weren’t even dating, perhaps he saw it as too much for him?
You made your way back to your seat, and when you caught a glimpse of Kuroo’s face, you saw how serious it looked. But the moment he saw you it brightened up. Seeing that sudden shift made you feel even worse about the situation.
“Hey, I just ordered!” he said.
You slowly nod at him, “Thanks Kuroo!” well, might as well slowly transition into using his surname since he hates hearing ‘Tetsu’.
Kuroo’s own eyes snap up at you, but before he could say anything the food arrived. The rest of the time at the cafe was spent eating and talking about how the two of you should bring Kenma here next time.
When the two of you exit the cafe, you’re still feeling a bit dejected from earlier, but you figure that maybe it wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. Plus, you would be respecting your friend’s boundaries so there’s nothing to feel guilty about!
“Oh hey, thank you for paying for me Kuroo, I owe you one!” you cheerily say, but after walking a few paces you stop and turn to see that Kuroo had stopped.
“??? Kuroo, what’s wrong?” you ask, worried he wasn’t feeling too well.
“You did it again.” he murmurs, looking down at you. His eyes pierced yours, and even though there was already a significant height difference, you couldn’t help but feel even tinier under his stare.
“I- I’m sorry? What did I do?”
“You overheard the conversation didn’t you” Kuroo says, his voice still sounding so serious it gave you chills.
“..I don’t know what you’re talking about” you lie, even though there was no use in doing so. Kuroo always knew how to read you like a map, and any slight change in behavior was terribly noticeable. You try to walk away from him, but he holds onto the back of your jacket, pulling you back and forcing you to face him.
“Listen, I know you heard what I told the waitress, and that’s why you stopped calling me Tetsu after that.” he said, watching your eyes widen and dart from his gaze.
“Yeah, so what” you mumble, “I’m just trying to respect your boundaries...”
Kuroo pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration.
“Y/n, first of all I told the waitress that because she was being kinda annoying and unprofessional. Second of all, you’re the only person I want to hear that nickname from, okay? It’s really cute coming from you.”
“O-oh... I see. Okay... Tetsu” you manage to stutter out, and Kuroo smirks at the sight of your blushing face.
“Hmm, that’s quite an interesting reaction to my words Y/n. I wonder what else you’re hiding” he teased and your eyes widened at him- he couldn’t have possibly known about your feelings for him, right?
“I suppose I could just.... no I guess I shouldn’t try to coax it out of you, that’s no fun. I very much prefer to wait until you’re comfortable to tell me.” he winks at you and you feel your heart practically pounding out of your chest. He knew.
“Well, that’s fine, although I prefer you tell me sooner rather than later, because there’s something I’d like to reveal to you too. Anyways, let’s go to our next destination” he teases once again, ruffling your hair and pulling out his phone to check the itinerary.
You’re still baffled at what just happened. Kuroo managed to hint at everything without even saying a single detail.
Looks like you were wrong. Kuroo did see you in that way.
IWAIZUMI
“Iwa-chan~” Oikawa calls out. The three of you were having a cute picnic at the park- a tradition of yours- and Iwaizumi was the last to arrive. Honestly, you were about to call out to Iwaizumi but Oikawa had you beat.
“Honestly Y/n-chan, you need to be more prepared otherwise someone else is gonna swoop in and steal him before you get the chance to confess!” Oikawa says, making sure Iwaizumi is still a considerable distance away to not hear.
“Iwa-chan doesn’t even see me like that idiot” you roll your eyes. Sure, you liked him, but you rather much preserve the friendship than to make things awkward if he didn’t reciprocate your feelings.
But before Oikawa could reply, Iwaizumi had already reached you guys and the conversation halted.
“Oi- Shittykawa I thought I told you to stop calling me that” Iwaizumi said- and your brows furrowed.
Did Iwaizumi not like being called Iwa-chan? Granted you called him that out of habit from hearing Oikawa call him that- but over time you found it a fitting nickname for him. It was cute, just like him.
But now you started to reflect over it- did it actually bother him to be called that? You started to freak out just a bit. If Oikawa- Iwaizumi’s own childhood best friend- couldn’t call him an endearing nickname, what gave you the right to call him that.
“Y/n? You alright?” Iwaizumi asked, waving a hand in front of your face.
“Hm? Oh yeah sorry Iwa-ch...Iwaizumi” you say, clearing your throat.
You quickly turn to direct your attention to the picnic basket, taking out the food and snacks for everyone- only missing the brief moment of confusion displayed on Iwaizumi’s face.
The three of you sit down, with you putting a considerable amount of space between you and Iwaizumi. This entire time you couldn’t help but think that you were being too much with him- and it all stemmed from the whole nickname dilemma.
Unbeknownst to you, this awkwardness became evident whenever you talked to him. You kept stumbling on your words, always correcting yourself halfway through when you caught yourself saying ‘Iwa-chan’ and your whole demeanor seemed more closed off than usual. But neither Iwaizumi nor Oikawa brought this up.
During a moment of silence, Iwaizumi shoots a glance at Oikawa, who gives a brief nod.
“Oh shoot, I’m getting a phone call, be right back” Oikawa suddenly says, standing up, and walking a distance away from the picnic blanket. It was clear it was staged- everyone knows Oikawa is a terrible actor.
Still, even when it was you and Iwaizumi, you found it hard to make eye contact with him.
“Hey- what’s up with you today?” he asks.
“What do you mean Iwa-c... crap Iwaizumi?”
He scoots closer to you, and you scoot back.
“Please, you’re a worse actor than Oikawa. You’re starting to act more distant with me, did I do something wrong Y/n? Because if so, I’d really like to fix it if I can”
“You did nothing wrong!!” you blurt out, feeling bad that you caused Iwaizumi to feel a bit guilty.
“Then why do you call me Iwaizumi and not Iwa-chan. Don’t act like you don’t know either- you’ve been slipping up all day” your eyes widen when you came to realize that your own efforts were quite distinct even though you meant for these changed to be subtle.
“I-..... Well I don’t know I know you don’t like it when Oikawa calls you that- and then I was just thinking what if I was crossing some boundary by calling you that too? After all, you and Oikawa have been friends forever, so if he’s not allowed to call you that, then why should I be able to. And one thought led to another and I just wanted to make sure I was respecting your personal space” you ramble, choosing to look away from Iwaizumi’s intense stare.
But you hear him sigh.
“Shittykawa can’t call me that because he’s always so annoying about it- not that he’ll even stop. You’re not like that at all...” Iwaizumi pauses to get close to you, tilting your chin upwards so you can look at him again.
“And I would be pretty heartbroken if you kept trying to distance yourself from me when I’m trying to close the gap between us” he murmurs. But when Iwaizumi realizes how close his face is to you, he backs away a bit and tries to act natural- despite his rosy red cheeks.
Before you can respond to him, Oikawa comes back from his ‘phone call’. He eyes the both of you and sees how you both are sitting closer to each other with flustered faces.
“Ugh finally, are you two lovebirds going out now? I swear it was so annoying seeing you two pine over one another”
You and Iwaizumi dart your eyes at Oikawa, and the latter realizes that no- you two are not going out yet and he just made things even more awkward.
“Oh wow, another phone call- what are the odds!” Oikawa announces, and with slumped shoulders he heads back to where he was before.
hiii I love your kuroo fic so much💞🥺, and goodluck for your blog too:), and also can i request fluff poly scenario with iwaoi where's iwa come home late and find oikawa and reader sleep on the couch waiting for him🥺 (you can ignore if this makes you uncomfy:) thxx
pairing: iwaizumi x reader x oikawa
genre: fluff
warning: like one curse word
a/n: thank you for requesting and thank you for your kind words ! i hope you all are taking care of yourselves and taking breaks when you need it . remember, a break can even be taking two minutes to just breathe and re-center yourself . i hope you enjoy ! xoxo, dani
it’s late. really late. iwaizumi sighed as he finally made his way to the apartment courtyard. exams have been kicking his ass the past week. he had been staying in the library well past midnight for the past few days studying and feeling guilty. guilty because it seemed like he was neglecting the two people he cared about the most in the world. you and oikawa had already finished exams and were now working on essays. he could easily study at home with you but he knew he needed the extra help and opted to study with his classmates who all helped each other attempt to understand the material. but in doing so, he hadn’t been able to spend much time with the two of you. he would come home after you and oikawa had fallen asleep and wake up after you had left. god, he missed you two. if he could just get through the next two days, he could finally shift his focus back to you.
opening the door to the apartment he was met with the silence he had gotten used to. he sighed again, missing how he would normally come home with oikawa and be greeted by your smiling face. now he was greeted with a covered plate of food and your two sleeping figures on the couch. every day he would text you saying that he would figure out dinner and that you didn’t have to wait up for him. every day you and oikawa would ignore it and continue to leave food out. if he was being honest, he was kind of glad the two of you ignored his requests. despite not being able to physically see you, this little gesture made him feel loved. it made him feel like he was still being cared for.
today in particular though, he felt especially guilty. for a whole week, you and oikawa had been providing food for him and staying up to wait for him and he hadn’t given anything back. exhaustion was also finally creeping up to him and he’s now realizing how much he just wants to lay in your arms and stay there until your bodies ached from no movement. he knew you were exhausted as well and yet you still waited. looking at oikawa with his legs curled underneath him and his head resting in his arms and your smaller frame snuggled up against him, iwaizumi felt his heart swell. he wanted nothing more than to cuddle up against you as well.
quietly setting his bag down, he knelt in front of you, carefully wrapping his arm around your waist and resting his other on oikawa’s thighs. his body ached as he placed his head in your lap and let out yet another tired sigh. god, he was so tired.
he felt you moving and looked up to see that you had opened your eyes. you just smiled at him and reached your hands out to run your fingers through his hair. leaning into the touch, the guilt came back.
“i’m sorry…”
“why do you say that?” you asked, your voice barely a whisper.
“i’m making you and tooru wait for me. you’re probably tired too and i’m making you wait and leave out food and-”
“shh, hajime.”
he looked up at you again, your eyes still tired but still full of the love you always had for him.
“you work hard. we know you’re stressed about exams and we want to help by giving you one less thing to worry about.”
“you’re still staying up late for me though…”
“because i want to make sure you come home safely.”
iwaizumi pressed his face into your thighs and tightened his hold on your waist. his stress momentarily leaving his body as he felt your love encompass him.
“i’m so tired...” he confessed, voice slightly muffled against your thighs.
“mm… then how about you just rest tonight?”
before he could respond, oikawa’s soft sleepy voice interrupted.
“iwa-chan is home!”
both of your attention turned towards the brown haired male. it was clear that he was still half asleep judging from his barely open eyes and his head still in his arms. but that didn’t stop him from reaching a hand out to rub against iwaizumi’s shoulder. readjusting himself slightly, his breathing steadied and he had fallen back asleep. quiet filled the room again and iwaizumi could feel his own eyelids becoming heavy. maybe tonight, if he won’t listen to his own body, he should listen to you. you who had made the effort to make sure he was fed and safe and properly taken care of. who constantly reminded him that he was loved when all he could focus on was his stress. and who’s calming voice was the last thing he heard before his exhaustion finally took over. thank god for you.
Iwaizumi Hajime x reader (ft. Mattsun. Makki, Oikawa)
summary : you are Iwaizumi’s sweet innocent girlfriend, so loved and protected by him. Little did you know, his friends also couldn’t keep their eyes over you. Matsukawa for the longest time secretly admired you, always did. Iwaizumi notices his friends behaviors.
a/n: first Iwaizumi writing! so this was supposed to take a much darker turn with Matsukawa but I decided otherwise, still weary of posting much more risque content. So, anyways, enjoy some smutty smut smut with Iwaizumi, future athletic trainer. Let me know what you all think!
summary: driven by the thrill of illegal street racing, an esteemed racer from Miyagi shows up and makes a tough bet against your abusive boyfriend in exchange for you.
genre: angst, streetracer au
warnings: illegal street racing, mentions of gambling, abuse/abusive relationships, swearing, violence, drug use, atsumu and oikawa as rivals
a/n: highly inspired from this beautiful fanart and from the 2 Fast 2 Furious movie bc i’m in love with it (missing brian o’conner hours). i had to cut it into three parts bc it’s super long. and also!! i love atsumu w all my heart pls note that his character here is not the way i depict him irl :>
masterlist.
[1/3]
Sometimes you wished you could run away.
You thought about leaving everything behind and moving to a different city, a different environment, away from this scene that was once a heaven but had turned into hell. It wasn’t like you had any choice but you were dreaming of the idea because you knew it was possible. You knew you could run away and live on your own, perhaps not now, but when you finally had the opportunity to do so.
“Just go check the engine and see it for yourself!”
For the past hour, you’ve spent your time exhaustingly listening to your boyfriend yell at his phone and completely lose his temper over something trivial. If you were honest, you didn’t wish to be sitting next to him right now but there was almost no escape to the sound of his loud voice as you find yourself inside his car that was parked at the side of an empty road in front of a local 7Eleven.
The frown on Atsumu’s face was easily noticeable along with his furrowed brows and clenched jaws. This facial expression was something you’d gotten used to seeing lately and you wanted to see him smile, even for a brief second, because you could barely remember the last time he ever genuinely looked happy next to you.
“I fucking told you I’ll get there on time!” he yelled angrily, almost crushing the phone on his veiny hand. “Stop asking stupid questions, ‘Samu!”
You let out a weary sigh. Poor Osamu.
His twin had to deal with Atsumu’s temperamental attitude and mood swings that only got worse recently because he was often under the influence of drugs. Neither you and Osamu could stop the guy from taking the substance until it came to a point where you just gave up. It was futile. The only two things that Atsumu lived for were street racing and drugs. He claimed it always gets him pumped to race against the best racers in Hyogo in hopes of winning a hefty sum of cash.
6 years ago, Atsumu was still fairly new to the street racing scene, only ever sticking to his Hyogo usuals, and rarely meeting the real guys that defined the street racing culture in all Japan.
6 years after and he still knew only handful of racers outside Hyogo because he rarely participated out-of-town races despite being known as the best in their prefecture. He had been invited to join races in Tokyo but he never dared to drive all the way there to prove himself because he claimed that ‘Tokyo is not the standard’. The thing about Atsumu was how he believed people were underneath him and that he didn’t need the number of experience to prove that he was the best. In Atsumu’s brain, he simply just had to beat the best racer of them all and that would instantly put him to the top. He believed respect was something innate to him, not something he had to earn.
But other than reality punching his gut, he was also a sore loser. Not that Atsumu had ever been defeated before, but he hated the mere idea of losing so he’d challenge anyone and everyone that were a threat to his reputation. He’d often wager heck loads of cash to lure racers in and beat them while shoving it in their faces.
“‘Samu, I’ll talk to you later,” Atsumu hissed on his phone, reaching for the pack of cigarettes that he had placed on the cup holder. “Useless piece of shit.”
“Relax,” you asserted. “You don’t wanna stress yourself before your race later.”
After realizing that his pack was, in fact, empty, he crumpled the small carton on his hand and took out a bill from his pocket. The same bill he was holding was later thrown to your direction before he gestured his head over to the store. “Buy me a pack,” he ordered in a nonchalant tone, treating you like a dog that could go fetch things for him.
What a prick.
“You don’t have to be such a fuckin’ asshole.” Although you were angry at his rude behavior, you still picked up the money he’d carelessly thrown and removed your seat belt—all these while muttering, “I swear one day I’m gonna leave your ass.”
“Say what?” He eyed you questioningly, to intimidate you which he found normal to do.
You chose to get out of the car before he could say anything further. “Nothing.”
“Whatever, bitch. Just get it fast!”
You slammed the door on his face and dragged your feet towards the store in frustration. The cold air from the airconditioning and the smell of the convenience store food greeted you as soon as you got inside. Only the checkout person was in there and you would have obliged to Atsumu’s request of buying him a cigarette ‘fast’ but the rudeness in his tone made you want to stall a little.
With a small and nasty scoff leaving your lips, you first headed towards the beverage section instead to get yourself a Mitsuya Cider. However, as you grab hold of the last standing bottle on the fridge, your hand came in contact into another person who held the same drink as you.
“I saw it first,” he promptly claimed, side-eyeing you to uphold his authority.
The guy was tall with tanned skin that matched his bronze hair and caramel eyes, but those weren’t his most noticeable traits. It was the bandaid on his cheek, the dragon tattoo on his neck that extended to his forearm, and the multiple piercings on his ear—all adding to the intimidation from his overall look. You found it quite contradicting that he had a cute, pretty boy face while also carrying a scary, bad boy aura around him. Fact was: you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find him attractive.
Still, you snorted, holding onto the bottle tighter. No matter how handsome he was, you weren’t going to give him the pretty privilege. “I held it first, piss off.”
“I like girls who fight back.” He displayed a mirthless smile as he refused to let go, now looking at your face with great interest. “I’ll let you have it if you answer my survey.”
Survey? You rolled your eyes, raising an eyebrow afterwards, “What survey?”
The guy slipped his hand from inside the pocket of his ripped jeans before pulling out his phone. “You see, just put your name in here and your phone number for reference.”
You hated how he was grinning so smugly but at the same time, you found his boldness entertaining. He was shooting his shot and you could tell by his stance that he expected you to give in.
“Nice try. I have a boyfriend,” you informed, remembering that you were keeping a guy with anger management issues waiting in his car.
The brown-haired guy shrugged. “So? I don’t see him.”
“You don’t wanna see him.” You released the bottle on your hand. “He’s insane.”
Literally, because not even a few seconds after, Atsumu showed up from behind you with a heavy frown on his face. “The fuck’s takin’ you so long?!” He noticed the guy standing on your other side and scowled before turning back to you. “Give me the fucking money! I’ll buy the pack myself.”
You really thought he would incite a fight, or at least an argument against the brown haired guy, but it caught you off guard when he simply stormed off and paid for the pack of cigarette he’d badly wanted to get.
Perhaps there was just a lot going on his head for him to even give a shit about you talking to another guy. Or, maybe, he just didn’t care that much anymore.
“He seems pleasant,” the brown-haired guy commented, grabbing the bottle and handing it to you. “It’s yours. Just remember my name, it’s Tooru Oikawa.”
He said all that with a mischievous wink before he walked out of the store just after you paid for your stuff.
And, honestly...
Why did you ever think that Atsumu was all fine and dandy with it?
Because when you walked out of the store, you saw him on the sidewalk throwing a cold-blooded punch on Tooru’s face.
“What the hell, Atsumu!”
You hurried next to Tooru who simply laughed despite the blood on his mouth that he easily spat out. “You know what happens to people who marks this pretty face?” he jeered at your boyfriend.
Atsumu glared at him, unfazed. “I don’t give a shit. Back off my girl or you won’t live to see the next sunrise.”
“Bring it on, blondie.”
“Stop it!” you yelled, pulling Atsumu away and sending Tooru an apologetic look.
While the the two guys sent each other a death stare, you insisted on keeping Atsumu away from him because you knew the danger that awaited Tooru if this escalated. You knew by experience that your boyfriend could be an extremely violent guy, especially when he was fueled by anger and you certainly didn’t want to witness another epidode of it.
You were successful at making your boyfriend back off, however it seemed that his irritation had shifted onto you because he harshly shoved you inside his black and gold Nissan GT-R. If not for your good reflexes, you would have hit your head at the roof of his car but you managed to get inside even with the pain searing on your shoulder.
Before you knew it, Atsumu already revved up his engine and drove the car off at once—speeding on the street without a single care in the world. There was absolutely just silence inside, not a single music playing on his stereo except for the sound of his roaring engine, and it went on for a couple more minutes until he spoke again in an authoritative voice.
“You’re bold for tryna flirt with another guy in front of me.” He gritted his teeth with eyes on the road. “Do it again or I’ll fucking strangle you.”
A bitter laugh naturally left your lips. He was surely good at this whole threatening game. “You’re one to talk, Atsumu. I’m not the serial cheater between the two of us.”
You frankly lost count of the amount of times that Atsumu had cheated on you with different girls that he met from every race and you were certain that he’d probably fuck one of those skanks again tonight, so it was hypocritical for him to act jealous now.
“So you’re gonna get back at me?” He snorted of overflowing sarcasm.
You kept a straight face. “If I fuck another guy, that’s none of your business at this point.”
You were proud of yourself for saying that to him but Atsumu’s sudden tight grip on your jaw stopped the sarcastic smile from tugging at your lips. At that moment, you could only feel anxiety building up. This was painfully how your relationship with him has become—him, being abusive and you, taking all the abuse because you had no other choice.
Your reason for staying? You practically spent all your life being grateful for his family for welcoming you in with them after your parents died in a car crash when you were 8 years old. You had no one else. If Atsumu’s parents weren’t close enough with your own parents like family, nobody would have adopted you and you’d most likely be homeless.
Eventually, living with the Miya’s also meant that you got closer to the twins, just a little bit more to Atsumu than Osamu because of, well, love. Once upon a distant time when Atsumu was still completely lovable and sweet, you fell in love with him after years of trying to win your heart.
However, he drastically changed and your feelings changed, too. You were no longer sure if your reason for staying with him was still driven by just love, because you knew that that same love had turned into loathe.
Even if you and Atsumu had moved in together by yourselves, it only opened more flaws into your relationship because he was getting more and more comfortable at physically hurting you knowing that he was going to get away with it.
Because you’d end up forgiving him and you had no where else to go.
“You’re not in the position to talk back,” he spitefully reminded you, leaving warm tears filling your eyes from his strong hold on your jaw. He harshly released your face and continued driving, never saying sorry and never telling you he loved you.
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It was pretty quick for Osamu to point out the light marks on your jaw once he realized that they weren’t hickeys at all. They were bruises from his twin brother after he had almost choked you this afternoon because of his unwarranted jealousy. The better twin didn’t approve of his brother’s violence, however he couldn’t really persuade him into fixing his attitude because Atsumu wouldn’t listen to anyone but himself.
Besides, you weren’t their main concern for the night.
Tonight, you were at an abandoned parking lot with the Miya Twins, Suna, and Kita along with the other spectators who were all awaiting for another race to happen. Cars of different brands, designs, and modifications were all lined up in display for everyone to see. Every racer has their own crew and supporters cheering for them to possibly snatch the crown from the undefeated Atsumu Miya. Even though the whole place was pretty much loud, you could still hear someone blasting Act A Fool from their stereo with girls in mini skirts and crop tops surrounding the area. This had been a typical scene for you for the last 4 years of being known as Atsumu’s ‘trophy girlfriend’. He was putting you on display because you were always watching his races on the sideline even when he hardly ever paid attention to you.
That was also the reason why no one had dared to ask you out because, even if Atsumu was an open cheater, he would still threaten guys who ever tried to get near you.
“You showed up late,” Suna pointed out while sitting on the hood of his modified maroon Toyota GT86. Suna was the second best racer in the crew, albeit still considered a rookie for having lesser races than Atsumu.
“Fuck off,” was Atsumu’s answer before he left you alone standing next to his car as he went to meet Aran Ojiro, the race host/organizer for all the street races in Hyogo.
Since the moment you two arrived, Atsumu had never spoken another word to you and it left you hurt and most definitely infuriated. He was acting like you were the one who grabbed him by the jaw enough to bruise his face and frankly, you were growing tired of all the things he was doing to you.
“He hurt you again, huh,” Kita noted, briefly glancing at the light marks on your jawline. Kita was the contact of the crew—he was in charge of delivering messages and other information to the crew such as when the next race would be or if there were any cops on standby. He was the main man in terms of communication between the other gangs and the event hosts.
You touched your neck and wished you should have worn a turtleneck instead of the beige tank top and mini skirt because you realized that the bruises were far too obvious even at night time. “He didn’t really hurt me.”
“You don’t have to lie for that bastard.” There was a look of disapproval that came from Osamu when he shut down the hood of his brother’s car after carefully checking the car parts as the crew’s mechanic. “Just break up with him.”
He was only stating the truth because as you looked at Atsumu, he was far too busy entertaining some of the dumb bitches that surrounded him, whispering on his ear and playing with the collar of his shirt like a bunch of desperate whores. He even held one girl on the ass like he didn’t have a girlfriend watching him.
“Go fuck yourself, Atsumu. I hope you lose tonight,” you muttered from a distance, crossing your arm and sitting next to Sunarin who suppressed a cackle.
“Don’t wish that, we need the money too,” Suna joked, nudging your arm playfully. “Hey, why don’t you start racing? You can borrow my car and race for a pink slip so you can get your own.”
The term ‘racing for pink slips’ simply meant that you’d be able to obtain the opponent’s car as a prize if you won the race. You’ve thought about doing it before but you just weren’t confident that Atsumu would easily let you. Having your own car meant you’d have your own freedom to do what you wanted which was what he didn’t want.
“I don’t know,” you answered with a shrug. “Come on, Suna. Don’t act like you’d ever let me touch this baby of yours.”
He silently laughed as he played with his car keys. “Maybe you’re an exception ‘cause you’re a sister to me and I trust your driving skills.”
“My driving skills, huh.” You shook your head in good humor. “How’s the chick from your neighborhood that owned a pink Honda S2k?”
You brought it up because you remembered that there was a girl that Suna literally challenged for a race many times before but he always somehow ended up losing to her. You had a theory that maybe Sunarin liked her despite antagonizing the girl at every race, but you couldn’t also deny that she was a good driver overall.
It seemed that Kita caught on and proposed the same theory, “I swear you like her. This whole rival thing is just a front.”
“No, the fuck I don’t,” Suna quickly denied, absolutely detesting the thought.
Before you could even respond, a scene-stealer and perfectly modified electric blue Chevrolet Corvette pulled up in the middle of the lined cars completely taking everyone’s full attention. Literally everyone in the parking lot stopped what they were doing as they all turned to the gorgeous car in both curiosity and amazement.
“Woah, woah! Is that a Corvette C7?” some guy fanboyed from the other side of the parking lot.
“Think it’s a C8 Stingray, bro!”
“Sick car!” Suna gushed, just as awestruck along with the other racers and spectators. He even took out his phone to snap a quick photo of it.
However, it wasn’t the car that surprised you the most, it was the driver.
As soon as the owner got out of his car, you almost shit your pants at the sight of him. The brown hair, the tattoos, the smirk—they were all familiar to you.
“Tooru Oikawa,” you spoke in utter surprise. He asked you not to forget his name and you definitely couldn’t.
You watched the guy earn looks of intrigue from everyone like a famous celebrity as he made his way to greet Aran who was collecting bets for tonight’s race. You couldn’t hear their conversation because the song Like A Pimp was playing from a stereo nearby, however you did notice that Oikawa and Aran seemed to know each other well.
You just couldn’t believe it. It felt like such a crazy coincidence that the man that flirted with you earlier was a street racer after all because it was the least you expected from him.
“You know the guy?” Osamu asked you, eyeing Oikawa who was grinning at whatever Aran was saying to him.
You nodded with your eyes still stuck on the said guy. “Yeah. We, uh, bumped into him this afternoon.”
Fuck. You were suddenly reminded of how Atsumu punched this guy in the face after he had asked for your number.
And funnily enough, all the girls that flocked Atsumu were now directing their attention towards this newcomer. You couldn’t blame them. It seemed to have riled your boyfriend up because his hands were balled into fists as soon as the two guys recognized each other. Tooru wasn’t affected, in fact, they faced each other like two boxers preparing for a brawl. His face was simply smug and definitely the annoying kind of smug.
“Oh no,” you mumbled, pulling Suna and the crew towards them. “They had an altercation earlier. We need to prevent another fight.”
By the time you came to Atsumu’s side, you could already hear the insults and remarks coming out of your boyfriend’s mouth. Jesus.
“So what’re you tryna do here, huh?” he taunted, keeping a strict eye contact with Tooru. “Showing off your daddy’s car?”
There were ‘oohs’ that collectively came from the crowd as you all watched the two run their mouths. Tooru, on the other hand, was even more entertained and something told you that this was also the kind of scene that he was used to.
“Not sure ‘bout that,” Tooru responded, derisively. “I’m not the one driving daddy’s old GTR. Yours is more expensive than mine after all, ain’t it?”
Atsumu was quick to grab him by the shirt. “Watch it, punk.”
Your instinct led you to get in between and separate the two for the second time today. Suna and Osamu helped with holding Atsumu back while Tooru’s eyes finally found yours at that exact moment.
His lips instantly formed its trademark smirk just as he completely glued his gaze on you and never even bothering to look away. This very act was a declaration of war against Atsumu, because although knowing that you already had a boyfriend, Tooru was still pursuing you.
“What’s up, baby,” Tooru greeted you with a wink, causing your boyfriend to fume in jealousy.
“Tooru, what are you doing here?” you asked, feeling all eyes on the two of you.
He didn’t even show the slightest interest towards anyone else but you. And even more, he seemed to have loved the fact that you referred to him by his first name. “Just thought it’d be fun to crash out-of-town races, plus I don’t wanna miss out on seeing a hot chick like you.”
Is he crazy?
Atsumu began laughing in disbelief. “I knew you’re not from here. Who the fuck do you think you are, huh?”
“Aran knows who the fuck I am,” Tooru answered, mocking Atsumu’s tone of voice before urging for Aran to speak up.
“Aight, this guy’s the Grand King from Miyagi,” Aran then explained, much to everyone’s shock.
The fucking Grand King?!
You’ve heard enough about him from some of the racers who did out-of-town races, and from what you’ve heard, Tooru got the moniker ‘Grand King’ because he would crash out-of-town races just to beat every single gang and crew leaders from all prefectures across Japan. Well, except Hyogo for now, but this was obviously on his list.
He was that good.
He was also insane, because no one in Miyagi was good enough to beat him which was why he would travel to every prefecture just to fill himself the thrill he wanted.
“Grand King, my fuckin’ ass,” Atsumu spat, pulling your arm roughly while looking at him. “Race me.”
You winced from Atsumu’s hold, whispering a silent “ouch” as his nails dug onto your skin. Oikawa noticed this because his eyes flickered in anger for a brief second.
“Let her go,” he ordered, only to receive your boyfriend’s sarcastic chuckle.
“I’ll do what I fucking want with her,” he claimed. “She’s mine.”
You tried to jerk your arm to no avail. “Atsumu, you’re hurting me—”
“Stop hurting her, ‘Tsumu,” Osamu commanded.
Atsumu became pissed at that. “Shut yer trap!” he yelled at his brother’s face before releasing you.
Your chest was aching along with the red marks on your forearm. Suna immediately pulled you behind him and stood to protect you while Atsumu continued his conversation with Oikawa.
“What, too scared to race me?” Atsumu mocked, pushing Oikawa’s chest to incite a brawl. “I thought you’re the Grand King, huh?”
“Ooh.. Fight! Fight! Fight!”
“I’m not scared to lose and I hate guys who have bigger mouths than their car’s engine,” Oikawa retorted in a firmer stance. “Let’s race. If I lose, you get my car and I’ll pay you a hundred grand to match the GTR’s price. Clean and clear.”
What the—
The stakes were high for Atsumu and everyone else were shocked at the offer Oikawa just gave him. Seriously. A hundred fucking grand and a Chevy Corvette C8—nobody in their right mind would reject this chance.
“You willing to say good bye to your car that easily?” your boyfriend sneered, already claiming his victory.
However, the Grand King remained confident. “I have a McLaren at home. I’m not worried about a Chevy, bro.”
The audience broke into hoots of laughter. Even Suna and Kita couldn’t prevent themselves from displaying an impressed smile. Something about Tooru Oikawa being unbothered about losing his Corvette because he had a freaking McLaren car definitely just thrashed on Atsumu’s superiority complex.
With this, Atsumu huffed in total aggravation. “And if I lose?”
“Simple.” Oikawa’s eyes met yours. “I get her.”
You froze from your spot as you looked into his eyes and just couldn’t wrap your mind around the deal he just made. Your heart doubled a beat and raced like it was on its sixth gear because never in a million years did you think that you were going to be wagered into a fucking street race like you were some kind of a trophy.
This is was just absurd.
You furrowed your brows. “Are you crazy—”
“Fine.” Atsumu’s answer completely shocked you along with the audience.
Fine? Did he literally just agree to hand you over to a stranger? Was it that easy for him to lose you like you didn’t build a relationship for the last few years? Over a fucking bet? You knew Atsumu no longer loved you like he used to but this was the peak of it.
“You know you can’t try to get her back once she’s mine, right?” Oikawa warned, watching Atsumu’s expression closely.
You were honestly offended at how they didn’t even consider your feelings before deciding on their crazy bet.
“Yeah,” Atsumu answered, clenching his fist to restrain his anger. “You can have her, but you have to get through me first.”
“Atsumu,” you snarled. “How fucking dare you.”
“Piss off,” he told you, watching Oikawa’s scoff from the way the guy completely disregarded your feelings.
It didn’t take long until the actual race was set and the audience surrounded the two. Aran later checked the modifications between both cars to decide if it would be a fair fight and all the while, Suna was doing his best to comfort you on the side.
“It’d be okay,” he said, rubbing your back.
Osamu ended up checking under the hood of Atsumu’s black and gold Nissan GT-R even though he already knew all of its specifications by heart. “Engine is a twin-turboed 3.6 liter V-6 with Nitrous Express in-car nitrous system,” he announced to an impressed crowd. “Also an intercooler and a 545 horsepower.”
“Top speed?” Aran asked, turning to the car’s owner.
“220mph,” Atsumu boasted, sending his opponent a nasty look.
Oikawa just nodded in agreement. “Not bad.”
Soon enough, they went over to the Chevrolet Corvette C8 and Osamu was greatly surprised when he checked what was under the hood.
“Engine is a 6.2 liter LT2 small-block V-8. He’s got a Lingenfelter Extreme-S exhaust and a NOS fogger system,” Osamu explained, turning to Aran who then looked at Oikawa.
“Top speed?”
The brown-haired guy shrugged. “200 minus the nitro.”
“No downplay?”
“You’ve seen it, bro.”
You could see the winning smile on Atsumu’s face at the fact that his car could go faster by 20mph and it made you roll your eyes heavily. No matter how fast his car was, it would always depend on the skill. Atsumu only ever cared about the speed than the strategy and the only reason he kept winning was because he owned one of the fastest cars.
“Aight, we good?” Aran clapped his hands to get everyone’s attention before he looked at the two racers. “All good? The race is a 5km stretch along the construction site. We got people bordering the area so you know the path. First one to get back wins.”
“Sounds good, man.” Oikawa grinned, making all the girls fall for his charm. He only appeared today, but he had already gained lots of fangirls.
Meanwhile, you were surprised when Atsumu approached you from where you stood and pulled you in for a rough kiss—in front of everybody—which he rarely did. And when he pulled away, he looked at you with less affection but more rage. “Get in the fucking car with me. I’ll show this prick who owns you.”
“I-I don’t—!” You couldn’t even decline because he already gripped your arm and pushed you inside while Oikawa watched in displeasure.
“Kissing her in front of me won’t make me want her any less,” Oikawa sniggered for one last time before getting in his car and Atsumu flicked him off soon after that.
“This is fucking stupid,” you hissed under your breath, leaning your head on the window with a frown.
The two guys revved their engine up as their cars were side by side in front of the red line. Aran stood in the middle to discuss the rules, the wager, and all the shit they needed to know before the race. You knew the two guys weren’t even listening because they kept glancing at each other tauntingly, with Atsumu staring daggers at Oikawa and Oikawa giving him a sardonic peace sign in return.
Despite the guy’s sarcastic wit, you didn’t miss the flash of sincerity when Oikawa briefly looked at you, most likely telling himself that he’d do whatever it took to win you. What you couldn’t really understand was why he chose you as the prize because this was just unreasonable. He must have wanted something else—something more.
And yet, this was the first time that someone was genuinely fighting for you.
As the flagger finally counted down to 1, Atsumu hit the gas pedal and immediately accelerated the car at a speed faster than you’ve ever seen him do. It was clear as day that Atsumu was fueled by anger and driven by the motivation to beat the other guy. And, you realized, it definitely wasn’t just about you. He was seizing the opportunity of dethroning the Grand King now that it was in his hands, whether he loses you or not, he was gearing more towards his pride and reputation than to keep you by his side.
To be fucking honest? It sucked.
Knowing that your boyfriend cared more about anything else than your own feelings. In the first place, he never regarded your feelings whenever he physically hurt you and now he was also disregarding you emotionally. Osamu was right—what was stopping you from just simply breaking up with him?
The fear of loneliness? The fear of being abandoned? It wasn’t enough for you to take all of the abuse and you should have realized that sooner.
“You know I’m not just an object, right?” you stated, watching him shift his gears aggressively.
“Shut the hell up!” he snapped, glancing at the rear view mirror as he went pass the Corvette. “I don’t know why that punk likes you so much but I’m not gonna let him touch my things.”
His words made you scoff, bitterly. “I’m a thing?”
“I said shut up, will you?!” He steered the car to the left with a scowl. “You’d be on the streets if we didn’t take you. You should humble yourself.”
His words hurt ten times worse than the pain he ever inflicted on your body. That was what you’ve been doing all this fucking time—not being able to leave because you felt like you owed him and his family for the life they gave you, but here he was pouring salt to the wound.
“You’ve changed, Atsumu,” you said, swallowing the bile forming on your throat. He didn’t even listen to you. He was too busy grumbling as Oikawa’s car drafted closely from behind.
His engine roared and you could hear Atsumu cursing under his breath as he made another turn.
Surprisingly, Oikawa skillfully oversteered his car and drifted with much precision until he was able to catch up in speed. The sound of his screeching tires rang on your ears for a few seconds, and in less than a minute, his car was head-to-head with Atsumu’s.
Oikawa’s face was visible from his window as he looked at your boyfriend, pulling a v-sign below his mouth and displaying his tongue in between—bluntly mocking your boyfriend with the sexual act that he planned on doing to you, whether or not it was genuine.
You weren’t going to lie. Oikawa’s sarcastic and carefree nature almost earned a chuckle out of you, but this caused enough rage for Atsumu to hit the NOS button.
It felt like your heart fell to your stomach when the car accelerated to a dangerous speed. The sound of the turbo was deafeningly loud that you’d think you were speeding off to another dimension.
“What’chu got now, huh?!” Atsumu derided, laughing in absolute mockery.
It was the last turn.
You clutched the seatbelt as you watched his speedometer go from 180 to 200, but not long until he saw a roadblock sign that ultimately caused him to panic.
“Watch out!” you nervously exclaimed.
Atsumu steered the car to the left and ended up losing his control for a brief second.
A mere 3 seconds.
But those seconds were enough for Oikawa to catch up again and utilize his own NOS, boosting his car with the power of nitrous.
“Aghh!” Atsumu pressed his foot on the accelerator in extreme anger, chasing Oikawa very closely and bumping into him side by side. “I’m not letting you win!”
For the first time throughout the race, you saw Oikawa’s serious face and how clearly focused he was in reaching the finish line with enough determination. His vision was only on the finish line and his focus could not be broken.
Good for him, because he did win by an inch.
Because you were his finish line.
The crowd ran and surrounded Oikawa’s car after he won the race while Atsumu pulled up behind and stayed in the car. He took long, deep breaths of frustration and you suddenly felt scared that he wasn’t going to take his defeat lightly.
“Atsumu, it’s—”
“You wanted this, right?” he suddenly spoke, chest rising and falling with his restrained temper. He soon grabbed a handful of your hair and looked at you with furious eyes. “You wanted to go to him! You wanted me to lose!”
“Atsumu, get... off—” You tried to pull his hand away from your hair. You expected he would take his anger at you like he always did, but not as soon as now. “Stop being a fucking dick to me! You’re the one who can’t race for shit!”
“You think I didn’t fucking see how you looked at him, huh?”
“Let me go!”
You were grateful when the crew came and Osamu was banging Atsumu’s window to get him to stop hurting you. His grip was strong but you managed to reach the lock with your other hand which was enough for Suna to open your door and help you off Atsumu’s hold.
“Dude, that’s enough,” Suna demanded, finally removing your bastard boyfriend’s hands off you with the help of Kita.
You didn’t realize that you were already a crying mess as soon as you got out of the car and the crowd’s attention had shifted onto you. Particularly a very angry Oikawa.
Some girls approached your side in both worry and concern.
“Hey, are you alright?”
“Are you okay?”
You couldn’t answer the kind girls that reached out to you because your eyes were fixated on Oikawa who was heading towards Atsumu to throw a hard punch on his face.
“Get your fuckin’ hands off her. You don’t hurt a girl like that!” Oikawa glowered at the guy, readying himself in case Atsumu fought back but Osamu and Kita held him tight.
“Race me again!” Atsumu proposed in utter vexation.
However, Oikawa had already turned his back and headed towards you.
“I don’t race losers,” he merely said, earning a growl from your now ex-boyfriend.
When your breathing had calmed down, you could see Atsumu trying to argue with Oikawa but the man’s attention was all on you.
“You good?” he asked, to which you nodded.
Before anyone could even speak again, there was a siren going off from a distance and the crowd quickly dispersed, with someone yelling, “Cops! Cops!” and it didn’t take long for the cars to drive off in every direction.
“Get in my car,” Oikawa insisted, opening the door to his Corvette.
“Y/N!” Atsumu yelled, eyeing you with authority and urging you to go to him. “You’re not going with him!”
You didn’t stay to see his reaction. “It’s over, Atsumu.”
———————————————————————
It was an exhausting night and the whole high-speed police car chase added to the rollercoaster of emotions that you just went through. But despite all that, there were also many things that you noticed about Oikawa while you rode with him in his car.
a) He was a really good driver
He managed to escape the cops’ line of sight by speeding off the freeway without causing damages or any casualties. At one point, he even drove in a narrow distance between two huge trucks while nearing 200mph.
b) He was pretty fucking smart
He was knowledgeable enough on how the police operates which was exactly why he managed to dodge the EMPs (Electro Magnetic Pulse) that the police officers tried to shoot on his car.
“What were those?” you inquired as he drove away from the city.
He glanced from his side mirror and then back to you. “They’re these hi-tech car zappers or tasers if you’re more familiar with that. If you get hit by one, it delivers a blast of radio waves powerful enough to knock out vital engine electronics, making the targeted vehicle stall and slowly come to a stop. That way they can catch and arrest you.”
You literally had no idea that those things even existed. “You’ve been arrested before, have you?” you asked, not meaning to offend him, but just out of curiosity.
His lips then spread into a smile. “No, they always give up on chasing me.”
———————————————————————
At 1AM, you realized that he was driving more relaxed after the cops had completely stopped pursuing him and then it clicked to you that this guy was now driving out of Hyogo.
“Where are we going?” you asked, looking at the road signage in panic.
He manned the steering wheel with one hand. “Home.”
You looked at him in surprise while your heart started thumping loud. Frankly, it still hasn’t sunk in that this guy won you as a prize and you had no single idea what he had in mind.
He quickly noticed the expression on your face and huffed, “You don’t wanna go back to that bastard, don’t you?”
It was an 11-hour drive from Hyogo to Miyagi so you definitely could not come back as easily as you wanted, but you also realized, you did want this. You had the chance to finally leave your life with Atsumu and start somewhere new. This was your cue. This was the perfect opportunity to do it.
Still, Oikawa was a stranger and would remain a stranger for the time being.
“N-No, but,” you hesitated, looking away. “I don’t trust you.”
“You can trust me not to hurt you like he does,” he said, turning his stereo on. “Relax. It’s a long drive and I’m not a serial killer, by the way.”
He offered a chuckle as you eased on your seat, taking a small blanket that he reached from the backseat while he kept a playful hand on your thigh. The song Tokyo Drift was playing from his bass-boosted stereo and gosh, you wished you could just keep watching him drive so attractively.
But there was another thing on your mind that was bothering you and you only got the courage to say it as he pulled up at a driveway of a motel in the middle of fucking nowhere.
summary: iwaizumi wants to find out who keeps leaving him a bottle of water with a little note whenever he’d fall asleep in the library or the “I work in the library and I’m a little concerned for your health bc you never stop studying”
word count: 4.4k
pairing: iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader
a/n: it’s just all fluff from me rn bc i’m working on so much angst im in need of some fluff in my life
THE WIND COLLECTS THE LOOSE STRANDS OF YOUR HAIR as you hurry towards the library of your campus where you’d worked every night for a few good months now. Today wasn’t any different, and you’re scrambling to make it on time for your shift.
Not that you’d miss much. Your 10pm-2am shift was usually quiet which allowed you the time to do your homework or study or read whatever you’d like to. You often had the freedom to look through the books of the library anyway. At least that was the case when you first started, but about a week ago, you’d been having a constant visitor.
His usual setting? The campus library at 11pm. Cups of coffee hidden under the table in a weak attempt to conceal the fact that he was breaking library rules. He isn’t new to you at all — you’ve known him for a good week, but you made no comment about his studying habits.
“It’s that boy again.” muttered Yui, with an amused look on her face.
A/N: this was supposed to be a 1.5k pwp. idk what happened. thank u to @atsumuse for hyping me up the entire time i was writing this and being my baeta
Two weeks. It’s been two weeks since that one crazy, unbelievable drunk night when you spilled your guts about how sexy you thought Miya Atsumu, MSBY Setter #13, was. Since then, it feels like you’ve constantly been walking on air. After Bokuto had so rudely interrupted your video call with Atsumu, the latter had been quick to give you his number, asking you if you had time the following day to “finish what we started”.
Unfortunately, you didn’t. As much as you wanted to drop all of your responsibilities, you’d had prior obligations and couldn’t find any excuse out of them. You cursed being an adult, responding with disappointment and shaky fingers, hoping that Atsumu wouldn’t ghost you for not jumping at the opportunity to meet up with him. Luckily, he was completely understanding, saying that the next time he’ll be in town will be in two weeks and that he hopes he’ll get the chance to see you then.
That didn’t stop you two from texting each other nonstop, especially now that you had his number. At first you were hesitant, not wanting to come off as too clingy or obsessive, but with every passing day and text exchanged between the two of you, that quickly wore off. It helped that Atsumu always returned your enthusiastic energy and reciprocated the eager itch you felt in your fingers.
(a/n: ok so i got a couple requests for a second part of this prompt but i didn’t wanna post them separately so i compiled them here!!
there were different character requests so i’ll definitely keep that in mind for future reference :)) for this prompt, i wrote all of them in the timeskip if anyone needed clarification💞 anyways thank you guys so much for requesting; i hope you like it!
this is not my best work; i wrote this when i was really tired :( but i’ll try to make it up to y’all later hehe)
kenma
your boyfriend is pretty lazy himself honestly
he doesn’t like to go out and do stuff all that much
but at the same time he is pretty busy at home
most of the time he’s just gaming
even though he does most of his work at home, you don’t get to spend that much time with him
but today kenma was in an even worse mood than usual
he was irritated, tired, and felt like he was going out of his mind all day
but you hadn’t seen him at all today, so you’re not aware of this
you walk into his work room with some food (he hadn’t eaten all day) and sneak into his lap, pressed against him tightly, as you usually do
you talk about your day, rambling about random things and combing your hands through his hair, untangling the knots
you ask him if he has any laundry for you to clean, and he doesn’t respond
you poke at him
“kenma? babe? were you paying attention to—”
“fuck, y/n, can’t you just leave me alone for a day? i’m in a bad mood already, and i don’t need you smothering me. you always do this, y/n. i don’t need you to take care of me; i can do everything by myself.”
you hadn’t realized how annoyed your clinginess was
so you disentangle yourself, muttering an apology under your breath, and leave, closing the door behind you
the next day, kenma wakes up feeling a lot better than he did yesterday, despite having fallen asleep at his gaming desk.
for once, he’s actually hungry, since he refused your dinner last night. he feels a little bad about what he said to you, but you probably know that he didn’t mean it. sometimes he gets in these moods, and you know them better than anyone.
he gets up and goes to the kitchen to see what you’ve made for the both of you. surprisingly, you’re not in there, like you would usually be, and there’s no delicious aroma or evidence of use at all. maybe they left it in the fridge? he thinks. but the refrigerator is empty, too.
now that he thinks about it, the apartment is a little more out of shape than usual. some of his clothes lay wrinkled on chairs and his mangas are scattered where he left them, instead of in his work room where you always put them. strange, he thinks.
he sees you on the couch and brightens. he’s missed you, and he wants to ask you if you’d like to do something together today. it’s been so long since he’s been able to just be with you.
but when he approaches you, you just smile at him and get up, retreating into your room and closing the door. he stands there, confused.
he doesn’t understand why you’re acting so strange today.
but on your end..
his words from yesterday stung. you really loved to care for your boyfriend; it was one of your favorite ways to show him you loved him. but he didn’t see it that way, because he expressed that he felt smothered; that he could take care of himself. so you’ve decided to back off a little bit.
kenma is working in his room when he hears the door open. he sits, up, setting down his controller and waiting for you to settle on his lap like usual and cuddle him for a little while he plays. but instead, you creep in warily, like you don’t know if you’re allowed to be there. you see his eyes on you and freeze before slipping back out like you were never in there to begin with.
“y/n, wait—”
you’re already gone though, and now kenma’s actually concerned. he gets up and ventures out into the bedroom, where you’re huddled up on the bed. he sits down next to you and attempts to pull you in, which you refuse.
“baby, what’s wrong?” he whispers. “why are you being so distant today?”
there’s tears in your eyes, and you’re attempting to smile for him, but it just looks wobbly and wrong.
“isn’t that what you wanted?” you ask shakily. “y-you said i was smothering you, so i just thought—”
he cuts you off with a kiss, pulling you in sweetly and firmly, and you sigh.
“i’m sorry for lashing out at you last night,” he apologizes. “i didn’t mean anything i said to you, okay?”
you look up at him with teary eyes.
“i love the way you do things for me and tell me about your day and cuddle with me. i know i’m absolute shit at expressing it, but i really like it when you take care of me.”
he nuzzles your nose with his, pressing short and sweet kisses on your lips between sentences.
“so what you’re saying is.. cuddles?” you ask, hopeful. he stares at you, golden eyes half-lidded contentedly.
“whatever you want.”
osamu
you love everything about your relationship with miya osamu
the dates, the food (oh my GOD the food), the everything
but more than anything, you LOVE cuddling with him
he’s always warm and soft and snuggly
but yesterday, you and osamu got in a fight
you argued that he was spending so much time managing the restaurant that he was forgetting about you
he thought you were being absolutely ridiculous
“y/n, you’re overreacting. stop being over dramatic.”
“over dramatic? is that what this is? okay, sorry for wanting to have a moment alone with my fucking boyfriend!”
“it’s not my fault that you’re so fucking clingy?! don’t put this on ME. always forcing your dumb affection on me when it’s CLEAR that i don’t want you to!”
ouch😐
even after the both of you apologized and called it quits, you thought about it all night
maybe he was right
you went to bed and drifted into a fitful sleep
today is osamu’s day off, and he’s looking forward to having a day to relax with you.
after the fight the two of you had, he’s just happy to have the whole day to make up and spend some time together.
when he wakes up with you next to him, he nudges at you affectionately. you’re already half awake, and you smile back at him. he waits for you to take the cue and snuggle into his side like usual, so that the two of you can continue resting together, but you turn around on your side. he frowns.
later in the day, you’re watching a movie, and he tugs at your sweatshirt, hoping you’ll settle into his lap and give him some kisses. instead, you sit next to him, a little bit of space between you, and don’t look at him again.
then, the both of you are making dinner, and he comes up behind you, to which you dodge him skillfully. he almost whines; desperate for some affection. you’re not giving him anything today, and he’s getting touch-starved.
“baby, is something wrong?” you ask at his frown.
he shakes his head and continues chopping vegetables.
the two of you have gotten ready for bed and are laying under the covers when he crawls over to you and lays his arm over your torso. you push him off gently, only for him to put it on you again. you sigh.
“babe—”
“why won’t you let me cuddle you today?”
honestly, you want nothing more than for him to cuddle you all day, holding you in his arms. but clearly it’s annoying, and you’d like to avoid fights like the one you had last night at all costs.
“last night.. you mentioned that i force my affection on you. and i realized that you were right. and i’m just working on it, okay?” you look away.
osamu’s heart sinks. you’re still on this? he thought he’d made it clear that he truly didn’t mean anything he said during the fight, but he realizes that insecurities don’t just go away.
“baby..” he whispers, pulling you into his lap. you won’t look at him. “look at me.” you shake your head, so he brings your chin up with his hand.
“you don’t ‘force’ your affection on me, okay? i love how affectionate you are with me. i like that you can feel safe in my arms and that you like being close to me all the time. it’s the way you express your love for me, and i think it’s perfect.”
tears well up in your eyes, so you bury your face in his chest to hide it.
“i love you so much, ‘samu,” you whisper, sniffling.
he smiles softly down at you, and pulls you in even closer, flush against him.
“and i love you.”
suna
suna is a very lowkey, chill person
this applies to basically everything in his life
but when he gets angry it’s very easy for him to lash out
yesterday, suna had a terrible day
he was just getting irritated by everyone and while he wanted to come home and rest, he didn’t want to deal with your questions
but you didn’t know about how his day went, so you asked him questions anyway, hoping to find out how he was feeling and if he needed anything
but his annoyance was growing, and you weren’t picking up on it
you laid a hand on his arm, and that’s when he finally lost it
he shoved your hand away, irritated
“can’t you just leave me alone? i don’t want to talk to you right now, and you being clingy isn’t helping.”
you reeled back, stung, but decided you’d leave him alone
you slept on the couch, afraid to upset him even more
suna wakes up to the sun filtering through the blinds, and slides a hand over to your side of the bed, expecting to find you lying next to him, but comes up empty. he frowns, missing your warmth.
he gets up and moves to the living room, finding you lying on the couch. he nudges you gently to wake you up.
“good morning, baby,” he whispers against your lips, and you don’t even smile at that, just grabbing your blanket and relocating to the bedroom. he’s confused by your mood, and follows you back into the bedroom.
“you wanna cuddle?” he offers, slipping into the bed next to you, only for you to hmph petulantly, rolling over on your side, away from him.
that’s weird, suna thinks. y/n almost never refuses my cuddles.
you do wake up later, seeing rintarou in the kitchen, and take out a snack from the pantry, ignoring his own offers to make you food.
it’s not that you’re mad at him, because you’re really not, but you’re still a little hurt at how he treated you last night. you know he was just having a bad day, but now you don’t want to receive his affection, scared to come off as annoying again.
“baby, are you mad at me?” he asks when the two of you are in bed. you shake your head, eyes still glued to your book.
rintarou tries again to cuddle you, but you push him away again. he sighs, unsure why you’re acting this way. he takes your book and closes it, inciting a reaction from you.
“hey, you didn’t even bookmark—”
you stop short at seeing his gaze locked on you and shrink back.
“then why aren’t you being affectionate with me?”
you sigh, not wanting to get into this now.
you do anyway.
“you called me annoying, rin. excuse me for not wanting to be affectionate when apparently that behavior is irritating,” you mumble.
suna stops short. annoying? how could you have ever been— oh.
suna had completely forgotten about last night. he never apologized for lashing out at you.
ignoring your protests, rintarou pulls you into his chest and noses at your hair.
“‘m sorry,” he mutters into your hair, breathing you in and basking in your warmth. you still, and he pulls you close. “i’m sorry for calling you those things, okay? please don’t stop being affectionate with me; i miss it,” he admits, and you finally look up at him.
“i’m not annoying?” you ask, voice tiny.
“no, baby. i love your cuddles and your kisses and how adorable you are when you’re sleepy. i just love you.”
you’re speechless at his honesty, so you just nuzzle at his collarbone and breathe his scent in instead.
“you know, you acted like a child today,” he teases.
Warnings: 18+ smut, age gap, older man/younger woman, barely legal, squirting, rough sex, daddy kink, alcohol mention, questionable ethics, d/s dynamics, overstimulation, degrading language, touch of subspace, unprotected sex, breeding kink, slight dubcon if you squint but it’s all consensual, Ukai’s dick is pierced, exhibitionism(?)
Genre: Smut, just so much smut
Word count: 9.4k
Author’s note: Here is my contribution to the new HQHQ collab!! You can find the masterlist right here! Big big thank you to @sempiternal-amour and @inaflashimagine for beta-ing this monster fic, ilysm <3 This is so incredibly self-indulgent, I even inserted my nickname ~for spice~. Anyways, enjoy my incoherent screaming uwu
Summary: When you go over to your friend’s house for a study session you don’t anticipate meeting her very attractive father, and you surely don’t anticipate the very same man fucking you over their couch.
“Hey, I apologize in advance for anything weird my dad says or does. You know how dads are,” Hitomi explains as she pulls into the driveway of her house.
It’s small but nice and well-manicured, situated in the cul de sac of a middle-class suburb.
“Dad, we’re here,” she shouts up the stairs, setting her keys on the small table next to the front door. Hitomi’s gaze drifts to the tall, dark haired man sitting at the kitchen table and your own gaze soon follows. “Oh, there you are.”
After a drunken night with your friends, the last thing you expect to wake up to is Miya Atsumu in your DMs.
miya atsumu x f!reader - 18+
warnings: smut, mentions of alcohol, atsumu, mutual masturbation
wc: 3.7k
A/N: ty to local atsumu fucker and my baeta @atsumuse for once again coming in clutch and making sure atsumu isn’t the bumbling idiot i headcanon him as!!
Saturdays are for two things: the girls and indulgence. When you work hard, you deserve to play hard, right? At least that’s what you tell yourself when you’re four shots deep, dancing like an idiot to some up and coming pop musician in the living room of your best friend’s house.
One of your friends calls your name from the kitchen, where she’s munching on some chips and salsa. “Didn’t you say you had a new boy toy obsession? Let’s hear about him!”
Laughing, you twist open a water bottle and take a long gulp. Something so simple as water tastes like nectar of the gods when you’ve been drinking nothing but liquid fire all night. “You know that volleyball team I follow?”
“The coyotes or whatever?” Your best friend pipes up, lying down on the cool tile of the kitchen floor.
“Black Jackals, but close enough. Yeah, well, I’m kinda over Bokuto—the owl-looking guy—now and I’ve been crushing hard on his teammate. Here, check him out.” You pull up Miya Atsumu’s instagram page, spinning your phone around to show your friends.
