"How do you write such realistic dialogue-" I TALK TO MYSELF. I TALK TO MYSELF AND I PRETEND I AM THE ONE SAYING THE LINE. LIKE SANITY IS SLOWLY SLIPPING FROM BETWEEN MY FINGERS WITH EVERY MEASLY WORD THEY TYPE OUT. THAT IS HOW.
you tell the family you’re pregnant during a regular miya dinner.
ma’s smiling through her rice, too overjoyed to cover her mouth, an expected reaction.
but atsumu? he’s pissed.
“ya pregnant?!” he looks at you for a millisecond then to his brother. you’ve never seen shock transform into fury so fast. “and ya didn’t tell me?!”
“we just told ya, doofus.” osamu remarks while turning his body to place a palm on your belly as if to shield you and your growing child from his ire.
the answer flummoxes atsumu even further. “no, ya shit—“
“language.”
“—turd wad!” he corrects without missing a beat. ma’s reprimand is just as inevitable as it is futile. “why didn’t ya tell me earlier?”
“what’d ya want me to do? facetime ya while she was pissing on the fuc—“
“language.”
“—flipping stick?”
the blonde twin looks at his brother as if he were an idiot.
“yes!” his answer basically expels like a demon exorcised out of his body, shaking him from hair to toes.
“are ya crazy?!”
atsumu stands which triggers osamu’s fight or flight (it’s just fight) response. he stands too.
“you’re the crazy one if ya think i didn’t deserve to know the moment ya found out!!”
the two are swapping fists now and though it’s not a reaction you expected, you’re not unused to it either. ma steals osamu’s chair, sliding in next to you as you ignore both her boys and she places half her portion of vegetables onto your plate.
“congratulations, baby,” she says while giving you a messy kiss to the temple of your head. you’re sure she’s left a grain of rice in her wake. “eat more. ya got a miya to feed now.”
the buzzer echoed throughout the olympic volleyball stadium. the ball hits the floor with a harsh momentum, due to (character)'s service ace. it was a truly historical moment for his team, for his country and for himself. the scoreboard shows everyone that was present at the time— that they won. they won with his service ace and that they'd be coming back home with gold dangling on their necks. his teammates bring him into a group hug. some had tears brimming in their eyes and their smiles were wide. the crowd chants and roars his name, his country's flag being lifted up by fans and supporters.
despite the commotion and the screams of his name, his eyes glance over to see you, in your reserved seat and only then did his lips curve upwards.
he immediately leaves the group hug and runs over to you, pulling you into a hug as he burries his face into your shoulder— muttering "I did it, I did it, baby" over and over. you hugged him back and nodded, "i'm so proud of you" leaves your lips and he cries. the adrenaline rush making him lift you up over the stands to pull you closer as he hugs you hard. he kisses your lips so many times and his heart is so touched by how you were crying for his win.
hours after the game ended, both of you were trending all over social media. the olympics truly raised the bar for men.
SO I GOT THIS INSPO BASED ON THE TARA WOODHALL AND HER HUSBAND MOMENT WHEN I WAS WATCHING THE OLYMPICS AND OHMYGOD THE STANDARD??? HUNTER WOODHALL IS SUCH A SUPPORTIVE HUSBAND IM CRYING
he said simply accompanied with a scoff. his hands inserted inside his pockets as he avoids your glare. his lips form into a small pout.
"so, you decided to throw a juice box at him?"
you questioned, your arms crossed as you raised a brow at the man in front of you. he rolls his eyes and huffs.
"did you want me to punch him instead?"
"what!? tobio, no!"
you sighed and rubbed your temple at his anctics. he can be so clueless and stupid sometimes. he doesn't seem to have a clue on what he did wrong too! he just looks at you with his usual bored expression.
"you don't do that to someone, especially to a stranger!"
tobio pouted.
"but he was bothering you"
"he was asking for directions"
you groaned at your mindless husband. he didn't seem to care that he just threw an empty juice box at a random man. he huffs, he doesn't like the way you're defending the random man.
"he could've used waze" he replies bluntly. he wants to win this petty arguement no matter what.
"no one uses waze just to know where the bathroom is!" you groaned, this is getting nowhere.
truth be told, tobio didn't really mind when the man asked you for 'directions' but he started to mind when he saw the way that man eyed you up and down and the way that his eyes were glued to your chest.
he gripped the juice box that he was holding, some of the juice oozing out due to the pressure. he wasted no time and immediately threw it right on the stranger's head.
enough of that flashback.
he doesn't understand why you're defending that man when he's obviously in the right.
"he was weird looking" he simply says, not wanting to let you know about what really happened.
you bit your bottom lip to supress the groan escaping you. "you can't just do that to someone because of their looks, you could get cancelled for that!" he shrugs, "i don't care, i'll just play volleyball like normal"
this man really knows how to push your buttons.
he lets out a scoff as he looks away, his lips form a very much obvious pout.
"i didn't like the way he was looking at you" he mumbled, not wanting you to hear.
you raised a brow at his mumbles, hearing all of it. "how was he looking at me?" you questioned and he clicked his tongue because he got caught.
he ponders, before murmuring "he was checking you out" with crossed arms. this time, you softened at the truth he told.
regrets flood in as he confesses the real situation, you pressed a small kiss to his cheek that totally didn't make his ears red, totally.
"and i know you don't like it when men stare at you like that" he murmurs more and he's holding back a soft smile when you gave him another kiss, as if a reward for his not-so-heroic act.
you hummed softly, "thank you, tobio. you could've just told me from the start. i'm sorry" he wanted to act all nonchalant and go 'i told you so' but instead he let his lips curl into a smile.
actually—
"pft, i told you so. you just keep on defending that man like i was doing the wrong thing—" he scoffs.
"throwing juice boxes like a kid isn't technically the right thing"
"i'm not a kid"
"keep telling yourself that, tobio"
he pouted "you weren't calling me a kid when we were at that hot spring a couple days ago—" he couldn't finish his sentence before getting smacked by his flustered wife.
summary, atsumu is being charged for something that he did purely out of self-defense and his lawyer is someone from his terrible past.
MSBY BELOVED SETTER MIYA ATSUMU CHARGED FOR PHYSICAL ASSAULT!
he lets out a harsh groan and clicked his tongue as he read the headline for the article on the daily news website. on one hand, he's quite satisfied at the fact that they call him the beloved setter. on the other hand, what the hell!?
the news was absolute bonkers!
okay, so he was charged for physical assault and is possibly being sued for it but it's not the truth! He was innocent!
"you really messed up this time, miya" sakusa says while shutting the door of his locker in the locker room. atsumu felt his ears burning off when he said that, with furrowed eyebrows and a harsh glare, he turns to him. "don'tcha think i thought that, omi-kun?" he bites and sakusa rolls his eyes.
he quickly took off his shirt that he was currently wearing to wear his practice jersey. he lets out a harsh sigh before groaning and putting his face in his hands. "i'm in total shit right now" he sighed.
before sakusa could ruin the situation by giving him advice or saying things that he should've done, their coach walks in the locker room, making them both stand up straight with full respect.
"miya" he shudders at the way their coach called his name. without hesitating, he answers "yes, coach?" and what the coach was about to tell him was something that would ruin him.
"whaddya mean i can't play for the time bein'!?"
which led him to being on a long, long break until his case is settled and he's possibly not behind bars.
"the world is harsh, tsum. cheer up, you ain't gon end up behind bars" the voice of his brother chimes in as he's set back in reality. this has been his life for the past couple days after the news broke out.
sitting and whining at the countertop table of his brother's restaurant, dressed in hoodies and sweatpants, having to wear a cap and sunglasses everytime he goes out. he often thinks just how bad things are going for him as of now.
of course, his agency had already or currently searching for a lawyer to plead his case because he's innocent, godammit! how was he supposed to know that the person he beat up for harrassing a woman at the bar was the son of a hotshot sports company director?
his lips curl into a prominent frown at his brother's words. "or maybe ya will. only time wil' tell, nah?" his brother continues, implying that he will end up in jail and making him twitch.
"yer a piece of crap. ya ain't helpin' in the slightest!" he lets out a harsh scoff pass his lips and before he could retaliate further and call him every curse word in the urban dictionary, his brother places a plate of minced tuna rice ball in front of him. which did distract him and made his mouth water.
osamu lets out a chuckle as he gobbles it up like a starved man. osamu is just playing with him, he wouldn't want his idiot brother to end up in jail for something he did purely out of self-defense. the world is too cruel for letting something like that slide.
besides, he'd want his brother to be there for his wedding (which won't happen anytime soon)
"ya said ya didn' do anythin' wrong, right? then, calm yer ass down and just wait for yer agency ta' find a lawyer. yer ain't gonna end up in jail" he says, as a matter of factly. atsumu swallows the food in his mouth and ponders over his brother's statement.
in a way, it did comfort him even if it came from his idiot twin brother. "people think i'm a jackass now" he sighs out, taking a slow bite that represented his mundane thoughts.
"that's normal. yer already a jackass before ya got accused" osamu's words made him send a harsh glare.
truth be told, he really hopes the world will know the real story and his career will be fine.
it was a monday morning when he got a call from his coach that they found a lawyer. a real professional lawyer that is known for winning many cases. a real hotshot that's popular in the law industry, or whatever they call the department. the pure happiness he got from that was immaculate.
he immediately kicked off his blanket and ran to his shower to get ready to meet this lawyer that his agency found.
he thanked heaven that his case could possibly be resolved and everything would turn out normal!
he'd get his fame again, being able to play again, going on interviews, not having to wear the stupid disguise again!
oh how he can't wait!
until he saw who the lawyer was.
she was all too familliar. the same woman that made him wanting to pull his hair out, the same woman that drove him crazy, the same woman that made him scared of commitment.
who else but you.
he didn't know what his agency was thinking when they hired her. yeah, she was a real hotshot, has her own law firm and is extremely good in what she does but don't they know the history that they both once had? the amazing history that ended on terrible terms.
who else but his ex.
a small smirk curls up on her face, her arms crossed as she looks at him.
usually, atsumu would hate when people look down on him in that way. especially when you do it, but he can't comprehend why the hell he finds it attractive and somewhat fine.
and suddenly, all the memories came crashing down of when they dated back in high school. she's grown so much and she accomplished her dreams, he's somewhat proud? she's still as gorgeous as always, in a way that makes you wanna sigh dreamily at the sight of her and he almost actually did let out a dreamy sigh before he registered who it was.
the way her blouse hugs her body and her skirt wraps her curves, oh god— what it does to a man as weak as him.
wait what the hell.
he can't be thinking this of her! her! (l/n) (y/n). the (y/n). the (y/n) that tore his heart and stomped on it.
"what a surprise to see you again in this way" she says in a lighthearted voice. most people would think she's being nice but he knows that she uses that voice whenever she wants to mock him.
holy shit, the one who will determine his future is his ex that ended on bad terms.
husb!oikawa who helps you do the taxes and puts his glasses on and brings a calculator only for him to get bored after 20 minutes and whines when you don't give him attention
husb!oikawa who is your plus one to any events your office is doing and your female coworkers gawking over him only for him to show off his ring before wrapping an arm around your waist, swiftly saying "i'm taken, ladies" with a smug smirk
husb!oikawa who panics and screams whenever he thinks he lost his wedding ring bc he can't wear it in games!
husb!oikawa who ties the ring to a necklace so he can wear it during games, he'll also give the ring a kiss before any serve
husb!oikawa who watches horror movies w you, expecting for you to hide your face in his chest from the jumpscares and he can act all tough and cool by protecting you from said jumpscares— only for him to be the one hiding in the crook of your neck when watching them
husb!oikawa who picks you up from the bar that you and your coworkers went to bc he doesn't trust anyone on returning you home when you're drunk as a sailor
husb!oikawa who makes hangover seaweed soup along with some hot chocolate when you wake up all lightheaded bc of the drinks you had and nags you for drinking too much
husb!oikawa who will reserve you a VIP seat for his games and will shamelessly kiss you in front of the whole crowd, he could also shamelessly make out w you too but that would earn him a smack
husb!oikawa who gets upset when you can't go with him to his overseas games because of your work, muttering a "you can be a housewife instead, yknow!! I'll be the source of income!!" which he got smacked for because you didn't work your ass for a degree just to be a housewife
husb!oikawa who'd act all tough and nonchalant when both of you have a fight and he's lying on the couch with crossed arms but in reality he's thinking about the fight and he hates getting into arguements with you
husb!oikawa who will beg you to listen to his explanation bc he doesn't wanna go to sleep with you being mad at him
husb!oikawa who just grins and wiggles his eyebrows at you whenever your parents start asking for grandchildren when you both come over to visit
husb!oikawa who will not show up to work if you're sick and will take care of you
husb!oikawa who whines when his mother and his older sister treats you like their own family to the point they forget about him (he's actually happy that the important women in his life get along)
husb!oikawa who has an ID photo of you in his wallet and has a polaroid of both of you on your wedding day in his clear phone case
husb!oikawa who comments on ALL your instagram posts and shares it on his story. he will also reply to every men in the comments section that dares to flirt with you
husb!oikawa who always has a hand on one of your boobs when he's sleeping because he says it's comfy! (he just wants to feel something soft)
husb!oikawa who spoils you rotten and sends bouquets to your office on a weekly basis
tw : mentions of the deceased, funeral, pda, allergic reaction
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matsukawa issei never thought he'd find the person he wants to spend the rest of his life with. he always thought he was destined to be alone and he really doesn't like to socialise with women that much.
some might say he's a nonchalant robot who doesn't care about others unless they are important to him, some might say he's a wild fuckboy who hooks up with a lot of women. but in reality— both aren't true. (or at least he thinks so)
to summarize, he doesn't think he's a loverboy at heart and no woman would make him lovestruck.
yet here he was.
it was the wee hours of the morning, around 6am or so. he can be a lot of things but an early bird is not him. bonus points, he's a heavy sleeper too. so, it'd take him a long time to wake up.
he has a busy day arriving. a newly delivered deceased had arrived at the funeral home yesterday evening and today is the day of the funeral. his boss wouldn't want him to slack off and actually arrange the funeral properly.
a ringing sound broke the tranquility of your shared bedroom. it must be your alarm. he groans lightly as his eyes started to flutter open, it's always your alarm that wakes him up with a sour mood.
he sighed and sat up on the bed, careful not to wake you up. he had one hand behind your head so you could stay rested on his chest while he deals with your phone.
before he could press the button— you had fluttered your eyes open. you brought your hands to your eyes to rub the sleepiness away. "mmh— issei?" you mumbled followed by a yawn.
he huffs as the alarm stopped ringing before joining to lie down beside you. he leaned down a little to press a kiss on your forehead. his fingers gently stroke your cheek. "m' sorry baby, didn't mean to wake you up" he murmured against your skin.
but something wasn't right. when he attached his lips onto your skin, he felt like his lips were burning. it couldn't be that he had an allergic reaction, right? that doesn't make sense. he really shouldn't have slept during biology class back in high school.
his fingers that were stroking your cheek also felt hot. then, he moved his hands to feel the rest of your skin. your whole body was burning!
he pulled away slightly to take a good look at you.
"baby, are you having a fever?" he asks gently, his eyebrows furrowed together. a small cough escapes pass your lips. that was enough proof to let him know that you are in fact— sick.
in a flash, he gently gets out of bed— making you confused. "issei?" you called out, where is he going? he walks to your side of the bed and pressed a kiss on the crown of your head.
"i'm gonna take some pills and make you breakfast, okay? just lie down and rest your pretty head" he murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss on your forehead.
despite his usual affection, you can't help but to let the blood rush in your cheeks. not just because of the fever.
"thank you, 'sei" you mumbled as he smiles against your skin.
the next thing he knew— he had to call his boss to let him know about his absence today. yeah, he didn't like hearing the old man's nagging first thing in the morning but on the plus side, he gets to take care of you.
and it was so worth it when he got sick the day after. now, it's your turn to take care of him!
— mutual pining, minor swearing, fluff, akaashi being a geek in love
they say that rainy days are the best way to see someone's love for them. at that moment, their love would be displayed to the public and everyone can see how much they love one another.
even if they shared an umbrella, there would be a certain angle where someone would be more exposed to the droplets instead of the other one.
and it was obvious that akaashi keiji displayed love for you.
you looked at the grey clouds that are coming your way, your hands on your hips as you examine them. multiple coulds are nearing and indicates that they bring a huge storm.
a sigh escapes your lips as you crossed your arms, thinking wether to wait for the rain to stop or just run to the nearest store that are a couple blocks away. you should've watched the weather forecast this morning before going to work.
and then it hits you. you left your clothes to dry out on the balcony of your apartment. crap— and it seems like you can't be going home right now.
"something on your mind, (y/n)?" a familliar voice asked you to which you turned around.
a small smile forms on your lips to show that you're alright, although it's quite evident that it's faux.
"i forgot my umbrella and it looks like heavy rain is coming" you muttered to which he just nodded and walked towards you.
"you can borrow my umbrella, if you'd like" he says, voice coated with worry. you shook your head and flailed your hand.
"no, it's fine! how are you gonna go home if i take your umbrella, akaashi?" he pushes the bridge of his glasses and crosses his arms.
"we could go together, if that's fine with you?"
he really wanted to blurt that sentence out but the words got stuck in his throat. he wants to have a chance at helping and getting closer to you!
ever since you both started working here together, he's had a teensy little crush on you which eventually grew and drove him crazy. he's never felt like this before and he's so nervous right now.
he opened his mouth to talk but he gets nervous. what if she thinks i'm weird? what if she already has someone else? what if—
"but if you don't mind, maybe we could go together? you can just drop me off at the nearest store! i wouldn't want to bother you" you said sheepishly and he thanks the heavens that you were the one who said that instead.
"of course it isn't bothering me, i'd love to" he says with a small smile.
crap.
how the hell did his umbrella got stolen? he could've sworn he put it in the basket with the other umbrellas but right now— he's looking at an empty basket.
he examined further, maybe it was buried deep inside the basket? nope it wasn't. he sighed and watched you looking at the rainy clouds. suddenly, an idea popped up.
"(y/n), i have another idea but it might be a little crazy"
which led to this.
"just a little more (y/n)! i can see 7E from here!" he whisper yelled as he ran with you to the 7E with him holding his jacket on your figure.
"ugh, you try to run in heels!" you pouted but ran anyways. he almost lets out a laugh when you whined in complaint.
maybe to some people the action of running together in the rain is stupid. maybe it was sweet.
but to akaashi keiji, he thinks it was the best rainy day that ever happened to him. he doesn't mind being drenched in the pouring rain if it means he gets to be your knight in shining armour.
he doesn't mind letting you use his jacket (which he offered in the first place) as an umbrella. he doesn't mind running together with you in the rain.
both of you walked into the convenience store, drenched. you laughed and before he realised it, he's smiling too at your laughter.
"thank you, akaashi" you mumbled and he just gives you a small smile in return. "keiji" he mumbles to which you raised a brow.
"call me keiji" he says, again with a small smile and red cheeks.
the whole running in the rain act was worth it, even if it meant he had to take a sick leave the next day and rot in bed.
especially when you came for a visit and gave him your handcooked chicken soup that's perfect for headaches.
osamu x gn!reader | ~800 words, he calls you hon once, you're getting married! :3
“you don’t usually get nervous.”
“well,”—osamu fiddles with his cufflink, eyes trained on the metal around his finger—“today’s kind of a big deal, isn’t it?”
make sure you don’t see each other before you get out there, atsumu warned as he pat your fiancé’s back. bad luck or somethin’.
doesn’t make sense if we’re doin’ a first look, idiot.
oh, shut up. don’t look at each other ’til then, then!
your back rests against the door, his on the other side keeping it from closing. maybe it’s just a silly superstition, but it cements today as something real, reminds you that it’s happening.
you reach your hand around to search for his own. “at least we’ll be together the whole time. and then we can say goodbye, and go home, and get out of these clothes, and sleep—”
osamu groans and rests his head against the wood—you don’t think he’s slept properly in two weeks, head scrambled and busy with preparations and the same nervous buzz as yours; the fact that he fell asleep before 1am last night was a miracle.
his hand finds yours, engagement ring resting cool against your skin, palm warm and a little rough. he mumbles, “thank god i closed the shop for a few days, if you told me to wake up any earlier than 9 tomorrow i think i’d die.”
“why are you- we haven’t even gotten to the actual wedding, ’samu.”
“okay? i’m tired and ’m gonna get even more tired. i just wanna cuddle at home. can a man not dream?” he defends, and all but whines. you snort but relent, letting him pull your hand closer and settle into a quiet.
“what if i fall?” he blurts out.
“...what?” a laugh escapes you. “you won’t fall.”
“i could trip down the aisle.”
“you won't.”
he squeezes your fingers. “didn’t realize i was marrying someone who could see the future?”
“’samu. you won’t fall, but if you get in my head and i fall, i’m blaming you,” you warn with a teasing lilt.
a beat passes, and you can tell he’s smiling as you stare at the couch ahead of you.
sitting on a wooden hotel floor, wedding attire on and hair not done, bed covered in supplies and friends’ outfits, the buzz of the air conditioner making it a little too cold in your room—you think you’re content like this, because at least you’re here with him.
shuffling a little closer, he says your name.
“hm?”
the inch between you feels a little bigger as osamu lifts your hand to his lips and kisses your knuckles, lingering on your ring finger a second longer than the others—“i’m glad i get to marry you.”
your grip tightens, and if osamu listened carefully, you think he could hear your heart trying to beat out of your chest in search of his.
the elevator dings somewhere down the hall.
“i’m glad i get to marry you, too.”
“samu!” his twin’s voice rings out. “are you done cryin’, or do i haveta drag y’back to get your hair done?”
“god, ’tsumu, yeah, i’m comin’, stop yellin’!” he chides with a huff.
atsumu scoffs before replying—something about his twin being ungrateful for all he does—then walks back to the elevator. you hear a sigh. “guess i should go, huh?”
a thumb rubs the back of your hand, and you almost tell him to stay, but there isn’t much time, and it won’t be long before you’re pushing it. taking a deep breath, you let go to stand up first. “mhm.”
the door squeaks at the weight now gone as you both stretch.
you turn to say goodbye, the open door and shadow in the hall taunting you, but freeze when a familiar hand starts to push the door open.
“wh- samu!” your hand flies up to push his grey bangs out of view.
“woah- what- shit- sorry, sorry. habit, was gonna kiss ya,” he apologizes with a stumble.
panic evaded, your heart rate comes down and he huffs. “my- seriously, hon, you’re lucky my hair isn’t done yet.”
“...sorry, i—” you try to hide a laugh. “i’m sorry, i panicked.”
“no, really?”
“’samu,” you whine, embarrassment painted across your face, though he can’t see. he laughs outside, and you try to ignore the heat in your face.
“...at least you’ll kiss me later, right?” you ask quietly.
“....yeah.” there’s a smile in his voice, a pause, a rustling of fabric as he pats down his suit once more. “see you out there?”
you place your hand on the doorknob. “see you out there.”
the best trope for oikawa tooru is exes to lovers bc imagine him breaking up w you back in hs bc he wants to go abroad and he needs to focus on his career more than you. he just had to put his ego first before anything else which— led him to saying something wrong "you're just not my priority, alright?" was what he muttered and it was what ended the relationship.
though he felt like it was good to confess it, he's sure he didn't mean it. not when everything reminds him of you back in his small apartment in argentina. the instant noodle packet— it reminded him of when you used to laugh at him bc he couldn't handle the spiciness only to stop him after that bc you're worried abt his health. his white setter quotes shirt— that you used to always wear and he'd whine bc that's his favourite shirt but he didn't mind at all. what sucks most is that it still had your scent.
he cursed under his breath, a sigh escapes his lips before he rubbed his temples. he swears— he swears that he doesn't miss you. it was his decision to end the relationship, it was his move, it was him who became the asshole.
yet why?— why is tears welling up in his eyes and he keeps his head up to avoid his tears escaping? his bottom lip quivers as he bites down on it— hard.
thinking about shouto being jealous and just like. looming over you and the guy you're making conversation with. blank-faced, not saying anything, just occasionally edging in between you so that his shoulder blocks your view while you're mid-sentence and you have to keep yanking him back.
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