y4ksha/On hiatus

Yoomie | 19 | She/Her | I need to take a break from this app bro 💔🥀

[yooms-posts]

Masterlist

☆ Just here to enjoy fanfic and write them

☆ English is not my first language, so forgive me if it looks off. Definitely my grammar. :p

☆ Usually write for gn reader, but I don't mind writing for fem or male readers

☆ Inconsistent updates because I'm still busy with college :P

Rules:

• Just be respectful here

• No smut request, I cannot for the life of me write any smut

Fluff ♡

Suggestive ☆

Angst ◇

Platonic ♧

Request: ❎️

Haikyuu

> Daichi x gn reader: Love me back ♡

> Hinata x gn reader: And I would still choose you through it all, that's the crazy part ♡/◇

> Nishinoya x gn reader: But I swear I've never loved you more ♡

> Iwaizumi x gn reader: Thinking 'bout you ♡

> Oikawa x gn reader: Cause you're lookin' for a boyfriend ♡

> Atsumu x gn reader: 'Cause I don't wanna be in love with another ◇

> Osamu x gn reader: The beauty of their her face was beyond my wildest dreams ♡/◇

> Multi x gn: With a Southeast Asian s/o ♡

Atsv/Itsv

> Muti x gn reader: It has always been your fate ◇

> Multi x gn reader: God gave us two hands, two legs, two eyes and two ears, but just one heart so that we could find the second and today I found my pair in you ♡

Genshin impact

> Kaveh x gn reader x Al-haitham: What it's like to date them? ♡/☆

> Al-haitham x gn reader: Based on a video :3 ☆

> Multi x gn reader: Bi-panic ♡/☆

> Childe x gn reader: Being Childes S/O ♡/☆

[yooms-posts]

IM GETTING THERE. ONG MY SCHOOL IS JUST DRAINING ME. 😭😭

[yooms-posts]

Important update

Gonna go on a hiatus for a long while. Maybe even a few months. Honestly speaking, I don't think I'm that gonna be very active on this app for a long while. Classes are starting soon and I really, really don't want to lose focus.

Maybe I'll open the app again or something when I'm free. But right now, it's my last year and I really don't need any unwanted distraction. So sorry 😞

As for the two fics I had in mind, I'll post it whenever I'm done. But I'll try to clear them as quick as I can without adding onto my everyday life stress. When I'm dont with my finals, I'll probably be more free and writing would come easier for me. 🕺🕺

But feel free to drop a annon for shits and giggles, I don't mind.

[yooms-posts]

Another angst fic or another fluff fic...

Decisions... decisions...

I have one for Kageyama and Akaashi in my drafts... might be fluff for both or angst cause I like writing angst for fun

[yooms-posts]

The beauty of their her face was beyond my wildest dreams

Character(s): Osamu Miya, post-timeskip

Genre: Fluff with a bittersweet end

Reader: Gn reader

Summary: Just another fleeting memory

Extra note: The fic's losely based off 'Made is Japan' by Buck Owens. And ignore the fact that there might be some language barrier between the two of you.

Scrolling through his phone in the comfort of his own shop as he cleaned up around, Osamu came across an album he made specifically for that one holiday trip years ago.

Filled with nothing but so much core memories. Especially the ones where Atsumu almost got chased by a pair of ducks cause he went to close to their babies.

Osamu still have those pictures in his gallery. He might even send it to Suna for blackmail material.

But out of all those memories, one that stood out the most was you.

Osamu met you when his parents decided to bring them out to the beach nearby. The weather was nice, the temperature was perfect- who wouldn't want to dip their toes in the water?

Everything was going smoothly- his parents sitting under that big umbrella, how did that managed to fit in the car is beyond him, Atsumu wandering off to the waters and almost drowning like the idiot he is.

That's when he spotted you. Standing there behind a makeshift pop-up stand- selling ice cream. Your voice warm like the summer sun as you tried to serve all the children surrounding the stand.

Truthfully, Osamu internally died on the spot. A stand selling ice cream on a hot day and a total sweetheart serving it? That was definitely a good combo. He must have suddenly died and went to heaven there and there.

Gathering whatever amount of courage he has- nonchalant type shit, he went over to where you were. With money in his pocket and a hope to impress you with his definitely real swag.

What was not in the plan was him falling flat on his face like a child because his two legs decided that it was his time today and decided it doesn't want to function.

Right in front of you, by the way.

And the children, he supposed.

Without a beat- the children surrounding you let out little giggles of amusement that only furthers his embarrassment.

Osamu was supposed to charm you with his mysterious nature, damn it.

Taking pity in the poor guy, you gently hush the children from laughing at him. Even if there was a small smile that was threatening to appear on your face.

"Are... are you alright?"

It was just a question, but to Osamu- that already sounded like a proposal for a date. He would definitely trip himself again if it meant that your attention was on him.

"'M fine." A beat- "Actually, I think my nose is bleeding."

And lo and behold, small traces of red liquid dripped down his nose. How did he even have a nosebleed when falling onto sand? No idea man, just go with it.

At the sight of blood dripping down his noss, you hurriedly offered him a bunch of tissues to help him stop the bleeding and sat him down nearby.

Thank god his brother wasn't anywhere nearby. Atsumu would definitely run his mouth and laugh at him the second he sees Osamu having a nose bleed cause he tripped.

Betrayed by his own legs.

The children who were still there, surrounded you two. Curious eyes staring at the display of such... casual intimacy between the two of you.

Mind you- you two just just met by the way. Why are you getting up and personal to help him with his nose?/j

Apologies spilled out from you- even though it wasn't your fault, as you tried to stop the bleeding. Osamu could only dazedly blink up at you as you apologised.

Holy- you were so much more stunning up close.

Shaking his head, he could only offer a small smile of reassurance. Telling you it wasn't your fault because that was all on him.

The children around you decided to scatter away, leaving you and him alone by the pop-up stand. Thank goodness there wasn't any customers at the moment.

So he tried to make small talk. Simple right? It shouldn't be that hard-

"Do ya come here often?"

What kind of stupid first question is that?? Of course they come here often, they probably work here-

His thoughts were cut of by your laugh of amusement before telling him that it was just a part-time job. Earning some money on the side while studying in school.

And for the rest of the time he was there- the two of you hit it off. Besides the occasional need to serve the customers on your end. Just chatting about whatever that comes to mind, because he just wanted to spend time with you.

You ask him how it's like going to school in Japan and in return, he asks you how it's like living here. He barely noticed how long he's been away from where his family till he started hearing Atsumu's obnoxious voice that seemed to snap him out of his trance.

Something a long the lines of "Ma is calling ya back, we're leaving already." Which Osamu internally sighed at, he really wanted to spend more time with you.

Taking the chance before it goes to waste- he handed you his phone. Asking you to put your number in his phone. Who knows when's the next time he could meet you again?

The plan was to text you daily till he's old enough to travel by himself and meet you again. Maybe talk and go on a date- he's getting ahead of himself.

Simple right?

...

Years past by as Osamu became busier and busier with his personal life. Graduating from high-school and then opening his own onigiri shop. The mere thought of having any free time during that whole period was easily dismissed.

His attention was split in making sure everything was settled throughout the process. The rent, how much he was willing to spend in making sure the place looks exactly like how he envisioned, where everything would be placed.

During all that, the texts between you two just... slowed down till nothing. The last text you send to him was the one congratulating him for opening the shop. A short 'thank you' was all that he could reply with.

He swore up and down that he wanted to tell you more, about everything that's been going on. About how the process of picking what kind of shade of grey he wanted in his shop. But everytime right after- he forgets.

At least he had your socials, right? Osamu wonders what you could possibly be doing at the moment. But when he switched apps, the sight before him made him sucked a breath in.

You were already engaged.

The shiny ring on your finger as you posed alongside your friends was the evidence he needed. Your smile wide as you proudly showed you friends the ring your partner got for you.

It was a new post too, a fresh two hours ago. While everyone in the comments were saying their congratulations, he couldn't help but feel like he waited too long for his chance.

Too long to close that bridge of getting closer to you.

Too long to ask you out like he wanted too all those years ago when he first met you overseas.

Osamu

> Congratulations on the wedding, don't forget to send me the invite. 😉

[theunfortunate-author]

[barelyalivesstuff]

Cherry Blossoms—⁠☆

In which you love Akaashi very much. Very much...

Hanahaki disease, both love eachother but are too shy to say anything, kinda sad, and cherry blossoms || This fic was HEAVILY inspired by her @akaashiit—a very talented and sweet person<33

Akaashi never meant to let anyone see the diary.

It was a habit from his student days—keeping things close, organized, private. The leather cover was worn at the edges, pages softened by years of being opened and closed during commutes and late nights. Inside were schedules, clipped articles, a pressed cherry blossom sealed carefully between two pages.

One afternoon, as he flipped through it during a break, a coworker leaned over.

“Hey, Akaashi-san,” he said lightly. “That flower—do you always keep it there?”

Akaashi paused.

His fingers hovered over the page longer than necessary before he closed the diary. For a moment, he didn’t answer. Then, quietly, “…Yes.”

There was something in his voice—measured, restrained, but fragile enough that the coworker didn’t push. Still, Akaashi surprised even himself when he added,

“It belongs to someone I love.” not loved—love.

He met you before he knew what love was.

You lived two houses down, a loud, cheerful presence in a world that Akaashi had always experienced as muted and careful. Where he hesitated, you moved forward. Where he overthought, you laughed it off.

As children, you dragged him outside when he’d rather stay in with a book, you held his hand crossing the street, chattering about nothing and everything, you called him by his first name without hesitation, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Akaashi remembers thinking—she’s warm...and cute. Not just physically, emotionally. Like sunlight filtering through leaves.

In middle school, when he started volleyball, you were there. Sitting on the bleachers with homework spread out, cheering too loudly, clapping at the wrong moments—he never asked you to come—you never asked if it was okay.

You just did.

By high school, it felt inevitable that you’d become Fukurodani’s manager. You fit too well. Encouraging Bokuto, teasing the team, remembering everyone’s preferences. And Akaashi—Akaashi trusted you without realizing when it happened.

You brought him drinks when he forgot—smiled at him in that easy, familiar way that made his chest feel tight for reasons he never examined too closely.

You dropped hints. Soft and careful ones.

“You’d make a great husband someday, you know?”

“I think cherry blossoms suit you...both of you are pretty”

“Whoever you end up with is going to be really lucky.”

Akaashi heard them. He just…translated them wrong.

He told himself you were kind to everyone, that you were naturally affectionate, that assuming otherwise would be arrogant and dangerous. He overthought every word until it lost its shape.

And you—patient you—never corrected him.

Akaashi noticed you’d started carrying lozenges in your pocket, always offering them to others before taking one yourself.

He didn’t know about the illness.

Sometimes, after laughing too hard, you’d turn away under the excuse of fixing equipment, shoulders tense just a second longer than necessary.

There were mornings you showed up pale but smiling, insisting you were fine when Bokuto asked, waving it off like it was nothing important.

You grew used to stepping out of the gym for “fresh air,” counting your breaths until the tightness in your chest eased.

Once, Akaashi asked if you were sick. You smiled, bright and practiced, and said, “Just allergies.” Cherry blossom season had just started, after all.

He didn’t question why you avoided the nurse, or why your laughter sometimes ended in a quiet, swallowed cough.

Looking back, Akaashi realizes how often you chose to be alone right after choosing to be kind.

But there were days you looked impossibly happy, eyes bright, voice light—and Akaashi never realized that joy could hurt just as much as sorrow. you seemed lighter than usual, almost glowing, and Akaashi mistook it for confidence instead of devotion.

Sometimes, loving him felt so full, so overwhelming, that your chest ached with it, like your heart didn’t know where to put all that feeling, but still it felt right.

You used to be happy—because you love him so much that you were coughing petals in the devotion you have for him—even the universe couldn't deny that love you have for him is the purest and deepest.

On those days, you laughed the most. And later, alone, you coughed petals into your hand and wondered how something so painful could still feel so gentle.

Cherry blossom season suited you too well, Akaashi thought it was because you loved spring. He never considered that spring loved you back in its own cruel way.

You’d smile afterward—always afterward—like happiness was something you could choose to keep, even when it left traces behind.

He didn’t know that sometimes, the reason you looked so happy was because loving him—even silently—still made you feel alive.

Only later did he understand, the petals didn’t come from despair alone, but from love that had nowhere to go, from the love you have for him from the start.

By the time you stopped coming around as often, Akaashi told himself it was adulthood. Different paths, life.

Then came the phone call.

Then the funeral.

Then the letter.

Akaashi has read it more times than he can count.

Your handwriting was familiar.

You wrote about childhood, about high school, about how loving him had never felt like a burden, even when it hurt. You didn’t blame him. Not once.

You apologized—for not being brave enough to tell him outright.

You thanked him—for every quiet kindness he never realized mattered so much.

I was happy, Keiji. Genuinely, being beside you as your friend, our team's manager, the person who knew when to tease you and when to leave you alone—that was enough to make my life feel full.

If I had another chance, I’d still choose you. I’d still call you Akaashiit without thinking and watch you sigh like you always did. Someday, I hope you marry someone beautiful. Someone who understands your silences, who notices when you’re tired before you say it, who reminds you to rest and laughs with you on the easy days. I hope your life with them is warm and a little messy and full of happiness and dreams. There’s one small thing I want to ask—cherry blossoms fall quickly. They’re fragile, and they never stay as long as you want them to. But they’re beautiful anyway. If you can, please keep one with you. Not as something sad—just as proof that something gentle existed between us, even if it didn’t last forever, and hopefully you will preach about my tales to your children too, if you don't I will haunt you!

Years later, Akaashi still keeps the flower. The flower from the same tree, that grows from the ground were you're resting—waiting for him.

It's pressed, fragile. A reminder not of tragedy—but of a love that existed quietly, sincerely, without demands.

Sometimes, when he opens the diary, he thinks of your laugh echoing across the gym, of small hands tugging his sleeve as a child, of the way you believed in him before he learned how to believe in himself.

The memories are warm.

The ending is not—because maybe, maybe if his was honest about his feelings, then perhaps you would have been here with him, being his wife.

Here's a tissue for you dear (⁠•⁠‿⁠•⁠).LIKES AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!

Don't steal,copy,edit or use my works in any form without my permission.

Barelyalive out!

[yooms-posts]

Gotta lock in for another 2 or 3 more posts before I actually dissappear from this app. Cause what do you mean classes start in another 2 weeks. 💔

Not that I'm genuinely complaining or anything, I'm gonna be cooking up some yummy pastries.

Nah, but I seriously am dreading classes...

[coramiiore]

㌗ Tag game! ♡

This is pretty basic so I’m not gonna give the instructions

W - Wanna be yours by Arctic Monkeys

O - Orbit by Good kid. (Or ocean eyes by Billie Eillish)

L - Lover girl by Laufey

F - From The Start by Laufey

E - Eventually by Tame Impala

Y - You by Tame Impala

E - everything I wanted

D - DRACULA BY TAME IMPALA (LOVE THIS SONG SMMMM)

W - Witches by Good kid

I - idontwannabeyouanymore by Billie Eillish

T - The 30th by Billie Eillish

C - Cinnamon Girl by Lana Del Ray

H - Heather by Conan Gray

H - Hollow by Stray Kids

Casually bothers ya’ll @irumichandaesuu @straykids4lifeee @chihirvs @saeivra @thebibleophile @roze-latte-zz @reo-bunnies @mochaeia @atetheluck @minho4luv

[roze-latte-zz]

r ~ riptide - Vance joy

o ~ ordinary Alex warner

z ~ Ziggy Stardust - David Bowie

e ~ everything is romantic - orchestra club

l ~ let the world burn - chris grey

a ~ arcade - decane laurence

t ~ teeth - 5 seconds of summer

t ~ the great war - Taylor swift

e ~ eyes don't lie - Isabel Larosa

z ~ Zombie - The Cranberries

z ~ Zero - The Smashing Pumpkins

tags: @stateofmarauders@inklingiedj@remussbitch@anneliese-and-erika@swiftjay23@ravenclaws-stuff@selenewowww @potterheadlovespotter@pottermagiczz@remussbitch

[selenewowww-deactivated20260430]

thanks for the tag, riri my lovely! 💞

S ➻ Superclassico, ernia

E ➻ End of beginning, djo

L ➻ La cura per me, giorgia

E ➻ Earthquake, jisoo

N ➻ Never ending song, conan gray

E ➻ È festa, olly

W ➻ What's my name, descendants

O ➻ Overdrive, conan gray

W ➻ What is love?, twice

W ➻ Winter falls, stray kids

W ➻ Wish you were sober, conan gray

npt ☞ @perseusargent @wellitseugi @wqlfstqr @starletstarx @grim-hedonism @lazyasexual @charliessaxophone @violetisheresworld @haeerizm @jimjjamjamie @div1nedoll @apollos-archief + anyone who wants to join!

[wellitseugi]

Oh, I love this tag, tysm sm!! 🥹

E - Exit Music (For A Film) by Radiohead

U - Uh-Oh by i-dle

G - Good Looking by Suki Waterhouse

E - Еверест by Okean Elzy (a bit of Ukrainian music because it's perfect)

N - Не ходи ти тут, не ходи by Vivienne Mort

I - I, Carrion (Icarian) by Hozier

I - Into the Unknown by AURORA

A - Антибіотики by O.Torvald

@akaashiit @tc-selmarillian !!

[tc-selmarillian]

Ahhh thanks for the tag!!

S - Sisters by Radical Face

E - erase me by Lizzy McAlpine

L - listen to this when you're down <3 by Yung kai

M - Mimi's Delivery Service by Good Kid

A - Anthems For a Seventeen Year Old Girl by Broken Social Scene

R - Reach by Madds Buckley

I - i need you more - Josiah Queen

L - Lost by fin

L - Lady of the Lyre by Vinny Marchi

I - IDK You Yet by Alexander 23

A - Afraid of the Quiet by Lydia the Bard

N - Never My Time by Halfy & Winks

@n-o-b-o-d-y123 @twilightcanplay11 :DD

[n-o-b-o-d-y123]

Thanks for the tag @tc-selmarillian :D

I'm actually kinda nervous to do this coz ya'll music taste is so unique and amazing and well you'll see how basic mine is 💔

N - No lie by Dua Lipa

O - Obsessed Olivia Rodrigo

B - Baby by Justin Beiber

O - OMG by NewJeans

D - Deja vú by Olivia Rodrigo

Y - Young and Beautiful Lana Del Rey

Idk any songs with 1, 2 or 3 💔

Tags (no pressure): @akaashiit @barelyalivesstuff @bronbrons2 @reikodashi @shoyosun @whenandfromanotherworld

:)

[whenandfromanotherworld]

omg omg! i love music this is going to be so fun! although this is going to be quite long.. lol. Thank you!!!

W- Who Knows by Daniel Caesar

H- Hoax by Taylor Swift

E- Evil by Melanie Martinez

N- Not the Only One by Not for Radio

A- All the Stars by Kendrick Lamar ft SZA

N- Nervous by the Neighbourhood

D- Die on This Hill by Sienna Spiro

F- Female Robbery by The Neighbourhood

R- Reflections by The Neighbourhood

O- Old Friend by Mitski

M- My Everything by Ariana Grande

A- Apocalypse by Cigarettes After Sex

N- Nervous by The Neighbourhood

O- Older by Sasha Alex Sloan

T- The Black Dog by Taylor Swift

H- Homiesexual by Daniel Caesar

E- Easy Love by Lauv

R- Roslyn by Bon Iver

W- We hug now by Sydney Rose

O- One More Night by Maroon 5

R- Run by LANY

L- Like you lots by LANY

D- double by Blackbear

phew. that was actually more difficult than I expected… Anyways!

@tobioyaps @reikodashi @akaashiit @shoyosun @kired1467

[shoyosun]

thanks for the tag @whenandfromanotherworld @n-o-b-o-d-y123 <3

s - stay a little longer by ROSÉ

h - Hampstead by Ariana Grande

o - Oscar Winning Tears. by RAYE

y - You Stole The Show by SIENNA SPIRO

o - Only Love Can Hurt Like This by Paloma Faith

s - Sk8er Boi by Avril Lavigne

u - uNa DiReZioNe giUsTa by thasup ft. Neffa

n - No Surprises by Radiohead

tagging: @akaashiit @florecielo @runsea + who wanna <3

[akaashiit]

ty for the tag @wellitseugi @n-o-b-o-d-y123 @whenandfromanotherworld @shoyosun haha second time doing this because i fucked up the first one.. this was hard i have way too many songs in my one singular playlist (over 500)

A - afraid by the neighbourhood

K - kingston by faye webster

A - annie by wave to earth

A - apocalypse by cigarettes after sex

S - starboy by the weeknd

H - hotel by montell fish

I - i like it by stray kids

I - i wanna be yours by arctic monkeys

T - tough luck by laufey

tags (no pressure): most of my moots have been tagged already so.. im doing all the ones who havent.. @kodstuken @wanderless-musings @flwerhelena @lovingbombie @reikodashi @tobioyaps @sylvouz @jirairenshi @yallsvape @leosxrealm @barelyalivesstuff

[wanderless-musings]

Ohh thanks for the tag!

W- wagon wheel, Darius Rucker

A- according to you, orianthi

N- nobody to love, sarah Hester Ross

D- dancing in the moonlight, king harvest

E- enter sandman, Metallica

R- river, bishop Briggs

L- lose control, Teddy swims

E- everything you want, vertical horizon

S- sail, awol nation

S- sex and candy, small town titans

M- monster, skillet

U- unstoppable, charm city devils

S- shut up and dance, walk the moon

I- imagination, spyair

N- never enough, five finger death punch

G- gives you hell, the all american rejects

S- sound of silence, disturbed

Tags, no pressure! @takes1 @applepi-1 and anyone else who wants to! I was afraid to tag some people…

[applepi-1]

Awww grateful to be tagged!

A- anchor- novo amor

P-Pompeii-bastille

P-poison and wine- the civil wars

L- Let you down- NF

E-end if the beginning- Djo

P-Perfect- one direction

I- i would- one direction

@crescentworld @haikyuuublog @inzqkx @n-o-b-o-d-y123 @lovingbombie @childesdog69 @meiis-world @ryuseyy @notarealgoddess @whixixx @salamiwrites @yooms-posts @get0sballs @fatkish @lsirria

[yooms-posts]

Thank you for the tag!!, First time being tagged :o

Y- You, Don Toliver

O- Overdose, Ciara

O- Oh my angel, Bertha Tillman

M- Maula Mere Maula, Roop Kumar Rathod

S- Sienna, The Marias

P- P.Y.T, Michael Jackson

O- On my mind, Ellie Goulding

S- She wolf, Shakira

T- TBH, PARTYNEXTDOOR

Tags, no pressure obviously :3: @cknwrap35 , @tobioyaps , @kuroken-divorce-arc. I seriously need to get more moots for these types of things 🙂‍↕️

[yooms-posts]

I have like a strong feeling that whoever is send these 'Are you sure your writing isn't ai' are genuinely bored and have nothing to do.

There is seriously no way someone goes to people's blog and ask the author if they use ai in their works. 😭😭

Why can't people just be respectful towards others?? It's not that difficult, I promise you.

[yooms-posts]

Are u sure ur writing isnt AI

LMAOO WHAT??

I can't tell if this a hate comment or smt but I would never use ai in any of my writing, twin.

💔🥀

My grammar is straight up ass, and sometimes there's spelling mistakes in my fics before I edit it when I re-read it.

Maybe you should rethink your words before you send something like this. Asking me if I'm the sure if my own writing isn't ai.

I rather chop my leg off then let some ai do my thinking for me, man. 🫤

Chibai, come and show your acc then hide behind some anonymous anon.

[yooms-posts]

...if anyone's interested @astralveils is my art acc. I draw ninjago characters over there. :p

[yooms-posts]

7 minutes challenge is so funny to me. Because why are some of them straight up just having sex in those fics.

How in the world is someone doing all that within 7 minutes and everyone else outside not hearing a single thing.

Idk man, its just a random thought.

[yooms-posts]

Imagine: Sharing your culture with them

Character(s): Hinata, Kageyama, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, all post-timeskip.

Genre: Fluff

Reader: Gn, Southeast Asia inspired reader

Summary: This headcannons are heavily inspired by Southeast Asia countries. Causes there's were I'm from 😊

Note: I'm not gonna specifically put what cultures I'm writing, but there will be some references- but not too much.

Hinata

After being in Brazil, it definitely opened up his eyes to the different cultures around the world compared to where's his from.

But when he sees you in your element? It was definitely a culture shock.

Japanese culture compared to where you're from would definitely have some similarities and differences.

Which was all cool to learn about, he's very open-minded.

And what better way to exchange cultures then with food?

It's like a known fact that Hinata loves food, and it was a no brainer that he tries to taste all the different recipes that you could cook up.

Everything from what you eat during breakfast, lunch and dinners. Don't forget the snacks you eat during your childhood.

He definitely wants to try those snacks.

The difference in smell, taste and feel was like a roller coaster for him. Not in a bad way, of course.

Different flavours that explodes in his mouth and leaves him wanting more of what you could offer.

Don't even get him started on trying spicy food from your culture, he would probably faint if he ever tried.

He has tried spicy food back home, but yours? That was a whole other level of spices.

Kageyama

I have a strong feeling that he tends to eat whatever that he's used to. So trying something new makes him hesitant.

Not that he hates of trying something new, but the thought of not being able to enjoy what you cook makes him feel guilty.

So instead of food, you show him around your home town.

How the locals interact with one another in their mother tongue, it would definitely leave him in awe.

But what catches his attention is the childhood games that you used to play.

Games that has been around since the older days were still played by children nowadays, and you know how he is.

When a game that was losely related to volleyball came from you- his head whipped around so fast in excitement.

So there he was, trying to understand how to play 'Sepak Takraw', kick volleyball, with the younger kids.

All while you try not to laugh since Kageyama was struggling a little at the start.

And it was kinda funny seeing him being beaten by the younger kids in game.

Don't blame him, he plays volleyball using his arms and hands not his legs to kick the ball.

Tsukishima

If I'm not wrong, he works in a museum aside from being a professional player.

You know what that means? He would be interested by the history being your country, trust

Bringing him to the museum to show and explain what some of the things to him was so interesting to him.

It wasn't obvious to others but if you look closely- the way his eyes were trained onto the artifacts meant that he was invested to you and the stories behind the history

If there are things he couldn't understand, whether it be the different language- he would definitely ask you first.

You know it better than him, so it makes sense to ask you what it meant

The different areas in the museum tells different stories, from the older days to the present.

There was no way he would leave so early, this was part of you- you're culture, so he doesn't mind spending time in the museum with you to learn more.

Yamaguchi

When you suggested to Yamaguchi to spend the festival with you in your home town- he definitely panicked a little.

He didn't want to mess anything up or say the wrong thing or even offend anyone with his lack of knowledge.

So before you two left to go back to your home town, he did some research.

It was a lot of take in at first, what to not do when he's there, maybe some simple phrase in your language to make it seem like he did his research...

Poor guy was just trying to not make a fool out of himself.

So when the day came when you two finally landed, he noticed how much more different it is from his own home.

The surroundings, the language spoken, but it still made him feel breathless because this was were you were from.

Spending time with your family members were also another thing. LMAO

With the festival 'round, your family was busy with the preparation while he tried to help in his own way.

The food, music, and let's not forget the traditional clothes. Which makes him feel a little awkward because he seems so out of place.

But overall, he did enjoy learn your way of life and how you do things.

But overall, all of them would be open-minded to learn new things. They've matured now, so being disgusted or uninterested with something so special to you was like out of the window.

Like, you are their partner. It doesn't matter if your culture is so much more different- they would take the time to learn more about it to connect with you more.

And I always liked the thought of what it would be like to have a Southeast Asian and a East Asian as a couple. :p

Like Tsukishima may still have some snarkiness from his younger days, but there's no way he's gonna be disrespectful about your culture.

Hinata would definitely try to recreate some homemade recipes that you gave to him whenever you're homesick. It might not turn out exactly the same, but it's the thought that counts.

Volleyball centers around Kageyama's life, you bet your ass he's gonna try out the different games like what I wrote for him. Maybe it's to impress you or maybe it was his pride because no way he got beaten by kids.

Imagining Yamaguchi in your traditional clothes is just something I wonder too much about. Looks a little funny on him with how much he adjusts it so that it doesn't make him anymore awkward. 😭😭

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And I would still choose you through it all, that's the crazy part

Character(s): Hinata shōyō, Post-timeskip

Genre: Fluff and a little angst, I think

Reader: Gn reader

Summary: Maybe sometimes we just need a little check-in

Extra note: I think I lost the plot mid-way, Lmao

How long exactly has it been since Hinata seen you?

One year?

Two years?

Definitely too long to his liking, he thinks. Two years since he seen you face to face. Where he could actually see you with his own two eyes and not through a screen.

The screen reflection definitely didn't do you any justice at all, he thinks.

How long has it been since you sent him off at the airport?

How long has it been since he got to hold you hand?

To feel your fingers laced with his.

To know that you were with him physically.

Oh, it has been that long... hasn't it?

It took a lot to actually drain the energy out of him ever since he matured. Sure, he has his moments. But ever since he left for Brazil- he tries to be himself.

Tries to be optimistic because he's pursuing his dreams to become a better volleyball player. An all rounder.

And to beat that stinky Kageyama.

It didn't hurt any less when he started to feel homesick.

When he started to feel... lonely even after meeting people in Brazil. The feeling of loneliness even in a room full of people was probably the worse feeling he's ever felt in years.

Ring...ring...ring

Snapping out of his internal monolog at the sound of his phone ringing, Hinata barely noticed how damp his cheeks were. Eyes a little blurry and breathing a little too shaky too be considered okay.

Only to realize it was you when his phone screen lit up.

"Hi, Shō."

If only he could hear you calling him that everyday. Before responding with a faint 'Hey,' in return. Too caught up in his mind to be fully present while talking to you.

"Have you eaten dinner yet? Isn't it like 8pm over there?"

"Yeah, I just ate something a while ago..."

Oh how he wish to be in your arms. Tears were slowly clouding his eyes again.

He shouldn't be worrying you- you've already got a lot on your plate.

Your work, your personal life, everything. How selfish would it be to dump all his feelings and thoughts onto you?

Although he could faintly hear your words, Hinata could barely keep it to himself.

The feeling of his throat closing up, eyes stinging beyond words that could describe was starting to get to him.

He misses home.

He misses you.

"I miss you..."

Words practically tumbled out of his mouth as he broke down on the phone. All jumbled up in gibberish as he tried to convey what he felt.

And you did.

Not through words, but through how he was acting.

These weren't something that came up out of nowhere- but out of weeks or months of keeping things to himself.

Bottling them up till it felt like he was suffocating.

All he ever wants at that very moment was to be in your arms again. To hear your soothing voice as you hold him.

Because to him- you mattered more than volleyball.

And the thought that you were miles away- countries away even, was crashing down on him.

But you let him say what he felt, not out of malice but understanding.

It was thoses words he never said out loud.

Not because he was scared to, but because he wanted to show you that he could do it.

That he is able to be away from you, without feeling lonely.

A soft, "I miss you to, Shō. More than anything." Broke him again.

Sniffling as he tried to ground himself. To tell himself that it wasn't just him that's feeling this way.

And it's okay.

It's okay to feel that way.

Because you were there with him. Even if you weren't there physically, he knows that you'll always have his back.

The call carried on between you two, but now- there was a light-hearted atmosphere.

No lingering sadness.

No unsaid words.

No secrets.

Just you and him.

Even if you are miles away from him. He knows that you'll always be there for him.

And in return, he promise not to bottle up his feelings anymore.

Because he has you.

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Colourguard—⁠☆

Summary: Nothing just Nishinoya falling for you and your colourguard skills.

Warnings: fluff, f!reader, reader is a colourguard, downbad!Noya and lots of fluff.

Characters: Nishinoya Yū.

A/N: Thank you for the request dear \^^/.

Nishinoya first notices you because something nearly smacks Tanaka in the head.

It’s during after-school hours, the gym half-occupied by the volleyball team and half echoing with unfamiliar music drifting in from outside. Nishinoya’s mid-stretch when there’s a whip of fabric through the air followed by Tanaka yelping and ducking on instinct.

“What the hell was that?!” Tanaka shouts.

Nishinoya’s eyes light up immediately.

Outside, on the practice field near the gym, a group of students is running drills—colourguard, someone explains distantly. Nishinoya doesn’t hear the explanation, though, because his full attention locks onto you.

You’re holding a flag almost as tall as you are, grip firm, posture perfect. You spin it once, twice, release—

—and catch it cleanly behind your back without even looking.

Nishinoya feels something click in his soul.

“DAICHI-SAN,” he gasps dramatically, grabbing the captain’s sleeve. “DID YOU SEE THAT!?”

Daichi sighs. “I’m begging you not to sprint out there.”

Too late.

Nishinoya jogs over the boundary line with the energy of a golden retriever who’s just seen a tennis ball. He stops a respectful distance away—barely.

“That was AWESOME,” he blurts. “You didn’t even look when you caught it!”

You blink, then laugh a little, sweat on your brow but eyes bright. “Uh, thanks? You’re from the volleyball team, right?”

“LIBERO,” he corrects instantly, pointing to himself. “Nishinoya Yū! Catching things is kind of my thing.”

That earns him a grin.

From that point on, it’s kind of over for him.

Nishinoya starts “accidentally” timing his cool-down laps so he can watch colourguard practice. You notice immediately. You also notice how he mimics your movements sometimes—tossing a volleyball higher than necessary, practicing reflex saves with almost theatrical flair.

One day, you wander closer to the gym doors while the team’s doing receive drills.

“Can I try?” you ask, nodding at the ball.

Tanaka snorts. “You sure you—”

Nishinoya tosses the ball to you without hesitation.

You adjust your stance instinctively, knees bent, arms out—

—and receive it cleanly.

The gym goes quiet.

Nishinoya stares at you like he’s witnessing a miracle.“YOU’RE INSANE.”

You shrug, a little bashful. “Flags are heavier than they look. If you mistime a catch, it hurts. A lot.”

That explanation alone makes Nishinoya respect you on a spiritual level.

From then on, you’re a thing. Not officially—just…always together. You watch matches. He watches performances. You both complain about sore shoulders and bruises like they’re badges of honor.

Nishinoya loves how you get it.

You get the adrenaline. The tunnel vision before a big moment. The way your body moves before your brain catches up. When he dives for impossible saves, you don’t gasp in fear—you grin, eyes sharp, knowing exactly how calculated it is.

And Nishinoya? He thinks you’re the coolest person he’s ever met.

Which is why, when he finally realizes he likes you, he panics hard.

He paces the gym one evening, ranting to Asahi.

“She catches things that are FLYING,” he says, hands flailing. “Like, spinning, unpredictable things! What if I confess and she thinks I’m boring?!”

Asahi blinks. “You…dive headfirst into the floor.”

“YEAH BUT WHAT IF THAT’S NOT ENOUGH.”

The confession happens by accident.

You’re both exhausted, sitting on the gym steps after a long day—your flag resting beside you, his jersey draped over his shoulders. The sun’s low, everything quiet in that golden, end-of-day way.

“I like watching you play,” you say casually. “You’re really…sincere.”

Nishinoya freezes.

“…I like you,” he blurts, volume at a solid 8/10 despite meaning to whisper. “SORRY—I MEAN—I didn’t mean to just—BUT I REALLY DO—”

You laugh, warm and soft, and reach out to tap his knee. “Good. I was hoping you’d say that.”

He short-circuits completely.

Dating Nishinoya is loud, affectionate chaos. He cheers the loudest at your performances, even when he doesn’t fully understand the routine. He brags about you to anyone who will listen.

“My girlfriend spins a flag while dancing and catching it,” he says proudly. “That’s like libero skills PLUS style.”

You help tape his wrists before matches. He helps ice your shoulders after long practices. You both understand the discipline behind the energy, the hours of repetition behind the flash.

And sometimes—when you toss your flag impossibly high and catch it perfectly—you swear Nishinoya looks at you the same way he looks at a miracle save.

Like he can’t believe he gets to be there to see it.

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Barelyalive out!

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NISHINOYA MY LOVE 😚😚

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can we please stop romanticizing cheating in fiction like it’s sexy

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So really btw, it's especially wrong when that character is the last person you would ever think of cheating.

I don't know why things like this is romanticised, that type of shit is already bad in real life- what more in fiction too? 😭