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eita semi, hajime iwaizumi, keiji akaashi and kiyoomi sakusa

eita semi

⭑ dates with semi are just vibing !!!

⭑ ideal date would probably be just to peruse around a record shop discus your fave albums and songs

⭑ coffee break after shopping and you’d take cute pictures with your sweet treats and your silly trinkets

⭑ i think peoples posts with their snacks and their sonny angels or calico critters or smiskis are so cute

⭑ he’d repost it on his story if you posted your date with your trinkets on insta !!!

⭑ song on story is from the album you bought too !!

⭑ n then you’d go home n listen to whatever album you bought at the record shop and just chat while holding hands and being silly <3

hajime iwaizumi

⭑ proud filo iwa believer !!!!!!!

⭑ he’d take you out to get filipino food !!! loves eating his childhood favorites with you <3

⭑ he’d let you eat the last piece of lumpia 🙏

⭑ i see him wanting to take a walk around a local park either in a comfortable silence as you just enjoy the others company or just mindlessly chatting about each others days

⭑ he makes sure you get home safe !! asks you to text him when you get home and then responds with how much fun he’s had today with you <3

keiji akaashi

⭑ bookstore frequenter !!!!!!

⭑ if you’re not a reader he gets it!! he’ll prolly ask if you find certain books interesting and get them and read them and let you know if he liked it

⭑ definitely reads out his favorite books to you if you’d allow it !!!!

⭑ per bookstore date tradition you always get coffee and a snack to fuel you for your walk around the bookstore !!!

⭑ very relaxing, feels like it’s just the two of you there, which it probably is but… what more could a man ask for !!? books, coffee and his lovely partner !!

kiyoomi sakusa

⭑ locking pinkies > hand holding

⭑ or at least it’s like that to sakusa !!

⭑ this would be like at least once a month type of date !!

⭑ you both wake up early enough for you to go the farmers market and pick yo stuff to make lunch or dinner together!!!

⭑ very domestic and cute <3

⭑ sakusa likes the farmers market because he likes knowing where his food comes from and supporting local businesses !!!

⭑ it’s okay if you can’t cook, he’ll help even if it turns into him doing most of the work, he’s making a meal with you and fits for the both of you !!! it’s made with love <3

⭑ short but i think it’s cute !!! i was struck with inspiration at practice and was madly typing at my phone during my water break !!

⭑ sorry for the inactivity!!! i will find a healthy balance soon i just needed to get into the groove of school and figure out when i have downtime to wire <3

⭑ might do a pt.2 of this just lmk who you want in it !!!

cooking up some hcs rn until next chapter of in step.. senioritis is kicking my ass already… i hate pre-calc..

will start working on next chapter of in step tmrw after school !!!! feel free to send me asks abt anything ^-^

good morning guys ❗❗🔥🔥🔥🗣️🗣️🗣️

i start school tmrw 💔

in step ; atsumu miya

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you had just arrived at school it was 7:10, call time was 7:25 but if you actually arrive at 7:25 you’re already late, there was this unspoken rule to always be there before fall time but you already made habit to be at the school earlier than it anyway. you opened the door to the building that housed all the performing arts classes, it might as well just be your second home and with the amount of time you’ve spent with the members of the band, it felt like home, it felt like a family. more so than your actual family.

the early morning light poured through the windows as you walked the hall, taking in the sight of the barely risen sun against the soft pinks and oranges that came with the rising sun. you noticed how the soft and fluffy clouds adorn the morning sky. it was a sight you’ve seen many times before, it didn’t make it any less beautiful. or at least it didn’t to you. times like that made you wonder how it would feel to wake up next to your lover, to watch the sunrise together, to run your fingers through his blonde hair, soft because he had just washed it the night before. while watching the sunrise your lips would come together, smiling after they part. and after the kiss you’d find yourself staring into his eyes, the warm sunlight reflecting against them so beautifully. his eyes were a deep brown that would sparkle when he would play volleyball or when he-

there in that very hallway at 7:13 am you had realized that you did want something out of your crush with atsumu miya.

it started as a silly adoration that you never paid much attention to, perhaps you were scared of the day where you had to come face to face with your feelings about the boy. right now you’re standing in front of your locker, the case of your instrument ready to be picked up but, you stand

there, lost in thought. you loved him, such an odd and scary thing to admit, but in spite of that.. it feels natural to do so. even if you didn’t interact often. you knew you loved him and this isn’t some empty and baseless realization. you’ve observed him, you’ve spent so much time watching him at volleyball games that you know his behaviors, not on a personal level but to the point where you were able to fall in love with him.

and at first it was a chore, the marching band had been asked to go to all the volleyball tournament matches each day as a pep band. it cut time that could’ve been used to practice, but it quickly became less of a chore when you were able to watch atsumu play. you had heard about him, the best high school setter in japan, what a feat! but you had also known of his charm and fan girls you had experienced the latter firsthand.. you weren’t charmed by his appearance alone, it was mostly on how he treats others that made you weak in your knees. it wasn’t the condescending jabs or provoking comments that made you swoon... it was his ability to see the best in people and his determination to make them flourish that came with it. that was what made your crush on the setter bloom. when you look past his bitchy attitude, it was just plain and simple that he just wanted to bring the best out of his teammates and others. though the way he executes it might be selfish and just for his own personal gain, but you can tell he truly cares for the people he plays with whether he admits that or not is a different story. he has too much pride to admit that, but we all have our own faults. pride and perfectionism might just be his.

atsumu has this hunger when playing volleyball that would only be satisfied by being the best. and you’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t find that itself attractive. but besides being an extremely talented volleyball player,he was also just a boy, you’ve seen him off the court more times than you’ve seen him on it. you found yourself endeared with his seemingly childish rivalry with his brother. it reminded you of how young you were, that we are not the same people we were the day before, people’s goals and dreams are ever changing.

maybe you should have realized your crush on atsumu had grown into something more once you found yourself observing him outside volleyball games. you never really interacted besides the good mornings you gave to each other as you passed each other both of you on your ways to your morning practices. you weren’t in the same class but he has recognized you as someone in his brothers class, he was friendly despite what others have told you about him. you’ve been told he acts like a jerk to others and you won’t lie he does, but so does nearly every boy your age. atsumu is just one of the many boys you could have fallen for. despite his attitude he’s funny, attentive, cunning, and dedicated. traits you found yourself looking for in a partner..

you have entertained the idea of a future lover before and you hate to admit it you have spent some time thinking about how much you would like to hold atsumu’s hand, to be the one he looks for after a match, you always pushed them down saying that those were silly and childish things to think about but, part of you wanted it and you should’ve realized that your idle crush on him would leave you daydreaming of waking up next to him watching the sunrise and sharing a kiss together. though you are nervous to how you will react to this realization when you have the time to think about it but, you’re glad that it’s atsumu miya who you’ve fallen for.

and you hope that your silly fantasy of waking up next atsumu miya would one day be true.

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♫ all region band is an audition only ensemble!! which is a big deal ! only second to all nation band which is also audition. but you can only audition for that if you made regionals.. both are hosted by jboda (japan band and orchestra directors association)

♫ in both audition processes it’s a faceless audition! the proctor doesn’t see you and you don’t see them !! you have to preform three études (from that years set which are provided by jboda) two major scales that differ between instrument and your chromatic scale!!!

♫ enough about auditions.. tsukishima had to put up with kageyama and y/n with their crushes. he’s sick of both of them (lovingly)

♫ kuroo has already moved practice that would’ve been next saturday so he and akaashi can go watch y/n.. he just wants to support his fellow nerd 💔

♫ y/n isn’t freaking out yet… they will start tweaking once marching season is over and they kinda don’t want to think about it. they know they love atsumu but what to do about it… that’s a future y/n problem!!

♫ call time is in the morning bc the band runs through their show at least three times before getting ready to ride the bus to the comp, ichibayashi is about two hours from inarizaki but they perform in the evening because they’re a big band have a high seed because they’re one of the best in their division !!!

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tumblr just ate my draft for in step what the flip !!!!

wouldn't it be nice 𓇼 semi e. x reader

prologue: promises

warnings: angst. very brief mention of divorce (will not be a part of the story at all), brief mention of pet death

𓇼 sounds like: surfer girl, the beach boys

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If you know one thing about Semi Eita, it’s that he makes a lot of promises. Growing up constantly nipping at each other's heels, you learned that keeping them was a different matter. 

At 7, you got your first board. The world was opened to you, like seeing colors for the first time. The air felt cleaner, water felt warmer, life had a new purpose. 

At 8, you got bullied off your first wave. Naturally, you didn’t take it well. The new boy didn’t seem that frazzled. He promised that he would steal every wave you ever had.

At 10, you placed above your arch rival in the little surfers league, and couldn’t wipe the grin off your face all night as your families celebrated over dinner. He promised that you would pay for this.

At 12, Semi showed you a new trick he learned and you had to blame your flustered and breathless expression on the sun glare. He promised to show you how to do it one day.

At 13, you overheard the older girls talking about their boyfriends, and you started compiling notes. He made you promise that you’d never talk about boy stuff with him. 

And then at 14, right when you’ve got everything figured out, failed promises all come barreling at you and knock you flat on your feet.

The door handle creaks open impossibly slowly, and you hold your breath so that the door won’t squeak. Prying it open with your shoulder, you manage to get just enough space where you can slip out, finally breathing once you’re outside. 

“Come on!” 

A not-so-quiet voice hisses out from behind the sea oats lining your porch, and you can clearly make out the light brown eyes blinking up at you.

“One. Second!” you hiss back through gritted teeth, and a bright white grin materializes under the eyes. 

You slowly click the door back into place, heart skipping a beat when the lock snaps back, but when no one stirs you turn quickly on your heel and jump into the sand below. 

“That took you long enough! We agreed to meet at 10, remember?” You can tell Semi’s not that mad due to the lack of bite in his words, so you sneer in response and yank him away from the front door.

He wrestles away from your grip, cackling louder when you try and cover his mouth. The two of you are a sight to behold, a tangle of limbs racing around each other in the dead of night. This is how it’s always been, ever since he moved here.

Born from a ‘healthy’ rivalry, Eita became your counterpart in every sense of the word. You could never be found without the other, even going as far as scheduling your surfing lessons back to back so that the other could heckle from the sand. It’s always been you and him, and you couldn’t imagine what your life would be like now if you hadn’t met him.

He escapes your grip completely, turning and sprinting down towards the waves where his board lays waiting. You scowl, not wanting to get left behind and take off towards your board, tragically in the other direction.

As you’re tugging at the ankle strap to pop loose from behind the wood where it’s wedged, you hear the tell-tale sign of Semi beating you, his board landing with a loud splash into the water.

When you pivot, hoping that your ears are misleading you, you’re met instead with those eyes staring back at you in triumph. The same ones who have recently made you start breathing a bit shallower, knees just barely giving way.

Crushing on Semi was a development you should have seen coming. Your mom has been teasing you about it relentlessly, giving you a knowing look every morning when he knocks on your door to pick you up for the day. 

The two of you being together feels inevitable. You just happened to come to that realization first, which makes sense. You heard the older girls saying that boys aren’t nearly as mature as we are, so of course Semi isn’t as mature as you. You just needed to ‘show him what he’s missing.’ 

You have yet to figure out what they meant by that. 

Finally freeing the ankle strap, you lug the board under your arm and take off towards the water, no longer caring about the noise you might be making to wake your mom up. All that matters right now is the cool night breeze filling your lungs, and the boy waiting for you. 

Once you take to the waves, everything feels right with the world. The warm water of the island carcasses your hand with every push you make through the water, the moon full and bright ahead of you.

You pull yourself up to sit atop your board, finally caught up with Semi. You take a moment to admire him in the soft moonlight, noticing how the moon seems to pool in his eyes.

He catches you staring and pulls a face, which makes your face warm. Somewhat embarrassed, somewhat even more attracted to him despite his dumb expression. 

Tonight is a good night, you notice, to execute your plan. The ultimate plan to make Semi Eita realize he loves you and give you your first kiss.

You quietly paddle closer to him, letting your board bump into his and your legs to follow. Very subtle.

You just barely make contact with him before he pushes your board away, sending you spinning the other direction. You yelp, not expecting the movement and he cackles again. 

You should’ve known he would misread that. Maturity, you remind yourself. You’ll just need to be a bit more forward.

You paddle back, smacking his hand away when he tries to get you again. The feeling of your fingers on his hand makes it burn so you pull back quickly. 

You figure it must have been uncharacteristically so, because Semi quits his teasing.

“Sorry, are you okay?”

You hurriedly wave him off, trying to show that he’s not affecting you as much as he is.

“Yeah. Just not trying to get tipped.”

Mentioning that might have been a mistake, as his eyes take on their familiar mischievous glint. You start to panic, preparing to paddle away the second he makes a move.

But to your surprise, when he grabs the nose of your surfboard he doesn't tip you. He tugs it closer to him, bringing your bodies closer together.

You still nearly topple, not expecting forward movement, and your hands slip as they give way beneath you.

You’re lying on your back now, and decide to stay here. It's easier not having to look at him sometimes. He’s starting to overwhelm you at every turn.

“Hey. Sit up.”

“No.” You let your fingers flow back and forth in the water, enjoying the lapping it makes against your board. 

“I’m trying to talk to you.” Another tug at your board, until he’s in your line of sight.

The two of you share a saccharine grin, knowing how stupid you’re being. “What do you think we’re doing?” 

“Fine.” He mumbles, looking up and away from you, staring at something distant on the coast. “I don’t want to talk to you anyways.”

Your laugh is clear and bright, echoing along the quiet water. He smiles down at you again with a glance from the corner of his eye and your heart does a treacherous flip. 

There’s a moment of stillness after that, only sound to be heard is the soft rumble of the waves on the shore.

“Why did you invite me out tonight?”

Night surfing had become a tradition for the two of you when something serious needed to happen. You were never good at confronting the other, but sitting together in the water, letting the current take you every which way provided a space where you could.

Your first excursion into the night sea was when Semi was upset that you beat him at the little surfer leagues finals. You caught him sitting out there alone, and went out to comfort him. He flipped your board in pure spite at one point, but by the end of the night he was smiling again.

It evolved into where you would go when you had disagreements; when he broke your moms plate and let you take the blame, when you punched him so hard you made him cry. 

Then to a place of somberness. When his pet turtle died. When your dad left. 

Then back to anger; when he found out you liked a guy. “There’s no time for things like that.” He had chastised, shaking you around by the shoulders. “We have so much time left to be cool!”

Now, night surfing was anything you needed it to be. Sometimes you two would paddle out and say nothing, just needing to be in the other's company.

“Oh. Right.”

Semi suddenly looks scared, eyes darting around, looking anywhere but you. 

“I had something I needed to tell you.”

Your eyes widen, in momentary shock and fear. A thousand things start running through your head, the most dangerous of them all being what you had set out here tonight to do. Your heart rate starts to kick up, throat threatening to close. You sit, leaning in closer and watch him intently.

“Okay. I have something to tell you too.” If he was about to confess then obviously you would reciprocate. 

He gestures at you to finish what you were saying, effectively skipping over him.

Still attempting not to panic, you kick at his feet, feigning nonchalance. “You’re going first, obviously.”

He opens his mouth to retort, then shuts it. A nervous sigh. 

“Yeah, I was planning on it. You distracted me.” He grumbles under his breath, clearly annoyed he lost his edge. You’re trying not to burst from excitement. 

“So… god this is hard.” He lets out a strained laugh.

“I’m moving.”

Your vision goes black. The water rapidly filling your lungs makes it impossible to breathe, bubbling up and up until it spills out of your eyes. Ragged gasps leave you, trying not to break into sobs as your world gets turned on its head.

So, not only does Semi not like you. He’s leaving you for good. Your counterpart is being torn away from you with nothing you can do about it. The pain in your chest starts to spread to your arms, threatening to overtake you.

“Why?” The question is barely audible, your throat scratchy and choked.

“My parents want me to go inland for school. I guess they’re not happy with ours anymore.”

“For school? Does that mean you can come back in the summer?” 

He shakes his head solemnly, and the broken fragments of your heart shatter open even further. Maybe if you stop asking questions, they won’t come true.

“They said until university at least. Probably later though.” 

“Oh.”

He sits petulantly, kicking his feet around in the waves instead of stomping his feet. Your tears have hardly subsided. 

“That sucks,” is all you can manage to say. Not while your heart, hopes, and dreams are all disintegrating in front of you.

“Yeah. I’m gonna miss you so much.”

He says this as if it’s not obvious, which somehow makes it hurt worse. He needed you to know that, when right now you're wishing he didn't care about you at all. That would be easier than this.

All is quiet for a moment, just the soft crashing of the surf and the drips of your tears onto the plastic of your board. When Semi hears that, he pulls your board impossibly closer to him.

And he places a shaky hand on your shoulder, bringing your watery gaze up to his. A small spark emerges in the ash in your chest as you think, for however fleeting a moment, that maybe he’ll kiss you anyway. But he tucks your head to his shoulder, letting you cry all over his shirt and the flame is smothered once more.

He holds you while you cry, dropping a couple tears of his own. They roll down between your shoulder blades, leaving a scorching path in their wake.

And then, as if he couldn’t break you enough, he helps you out of the ocean with a lend of a hand and holds on as he walks you back to your home.

His hand feels perfect in yours. Two jagged edges sliding together just so, smoothing everything else out around them. He’s warm and rough and rubbing his thumb across yours and ruining your life with every pass.

“Oh.” He remembers, tugging at your hand to get you to stop. “You had something you wanted to tell me?” 

You wonder how many times a heart can physically break before you collapse to your knees. You must be rapidly approaching that number.

“I can’t remember now. It probably wasn’t important.” Your voice threatens to give out but you soldier through it all, giving a soft, pathetic smile to seal the deal.

“Okay. If you think of it.” He whispers back, noting your quiet tone and probably thinking you don’t want to wake your mom. When all you want to do is not let him leave you.

You both walk up to your porch in silence, soaking up the last moments you have with the boy who might be the love of your life.

He squeezes your hand twice, your lucky signal, and the tears come back. You have to drop his hand, but you regret it the moment you do. The feeling too final for your comfort.

Leaving the broken pieces of your heart on your front porch, you turn away towards the door.

You stop after a second of slowly turning the handle, hearing a strained whisper of your name.

Semi’s back in the sea oats, looking up at you with those treacherous eyes, more watery than they had been before.

“We’ll still be best friends. I promise.” 

And his eyes are so sincere, his words so hopeful, that despite all you've learned from knowing Semi Eita for 6 years, you believe him.

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@akaashislovee, @yuminako, @linhhs, @lovingjeankirstein, @graeaesecond, 

@dailyakira, @myromanempiree, @cosmiicdust, @loverlunaire, @soulfullystarry, 

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in step; atsumu miya

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volleyball LOSERS

atsumu miya, osamu miya, rintaro suna, tobio kageyama, kiyoomi sakusa, and kouari hoshiumi

extras;

♫ atsumu makes all of his friends become friends because he wants his favorite people to get along together it makes him so happy 🙁

♫ this is right before the training camp arc in this timeline idek what im doing but it’s fine ig

♫ atsumu scares off his new friends before actually becoming friends with them.. why?? nobody knows

♫ hoshiumi goes to the beach frequently in my mind, he likes beach volleyball but most of the time he’s at the beach it’s for the ocean

♫ i think he’d like bodyboarding/boogie boarding but it’s just for fun

♫ they went to the beach once and sakusa complained about the sand sticking to him after he was forced by both atsumu and hoshiumi to at least get his feet in the water..

♫ kageyama and osamu build sand castles together

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❥ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒? ↳ 𝐰/ 𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐚, 𝐈𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢, 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢, 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐦𝐚, 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮, 𝐁𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐨 & 𝐎𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚

a/n: reader is gn! back with my drabbles; i just love trying to convey a very specific mood or scene in 200 words or less, it's SO fun and challenging. i already have longer HQ fics drafted but those really help me getting a grasp of those chars (and i don't have to decide on only one boy because there's so many who have my whole heart heh). i hope you enjoy this boquet of sweets from me to you ♡ some additional thoughts at the end of this because apparently i have PLENTY ok bye

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𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀 scoffs softly. Of course he got you flowers. He would have bought everything inside the damn florist shop if you had enough space for it in your tiny apartment. This bouquet of wildflowers must do for now; it’s so huge, it makes you vanish behind it completely when he shoves it into your hands the second you open the door for him. He can hear you laugh in surprise and that is enough for him. A few minutes later you watch him from where he sat you down on the kitchen counter, rummaging around the cabinets and searching for a vessel that can serve as a vase because the ones you have are way too small for the size of this bouquet. Under his breath he mumbles something about how you stubbornly refuse to let him buy you a house already, one with endless fields of flowers surrounding it; then he wouldn’t have to waste his time searching for a vase big enough and could just kiss you in a sea of petals. You both know that it’s only a matter of time till that happens.

𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈 doesn’t fully remember when this tradition started. Years ago, it must have been in high school, when you were down with a cold and he brought you your favorite snacks and a bundle of flowers from the conbini after school. They were nothing special, wrapped in plastic and close to wilting soon, the price tag still on, but he can never forget the ways your eyes lit up when he put them down on your bedside table. Your voice had been so hoarse that day, you barely managed to get a Thank You out, and Iwaizumi didn’t know what else to say either, so he just sat on your bed and held your hand till you dozed off again shortly after, leaving him with all those buzzing feelings inside of his chest. How many flowers has he bought you ever since, week after week? It must have been hundreds. How many times has he kissed you somewhen between bouquet 84 and 931? Countless times. He won’t stop doing either of that in this lifetime.

𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈 is overthinking again. One finger rests on your doorbell, the other is nervously fidgeting with the wrapping paper. Should he have read more about the language of flowers before coming here? What if he accidentally picked some that actually say “let’s just be friends” or “I like you only mediocrely” and not “you’re the light and love of my life, and my heart has never been fuller ever since you claimed it as yours, please will you be mine forever–in this life and each one that comes after that, beloved”? His hand clenches around the bouquet and he’s one heartbeat away from turning around on the doorstep and walking back to the flower shop, when you open the door smiling, so bright that Akaashi thinks he must have walked into the burning sun. Your fingers brush over his when you reach for the flowers, and he doesn’t register the words coming out of his mouth at this moment, his mind clouded by the thought of what your future wedding bouquet will look like. He will do some research for that later tonight, after giving you a hundred kisses. 

𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀 laughs quietly when he opens his mailbox in Animal Crossing. You sent him the Hello Kitty items, including the matching hat and dress for him to wear next time you stream together, paired with a sweet love note that he immediately saves to his favorites. Needless to say that he keeps all of them. Under the thick blanket you (wearing one of his sweaters) rub your cold feet against his, and giggle next to him when you unwrap the flowers he sent you in-game. Lying on top of both of you is your cat named Apple Pie, who purrs and makes biscuits, ensuring neither of you would be able to get up anytime soon. You mentioned once how you liked the in-game flowers better than real ones, because it made you sad to see cut flowers wilt and wither over time and the pixel ones would stay like this forever–just like the two of you, hopefully. Kenma leans down to press a kiss to the side of your neck and wonders briefly how he managed to get so lucky. If he had the magic power to freeze time, he would, but until he levels up he will keep you in his arms like this for a little longer. 

𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔 is looking proud of himself when he puts your plate on the counter and nudges it towards you. The three onigiri on it are decorated with tiny edible flowers, and your loud complaints about how they’re too pretty to be eaten make him laugh. So are you, and yet he still gets to devour you night after night. You look so ravishing, taking photos of your food from every possible angle to post them on your food blog later, with your tongue poking out between your lips like it always does when you’re focused. Osamu thinks that out of every person in the whole world, he must be the luckiest of them all because only he gets to call you his. He doesn’t have it in him to tell you to hurry and eat up already, knowing there’s some things you just can’t rush–food, love. The latter he learned from you and your incredible patience, and how you molded his heart into the shape of you with time, with gentle hands and stolen kisses, till he was all yours, only yours. 

𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎 nearly drops the flowers in fist when he fumbles for his keys, his sports bag almost sliding off his shoulders, one shoe untied. It’s messy, but he can’t wait to see you. You’re probably asleep by now, sprawled out on the couch with the remote still in your hand, re-playing his game on repeat. Seeing you cry earlier because you couldn’t go to watch him play in person broke his heart a little; he simply hates seeing you upset like this (and maybe it was also on him for telling you the leftovers in the fridge were probably still good to eat). He doesn’t flick the lights on, just walks straight over to the couch, a big hand brushing strands of hair out of your sleeping face. No feeling in the world can compare to you nuzzling your face into his palm and mumbling out his name drowsily. Bokuto drops the bundle of dandelions he picked on his way home into your nearly empty water glass on the table before carefully scooping you up in his arms, carrying you back to bed. For once he’ll be the big spoon tonight, making sure you sleep safe and sound. 

𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 insists on facetiming you, even if it’s 2AM for him and you’re still jetlagged, being back in Japan after visiting him in Argentina. By now you’ve found all the little notes he left in your luggage, hidden between your shirts, souvenirs and in your toiletry bag, but there’s still one surprise left now that you’re back home (even though home is when you’re with him, but whatever). You’re busy complaining about the horrid traffic and your shitty boss and Oikawa barely listens, mesmerized by your face and the sound of your voice, and thinking about the ring he’s gonna put on your finger soon. On his screen you look up when your doorbell rings and the camera gets a little shaky when you rise to your feet, opening the door to the delivery of a bouquet of your favorite flowers, so big you struggle to grab it with one hand. For a bit all Oikawa can see is blossoms in the brightest colors and can only hear your surprised laughter, along with some curses because how dare he be so sweet when he’s an ocean apart where you can’t kiss him right now. Soon, he’ll be there again soon.

❥ 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭…

i REALLY like old money Omi who just wants to spend all his money on you but also kinda enjoys the cramped little apartment you live in. it feels like a bit of a cave and he likes that there's only room for both of you in there

Hajime childhood friends to lovers trope my beloved. how long it must have took you both to sort out your feelings for each other, one boquet at a time

i think Akaashi would write the best love letters

Kenma bullies ugly villagers off his AC island and he's really good at terraforming and will help you out with your island (this is based on me being terrible at terraforming and giving up after ten minutes)

Osamu and you started off as enemies to lovers because you left a bad review about Onigiri Miya once and so he invited you over to prove you wrong, and you fell in love one bite at a time (i really wanna write a SMAU on this but idk if i can pull this off, so if someone wants to grab this idea let me know so i can kiss you)

LITTLE SPOON BOKUTO AGENDA 🗣️ listen just imagine snuggling against this broad back, kissing the back of his neck, his butt wiggling as he gets comfy...

Oikawa idk what to say. i love him dearly but he feels the hardest to write to me

in step; atsumu miya

m.list ; next ; playlist

city council of nerdopolis

y/n l/n, shinsuke kita, keiji akaashi, kei tsukishima, and tetsuro kuroo

extras;

♫ kita & y/n are childhood friends

♫ kita & akaashi met at last years nationals

♫ the five of them became friends this year right after the summer training camp though they haven’t all met in person yet and have only video called each other

♫ y/n has had a small unserious crush on atsumu since their first year but never act on it because they’re not crazy about him

♫ i don’t really remember the whole timeline of nationals but this is like about 2 months beforehand because erm i said so !

taglist;

@soobin1437 @kenmacantakemeaway @diorzs @whimsybloom @does-directions

finished intros for in step i just need to brainstorm the plot 🙏

playlists

a collection of my playlists for my fics <3

in step

masterlist

smaus

in step; atsumu miya on going gn x reader

written

nothing yet!

headcanons

date headcanons; semi, iwaizumi, akaashi, and sakusa

in step; atsumu miya

in which atsumu miya falls for someone in inarizaki’s marching band ♡

status: on going !

content + tags: atsumu x gn!reader (they/them is used),friends to lovers, they fell first he fell harder, high school, reader is in inarizaki’s marching band, family issues

warnings + extras: reader is written as a wind player! (i apologize to my perfusion and flag people) i’ll try to avoid mentioning instrument specifics!!! </3, and the marching band content is purely based off my experience being in an american hs marching band !! everyone might be ooc erm, swearing, kys n kms jokes, stupid music theory jokes, my first smau plz bc nice </3 this is extremely self indulgent bc im in marching band <3 kagehina in this fic !!! not beta read i try my best with typos ‼️

taglist: open! ask/reply to get added

♫ signifies written content in a chapter!

playlist

introductions: city council of nerdopolis + volleyball LOSERS

chapters:

movement 1: horns up! ♫

movement 2: set ♫

rules + about me

rules

☾ no nsfw; i’m 18 but i will not write nsfw or any adult content! the most it will be is references to it and drinking !!

☾ minors ok; i don’t care who interacts as long as you aren’t a piece of shit you’re welcome :3

☾ basic dni; just get out. please! this is NOT a safe space for bigoted losers.

☾ cringe free; however this is a safe space silly things called cringe !! i am here to be joyous and whimsical.

☾ refrain from copying; it’s okay to use my ideas to write something of your own, i just ask that you send an ask if you can use an idea or credit me !!

☾ ships; i might write or imply ships in my fics but i’ll always have a disclaimer for it!!

☾ taglist; just send an ask or reply to get added !

about me

☾ vesper, 18, they/them; hai i’m vesper and im senior in high school (i started school a year later!)

☾ certified band nerd; i’m in marching band and will have marched bass clarinet all 4 years ! have played piano for my schools jazz band for two years now! i know a decent bit of music theory from playing piano !

☾ haikyuu centric blog; i only write for haikyuu atm but i will post about my other interests like kpop or others animes or just what’s goin on in life !

☾ loves; yamaguchi, kuroo, kagehina, mitski, conan gray, seventeen, nct 127, ateez, dreamcatcher, loona, fromis_9, banana fish, star wars, fire emblem three houses, persona 5 royal !! i am a lover of silly things <3

vesper, 18, they/them, music LOVER !

rules + about me ; masterlist ; fic playlists

cantaloupe island

masterlist

as you walk onto the small, makeshift stage you feel completely at home. the restaurant is packed, and you spot familiar faces crowded around. a professor from university, friends, family members, and other acquaintances. you see people you don't know, but you know that they must be here because of their appreciation of the music. well, except for one. one who had introduced himself as atsumu miya.

“oh, my twin brother owns the place, i’m just here to help out. i hate jazz.” he had said after you asked him why he looked so familiar. he approached you as you talked to koutaro, just looking for a pre-show snack. you were very surprised about his jazz comment, obviously you weren’t just expecting him to know who you are exactly, but so openly hating on jazz at a jazz performance seemed ballsy. almost idiotic even.

you see him in the crowd now, talking to koutaro, looking completely embarrassed. red-faced with his hands waving around, and you can only assume he’s talking about what happened moments prior. you turn your attention back to the rest of the audience as you take your seat on the piano bench.

the fallboard is already open, and you lightly run your fingers over the keys before cracking your knuckles. you stretch your back as kuroo addresses the audience. he has his alto saxophone resting across his chest as he clutches the microphone.

“hello, good evening.” he speaks into the microphone, testing it. it’s working. “hope you are all enjoying the food so far, but it’s time to get started with some music. we are the osaka quintet, a jazz group based here in town. we’ve got a great set planned out for you tonight, but i want to introduce the band first!”

the audience claps as kuroo takes a pause, the whole room is listening intently to what he says, sitting on the edge of their seats and hanging onto every word. you catch a glimpse of atsumu out of the corner of your eye, hes gone quiet, and is now surprisingly listening carefully to what kuroo says. hes not looking at kuroo though, hes looking at you. you quickly look back to the piano keys.

“i’m tetsuro kuroo, i’ll be playing all kinds of saxophone tonight, this is hitoka yachi,” he gestures to her and she waves with her free hand. its a quick, nervous wave. “she’ll be on the trumpet… we’ve got keiji akaashi on bass,” a loud whoop goes up from koutaros corner of the room. you laugh a bit. “hajime iwazumi on drums, and the ever so talented y/n l/n on the piano!” you play a quick piano lick as the crowd applauds.

“we’re gonna start you off with a classic standard, red clay by freddie hubbard.” kuroo finishes with a smile before starting off the song.

every one of you freestyles at the beginning, before kuroo gives a nod. you all fall out except for iwazumi, who starts it off again. akaashi joins him after a bit. then it’s your turn. you focus in, making sure to hit every note perfectly. your eyes subconsciously flutter closed as yachi and kuroo join the rythum. the crowd is almost silent, you can tell they are all intently listening.

as the solo section approaches, you quickly take it away first, communicating with the rest of the quintet through intense eye contact. you’ve played this song many times before, as kuroo said, its a classic standard. your highschool jazz band wanted to play this song every performance, and you knew with the osaka quintet, all of you would know how to play the song.

during your solo, you focus in on the drum beat that iwa is playing. you lock your eyes on his right hand, watching it hit each beat. each note you play hangs in the air as the audience seems to breath it in.

as you come to the end of your solo, you lock eyes on kuroo. it’s his turn to take over. you fall back, taking a breath as kuroo starts his solo.

as the solo section comes to an end, the group all focuses, finishing off the song. you laugh, hitting the final notes. the audience whoops and cheers, as yachi and kuroo sip their waters. you look into the audience again, spotting atsumu. your eyes can’t seem to stop looking at him. he’s smiling, chatting with his brother. you hope he is coming around to liking jazz.

“alright, next up is night in tunisia!” kuroo announces.

fun facts:

-bokuto and y/n are like best friends but they never talk or set up plans with each other

-akaashi hates soloing, but surprisingly yachi loves it

taglist: @hyenagoated @yuminako @griocriedpower @lilchubbyyy @sagejin

@oshygoshy @sereniteav @jojo23allegra @atsumuenthusiast @mikauraurr

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@nbcvs @mylahrins @19calicos @wyrcan @chloiyoomi

@causenessus @diorzs @loverlunaire @s1ckntw1st3d

my last band camp </3

PATTERN BANNERS | galaxy.

okey, I love this set so much, I’m so happy with it. I love all things space and stars and galaxy related. I have many colour sets coming so keep an eye out for those ! i really like what i did here ahahahah. 🤍🤍🤍

colours : 001 / 002 / 003 / 004 / 005 / 006 / 007 / 008 / 009

feel free to use; please like, reblog, and credit 〜

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Hello!! hello!! can i have a piano related pixel or a music note pixel ty :]

taa -daa!!!!!

haikyuu!! boys date night 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋

here are my cute headcanons on where i think haikyuu boys would take you on dates!! hope you guys enjoy (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

characters: kageyama, tsukishim, kuroo, kenma, bokuto, akaashi, oikawa, iwaizumi

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kageyama

movie date!!

he would def pick you up super awkwardly but try his best to show that he’s excited to be with you

pays for all your snacks, also buys himself snacks even though he’s not hungry so you don’t have to eat alone

would probably watch a rom-com with you

leaves the movie in tears because he thought it was cute but he tries to hide it (╥﹏╥)

wins you a plushie at a crane machine on your way out

walks you home too :)

would shyly ask you to be his partner at the door to your house

tsukishima

arcade date!!

meets you there

smokes you in every game, shows no mercy (¬_¬")

wins you prizes though

gets you drinks/candy

if you actually do beat him in a game he says he let you win (he totally did NOT let you win!!!!!)

would probably want to stop and get fast food on the way out

walks you home and thanks you for letting him take you out

probably gives you like a keychain or something as a gift lol

kuroo

escape room!!

he picks you up from your house

you guys stop and get food before you get there

he catches onto most stuff pretty fast but slows down so you don’t feel bad if you don’t catch on as fast lol

still teases you a little if you don’t get something

gets super into it when he’s trying to solve a puzzle

genuinely stressing out if you can’t solve something ᯣ.ᯣ

when you guys escape he gives you a kiss on the cheek

like hes so happy he was taking it so seriously

walks you home and says next time he takes you out it’ll be as your boyfriend (>_<)

kenma

lego building date!!

i don’t see him as the type of guy who would want to go out if he doesn’t really have to so he’d probably invite you over

he picks you up from your house and walks with you to his for your date

also wants to play video games with you

he buys a lego for you guys to build together

you guys have really good convos :3

hes honestly kind of shy (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

also orders you food for you guys to eat together

not much to it;

he walks you back home at the end of it

bokuto

amusement park!!

def tries to talk you into going on all the tallest and fastest rides and almost passes out on all of them

he still gets back on the scary rides though

buys you funnel cake and ice cream

probably carries you on his back if youre tired

buys you guys matching hats too

makes you take pictures of him with all the mascots (˶˃⤙˂˶)

you guys take the cutest photobooth pictures and he ends up kissing your head in one of them (such a cutie pie ♡)

your amusement park pictures are his lock screen

brings you home too

akaashi

home cooked dinner!!

hes really awkward and anxious so i think he'd avoid somewhere super crowded but still would want to talk to you

you guys watch an online cooking class and make food for eachother :)

you guys have super good convos all night

he romantically wipes food from the corner of your mouth at some point (idk guys sorry)

hes super sweet all night and cracking jokes awkwardly (っ- ‸ - ς)

you guys build a puzzle together :D

probably end up watching a movie together too

oikawa

mini golf date!!

probably only takes you there since hes pretty decent at it

kind of shows off but still praises you for your for your skills (or lack there off)

takes so many pictures of you guys

he probably cheated behind your back and kicked his ball into the hole

gets you food and drinks after obliterating you in mini golf (he didnt he actually went easy but still didnt let him beat you)

carries all your stuff for you when youre finished

takes you home after and asks if he can kiss you ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

iwaizumi

hiking date!!

doesnt take you down a crazy path but its still a bit of a workout

def picks a route with nice scenery

takes a picture of you in front of the view and cant shut up about how pretty/handsome you look (cutie patootie ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝

constantly pushing you to keep going (hes literally so fit its hard to keep up!!!)

he probably ends up having to carry you back (its ok guys i couldnt keep up with him either)

takes you to a cute sandwich shop after (healthy king)

brings you home and kisses you goodnight <3

once i get back from vacation i shall plot ideas for a smau and actually get my blog to look like a blog so yippie !

OH MY GOD I NEEDED THIS 🙏🙏🙏

what they're like if you're in concert band (HEADCANONS) ft. akaashi keiji and oikawa tooru

AUTHORS NOTE: my concert band days are over because i graduated high school </3 the university i'm going to only lets people in by audition (i don't want to audition), so i thought of this!

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AKAASHI KEIJI (赤葦 京治)

keiji lets you PRACTICE whenever you guys spend time in your room or his, he'll find it entertaining to listen to your part and he'll applaud every once in a while even if you mess up. it might not seem like he's listening but he is!

when he sees you in your CONCERT BLACK, he'll blush and tell you that you look amazing. he'll run his hands on your back, following your spine and would 100% kiss you a lot (can you blame him? poor guy just thinks you're ethereal). formal blacks are a die-hard for him and he absolutely adores them on you!

PRE-CONCERT, if you're stressed then he'll give you plenty of reassurance, hugs, and kisses. he'll tell you how you worked so hard for this moment and that he knows that you'll do amazing. he also reminds you that if you mess up once, it wouldn't be heard because there's so many other parts other than yours.

DURING THE CONCERT, expect him to be videoing you only. additionally, practicing your part with him made him become attentive and he somehow manages to hear your part. definitely cheers for you, you can hear it in the video he takes with it being solely focused on you! oh and don't get me started on his ability to record with such stable hands!

POST-CONCERT, he'll treat you to dinner, he definitely took photos of you playing and with you in your blacks and dressed formal for the occasion. if you don't feel like eating dinner then he'l definitely take you out to a cafe! he'll treat you because of how well you did and how you worked so hard for this moment!!!!

OIKAWA TOORU (及川 徹)

tooru knows that you PRACTICING is like him practicing volleyball. whenever he spends time with you while you practice he always offers you words of encouragement and tells you how amazing you're doing. if he finds you struggling at a measure for more than an hour, he'll tell you to take a break because he doesn't want you to overwork yourself.

when he sees you in your CONCERT BLACKS he's going to tell you how hot you look, maybe he'll even go into detail about what makes you look so hot with your blacks (he's a very smooth talker). might get handsy HAHA, he will 100% put his hands on your waist and tell you how fucking hot you look (100% his words, and would tell you that right in front of a mirror so you can see him too).

PRE-CONCERT, he'll tell you that you'll do amazing and makes sure that you're well-relaxed. in fact, he'll give you a massage before you leave home! even on your phone, he's bombarding you with "you'll do great today!!!" the guy is literally rooting for you (and only you)!

DURING THE CONCERT, his eyes are only looking at you, he's 100% listening intently and genuinely enjoys the pieces you preform (mainly because you contributed to it, but honestly that's besides the point). he'll applaud after each piece is completed and would give you reassuring smiles if you ever look to him in the audience.

POST-CONCERT, he's 100% taking photos of you with your instrument before you have to put it away. once you're free, he'll give you a bouquet of flowers that he bought before the concert that he hid from you. then he's taking you out to a nearby cafe so you can relax and enjoy yourself after your concert, he'll likely also take you on a walk to see the sunset on a hill with something hot to drink in hand from a cafe!