And When I Finally Write The Suna Angst I Was Planning Based On This Song

and when i finally write the suna angst i was planning based on this song

“I can fix him, I can fix him” I can be an accessory to his crimes

thinking about writing smth sorta dark? for halloween maybe? Not super dark but a hq and scream crossover 🤸🏻‍♀️ nothing too long, but i cant get billy and stu out of my head so i have to write SMTH

4:17 pm

atsumu goes to his brother’s restaurant enough to know everyone that works there, be familiar enough with the regulars, know who belongs there and who doesn’t. which is maybe why he’s so brash in asking..

“who’re you?”

you blink at him from behind the counter, raising an eyebrow up and pointing to the name tag. “uh, yn?”

“why’re ya here?”

your eyebrows scrunch up at his question, giving him a ‘really?’ look as you refill his cup of water sitting in front of him.

“i work here?” you answer, and maybe you should watch your tone, being that you know this is your boss’ brother (the face is a dead give away, obviously).

“since when?” atsumu presses, leaning across the counter and narrowing his eyes at you. this close you can tell he needs to touch up his roots a little bit.

“like, three weeks ago?” you sigh, sliding a tray full of a table’s order onto your palm and balancing it with only just a slight wobble, something you’ve slowly started to get the hang of since being hired. “now, if you’ll excuse me.”

atsumu’s eyes follow you as you make your way from behind the counter, swiveling through the path of tables and customers until you make it to the corner booth, placing down the family’s order onto the table, smile wide—much unlike the slight frown you’d been giving him a second ago.

he finds you odd, just a little. it’s obvious you know who he is, seeing as how there’s only one other person on earth who shares the same face as him. and that means you know he’s a professional volleyball player which he, though he’d deny it if cornered, likes knowing how it has an effect on people who meet him.

but not you. you didn’t care he’s a pro athlete or your boss’ brother. and that…

shit, he finds that really attractive.

“don’t even think about it.”

atsumu jumps to the voice at his left, placing an exaggerated hand on his chest as he snaps his head back to glare at his twin, chocolate eyes turning to slits at cloudy ones.

“scared tha hell outta me, geez,” he huffs, crossing his arms on top of the counter. “‘nd what the hell’re you talkin’ about?”

“stop playin’ dumb,” osamu dismisses with a roll of his eyes, leaning his hands on the hardwood and nodding his head towards where you’re currently handing someone their check. “leave ‘em alone. they’re too good for you.”

“hey,” atsumu pouts, scrunching his nose. “what’s that s’posed to mean? i’m good too.”

“yeah, good at being a douche,” osamu smirks, pushing off the counter to dodge the half assed punch his twin tries to swing his way.

“i’m a nice guy.”

“keep tellin’ yerself that tsumu.”

“yer an ass, samu.”

“only to you.”

“um, excuse me?” the twins’ heads snap in your direction, causing you to recoil just a tad before regaining yourself. “sorry to interrupt whatever.. this is, but sir,” you turn your eyes to osamu, polite smile on your lips, “there’s someone here to see you, she says she’s from the newspaper?”

“alright, thank ya,” he nods, flashing you a grin before giving his brother one last stern look and disappearing off somewhere further into the restaurant.

the silence that follows as your boss leaves is a little awkward, a tad strained as you and the blond share eye contact. you clear your throat and look away.

“right, well then.”

“what’s wrong with ya?”

you stop mid turn, whipping your head back around to stare at the blond, eyes wide and brows furrowed. your fingers curl at your sides, fists balled up.

“excuse you?”

your incredulous tone does nothing to deter him, he simply perches his chin in his palm.

“yer actin’ like i ain’t a big deal. kinda weird.”

you blink at him, pressing your lips into a thin line. osamu had already warned you about his brother, how his pride gets the better of him sometimes but how he honestly just can’t help it because he has absolutely no filter. you just didn’t expect it to be this blatant.

“well, if you’d like me to be honest, then i don’t think you’re a big deal,” you reply, turning away again and grabbing another table’s ticket out of your apron. “you’re just another athlete with a big ego and an even bigger mouth. nothing more.”

this time it’s atsumu’s turn to blink at you as he watches you walk away, painting on another one of those wide smiles as you go back to doing your job. you’re feisty, mouthy, a tad bit brash. no one’s ever really talked to him like this before apart from his brother or old friends.

he smiles to himself as he lets his gaze follow you, buzzing around his brother’s onigiri shop. he’s made his decision.

he’s going to make you fall in love with him, his ego, and his even bigger mouth—and he’ll be damn good at it too.

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feeling like a hug from bokuto would be so amazing rn

TELLING YOU HE LOVES YOU FOR THE 1ST TIME

with: kōtarō bokuto + keiji akaashi + rintarō suna

note: extremely half assed n bleh but i needed to get smth out grr

the words creep up on bokuto when he least expects them — standing with you in the empty parking lot of the gymnasium. his hood is pulled up over his messy hair, slightly obscuring his features under the already dim streetlight. “i really wanted to get a win for you tonight, i’m sorry.” his voice is quiet as he reaches for you, resting his hands on your hips. “i’m still proud of you kou, you’ll always be the best in my eyes.” a little smile works it’s way onto his face, and that little smile turns into a big grin — one that almost spells it out for you. his arms wrap around you — the sudden realization of being in love causing him to laugh as he lunges at you for a big hug. the impact almost sends you tumbling down, but he keeps you up as he beams, “i love you, so much.”

it’s been a long time coming for akaashi, and he was going to tell you after he took you out to dinner tonight — at least, that was his plan. but life doesn’t always go to plan, and now the two of you are stuck in a never ending line of traffic while the clouds above send buckets of rain down onto you. “keiji, i think we missed our reservation, maybe we should just go home.” he breathes out a sigh, leaning forward to squint through the lenses of his glasses. “but don’t worry, okay? we have all the time in the world for dates.” he diverts his attention to you upon hearing your words — and something about the way you have that bright grin on your face despite the situation causes all the feelings he has for you to surface. his hand swiftly finds your jaw as he gently pulls you in for a kiss, pulling away only to mumble against your lips, “i think i’m in love with you.”

for suna, it happens on a random monday night in his bedroom — a slip up that he wouldn’t regret. your head rests on his chest while his fingers dance on the skin of your arm. he’s already assumed that you’re asleep, but you’re not, and though it takes you a little while, you feel it — the feeling of “i <3 u” being engraved into your flesh, over and over again. you can’t help but giggle into his sweatshirt when you realize, causing his head to snap down to look at you. “what’s so funny?” you lift your head up to meet his gaze, offering him a smile as you drag your fingers across his skin in the same design. it immediately clicks for him, a cheeky smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he pushes your head back against his chest. “yeah yeah. i really do love you though.”