Bet You Wont Do It

bet you won’t do it

Pairing: Keishin Ukai x f!reader

Genre: fluff, slight angst?

Warnings: uh none?

Summary: You lose a bet to the one and only Keishin Ukai and you owe him >:)

Word Count: 4.8k words

A/N: This is for @crybabycrisis's collab!! To be honest I finished this fic like a week after I joined it but I only just now got around to posting it aflheafhak I had a lot of fun writing this!!

“Bet you won’t do it.”

“What?” Keishin asks with widened eyes as he turns to look at you, cigarette hanging from his lips and his brow raised high.

To be fair, you’re both drunk when this all conspires.

“I said ‘I bet you won’t do it,’ chicken,” you challenge, smirking at him Why are you doing this? You don’t want to do this.

His brow only raises higher, but now he’s looking at you with the confidence only a Ukai can pull off without looking arrogant. In other words, he looks hot. Then again, he always does. But especially right now. His hair is a little messy from his hands running through it and his head being tossed back from how hard he’s laughing. His pupils are dilated and his eyelids are heavy from the alcohol coursing through him. His lips—god, his lips; the same lips you’ve wanted to kiss since you were thirteen years old—are a little chapped, but they’re so red, and you just know they’d taste good. Well, right now they’d probably taste like the beer he’s been drinking for the past few hours. You’re sure that the devil himself made this cherry red apple and dropped it right in front of you, taunting that you can’t have it and that if you do, there will be dire consequences.

And consequences there would be if you were to give in to your desires and just kiss him stupid.

“Me? Chicken? Ha! Okay then. What do I need to do to prove you wrong?”

“Go over to that woman you’re drooling over and ask her out,” you reply with an even bigger smirk despite the fact that you’re dying a little inside. He’s been looking past you all night and when you finally looked, a woman was sitting there drinking alone.

“That all?” he asks smoothly, that same old spark in his eyes, the eyes you fell in love with, the eyes that are a dark brown like the chocolate he claims he’s not obsessed with. “What do I get if I win?”

“Well, what do you want?” you ask, taking a sip of your fifth drink. You wanted to tell him “Whatever you want from me,” and hope that he asks for a date, your hand in marriage, your body, literally anything. You know he would never though. You two have known each other for too long for him to suddenly start falling for you now.

You missed your chance a long time ago.

“Hm…” he hums before taking a drag of his cig, holding the smoke in for a moment before letting it out. His eyes shift this way and that to try and spot something to help him think of an answer. “How about you teach my boys after school every day?” This causes you to pause from taking another drink, it being your turn to let your eyes go wide.

“What? Teach them some manners since you clearly don’t have any?” you joke, averting your eyes as you toss your head back to take a drink, hoping he’ll drop it.

Of course, he doesn’t.

“(Y/n), you know what I meant.”

“Teach them volleyball? Why?”

He removes the cigarette from his mouth completely, clenching it between two fingers. “Because you’re just as good as me, a professional even! You were there right beside me when dad trained me and taught me everything I know! You were the one who helped me when I didn’t get something and made me better, made me the man I am today! You were there for all my games and I yours!” he says loudly, letting everyone sitting outside with you know that he’s drunk out of his mind.

“That doesn’t—I’m not—I can’t—”

“Yes, you can! (Y/n), I know how good you are. What happened to you was tragic, and I know you don’t like talking about it, but just think of how good it will feel to teach others how to play and help them grow better just like you did for me all those years ago. Think about how it’ll feel to step out onto that court again!”

Ah, your accident. It happened in your last year of high school. You were probably one of the best volley players in the country and, baby, you were going to go places. Well, that was until your very last game. You weren’t thinking straight because you were so nervous. Everything was riding on that game, on you winning that game, and you did something you shouldn’t have. And now you’re paying the price. Your heart broke that day and with you so torn up about it, it only made sense for Keishin, your best friend, to be heartbroken too. He was going to quit playing with you, but you told him that if he even thought about quitting volleyball again just because you couldn’t play anymore, you’d leave his life for good. That was enough of a threat to never make him speak of it again. He ended up playing throughout college and even after graduating, and you were there for every game cheering him on. You couldn’t have been more proud of him.

“(Y/n), c’mon. If I win this bet, you have to come in and teach them for a month,” he bargains, returning the shortened stick to his mouth and inhaling.

“A month?” you ask incredulously.

“Yup!” he replies, popping the last letter.

“And what will you be doing while I’m doing your job, oh great and wise one?” you ask with a playful roll of your eyes.

“I’ll be there cheering you on, of course,” he replies with a grin that almost blinds you. Wait, are you having a heart attack? Oh. No, that’s just your heart trying to fly out of your chest and into his hands. Stupid heart. He already has your love and more. He’s your everything.

“Fine. You have to ask her for her number,” you agree, placing your elbow onto the table and offering him your hand to shake. “But if I win, you have to…” you trail off, staring into his eyes with squinted ones. “You have to make me dinner,” you decide. Crap, does that sound like too much of a date? God, how much more obvious could you get?

“Dinner?” he asks, his brow reaching his hairline. “Is that all? Jeez, (Y/n), you’ve lost your touch,” he teases, finishing his cigarette before rubbing the end out into the tray in between you both.

“It’ll be more than just that,” you explain with an eye roll before freezing, realizing how that sounds. When you look up from your drink at him, you find his smirk has turned dark, the glint in his eyes having a new meaning now.

“Oh? You gonna show me a good time, (L/n)?” he purrs, winking at you. You grow flustered under his gaze and smooth words, quickly turning your head away to, hopefully, hide your reaction. It didn’t matter though since he knows you like the back of his hand. He could know how you’d react to that with his eyes closed.

“Shut up! I meant we’d also watch a movie or go for a walk, or something! You and I both know you can’t cook, so you never do it for me! I just figured I’d torture you with having to make me a full course meal!” you hiss out, hoping he’ll just let it go. He chuckles at you and leans back in his chair, taking a final swig of his drink before standing up.

“You’re on. No take backsies!” he shouts, pulling your hand in his—and how are his hands so warm?—as he gives you a firm handshake before leaving your table and sauntering over to the woman. You watch for about ten seconds before spinning back around in your seat, feeling something mean and vile slide through you. You’re such an idiot.

You’re chugging down the rest of your drink when he comes back over with a swagger in his step, letting you know before he’s even spoken that he’s won. You knew he’d win anyway. Who would ever say no to him?

“Done and done. I shall see you at campus on Monday.”

And your fate has been sealed.

You take a deep breath as you walk onto campus, heading the familiar way to the gym. You’ve been here a number of times, but never when his boys are here. You’ve always just met him outside to drop off some dinner for him or a new volleyball and went about your day.

And you’ve definitely never strutted up and tried to tell these boys how to play their sport.

God, what was Keishin thinking? These guys are going to eat you alive! You haven’t even played the dumb sport in eight years. You’re probably so rusty and you’ll just make a fool out of yourself.

When you reach the gym, you take another deep breath and shake out your hands before walking inside. You check your phone for the time when you see that practice is apparently in full swing. Were you late?

“Welcome to hell, soldier,” you hear a voice behind you, instantly recognizing the deep timbre. You spin around to find Keishin smiling at you, reminding you too much of a cat that’s finally caught his mouse.

“Haha,” you say sarcastically, shoving his chest and watching as he barely reacts to it. “How late am I?’ you ask.

“What?” he asks before looking over your shoulder to find the boys already on the floor and hitting the volleyball back and forth over the net. “Oh. We haven’t started yet.” Your brows go up in surprise at his words, turning to look over your shoulder at the boys again. Oh. “You’re actually just in time. C’mon, I’ll introduce you.”

And with that, he wraps his arm around your shoulder and leads you further inside the gym. You try to ignore how warm he is and how his cologne is starting to make your legs feel like jelly. “Alright!” he shouts once he’s pulled you two to a stop, making you jump, which causes him to chuckle down at you. He moves behind you and places his hands onto your shoulders, your back pressed to his chest. Oh god, oh god, oh god.

All the boys stop and turn to look at him, freezing upon spotting you. You look them all over, doing your best to put names to faces but not having much luck. You’ve been to a couple of their games but could never see their names on their jerseys from how far away you always end up sitting. It doesn’t help that you either have to leave before the game is over or can’t stick around for the afterparty because of your job. You always go out and celebrate with Keishin though. You like to listen to him brag about how good his boys played and what they need to work on.

“Boys, this is (L/n) (Y/n). She’ll be coming to practice every day to whip you boys in shape! She-”

“Is this your girlfriend, Coach Ukai?” one short boy with pointy hair asks, his hand raised high. Your face burns as hot as embers at the question, your gaze turning away to the side to avoid everyone’s eyes. Unbeknownst to you, a little color comes to Keishin’s cheeks too.

“That is none of your business,” he replies calmly. Oh, he didn’t say no. What are you saying, of course he didn’t indulge the poor boy. He just got a hot girl’s number two days ago, after all.

“Well, if she isn’t, you’re very stupid, sir. Respectfully,” another boy with a shaved head speaks up with his hand also raised, standing next to the boy who spoke up first. He looks at you with such a fond look, you swear you could see hearts in his eyes. This doesn’t help your flustered state at all.

“Respectfully, you can go run ten laps,” Keishin replies, an odd tone in his voice. When you tilt your head back to look up at him, he’s staring at the boy with a look you can’t decipher. When the lanky boy doesn’t move, Keishin’s eyes squint. “Now.” His tone seems to be enough for the boy to get a move on, his face showing his shock and fear. “Anyone else want to make a comment?” He pauses and no one else dares to speak. “Good. Let’s start then. Everyone off the court.”

He removes his hands from you and walks over to a boy with brown hair and a one on his jersey, taking the volleyball from him. So he’s the captain, got it. “Line up!” he shouts, the boys rushing about to get into a line by the outer lines of the court, other than the one who is still running laps. You follow after Keishin, giving the boys shy, nervous smiles when they make eye contact with you. You stand beside Keishin and take the volleyball from him when he passes it to you.

“Alright. All of you introduce yourselves. Say your name, year, and position.”

The boy he took the ball from steps up out of line first, sending you a sweet smile. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you, Ms. (L/n). My name is Daichi Sawamura and I’m a third year. I’m the Captain, and I play as the wing spiker and opposite hitter,” he says politely before bowing and stepping back into line. His kindness makes you relax a bit, a more genuine smile coming to your face.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you, Daichi.”

Two more third years introduce themselves in a similar way before getting back into line. The boy who spoke up first when you walked in suddenly steps forward, his spine straight and his head held high. “Hello, miss! My name is Yū Nishinoya! I’m a second year! My position is the libero! You are very pretty!” he shouts before bowing very dramatically before stepping back into line. You notice that some of the other boys start snickering at the last part. You blush at the compliment, but your smile falters when you repeat his words in your head.

Libero.

“Thank you, Noya,” you reply, remembering what Keishin always calls him. He gasps and lights up when you use his nicknames, his eyes twinkling as bright as stars, causing you to smile again.

Just then, the boy that was running laps stops and comes to stand right beside Noya, his chest rising and falling quickly as he tries to catch his breath. “Hi. I’m Ryūnosuke Tanaka. Second year. Wing spiker, outside hitter,” he pants out, making his words very choppy. Keishin rolls his eyes but you just giggle, giving him a wave. He perks up at this and stands much taller now. “I also think you’re very pretty!” Ah, so he must be the flirt of the group.

“Thank you,” you say with a giggle.

Three more second years speak up before two boys move forward at the same time. “Hey! What do you think you’re doing?”

“What am I doing? What are you doing, stupid!”

“I’m not the one being stupid, stupid!”

“Oh yeah, real mature!”

Before the other could reply, Keishin is yelling at them to “can it.” They zip it up and turn to face you again, rigid as soldiers. They couldn’t look more different. One is short with fiery hair while the other is tall and has a resting bitch face. Their dynamic makes you smile. It reminds you of two youngins that didn’t act too much differently than they did. You glance at Keishin just as one of them starts speaking.

“Hello. My name is Tobio Kageyama. I’m a first year and I’m a setter.” Ah, so he’s the other setter in the group. That must be hard for one of them and from what you know, Kageyama is a force to be reckoned with on the court.

“Hi! It’s really nice to meet you, Ms. (L/n)! I’m Shōyō Hinata! I’m a first year and I’m a middle blocker! Oh! And a decoy!” Your brow approaches your hairline at this and turn to look at Keishin only to find him smirking with his arms crossed over his chest. He looks real proud and smug right now. You’ve heard of their combo attack but have yet to see it in person. Now you’re quite curious.

“It’s nice to meet you both,” you reply with a smile. You’ve heard so much about both of them and you can’t wait to see them play today. Tsukishima and Yamaguchi go last, and you can’t help but feel like Tsukishima is scrutinizing you. Hm, guess you’ll have to prove yourself to him.

Once everyone is done, you step forward with your arm holding the volleyball on your hip in place. “Thank you, everyone! It really is so nice to meet all of you! Keis—Coach Ukai talks so much about you, so it’s really great to put names to faces.” Keishin grumbles beside you when you mention that he talks about them a lot, but it was worth embarrassing him a bit when you see how the boys light up at this news.

“As he said, my name is (L/n) (Y/n) and I’m here to try and help you get even better at volleyball. I may not be as good as your coach, but I’ll do my best to help you.” You then bow to them, causing everyone’s eyes to widen. “Please let me know what I can do to do that,” you finish softly before standing up straight. You find them beaming at you and you hope more than ever that you’ll be able to do right by them.

“Right! So, who wants to see what (Y/n)’s made out of?” Keishin asks mischievously, bopping the ball out from under your arm and bouncing it up into his hands. Some of the boys excitedly raise their hands in the air while some others nod enthusiastically.

“You heard ‘em, (Y/n)! Onto the court you go!” he shouts as he walks over to one side of the net, a sigh coming from you as you watch him go. You should’ve known he’d be up to no good when you lost that bet. You bite your lip as you pull your sweats down your legs to reveal athletic shorts underneath. If Keishin had a mini heart attack when you started stripping in front of the boys, that’d be his business and his business only. He does, however, glare at the brats when he catches them eyeing up your newly revealed skin. God, high schoolers are such pervs. He may be doing the exact same thing, but at least he’s allowed to be doing it!

You then pull your hoodie over your head, and Keishin thanks the gods that you’re wearing a jersey instead of a crop top or tank top, or something equally as bad. He might’ve died right here if you had been. When you drop the clothes onto the chair he normally sits in and walk to the opposite side of the court, he’s able to get a good look at your top.

And if his heart flutters when he realizes that you’re wearing his old jersey, then that’s his business and his business alone, okay? His last name is scribbled across the top of the back in big letters along with the number two beneath it. And if he turns to look at his boys with a smug smile, who is to judge him? He feels like he can take on the world right now.

“Alright. I’ll hit this to you and you can show us what you got,” he says with a smirk, getting ready to hit the ball as you get into position. You give him a nod and your eyes follow the ball as it soars into the air. You knew exactly what he was doing as soon as you saw the ball’s trajectory.

He purposely gave it a hard hit to make it go flying way off course, making you run to catch up to where the ball was going. You figured maybe you would just hit it and send it back to him, but something came over you. When you get close enough, you throw your body onto the ground and slide, your palm flat on the floor. Just as you reach the right spot, the ball hits the back of your hand and bounces back up into the air. With a swift motion, you’re springing back up onto your feet, catching the ball with a regular pass before it can hit the ground, but as the ball hits your forearms you make it go much higher than you normally would. You sprint over to the net and jump up high, slamming your hand down and spiking the ball onto Keishin’s side. He doesn’t even have time to get it since he didn’t think you would do all that. He’s frozen in shock anyway, much like the rest of the boys. He hasn’t seen you play volleyball in years, let alone pull a stunt like that in a while. Ever since you got hurt, you had never tried to do something like that again. He’s seen you do much crazier things, especially the day you got your crippling injury, but this was still very impressive.

He grins at you as the boys cheer and clap, Noya running up to you and speaking a mile a minute about how awesome that was and how awesome you are. It felt good, to be honest. Being looked up to and impressing people like this.

“I didn’t know you were a libero!” Noya shouts with glee.

“Coach, you didn’t tell us that she was a goddess,” Tanaka says dramatically, still gaping at you. You laugh at this as you walk over to the chair and pick up Keishin’s water bottle, taking a swig from it.

“Oh please, I’m not a-”

“Sorry, I thought it was obvious,” Keishin interrupts, making your eyes go to him. Instead of finding his usually teasing mannerisms, you find him with that look again, the one you can’t quite figure out what it is.

“Alright! Let’s start with some receiving practice. Lord knows y’all need it!” Keishin announces before going to a closet and dragging out a table, pulling it right up to one side of the net.

“(Y/n), would you like to do the honors?” he asks in a gentlemanly tone as he dramatically bows while offering his hand. You snort and walk over to him, unsure of what exactly he wants you to do.

“Do I have a choice?”

“Nope!” he replies all too happy as he helps you up onto the table. You disapprovingly grunt despite the fact that you’re smiling. He drags the cart of volleyballs over to you and then calls out to the boys to make a line. You then start spiking the ball down towards—well, not always towards—them, letting them practice their receives.

After weeks of practicing, you kind of just became the honorary coach for the team. Your month requirement had run out a long time ago and now you’re just here to make sure that these young boys get to accomplish their dreams.

Maybe you were acting selfishly by living precariously through them, but they didn’t seem to mind you sticking around one bit.

When the Spring Tournament arrives, you’re almost as excited as the boys are. You all have been training like crazy for this day, and it’s also the first match where you get to officially announce yourself as a Karasuno coach.

You step off the bus last and heave a sigh of relief, looking around you with a sparkle in your eyes. Wow, this really brings you back to your school days. You focus back on your boys (Keishin has you calling them that now) when you hear yelling.

You find the boys talking to a few different other schools, a smile coming to your face when you see their smiles and light banter. You recognize most of them. Fukurōdani Academy, Nekoma High, Shinzen High, and Ubugawa High seem to be all the ones that you can see at the moment.

A kid that looks scarily similar to Tanaka, other than the blond mohawk he’s sporting, is staring at you with a jaw dropped while Tanaka laughs evilly next to him. Your brow heads for your hairline at the two before turning to check out the rest of the competition.

Though…you find the familiar situation pretty much everywhere you look. Why is everyone staring at you?

You blush under all the eyes and quickly scurry over to Keishin, who is currently shaking hands with a man. “Nice to see you again, Naoi,” Keishin greets with a too-sweet smile, his knuckles practically white with how hard he’s gripping the other man’s hand.

“Always a pleasure, Ukai,” the man returns the greeting, his tone sugary sweet. You raise a brow at the two as you place a hand on Keishin’s back, watching him tense and turn that fake smile to you before seeing who it is. He relaxes and lets go of the man’s hand, giving you a genuine smile.

Before either of you can say anything though, the other coach is speaking. “Oh? And who’s this?”

“This is-” Keishin starts before getting abruptly cut off.

“Ah ah! Let the lady speak for herself, Ukai,” he chides before focusing his gaze back on you, giving you a smile. You giggle at their banter, offering your hand to him.

“My name is (L/n) (Y/n). I’m the new assistant coach for Karsuno,” you introduce.

“(L/n), hm?” he starts as he shakes your hand, “It’s very lovely to meet you. I’m Manabu Naoi.”

“It’s nice to meet you too!” You two drop your hands and then start to head inside the building with the rest of the people from the other schools.

“So, when did you become a coach?” he asks, starting a conversation.

“Oh, not too long ago.” You two continue to talk as you all head towards the gymnasium, an unbelieving sigh escaping you once you get inside.

“Wow…” you mumble, hearing someone behind you let out a whistle at the size of the place.

“Say, how about after the first day is over, why don’t we g-”

“She can’t.”

You turn to look at Keishin with wide eyes, surprise that he cut him off so quickly. Were you about to be asked out on a date?

“Sorry, I don’t think I was asking you,” the man says lightly, not seeming all that offended by it. Guess they get along pretty well underneath all the banter and competitiveness.

“I already know her answer,” Keishin replies with a cross of his arms, smiling at ​​Naoi.

“You do?” you ask with a raise of your brow towards the fake blond. His eyes flash over to you, his confidence wavering a bit under your gaze.

“Yeah. I do,” he says, turning to face you now. If you were anyone else, you probably would’ve been intimidated by his gaze, his crossed arms, and piercings, but you’re not just anyone.

You’re his best friend. And you know for a fact, that after all these years, Keishin is a bit of a softie when it comes to you.

“Oh? And how’s that?” you ask as you cross your own arms and stare up at him challengingly.

He hesitates for a moment, seeming to look for something in your eyes. After he seems to find it, he steps closer to you, getting right into your personal space.

“Because you’re going to be busy with me after this.”

And, god, the way he says that makes your legs turn to jello. Do you look as flustered as you feel? You sure hope not.

You can tell by his winning smile that you know that you do though. Ugh, you swear you hate him.

“Really? I don’t recall ever saying that, Kei,” you reply, smile even sweeter than sugar, repeating what they had done earlier.

“Well, how about we bet on it then, doll?” Curse him. Curses!

“Fine. What are the stakes?”

“You have to go on a date with me if we win today’s match,” he states, leaning down to bring his face closer to yours. Easy peasy, lem-

Wait. Did he just say…a date?

Oh god, oh god, oh go-

“Fine,” you reply too shakily for your liking. Get it together! “You have to buy the whole team dinner if we lose then,” you challenge. You would never hope for your boys to lose and you could scream from the rooftops right now about the fact that the love of your life just asked you out on a date.

A date!

“Ha! As if we’d lose!” he laughs, offering his hand to you and poking the tips of his fingers right between your collarbones.

You snatch up his hand and start shaking it with a smile that would put the Joker to shame. “Let’s hope not.”

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HEY HEY HEY BUB! I WAS WONDERING IF YOU COULD DO ANOTHER PART OF 'WHEN YOU THINK THEY ARENT PAYING ATTENTION'???? please and thank you :3

Make sure to drink loads of water <33

when you think they aren’t paying attention

feat. Akaashi, Hinata, Sakusa

note: uhh hinata’s is the only one where it isn’t a pre-established relationship!

part one

AKAASHI

it was Akaashi’s idea to have small walking dates in the evening as a way to spend time with one another and wind down after work

sometimes the two of you couldn’t fit a date day/night in your schedules, so carving out a small amount of time to just walk around the neighborhood every evening made up for it

Akaashi held your hand, smiling at the way you playfully swung it as you told him about something that happened on this new show you were watching

when all of a sudden his phone gets a little buzz- it was work emailing him

normally he would ignore it, but the subject header was of upmost urgency

so with one hand he was typing out a response

but as he was doing so, he noticed how your words seemed to die down, leaving only quietness

“you stopped talking, what’s wrong?” he asks, looking back at you

“oh, you looked like you were busy just now so I didn’t want to disturb you”

Akaashi’s brow furrow as he quickly pockets his phone

“you’re never a disturbance Y/n. now please, keep talking and this time I'll make sure you know that you have my full attention”

“but your work-”

Akaashi quickly interrupts, “that email can wait. honestly, I'm off hours anyways so there’s no need for me to tend to work at this moment. right now, the only thing I’m focusing on is you”

you stop in your tracks, a small pout sprawled across your face. you didn’t want him to get in trouble with his job

Akaashi leans forward to kiss your forehead

“Y/n, I promise you it’s alright. now go on, I want to hear more of your story”

as you continued your story, Akaashi listened intently the entire time

he was right about everything being alright by the way

but for the record, he would always put you above his work

HINATA

you were invited to a little hangout with some of your friends- although at this point you felt like it would’ve been better if you didn’t show up

as you were in the midst of telling a story, you could easily sense that the most of the group seemed disinterested in what you had to say, and you were slowly becoming dejected with this reaction

it wasn’t until another friend had shown up that the rest of the table became lively again- welcoming the latecomer with much excitement

and once they settled in, you noticed how the table seemed to shift the topic and how everyone was seemingly talking amongst themselves

you looked down at your lap, slightly embarrassed by the fact that no one was really paying any mind to what you were saying

“Y/n, you didn’t finish your story”

your eyes dart up to see Hinata facing you with his elbow propped on the table for support as the side of his face leans into the palm of his hand

“you were listening? I thought you would’ve drowned it out or something” you halfheartedly chuckle

Hinata’s smile drops for a fraction of a second and his eyes quickly dart to the others at the table- all of which were unaware of this side conversation going on

his eyes flicker back to you and the smile returns to his face

“of course I was listening to you. I always am... wait no that sounds a bit hmmm....” Hinata furrows his brows, trying to phrase his message in a way that didn’t make him seem like a creep

you can’t help but laugh, this time a genuine laugh

“no I understand, don’t worry,” you reassure him before continuing on with your story

and Hinata’s soft gaze never dropped from your face as you talked

SAKUSA

one of Sakusa’s favorite things to do after practice was to wind down with you

and today, his head was resting on your lap as you ran your hands through his hair, telling him about your day

honestly, he could probably stay like this forever

you watch as your boyfriend closes his eyes, tired from his long day at practice

from your end, it seemed like Sakusa dozed off in the middle of the conversation

your words die down until you eventually stop talking

a second later you see a hand waving in front of your face

“hey, you didn’t finish your story” Sakusa says, slowly opening his eyes

you blink at him in confusion

“oh, you’re awake?” you respond back, watching as the gears turn in your boyfriend’s head

“did you just assume I stopped listening and decided to nap? how hurtful” he jokingly says, cracking a small smile at you

“okay now, in my defense you look exhausted and you had your eyes closed. my fault for assuming my tired boyfriend just wants to nap rather than hear about my boring day” you move one of your hands to poke his cheek

Sakusa grabs your hand, pressing soft kisses to the palm

“I always want to hear about your day- don’t ever think otherwise” he mumbles against your skin

so you continue on with your story, and this time Sakusa makes sure to participate in the conversation to let you know he’s forever interested in what you have to say

hmmm. imagine dancing with oikawa tooru on your balcony, swaying with the wind and melting into each other’s touch as luz de día by los enanitos verdes plays. and he’s twirling you around, big smile on his face as he sings (dedicating it to you) y porque puedo mirar el cielo, brings you closer to him, besar tus manos, kisses your fingertips ever so softly, sentir tu cuerpo, decir tu nombre — he’s cupping your face, murmuring a te amo, mi vida into your lips

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distant lovers

characters: suna, gn! reader

wc: 968

warnings: none, just breakup angst

a/n: inspired by this song 🤸🏻‍♀️

“esta tarde no pasa nada, no me puedo olvidar de ella, hace un mes que la estoy pensando, y no se si de mí se acuerda”

“this evening is uneventful, i can’t forget about her, it’s been a month since i’ve been thinking of her, and i’m unsure if she thinks of me”

Photos of the two of you still line the walls; they’re in the hallway, bedroom, living room, any spot with room for a photo had one. They were reminders, ugly ones at that, however Suna couldn’t bring himself to take them down. It’s the only physical proof he had of you…photos that prove you existed, that perhaps you did exist outside of Suna’s mind. That maybe…maybe you weren’t made up, and everything you both lived through together was real. That’s just it though…it was.

Past tense.

Past meaning you’re no longer here, which makes it exceedingly difficult for Suna to continue reminding himself you once loved him. If only you still did love him, if only you were still here. At home. Home. His apartment stopped feeling like home the moment you left, the minute you were no longer with him…the second you stopped loving him.

All he can do is stare at the photos, despite the constant ache in his chest, despite the tears that brim in his eyes as soon as his eyes land on your smile, they remind him of the wonderful memories you both share.

He’s not sure when everything changed, if he’s honest. When he stopped being enough. When you got bored and sought out something else he couldn’t give you. He would’ve given you the world, all you had to do was ask. Maybe that’s it though. Maybe he shouldn’t have waited, maybe he should’ve offered it to you first, should’ve placed possibilities onto a table so you knew he would do anything for you. Because he would. He should’ve.

He should’ve followed you to the airport. Should’ve stopped you before it was too late. He had seen the ticket after you had purchased it without him knowing…a one-way ticket. If only he had been able to calm himself long enough to check where you were headed, if only he hadn’t let his tears get in the way. But he couldn’t stop the shaking of his hands at the time, and instead took it out on you. Argued with you for who knows how long about who knows what. He just needed to let out his frustrations.

He was frustrated because he knew that every second that went by he was losing you. That every passing second ticked closer to your departure. If only he had checked the time of your flight. He would’ve seen that you were leaving while he was going to be out of the house. He would be smack in the middle of practice, far too concerned with a practice match or penalty drills, too busy to think about you.

So you took advantage of Suna being gone. Packed your bags in an awful silence, bottom lip wobbling as you tried not to cry. Because to your credit, you did love him. Once. There once was a time where he plagued your mind, and you felt light on your feet at the mere thought of him. When a kiss from him on your cheek would make your heart beat erratically. When holding his hand made you incredibly nervous. When you envisioned a future with him.

That future didn’t exist anymore. At least…not with Suna. It wasn’t his fault. Unfortunately, things just didn’t pan out the way you both had hoped. If Suna were to ask you when you stopped loving him, you wouldn’t know how to respond. There wasn’t one specific moment. It just…happened.

After a while, his kisses didn’t make you feel lightheaded anymore. You no longer forgot how to breathe when he looked at you, completely enamored. And eventually, you dreaded coming home. So you did what you thought was best, which was leave while Suna was out.

You couldn’t face him because you knew what he’d ask, maybe not word per word, but you had a clue about what his questions could’ve been.

Why don’t you love me anymore?

Was it something I said?

Was it something I did?

Was it something I didn’t do?

And worst of all. When did you stop loving me?

You couldn’t face him. It hurt too much to even think of Suna hurting this way; you just couldn’t see the dejection and hurt in his eyes. The best thing you could do was leave behind a letter.

And you did…you placed it in the middle of the table, leaning against a vase with wilted flowers that neither of you bothered changing. You left not long after that.

That was a month ago.

Suna’s friends tell him to get out of his apartment, take a walk in the cool air for a clear head. But he doesn’t want to clear his head, he’s afraid of forgetting you. He knows he should move on. You suggested in your letter he go after the girl he had liked before you. That you had a feeling the aforementioned girl still liked him. But he couldn’t. He wouldn’t move on.

He’s holding out for your return. Despite knowing your ticket was for a plane leaving Japan, he was still holding out. He had already waited a month, no matter how taxing it was…he waited. He thinks of you every morning, when he’s in between being awake and being lulled back to sleep, when his mind is still foggy, he thinks of you. And he can almost trick himself into thinking you’re beside him. He’ll stretch an arm out, hand searching for your warmth. When he’s met with a cold bedsheet it all comes flooding back…coming home to an empty apartment, lights off and a sick, empty feeling. Suddenly, his apartment felt too big, too spacious.

It’s felt that way ever since. But no matter what transpired between you two, no matter what hell you’ve put him through, he’ll wait for you…with arms wide open.

you look like you’ve seen a ghost

a ghostface au

characters: atsumu and reader; post! timeskip

wc: 2.1k

warnings: PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS Y’ALL. THIS IS THE DARKEST THING I’VE EVER WRITTEN SO PLEASE PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS! use of pet names such as ‘doll’ and ‘my love’, slightly suggestive early on in the fic but nothing too explicit, mentions of reader having to use a safe word, there is a knife involved so there will be graphic content since the knife is used to harm reader, stabbing, harming, chasing, overpowering, blood, violence, death; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! this is heavily ooc for atsumu

a/n:  i debated for a long time whether i’d post this or not, so i just hope people heed my warnings. this is loosely based off of the scream movies, which is why it’s being posted the day of the official release of scream 5! i love horror movies y’all that’s why i felt like writing this. also i watched scream 5 yesterday since there was a showing with a live q&a after the movie, and y’all david arquette was so giggly it warmed my heart! not proofread! and thank you @haikyutiehoe​ for beta reading <3

Did you ever think you’d find yourself in a situation like this? No, not in the slightest. Writhing beneath Atsumu, wriggling in his firm grasp in a feeble attempt to slip away. His hands, warm and rough from callouses, held you close. There was no escaping. He had tossed the mask aside long ago, its empty eyes now mocking. Tears welled in your eyes while Atsumu’s glimmered with a craze you had never seen before, not even when he was dead set on winning a match.

“Atsumu, this isn’t funny anymore. Cut it out!” Your voice was hoarse from yelling, only you had been faking it for the most part, thinking Atsumu was just messing around and trying to scare you. Only when the very real, very sharp knife he pulled out from behind his back was held dangerously close to your jugular did it start to dawn on you. But by then he had already pinned you to the bed, and you remember his laugh had suddenly seemed more menacing, more daunting.

See, when you asked Atsumu to watch your all-time favorite slasher film with you, you didn’t think it’d come to this. So really, you’re to blame for your own death…and in a way, the fall of a famous volleyball player that would definitely end up in jail for brutally slaughtering his girlfriend. That is, if he was found guilty. Atsumu is as cunning as he is handsome, but most don’t see it. He hides it well under his boyish charm and dazzling smile. Besides, that accent gets him favors left and right. The judge would probably go weak at the knees and give Atsumu nothing more than a slap on the wrist if there just so happened to be enough evidence to take him to trial.

After having dated him for almost a year, you realized you had never watched the movie with him. You had mentioned it to him a couple of times before, but he never had the time to sit down and enjoy the movie with you. He was always busy, and though you knew that this is what comes with dating someone such as Atsumu, that didn’t mean you were any less bummed about it. So, when Atsumu went up to you one day during his off-season and asked you to put on the movie, you were excited to say the least. And he was hooked. You both ended up binging the rest of the movies until the early morning. You remember looking out the window and noticing the orange and pinkish hues in the sky after the movie marathon. You can almost hear the way he laughed then-an astonishing difference from the way he was laughing now.

And that’s where his fascination with Ghostface started. It was laughable really, because you had gone through this insane phase a few years prior. You remember how quickly you lost count on how many times you watched the first movie. You were just glad he was able to enjoy the movies you enjoy so much. So, when he came home one day with a Ghostface costume, you didn’t think much of it. You thought it was pretty neat actually since it wasn’t one of those cheap costumes. Who knew he’d end up taking it too far?

It started out subtle-the scaring. He’d put on the costume and hide in the hallway closet or under the bed. He’d jump out at you or grab your ankles, anything to get a reaction out of you. Of course, you’d scream because even after the countless number of times that he’d scared you half to death you’d still fall for it. You’d both laugh it off though, and more often than not it would lead to a heavy make out session on the closest surface. Not that you had a thing for the mask, more so you were always up for a quickie with Atsumu. Actually, you were up for anything so long as Atsumu was there. If he was having fun who were you to deny him of his harmless pranks?

To Atsumu this was a rush-chasing you was a rush. And he found himself loving the surge of adrenaline that coursed through his body as you screamed-however fake those screams may be. After a while, he’d find himself gripping you a little tighter, pulling your hair a little harder just to see you wince and suck in a breath of air as you whined about how he was too rough. And he wanted to be rougher, to see just what your limits were. Of course, you had a safe word, and you found yourself using it at an alarming rate. He wasn’t trying to please you anymore; he was trying to break you. He wanted to see how far you could bend until you snapped.

The increasing red flags should have been enough to get you to pack your bags. And you were ready to. You just wanted to have one conversation with Atsumu to talk about whatever it is he was feeling, and you hoped you’d both be able to work it out before you resorted to leaving. He promised he’d stop, and true to his word he did. He wrapped you around his finger and had you eating out of the palm of his hand. He let weeks go by, being on his best behavior. It was so sudden, so drastic you’d be lying if you said you weren’t concerned. But he had you so wonderfully wrapped up in a blanket of ignorance that when he brought up the mask again weeks later you played along. After all, Ghostface was your favorite slasher.

Oh, how you’d regret showing him the movie. And you do. You regret it more than you’ve ever regretted anything in your entire life. Because with the way Atsumu eyed you, with a look in his eyes you’d never seen before, his lips curling into the most godawful smile you’d ever witnessed, you knew if you didn’t run out of your shared apartment alive within the next few minutes you wouldn’t be walking out at all.

Atsumu tapped both of your cheeks with the tip of the knife, a mocking lilt to his voice as he repeated what you said. He dug the tip of the knife into your left cheek just enough to form a dimple. “Cut what out, love?”

His head was tilted, an almost innocent look in his eyes but you knew better. And as he hovered over you, dragging the knife along your neck and down to your stomach, you kneed him in the groin, pushing Atsumu off of you before making a run for your front door. Luckily your bedroom door had been left open, and as you ran down the hallway you heaved a sigh of relief as you welcomed the view of the front door.

However, Atsumu had all his bases covered. He had deadbolted the front door. When? Who knows. How you could have missed that is beyond you. Nonetheless, you jiggled the door knob, but of course the door didn’t budge. You continued to jiggle the door knob, desperately hoping the door would magically open. Your heart was pounding in your ears so loud that you almost missed that behind you, a slightly hunched over Atsumu was shaking the keys dangling from his fingertips. Your blood ran cold.

“What’s the matter, doll? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” And despite his slightly pained expression, you could hear the smugness in his voice and the slightest of smirks tugging at the corner of his lips-a smirk that said he had won and you had lost.

You began to bang on the door, screaming out for help in hopes that the neighbors would hear you. And he laughed. A laugh so awful you couldn’t help but let out a sob. You turned around and pressed your back against the door. As long as you had your eyes on him you could defend yourself.

“So, what are ya’ gonna do now, love?” You shivered at the way the word love rolled off his tongue. What was once the sweetest of pet names now dripped with a hate you didn’t know he harbored; his tone laced with a venom you were sure could kill you. And as he stalked toward you, you decided to fight. Really because there was nothing else you could do. There was no use in letting him close the shortening gap between the two of you, and closing it yourself would surprise him and hopefully have him lose his balance, if only slightly.

So, you lunged at him once he was close enough to you. But just as Atsumu is cunning, he had been enamored with you. He knew you like the back of his hand, knew all of your tells and what the slightest of change in your expression meant. He knew what to watch out for. So, when you were mid-lunge and momentum ran its course, moving you forward no matter what you wanted to do, all he had to do was let you fall onto the knife. It was simple, really, and required little to no effort on his part.

You inhaled a ragged breath that sounded nothing like you, and the pain was unlike anything you’d ever felt. You held onto the hilt of the knife, hoping he wouldn’t pull it out. Your hands covered his own, and you slowly lifted your gaze to meet his, albeit was a little hard since you had to squint your eyes so you could hold a steady gaze. Or at least you hoped it was steady, you couldn’t really tell. Your mouth was gaping in a silent scream. Nothing was coming out and you just can’t seem to find your voice again. Tears fell freely as you desperately hoped he’d regain a semblance of sanity and call the ambulance, but he didn’t. He slowly pulled out the knife, and you felt an unfamiliar warmth run down your stomach. You knew it was your own blood, but you were too afraid to look.

You also couldn’t bring yourself to take your hands off of Atsumu. No matter how repulsed you were, his hands were the ones keeping you upright. You just couldn’t find the strength to fight against him.

“Atsumu please. Please just call the ambulance. Leave me here. I promise I won’t tell anyone; I swear!” You hoped you had gotten that across. You weren’t so sure if the yelling was in your head or if you had actually managed to speak above a soft whisper. One of the few things you’re absolutely sure about at the moment is that your throat feels like it’s been swallowing handfuls of sand.

Atsumu shook his head as if he were scolding a child. “Oh, my love. How right ya’ are ‘bout that. Of course, ya’ won’t tell anyone.” He grunted as he slid the knife back into the same wound, this time twisting it left and right. You screamed, but it sounded nothing like you. At least you think you screamed. You were positive you were having an out of body experience because you couldn’t figure what was real and what wasn’t; you were on the verge of blacking out. Your knees began to buckle, but Atsumu’s hold on you was firm. You weren’t going anywhere, but you wished he’d let you fall. Your head fell back as you were fighting to keep your vision clear. Everything seemed so hazy, and Atsumu looked like he was farther than he actually was.

“Ya’ know why ya’ won’t tell anyone?” He left the knife inside of you so he could grip the hair on the back of your neck to lift your head up. “Pay attention, doll.” He eyes scanned your face before he pressed a kiss to your cheek. His lips trailed up to the shell of your ear, and he repeated his question, this time barely above a whisper and with an edge in his tone that was no longer mockingly sweet. “Ya’ wanna know why ya’ won’t tell anyone?”

You knew Atsumu well enough to know he was expecting a response. So, with the bit of consciousness you had left, you gave him what he wanted by playing his little game. “Why?” You whispered.

Or at least you thought you whispered it.

You could feel the smirk against your ear, and all you could think of was how you wanted this to be over.

Atsumu let go of your head so he could pull the knife out once more. You didn’t have the energy to scream, all you could do was go limp in his hold. And the last words you heard were delivered as he landed the fatal blow.

“Because, my love, ya’ won’t be alive to tell anyone.”