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blue lock ￤ headcanons

cw : none

a/n : just saying hi 🤭🤭

✧ shidou never shuts the hell up during movies. he stays asking unnecessary questions just to annoy you

“what’s the main characters name?” “what’s their mission?” “what’s this movie called again??”

✧ when holding hands, meguru likes to swing your arms back and forth

✧ chigiri gives the BEST and i mean THEEEE BEST massages ever. he gets really into the tissue and everything

✧ otoya was a ‘RAWR XD’ kid

✧ shidou was an animal leash backpack kid (so was i, it’s okay)

✧ chigiri has random leg twitches/jolts. he could be minding his own business and eating a bowl of cereal and then BAM! his leg just hit the damn table

✧ meguru raps beef flo mix easy no trouble ✗

✧ karasu will randomly start talking/narrating in an animal planet documenter voice

“and here we have a wild eita otoya mates…in his natural habitat of being a whore…”

✧ chigiri and rin have dimples AND SAE HAS ONE DIMPLE ON HIS LEFT CHEEK!

✧ reo likes his steak basically mooing on the plate still

✧ meguru buys fake glasses

✧ meguru makes sure that if you pinkie promise, you HAVE to connect thumbs or else it isn’t complete

✧ hiori, nagi, and niko are big vegetable haters

© megururus july 2, 2023

i’ve had an obsession with xiao recently

i would imagine that asking him out is difficult, yeh? he’s got a whole lot of that “karmic debt,” so I would imagine that there’s a lot holding him back (and maybe even more).

but what happens when he learns to let go and love the reader just as much as they love him?

𝓘 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼

ft.Xiao

with Gn!Reader

this kinda turned out to be and short sad fic with a fluffy ending ( ˊᵕˋ )

When Xiao first met you he brushed you off and treated you like every other mortal that he’s encountered. It wasn’t until you kept coming back to talk to him, sometimes with almond tofu, that he noticed you were different from others

At first he kept trying to ignore you, hoping you would just go away like all the other mortals did. But that proved to be useless after your 12th visit. He eventually started to respond to your silly little rambles and stories, and over time he looked forward to your almost daily visits to the Wangshu inn

It wasn’t until you confessed that you grew feelings for him that he started to overthink about his feelings for you and how they would affect your safety.

He can’t have feelings for you! He’s a dangerous Yaksha and you’re a delicate mortal that could perish at any moment! What if his karmic debt rubbed off on you? What if he was putting you in danger by simply being around you! He couldn’t stand the thought of losing you… After a long night of thinking, he decided it was best for the both of you that he stopped all communication with you.

It started off with him cutting your almost daily visits into weekly visits by avoiding you, which eventually turned into monthly visits until he was avoiding you all together.

When you realized that he was avoiding you on purpose you were heart broken. Was it because you confessed? Did he not feel the same? Thoughts started to fill your head

“Of course he didn’t feel the same! Why would he love someone like you?”

It had been 1 week since completely he stopped talking to you Xiao was reminiscing on past memories of you. How you would smile when he shared his almond tofu with you, or how you would tilt your head a little to the side when you didn’t understand his sarcastic remarks, and how you would get a sparkle in your eyes when he invited you to clear out hilichurl camps with him.

He felt an ache in his heart when he would think of you. He knew he missed you but he couldn’t risk putting you in danger. It wasn’t until he couldn’t control the sadness in his heart that he decided to check up on you.

So he teleported outside your house “It’s just one visit.” Xiao said to himself. He walked up to your front door with his heart racing and eager to see you again

Just as xiao was about to knock on your door, you opened it A look of surprise was on your face as you looked at Xiao. You didn’t expect him to be standing outside your house.

Xiao also had a surprised look on his face, but not for the same reason. Xiao felt a wave of guilt hit him as he saw your tired puffy red eyes, and cheeks wet with tears. It was clear that him avoiding you had done more bad than good. He felt horrible

"Xiao? What are you doing-”

before you could finish your sentence Xiao (much to your surprise) pulled you into a hug.

“I-I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to make you cry, i just wanted you to be safe, away from me”

You pulled away from the hug.

“Xiao..is that why you were avoiding me?”

He nodded

“I just…I know how delicate mortals are and i didn’t want my karmic debt affect you”

you grab his hands and hold them tight

"Xiao..I don’t care about your karmic debt, I love you, I’m willing to endure your karmic debt if it means i can be with you”

Xiao blushed, he’s never felt so loved and cared for before, he was head over heels in love with you. He pulled you into another hug before he kissed your forehead.

Maybe it’s time for him to admit defeat and let you stay by his side.

Dino Classico with a Medea!reader.

I love her, I want to be like her.

So... English it's not my first language and I did this like at 1am so please spare me if you see any errors ✋

The younger daughter and now-formed duchess of a very famous noble family.

Known by her beauty, incredible intelligence, and fighting skills, you were a common topic between the nobles and commoners.

Some people called you a "wicked" woman who wouldn't hesitate to get rid of the ones who got in her way. Others called you a genius with an intellect that not everyone could understand.

Receiving marriage proposals was something far from new to you. The thing that actually managed to get your interest was a letter from Dino Classico, asking for your hand in marriage.

Now that was on the borderline weird; why would he suggest something like that?. The first encounter with the gray-headed vampire almost ended with his throat getting slit open by your sword—oppsie!.

After that...small accident, the only times you both coincided were in some flashy celebration held by some aristocrat. And even then, there was nothing else exchanged aside from a formal bow and a few words.

So, why in seven hells is he asking you for a marriage?.

Your doubts cleared after finishing reading said letter.

He stated that the main reason he wanted to marry you was because he needed a mother for his child and that he thought you'd be a very good influence for him and a great intellectual stimulation for the little creature.

You sighed. Wasn't the child around 6 or 7 years old? Knowing Dino Classico, it was not that hard to imagine the amount of stress and pressure the young boy must be carrying on his small shoulders.

However, even with how much you empathized with the kid, you couldn't bring yourself to put all your work aside—as well as your title as the duchess—just to become the nanny/mother of the kid.

So, as expected, you rejected the proposal. But the vampire lord was a bit more stubborn than you remember.

It took him almost 8 months for you to accept. He won't admit it, but you were the first woman to put him under such circumstances—he even had to invite you for some tea on multiple occasions and try to court you—what a handful of women you are.

However, moving to the domestic family life part...

Theodore took a liking to you more quickly than you expected; even when you visited the Classico house, you never saw him—Dino said that he was studying—and finally met each other a few hours before the wedding, a very awkward moment you prefer not to remember.

The second time you met him was while you were sword training. He sat under one of the trees nearby, placing the heavy book on his lap, and just read. 

Although the texts and concepts in the pages seemed very uninteresting in your presence. 

Theodore didn't know how or when he stopped reading and placed all his attention in you, those big round eyes staring at you. 

It wasn't the first time he saw you handling a sword; he likes to take a little sneak peek from one of the big windows, watching from afar. And seeing you from up close was a whole new experience for his innocent heart.

He was amazed; you made it look so easy and elegant, as if the heavy metal was as light as a feather.

When you were taking a break, he approached, standing before you, his small fingers gripping into the book he was holding for dear life in a silly attempt to control himself.

"How can you do that?" Was the only thing that escaped from his lips, and with such an insignificant question, both of you started a very good relationship. 

Sometimes he walked into your office to ask some questions or to tell you about the new things he learned, and you always listened and gave him the praise he needed to hear. 

He was a kid after all; even when acting so mature, he needed someone to talk with, a proper mother figure to take care of him, and having you around was the best thing for the child—even when you doubted about your skills to raise a kid.

Theodore was very fond of you, and you were very fond of Theodore.

And Dino couldn't be more pleased when his butler informed him about the good news.

Speaking of him, he also took a link to you almost as fast as Theodore. 

You were capable of handling him like you handled your swords, with discipline, strength, and elegance.

You were the only one in this godforsaken earth to overpower him, not only in strength but in personality as well.

His previous wives weren't capable of that. But neither he nor you blame them; both of you know that Dino Classico is not a sweetheart in the slightest.

But that was fine with you; you can always fix him or make him worse.

Satosugu taking care of you on your period.

Pairing: Satoru Gojo & Suguru Geto x fem!reader

Warnings: some cursing, typical period cramps,no proof reading so expect possible grammar errors, use of she/her pronouns for the reader,fluff i suppose?, I'm new to all this writer stuff, Gojo and Geto being your silly husbands.✨❤️✨

Normally, you were a very calm person in comparison to both of your beloved and energetic partners. Normally

But right now? You looked like you wanted every breathing being on earth to fucking disappear and leave you alone for the eternity.

You woke up this morning, went to the bathroom and what's the first thing you see? Blood.

What a way to start the day.

And now you were sitting on the couch in the living room, a movie from your childhood playing on the screen of the big tv Satoru bought a few months ago but instead of watching it, you found yourself more entertained in looking to at small plastic flower near you as if it was the source of all your misery.

Behind you at a very safe distance were Satoru and Suguru, debating if it was safe to approach you with the not so friendly aura you were displaying since early in the morning.

"Suguru, didn't you see how she didn't even pet Nala? She IGNORED her, she loves that cat more than anything in this world and ignored HER" Satoru whispered-yelled at Suguru, action at which the raiven haired male rolled his eyes.

"You make it sound as if she would bite us or something Toru, don't be like that you know it's not a very pleasant thing for her"

"I fucking know that but still, she's acting more upset than usual" Satoru answered while leaning against the wall and crossed his arms, a clear pout on his face "if I didn't knew any better, I'd think she's possessed" the albino explained with a bit too much seriousness.

"are you serious? Nevermind just...why don't you go to get us some snacks and drinks from the stores nearby? I'll stay with her"

Satoru nodded without putting any restraint, buying snacks was his assigned duty from the moment the three of you started dating, and that was years ago when you guys were still at highschool, and Suguru was the best dealing with you anyway.

"mhm, good luck then" Satoru leaved a quick kiss on Suguru's lips before going out to get some peace offerin– I mean, drinks and delicious food to comfort you.

"Hey... darling" Geto called for you with a soft husky voice before putting a hand on your shoulder, giving a gentle squeeze for you to come back from spacing out looking at that poor plastic flower.

"hmm? What is it?" You turned your attention to Geto and then looked around for a familiar white hair "where's Satoru?" You asked at the absence of one of your husbands, the loud one at that.

"I asked him to bring some snacks for you" his hand moved from your shoulder to your face and caressed your cheek with his thumb. "How are you feeling?"

"like someone stabbed me multiple times in my uterus. And before you questioned, yes I took some pills for the pain already"

Suguru sat down besides you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a hug, wrapping your arms around his waist you rested your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, your body finally finding a source of warm and comfort as Suguru traced circles on your back, trying to sooth the pain away a bit.

"do you want me to get a warm compress or a heat patch for the pain? I know that physical activities can help but you don't seem in the mood to even move a finger right now" he leaved a breathy chuckle at the end of the sentence.

"I prefer staying like this, thank you very much"

"if you say so...but I insist, let me know if we can help you with something besides cuddles and food"

Geto leaned back into the couch to give you more space for cuddles, you guys stayed like that for a few more minutes and just when you were about to fall asleep in that warm embrace, the sound of a door being dramatically opened and a "Daddy's home!" Interrupted your intention of having a quiet and romantic moment.

"was that really necessary?" You asked, not moving from your spot on Geto's arms.

"yeah, a 100% sure" Satoru gave you a Cheshire cat grin, both you and Geto rolled your eyes at his comment.

Satoru placed the bags on one of the free couches and Suguru stood up from his spot besides you to go and lend him a hand in organize them because as always, Satoru Gojo likes to get carried away when it comes to buying anything to do with sweets and candies.

Although you missed the warmth, you needed to use the bathroom (and probably take a quick shower because let's be honest, menstrual blood does not smell like roses). You were still wearing the same set of pajamas as before since you got zero energy to look for another one, only putting on an oversized black sweater from Satoru as an extra.

The idiot always has the comfiest clothes on the house, and is your duty to stole them.

You entered the room to continue with your routine of lying on the couch for the rest of the day, looking at that artificial plant again and start having a mental breakdown about how much you'd have preferred to be born a male; instead you were welcomed with a couch full of blankets (when did they get those?), a Geto searching for something to watch and the oval shaped coffee table with a lot of different snacks you couldn't point out at the moment.

You didn't have time to ask were was Satoru when you felt a pair of strong arms picking you up from the floor. Honestly? You were used to it as it slowly became an old habit of his.

"Hi Toru..."

"Hi princess, how're you feeling?" He asked while carrying you to join Suguru on the couch, leaving little kisses on your cheeks and a few down your neck, that always worked to stop you from being so grumpy whenever you weren't feeling good.

"isn't it obvious?" You snorted at his question.

"okay okay, not need to get rude"

He left you on the couch between them, you quickly settled down resting your back on Suguru's chest and placed your legs on Satoru's thighs, said snowy haired gave a gentle squeeze at the plush of your thighs and passed you a bowl full with cookies.

"so, what're we watching?" You looked up at Suguru who took a cookie and put it in your mouth before answering you.

"I thought we could watch Mulan, you said it was one of your favorites right?"

"Yeah, besides Brave" you answered, observing as Satoru swallowed three milk cookies in one fucking bite, they weren't exactly big but still. You're surprised he haven't got really sick with the amount of sugary stuff he eats in a regular day.

"very well then" Suguru handled you the TV remote "it's all yours"

The movie started playing, you wrapped yourself in some blankets, relaxation slowly invading your body once again, one of Satoru's hands rested on your lower belly, making gentle soothing movements, at least the sensation of his touch could make you forget for a few minutes of the barbaric war happening in your insides, and Suguru rested his head on top of yours, leaving a few little playful kisses here and there.

You hated menstruation with your whole life but having them in your life was like a blessing in times like this. Even when sometimes you wanted them to not even be in the same room as you, you loved your silly husbands just as much as they did.

Gojo: what do you do for a living?

Y/n: existing against my will

Gojo:...

Y/n:...

Gojo: same

Hi, could you do like some fluffy headcanons with Crocodile. Like with a daughter!reader, he found her and raised her. She's been by his side throughout Baroque Works, jails separates them for a while, but then she makes her way back to him as the Cross Guild is former.

Just, fluffy crocodad headcannons with a daughter!reader. She could work alongside him to, like a secretary. Reader is just happy to be by their dad again^^

father figure

SFW

characters: sir crocodile x daughter!reader summary: crocodile taken in an orphaned child not expecting to grow fondly of her CW: just fluff, lowercase intended, not proofread

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crocodile had always been known as a figure of unyielding stoicism and calculated ruthlessness. as the leader of Baroque Works, this was the kind of man his associates and his enemies knew him to be. his lack of affection made dealing with his job much easier as it left no weak points. something he never planned on changing but, fate had a peculiar way of challenging those with the coldest hearts.

it all started when he stumbled upon a small, orphaned child during one of his operations. his sharp eyes started down your dirty and frail figure with initial disgust. your wide eyes, frightened with terror as you clutched the bread you had stolen from his crew.

"who are you?" his voice was gruff, but there was a hint of curiosity.

you looked up, the piece of bread tightly held against you. "i'm just trying to survive," you replied, your voice surprisingly steady despite the fear in your eyes.

crocodile studied you for a moment, something in your gaze stirred a long-buried part of him and for reasons he couldn't quite fathom. leading him to make a decision that surprised even himself. "come with me," he said, turning on his heel.

he wasn't sure why he took you in, but when asked, he justified it as "practical"—you needed protection, and he had the means to provide it. and for a while, his interactions with you matched his words. he was distant and formal, more akin to a business transaction than a familial bond. providing you with your basic needs, leaving the rest up to his crew.

you, however, was undeterred by his cold demeanor. you approached him with the fearless curiosity only a child could muster. you followed him around, your small hand often tugging at his coat, asking endless questions about everything you saw. you drew pictures, and even attempted to braid his hair one evening. despite himself, crocodile found his heart softening. he started to look forward to your chatter, you innocent laughter, and the way you clung to him whenever you were scared.

but as days turned into weeks and weeks into months, something began to change. he found himself spending more time with you, teaching you about the world in his own gruff manner. he showed you how to read maps, how to defend herself, and even how to play chess. 

while he was going through his newest findings on the poneglyph's, you approached him with one of your textbooks. "dad, can you help me with this reading?" you asked, your voice filled with anticipation. crocodile's heart skipped a beat at the word "dad." he didn't have it in him to correct you, and though he would never admit it, he cherished the title. he set aside his papers and spent the evening helping you with your book, his rough exterior melting away in your presence.

from then on he became your dad. a change his associates noticed almost immediately. exchanging knowing glances with each other whenever they saw him gently fixing your hair or reading you a bedtime story. Over time, they grew fondly of you, often bringing you small gifts or teaching you tricks of their trade. the once cold and fearsome headquarters of Baroque Works became a place of warmth and laughter whenever you were around.

after his defeat in Alabasta, crocodile was arrested. the charges against him were numerous, and the trial was swift. giving him no time to say goodbye or send you to a proper caretaker. a thought that consumed his thoughts daily as he sat in his cell. despite the harsh conditions of his confinement, crocodile's primary concern was always you. 

countless sleepless nights were spent wondering. wondering if you were being taken care of properly. wondering if you were happy and eating well. wondering if you missed him as much as he missed you. the uncertainty gnawed at him, making his imprisonment even more unbearable. but he held onto the hope of seeing his daughter again, the thought of your smile was his only solace.

once he was released, crocodile wasted no time, moving with the singular purpose of reuniting with you again. his heart pounding with fear and anticipation as he and his associates, who had also been released, searched for you. they scoured the streets of the last island they were on, asking everyone they met if they had seen a little girl with bright eyes and a fearless spirit. after days of searching, they found you. you were staying with one of crocodile's old associates, a retired assassin, who had taken you in and cared for you as best as she could.

when crocodile saw you, his heart swelled with relief and joy. his anxiety and worries vanish after confirming his daughter was safe during his absences. you immediately ran into his arms, your face lighting up as tears streamed down your face. "dad!" you cried, throwing your arms around him.

crocodile hugged you tightly, his usual stoic mask slipping away. "i'm here, princess. i'm here," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. he then lifts you up carrying you in his arms as he turns to look at his associate, gratitude shining in his eyes. "thank you for taking care of my daughter."

the associate nodded, a small smile on her lips. this was the first time her boss thanked her. "she’s a special girl."

crocodile nodded in agreement, his heart full. you had become his world, and he would do anything to keep his world safe. which meant getting locked up like that wasn't an option, but that was for later. making a mental note to call mihawk later, but right now he had some catching up to do.

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thank you so much for the request!!

i thought of a few ways to go about it, but this one just felt right, although it isn't really an hc.

and i loved the idea of the reader working with their crocodile, but i see crocodile as the kind of dad who would much rather preserve their innocence, by keeping them away from the dangers of his job as best as he could.

in the end, i hope i did your idea some justice and you (and everyone else) enjoyed !!

I cherish him so much that it's developed into a *blushes* appreciation for freckles ❤️🫶

Ace x simp reader headcanons (+ short scenario)

Summary: Ace x simpy reader. Warnings: Fluff. Mentions of NSFW themes and slightly suggestive at the end (but barely). Reader is gender-neutral. Word count: 525

I feel like Ace is someone who struggles a lot with self-worth (obviously) so he’s not super used to receiving affection… Until he meets you. 

When you two started dating you’d constantly make him SO flustered from the smallest things without even meaning to.

You hold his hand? He’s blushing. Kiss his cheek? He’s blushing. You tell him he looks sooo handsome in his new shirt? He’s losing his mind. 

He tries his best to show you his feelings back at you because he loves you SO much but he gets so shy when you compliment him.

At first he genuinely struggles to understand how you could feel that way about him, but the more you show him the more confident he gets about it. 

After you two have dated for a few months he gets so used to it, he might actually start jokingly bragging about it.

Someone on the ship starts talking about how they had a threesome on the last island y’all visited and Ace is all like “Oh yeah? Well get fucked because I have my very own simp, betcha can’t beat that.” with a stupid smirk on his face. 

Eventually starts “simping back at you” and pinches your cheeks telling you how cute/handsome you are, or picking you up in a hug while spinning around telling you how much he loves you.

Honestly, I feel like this is the type of love that Ace needs. Unconditional, sappy love. 

“Oh! Y/N! I’ve been looking for you!” Ace smiles at you as you board the ship. You’d been doing some essential shopping with Marco on the island you were docked at while Ace stayed behind to guard the ship (not that anyone dared to mess with the Whitebeard pirates…).

“Ace!!!” you drop your things carefully as you run up to him and give him a big hug, putting your face in his neck and squeezing his body to yours. As you pull away you give him a kiss on the cheek.

“I got you some yummy-looking fruits while I was out! I think you’ll like them!” you smile at him and give him another kiss on the nose. You see his blush spread on his face despite the smirk he's holding with his lips. 

“Oh yeah? Well how could I ever say no to something my dear Y/n bought me?” he says as he starts leaning in for a proper kiss. Right before he can reach you though, he gets hit in the face with a paper towel. You look behind you and see Marco with a deadpan face, another paper towel ready in his hand to throw.

“Oi, can you two stop simping for each other and start helping loading in the groceries instead?” 

Ace rolls his eyes and playfully chucks the paper towels back at Marco who catches it with ease.

“Whatever man, sorry I have a beautiful partner and you don’t” he says as he picks up one of the bags you left on the ship’s floor. “Come on, Y/n, let’s get this done and over with so we can go somewhere private, yeah?”.

I'm truly disappointed there are no x readers of this show, there is so many characters and so much potential 💔

IT'S A GREAT SHOW, please. If you're interested in looking for something new, CONSIDER Thunderbirds are going. The characters are cutie patooties and, overall, just some lovable characters !

Also Scott is hot 🤷‍♀️

secrets out || atsumu miya x reader

|| note: gonna start off my haikyuu fics w the pretty setter squad

|| pairings: atsumu miya x reader

|| from the author: hey !! its been a while, ive just been really busy lately, anyways, requests are open

-fic under the cut-

Being Kageyama Tobio’s younger twin sister came with an extra layer of complications, especially when Karasuno acted as your personal security team. They were relentless in their overprotectiveness, particularly around guys who so much as looked in your direction. If someone even smiled at you, the entire team would close in, their hawk-like glares chasing away any potential suitors.

At first, you found it endearing. But then you met Atsumu Miya at nationals.

It was the first day of the tournament, and you were helping the team prepare when you caught Atsumu staring from across the court. His grin was wide and cocky, clearly confident as he threw you a playful wink.

“Oi, pretty twin!” he shouted, loud enough for everyone to hear. You stiffened in place, your cheeks burning, but before you could respond, Karasuno had already reacted.

“What did he just call you?” Nishinoya shot up from his stretching position, his eyes narrowing.

“Pretty what?” Tanaka echoed, cracking his knuckles as he stood next to Noya, his protective energy bubbling to the surface.

You tried to brush it off with a wave of your hand. “It’s nothing. He’s just—”

“Flirting with you,” Tsukishima interrupted, smirking as he adjusted his glasses. “And he’s not even subtle about it.”

Kageyama’s brow furrowed as his head slowly turned to where Atsumu was standing. His eyes darkened, though his expression remained relatively blank. He might not have shown it as outwardly as the others, but you knew your brother. Tobio didn’t like Atsumu from the moment he met him, and this wasn’t helping.

“Let’s not get distracted, guys,” Daichi called out, though even he was giving Atsumu the side-eye. “We’ve got a match to win.”

Still, every time Atsumu caught your eye, he’d flash you a grin, causing the Karasuno members to collectively tense up. It was almost funny seeing the boys get so worked up, but the situation quickly became something you tried to push to the back of your mind as the tournament progressed.

Three months later, you had a secret—and that secret had blonde hair, a cocky smirk, and answered to the name of Atsumu Miya.

It had all started with some casual texting, which turned into late-night phone calls, which somehow turned into a relationship. Keeping it hidden from your brother and the rest of Karasuno had been exhausting, but you and Atsumu enjoyed the thrill of sneaking around.

The challenge? Not letting Karasuno catch on, especially when they seemed to be hyper-aware of everything involving you.

“Y/N! Watch out!”

Hinata’s shout snapped you out of your thoughts just in time to duck a stray volleyball that came hurtling toward your head. You let out a yelp and crouched down, feeling the breeze of the ball as it narrowly missed you. You looked up to see Noya sprinting over with wide eyes.

“Are you okay? Did it hit you?” Noya’s panic was so evident it was almost endearing.

“I’m fine!” you assured him, standing back up with a nervous chuckle. But the second the rest of the team saw the near-miss, they rushed over.

“Seriously, guys, I’m fine,” you repeated, now surrounded by a circle of worried faces. Even Tsukishima raised an eyebrow from the sidelines, though he didn't move from his spot. Kageyama frowned, clearly irritated that he hadn’t seen the ball coming.

“You gotta pay attention, Y/N,” Daichi said, his captain voice kicking in as he patted your shoulder. “We don’t need anyone getting hurt.”

You laughed lightly, brushing it off. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be more careful.”

Little did they know, your distraction had nothing to do with the ball and everything to do with a certain setter from Inarizaki.

Today, practice was running long, and you were helping gather up volleyballs when the gym doors suddenly burst open with a loud crash.

“Oi, Y/n/n! Yer not gonna believe this!”

Atsumu’s voice rang out, and your heart dropped to your stomach. You whipped around to see him standing in the entrance of the gym, his Inarizaki jacket casually draped over his shoulders. Behind him were some of his teammates, including Osamu, who looked like he was bracing for whatever chaos his brother had just set off.

The entire gym went dead silent.

“What... is he doing here?” Daichi’s voice was the first to break the tension.

You could feel every pair of Karasuno eyes burning into you as you slowly made your way over to Atsumu, desperately trying to push him back out the door. “Tsumu! What are you doing here?!” you hissed under your breath.

He just grinned, completely unbothered by the growing tension in the gym. “Came to surprise ya! Thought you’d be happy to see me.” His tone was teasing, loud enough for everyone to hear.

“You’ve got to leave—" you started, but then you heard Tanaka groan.

“Wait a minute…” Nishinoya muttered. “Did he just say ‘surprise’? Why is he here to surprise you?”

Atsumu winked, leaning casually against the doorframe. “Guess it’s time to let the cat outta the bag, huh?”

You stood frozen, heart racing as Karasuno’s eyes ping-ponged between you and Atsumu. This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen.

“Let what out of the bag?” Hinata asked, his voice full of confusion.

You sighed deeply, rubbing the back of your neck. “Okay, um… I was going to tell you guys eventually, but... Atsumu and I are dating.”

The gym erupted.

“WHAT?!” Tanaka and Noya practically screeched.

“How long has this been going on?!” Daichi demanded, his arms crossed over his chest.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Tsukishima snorted, looking both amused and shocked at the same time.

Kageyama was staring blankly at you, his expression unreadable but his fists clenched. He clearly didn’t know what to do with this information.

“Aww, don’t be mad,” Atsumu called out, stepping further into the gym. “It’s been three months now. Didn’t wanna cause a scene, but I guess I kinda did, huh?” His smug grin only made the situation worse.

Tanaka and Noya were the first to move, charging straight at Atsumu, who dodged them with ease, laughing all the while. “Oi! You guys serious?”

“Get back here, you sly fox!” Noya yelled, determined to catch him.

Atsumu darted around the gym, dodging stray volleyballs and Karasuno’s players like it was some sort of game. You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of Atsumu, one of the top setters in Japan, being chased by your overprotective team like he was a kid caught stealing candy.

Even Daichi couldn’t help but crack a smile as the chaos unfolded, though he tried to keep things under control. “Alright, alright, that’s enough!”

Finally, Atsumu stopped, catching his breath as he leaned against the wall. “Man, you guys are protective, huh?”

“Obviously,” Tanaka huffed, still looking like he wanted to tackle Atsumu. “But we’ll let it slide—for now.”

Atsumu glanced at you, flashing that familiar grin. “Guess I’ll be visiting more often now.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide your smile. “You’re never going to stop causing trouble, are you?”

“Not a chance.”

Later that day...

After the chaos settled a bit, Atsumu found himself cornered by Karasuno’s starting lineup. You watched from a distance, chilling with Inarizaki, who had shown up to see what all the fuss was about.

“You better take care of her,” Daichi said, his voice low and threatening. “Because if you don’t…”

“We’ll beat you up,” Tanaka finished, cracking his knuckles for emphasis.

Nishinoya nodded vigorously. “No mercy.”

Even Kageyama, who hadn’t said much this whole time, was standing with his arms crossed, silently glaring at Atsumu. His intense stare did more than enough talking for him. It was clear: Atsumu was on thin ice.

Atsumu, to his credit, didn’t back down. He just grinned that same cocky grin. “I wouldn’t dream of hurtin’ her. But thanks for the heads-up.” He held up his hands in mock surrender, but his eyes glinted with amusement. “I get it, I get it. Take care of her, or I’m dead.”

Satisfied for the moment, Karasuno finally backed off, though they were still watching Atsumu like hawks.

Meanwhile, you sat on the bleachers with Osamu and Suna, who had been watching the whole thing with mild amusement.

“Can’t believe ya managed to keep it a secret for three months,” Osamu said, shaking his head. “Didn’t think you could pull it off with this idiot as your boyfriend.”

“Oi!” Atsumu called from across the gym, having heard his brother’s comment. “What’s that s’posed to mean?!”

Suna smirked lazily, glancing between you and Osamu. “Dealing with Atsumu must be exhausting. You have my condolences.”

You laughed, along with the rest of the Inarizaki boys. Despite all the drama, it was nice to know that both teams had your back—no matter how much they clashed.

After practice ended, Karasuno wasn’t quite done with you and Atsumu. You found yourself dragged into the clubroom, where Daichi, Suga, Tanaka, and Nishinoya sat you both down like they were about to conduct a police interrogation.

Suga smiled sweetly, but you could feel the tension in the room. “Alright, let’s get some answers. How did this start? And why didn’t you tell us sooner?”

You glanced at Atsumu, who just shrugged like this was no big deal. “We met at nationals. Kinda hit it off, y’know? Textin’ led to more textin’… then calls… and, well, here we are.”

Tanaka leaned forward, narrowing his eyes. “But why keep it a secret? You didn’t trust us?”

“No, no! It wasn’t that,” you said quickly. “We just didn’t want it to get... complicated.”

“Complicated?” Noya repeated, raising an eyebrow. “You mean you didn’t want us freaking out and chasing him around the gym?”

You both exchanged a look.

“Maybe a little,” you admitted with a grin. “But you guys kinda proved us right.”

There was a beat of silence before Daichi cleared his throat. “We’re not trying to be overbearing. We just want to make sure you’re happy, Y/N. And that you’re with someone who treats you right.”

Atsumu, for once, looked serious as he nodded. “I get it. But trust me—I ain’t gonna mess this up. I’m crazy about her.”

Karasuno’s members exchanged glances, and finally, Suga sighed with a small smile. “Okay. But we’re keeping an eye on you, Miya. One wrong move, and—”

“I know, I know.” Atsumu raised his hands again. “I’ll behave.”

The interrogation ended on a somewhat lighter note, but as you walked out of the room with Atsumu by your side, you could still feel the weight of Karasuno’s watchful eyes.

“They’re never gonna let this go, are they?” you asked, glancing up at him.

“Nah,” Atsumu chuckled, throwing an arm around your shoulder. “But it’s kinda sweet, ain’t it? Means they care about ya.”

You smiled, leaning into him as you both headed out of the gym. “Yeah. I guess it does.”

The secret was out, and while it had been a wild ride, you felt relieved. Despite all the threats and teasing, you knew you were surrounded by people who had your back—whether they were from Karasuno or Inarizaki.

And as for Atsumu? Well, you had a feeling he was going to enjoy riling up Karasuno for a long time to come.

I dunno if this is already a thing, but I think we should start a trend where someone writes a short story but leaves it open ended then someone reblogs it with a small continuation and we just let it keep growing and see what happens…

Giddy, screaming in my pillow, kicking my feet because just imagine your fav’s warm chest under your ear… burying your face in his shirt… taking in his scent… smiling against his skin at the lazy way he draws his fingers up and down your spine, an action that both soothes you and makes you nuzzle deeper into his chest like you could make a home in the cavern of his ribs because you feel all fluttery and warm; nervous but in a fun, schoolgirl kind of way

Thinking about his hand on your hip, heavy and warm over the fabric of your sleepwear as you look up at him with a soft, content expression feeling all sorts of mushy and gummy and sweet because he’s got a life to live and probably a few things to do, yet he chose cuddling here with you and you feel like you don’t deserve it but you’re staying here all the same.

Unedited, feel like this applies to any and all characters really, just feeling uber mushy as of late… dunno

*sigh* the feminine urge to kiss a big beefy man so he calls me pretty