thinking about steve being accepted into the buckley family. thinking about robin’s father finally accepting that robin & steve will never be a thing & deciding well, if he can’t have steve as a son-in-law, he’ll have to have as a son, period.
robins the dad steve’s the mum. like cmon. robin joking abt eddie being the new man … “don’t think i don’t know ur laying pipe w the mechanic, steven.”
steve’s never been given flowers for valentine’s day so robin buys them for him. the twist is when she gifts them to him he bursts into laughter — coz he bought her some too.
thinking about steve worrying he’s not “fun” enough for the kids. too responsible and boring. he can’t connect with any of their interests (bar lucas and maybe max). he asks eddie to teach him “how to be fun” … finds out the kids love him just the way he is. (yes, even mike)
sakusa gets a text from atsumu one night, out of the blue, that leaves him reeling. not just because it's from atsumu, but because of what he asks.
"am i bad?"
anyway - don’t worry abt eddie confirmed actually dead forever. me and the fic writers will alter s5 to fit him and fix the plot holes and bullshit as always. we have your backs. 👍🏼
sakusa kiyoomi doesn't cry. that's something that atsumu knows for sure.
when they lose a game, when he argues with his cousin, when a fan says something nasty - sakusa doesn't cry.
so then why, atsumu wonders, are omi's shoulders shaking? why is his head bowed?
msby: goodnight.
atsumu: good night. sleep tight. dont let the bed bugs bite. tonight. imma fight. till we see the sunlight. tik tok. on the clock. but the party dont stop—
iwa, through the wall: SHUT THE FUCK UP.
me and my ao3 bookmarks are btwn god. not becoz there’s anything weird or fucked up or wrong in there, but becoz i’m deeply humiliated by the ships i’m still reading in 2023.
please thank your fic writers, even if it’s only through kudos. srsly - a lot of them are taken for granted & shouldn’t be. writing is just as difficult a creative practise as any other. shout out to my fellow authors 🫂
anyone else really like the idea of eddie’s friends also calling wayne ‘uncle wayne’? just imagining dustin, jeff/gareth/freak, steve, robin, nancy, (etc) calling him that 🤭🥹
need steve to have a “shave your head” kind of breakdown in s5. completely removing the last thing tying him to his high school / pre-trauma life in a desperate bid for control.
they’re soulmates; sisters; cosmic twins; life-long; in every universe; made for each other; Capital P Platonic; lavender marriage material; my girlies and my best friends
i just love eddie so bad u guys . idc how many ppl on tiktok or twitter try and ruin him i am just sitting here in my bubble of isolation holding him in my hands HES SOOOO
fic where eddie's on the track/hurdles team -- it helps clear his mind, he's always liked running, and it's the one 'sport' that only requires indiviudual effort, so no jocks thank YOU -- and steve (champion swimmer) always conveniently ends up volunteering for the meets...
just slept in the same bed as my work colleague and we cuddled in the morning and complimented each other consistently as we fell asleep ……….. and then he set 18 alarms and snoozed every fucking one of them coz he’s insane 🫠😭
@barmykawa
dustin & max are his siblings, lucas is the one he has the most interests in common with and erica is super funny and he drives her everywhere . mike and steve frenemies… el & will don’t interact w steve much but he adores them too basically it’s a 7-way tie.
me v my inherent incessant need to shove steve into every and any family he encounters. steve has like 7 moms and 3 dads and an uncle and countless cousins and siblings and a boyfriend and a soulmate and—
they watch sports tgt and steve calls him big man and mr buckley (jeff) calls him champ. robin is torn between horror and elation. her mum’s still holding out but she eventually comes round too after steve gets her a mother’s day bouquet
thinking about matsuhana starting a podcast ... every episode is chaos. the themes never link. they spend 49 minutes discussing if putting a cap on backwards makes you hotter. they use iwaizumi as a case study.
"thank you, atsumu," he says.
"what are friends for, omi-omi?"
friends. even if that's all they'll ever be, it's enough.
sakusa high-fives him at practice the next day, despite his skin threatening to crawl.
it's worth it, seeing that smile.)
but that's for later. and this is for now.
"i love you, kiyoomi," atsumu whispers, and he watches a smile break out across omi's face. beautiful and breathtaking.
"atsumu," kiyoomi breathes. "i love you too."
begging you to include varying sentence lengths in your fics. pls. it’s so easy and will improve your writing so much more than u think. pls i cant keep reading one sentence 50 word paragraphs 😭
okay goodnight they’re healthy and happy and each other’s forever girl and they’re making it to 90 and dying side by side fingers entwined and serene and then they’ll live a million lives tgt again ♥️
i know y’all are hyping that one fic by great unironic and listen to me: i know it fucks. i know it’s bodying every steddie fic. but i have also seen the snippets you’ve put on my TL and i am FAR too fragile for it as of current.
don’t think about sakuatsu holding each other in the rain after a dramatic confession.
omi wrapped up in atsumu’s arms, breathing atsumu’s name into his mouth.
“gonna get sick,” atsumu says, because he’s kind.
“don’t care,” omi says, because he doesn’t, for once.
good morning in the wake of receiving status update i’ve decided to deactivate my account so i can focus on being normal okay i’m just kidding GOOD MORNING WORLD ‼️ steve just tucked some of eddie’s hair behind his ear and called him stud
@SpadeQuin
steve: if you want to … you know … (gestures at his neck, meaning: bite me) u can
eddie, confused but slowly reaching out: uhhh… sure. okay. (is abt to give steve a hickey)
"make me a friendship bracelet first, /atsumu/," sakusa murmurs, taking pleasure in the cut-off splutter from the other end.
"fine!"
"make yourself one too. i want to match. those are my conditions."
kiyoomi sounds very tired when he speaks again. with his head suddenly raised, atsumu can see omi's red-rimmed eyes and dampened lashes; can read the resignation and misery radiating from him.
"the reason you don't say 'i love you'. is it because of me? am i..."
unloveable?
why won't he make eye contact with atsumu?
"is it me?"
a mere croak. rough, choked, accompanied with a wet sniffle. atsumu can't see omi's face, but he knows that it must be twisted tight and his eyes must be squeezed shut.
"how?"
"he," atsumu's voice wobbles and cracks, "he really meant it and i think he was right." then, without prompt, he continues. "because i am lonely. and alone. people don't like me unless i ... unless i'm not /me/. because i'm an asshole. but i don't know how to be better."