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WHICH FANFIC TROPE ARE YOU?

#I GOT TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF THIS IS ACCURATE AS HELL #I WILL ALWAYS DIE FOR A CUTE HAND HOLDING DESCRIPTION #literally anything cute pls im LONELY

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hellooo everyoneeee I know this post might be kinda pointless but I thought it would probably be better to say something than just disappear. I’m currently going through the process of being diagnosed with ADHD and my brain is on sicko mode (well it usually is anyways but becoming aware of the fact I have a learning disability is uhhhh making it significantly worse atm)

I just wanted to say something bc I’m finding it particularly hard to write more than a couple paragraphs of my ideas down before I just physically can’t write anything else about them (and then I get bored of that idea and move on to the next one, I think I have like 15 documents of random ideas that I have no motivation to write about anymore but hopefully I can get back to them!) it’s kinda infuriating that I can’t write anything BC SOME OF THEM ARE SO COOL LIKE DUDE JUST FINISH IT DEAR LORD!!1! like the tendou plan I have? >:) when that goes up... naughty naughty.. you teasing meeeeee

I know I only just started my account and I love writing and posting for everyone and I’m going to try my best and post everything that I’m proud of, it just might take a little longer atm

I feel a lil silly posting this (and also the fact that this post is hella long) but all of you that follow me make me ridiculously happy (you like my stuff so much you followed me??? it makes me want to run 100 laps around my block squealing like BRUH) and I would never wanna let y’all down and I feel like you deserve an explanation and hopefully once this is all sorted through and I’ve got some cute ass strategies to help me do everyday tasks I’ll be posting multiple times a week like I want to <3

I’m thinking about doing headcannons too? I feel like that might be a bit easier to post and i’ve got an entertaining thought or two and I often go back and laugh at my headcannon planning for my writing pieces so if you would want to see that lemme knowwww, I wanna put some personality into this blog

so chile anywayssszzz I hope this makes sense love y’all ❀ܓ(｡◠ ꇴ ◠｡ )

#adhd #is this oversharing??? idfk but i just wanted to say something #seriously you guys mean a lot to meeee #kith kith

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first kiss

terushima yuuji x reader

summary: all you want is a good first kiss, so you ask your best friend if he’d like to do the honours.

Terushima blinks, then narrows his eyes.

“No.”

“Yuuji,” you whine. “Please. It’s not a big deal.”

“Yes, it is,” he objects. “It’s your first kiss.”

He really, really, really hoped it would never come to this. They’d all warned him, hadn’t they? Watched him hurtle into the friend zone with reckless abandon, burying himself deeper into that pitless void with unreasonable confidence he would find his way out.

You’re going to hurt yourself, they said.

It will be worth it, he’d thought.

God, it’s hard being in love with your best friend.

And it’s even harder when they want to kiss you – in a platonic way, whatever the hell that means.

“I just don’t want it to be embarrassing,” you explain, shoulders drooping. “I…I want it to be good, you know?”

“But I’m gonna be your first kiss,” Terushima points out. “You understand that, right?”

You chew your lip. “Well, technically, but just see this as, I don’t know, a practice run, for the real thing.”

The real thing. Terushima shakes his head, and flops back down on your bed with a disgruntled huff. You swing around on your chair to look at him with imploring eyes.

“Please,” you urge, palms pressed together like a prayer. “Please?”

And it’s so hard to look at you right now, with your stupid little pout and those shining eyes that send his heart stuttering over all his words. He’d love to kiss you, truth be told, he’d love to finally know what it’d be like to have your lips on his, he’d love to find out what makes you tick and what makes you curl up with pleasure–

He shakes those thoughts away. Not now, not now.

It would be wise to drop the subject, to close this box and let it go unspoken between you forever. To forget about your strange request and go on as friends do.

But Terushima’s not exactly a sage.

He sits up on the bed, a resigned look in his eyes.

“Fine.”

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#I LOVE THIS #the writing??? #immaculate #genuinely so entrancing I could read it over and over

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A Bit Too Scary

aone takanobu x reader

warnings: I find it cannon that aone is scared of horror films but I haven’t included any mentions of what is actually happening on the tv bc I too am scared of them and don’t watch them so once again this is just. Pure fluff.  word count: 1100+ A/N: Alright y’all... it’s finally time for best boy. I fr love him sm he IS a teddy bear no one can tell me different. He would treat whoever his s/o is so well like I can just feel it. Pure baby. He make heart go boom boom, head empty only aone. I hope you like it! ➽───────────────❥

The snow billowed against the windows of the living room. You could hear the howl of the wind even though they were tightly closed. Although, trying to look out of the window was impossible from the build-up of snow and the fog from the warmth of the room. 

I, however, was snuggled up on the couch underneath a mountain of blankets and pressed into the side of my boyfriend, Aone. After hours of convincing, I finally got him to agree to watch my favourite horror movie with me, promising that I’d comfort him if he got too scared. 

“Please, babe. It won’t be that bad!” I whined, pouting up at him. “It’s fun! Plus we can cuddle…” I trailed off as I tried my best to jump up and wrap my arms around his neck and he managed to catch me by my waist, lifting my body so I wasn’t straining his neck. 

By this point I was face to face with him, my legs dangling in the air. I knew I’d gotten him to cave by the look in his eye and the softening of the grumpy look that was always plastered on his face. I pouted even more so, trying to push him over the edge and finally, he let out a soft grunt. 

“Alright,” he grumbled, before kissing me gently. “If it’s too scary I’ll-” 

“I’ll make you feel better!” I giggled out. “I promise, bub.” 

An hour later and I was cuddled into Aone’s side, his arm draped around me and my eyes glued to the screen before us. I’d seen this movie three times over and it never failed to have me hooked. I don’t know what it was about scary movies that made me love them so much, perhaps the joint feeling of being terrified and amused at the same time. Or the planning of what I would do in that situation, preferably making it as stupid and chaotic as possible.

The thought of aggressively barking at a demon had me snickering despite the intense scene occurring on the screen at that moment. Aone turned his head towards me in confusion, and we held each other's gaze for a moment before he let out a sigh and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “I worry about you.”

I nuzzled my head against his chest. “Sometimes, I worry as well.” 

As the plot progressed the scenes grew more sinister. I could feel Aone’s body become increasingly tenser, and I redirected my gaze towards his face to see if he was alright. He was nervously rubbing his spare hand up and down his thigh and his whole body flinched as a jump scare occurred on the screen. 

“Aone,” I whisper gently. He doesn’t notice, too drawn into the menacing scene. A heavy weight came over my chest as I realised that it was my fault he was so frightened. I had no idea that these types of movies would have such an effect on him. 

Sometimes I forget how sensitive he is. That whilst he may look angry and like he would step on you if you got in his way, he was nothing of the sort. Aone wouldn’t hurt a fly, in fact, he was scared of bugs, although I can never figure out if it’s because he’s afraid to hurt them or if he’s genuinely terrified of them. 

I internally cursed myself out for being so forgetful, before climbing into his lap so I was facing him. “Aone…” 

His eyes immediately snapped to my face, stress pronounced on his facial features. Eyebrows were furrowed, creases prominent on his forehead, his mouth was in a firm line. “(y/n), what are you doing?” 

I placed a palm against his cheek, rubbing my thumb back and forth softly. I genuinely felt as though guilt was eating at my insides. “It’s a bit scary, huh?” He leant his face affectionately into my hand and closed his eyes, facial features relaxing. 

“A bit. It’s alright though. I just want to make you happy, bub.” 

His response soothed my guilt, filling up the empty feeling in my gut with a warmth that ran like honey through my veins and I found myself practically melting at his words. He was so sweet to me.

Without another word, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his face into my chest, my head resting on top of his, buried into his hair. He was stiff for a moment, before he relaxed and nuzzled himself into the crook of my neck. Long gone was the movie, an afterthought in my mind, all I wanted to do was to stay wrapped up like this with Aone forever. 

We sat there for a long while, until I felt soft, warm lips pressing against my neck.  “I can’t breathe very well, bub.” 

I let go of his head, pulling away so that I could see his face. A rare, soft smile contorted the rest of his features, his eyes squinted, cheeks flushed a soft pink from the warmth of our embrace. I don’t think I’d ever seen anything so adorable in my entire life. 

Suddenly, his body began to move, throwing me off balance and I wrapped my arms around his neck again to keep myself steady. “What are you doing?” 

“This.” 

He rotated our bodies so that we were lying horizontally on the couch, before pulling the blanket up and over our heads so we no longer had to watch the movie.

The tips of our noses were touching, and I could just make out his features in the dimmed light. Surprising me again, he pressed a gentle kiss to my lips. It was warm, making my head feel fuzzy and my whole body tingle in response. I sighed against him, and when we separated I once again caught a smile creeping its way onto his face. 

The fact that I was able to make him smile like this caused me to do the same, except mine wasn’t soft. It was so big it made my cheeks ache and my eyes scrunch up. 

“I love you,” I whispered. And I truly meant it. I couldn’t think of anyone else in my life bringing me such happiness. 

I could feel the heat from his face radiating against mine, we were so close. “I love you too, bub.” 

He wrapped a hand around my waist to pull me closer to him, adjusting my body so I could snuggle my head underneath his chin. He lifted a leg so I was able to place one of mine in between, before using his free hand to gently rub the back of my neck. 

“Stay here, please,” he mumbled into my hair. “I don’t want to be alone.” 

“Always.” I began to press tender kisses underneath his ear and he hummed at the sensation, running his fingers down the length of my spine in response. 

“Thank you.”

#aone takanobu #aone fluff #aone #aone soft hours #aone scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu oneshots #haikyuu oneshot #aone imagine #aone oneshot #fluff #hq fluff #hq x reader

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midnight murmurs

Iwaizumi x Reader - Scenario

a/n: Iwaizumi rattles off some late-night thoughts to you while you’re “sleeping.” little does he know your eyes may not be open, but your ears are still catching quite a few of his one-sided conversations.

warnings: some language

wc: 1.4k

dedicated to: @star-puff, because your Iwaizumi fluff had me riding a high for like 2 whole days & we all need him in our lives

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Incoherent whispering. Soft, short rambles. Maybe he was sleep-talking?

At least that’s what you thought when you’d first heard Iwaizumi’s voice over the gentle hum of the ceiling fan and the muted song of the cicadas buzzing outside of the bedroom window.

But as the nights passed, you began to hone in on the contents of Iwaizumi’s mumbling.

His words were… pointed. Holding an air of quiet confidence and trickling ever so gently into your ear like a lullaby. Sometimes it had to do with his day. Other times it was about how cute you looked that morning, still fast asleep as he was getting dressed for work.

But whatever the topic was, you’d grown used to the conversations he seemed to be having with the back of your head.

“I wish you’d heard about what shittykawa had done today…” He rasped softly.

“…Even though he’s all the way in Argentina, literally surrounded by beaches and resorts, he still hardly takes a day off. That dumbass sprained his ankle and kept practicing for another hour.” Iwaizumi sighed, his thumb barely skimming the surface of your forearm.

If you’d actually been asleep like he’d thought you were, you’re sure you wouldn’t have felt the brush of his fingertips. Honestly, you’re just glad he still holds you this tenderly, even when you’d least expect his affection. After all, you’ve not had a chance to cuddle with him in a while.

Iwaizumi had been getting home later every single night for the past few weeks and for good reason. He felt obligated to stay with Japan’s national team into the darker hours of the night as the Olympic games approached. And you admired his dedication. You were proud that his passion for training and helping others was never undermined or smothered by your relationship with him.

But this usually meant that, by the time he cracked the bedroom door open, you two would only have a few moments to share some words and a quick kiss before tucking under the covers. You, of course, missed his voice. And he longed to hear yours.

However, as you closed your tired eyes, Iwa’s remained wide-open, body and mind still processing through another intense day. You never said a word to him about his slight shifting and deep sighs, worried that he might feel guilty for keeping you awake with him. Yet still, you felt Iwaizumi’s restlessness in the way his weary arms draped around your waist. There was a tautness, a tension, there.

So you did your best to remain completely still in his hold, hoping that your outward calm would bring him some inward peace. That your steady breath might lull him into a state of rest. That you could be the anchor to his rocking boat, like he’d always been for you when your life got windy and overwhelming. But even with your best, silent efforts, he stayed alert and somewhat unsteady.

That’s when the whispery words would start… and you soon came to the realization that he was talking to you.

You could hear the rustle of his hair as he ran a firm hand through it. A small smile adorns your lips as he continues his line of thought, Iwaizumi’s breath wafting across the back of your neck.

“Y/n, he’s such an idiot and he won’t listen to me anymore… maybe I’ll get you to text him tomorrow. You’re so good for him and… maybe a little nicer than I am.” Iwaizumi admits.

There’s a pause and you wonder if that’s it. If that’s the end of his dialogue for the night… but there’s more this time.

“And, God y/n, I missed you today.”

The confession shakes you. Your chest tightens and a wave of heat makes its way up onto your cheeks.

You’re pretty sure you weren’t supposed to hear that.

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#this is so lovely!!!! #genuinely so inspired after reading this holy heck

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Haikyuubu Masterlist

I reread them pretty often, so I decided to make this

All of them are posted by @kuromantic, so thanks!

Please note that this post will only be updated, not reblogged, so you will need to click on the original post if you do reblog.

I will also reblog to announce a new update.

This week: IT’S OUT! Read all about Akaashi and Udai as editor and mangaka respectively! Poor Akaashi, Bokuto seemed way easier to handle!

Last chapter:

Ushijima’s (Virtual) Reality

Next chapter: It’s Kamomedai, hitting on September 14!

Special Announcement: Hey, all the random sketches of Haikyuubu’s translations have just been released, part 3!

Chapter Glitch: Chapter 52, Kuro(o) the Kitten should be fixed!

Chapter 1: Akaashi Predicts (Almost) Everything

Chapter 1.5: Akaashi Hosts a Bokuto Pop Quiz

Chapter 2: Kenma the Champion

Chapter 3: Ushijima, Spirit Destroyer

Chapter 4: Kita (Almost) Never Laughs

Chapter 5: The Association Drinks A Lot

Chapter 6: Mika is Sick of Volleyball

Chapter 7: Hana Puts Up With Way Too Much

Chapter 8: Nakashima Has Too Many Fans

Chapter 9: Aone Keeps Too Many Secrets

Chapter 10: Oikawa Gets a Translator

Chapter 11: Tora Tries to Get a Manager

Chapter 12: Tendou Makes Manga

Chapter 13: The Managers Make Food

Chapter 14: The Miyas’ Bodyswap

Chapter 15: Aone and Yachi

Chapter 16: Seijoh Washed Ashore

Chapter 17: The Coaches

Chapter 18: Bokuto and the Principal’s Office

Chapter 19: Let’s All Become Hyakuzawa

Chapter 20: The Cats and Snow

Chapter 21: (No One Wants) Oikawa as a Youtuber

Chapter 22: Terushima Tries to Get a Job

Chapter 23: The Karasuno Neighborhood Meeting

Chapter 24: Isekai Shiratori

Chapter 25: Kanoka’s Delinquent Love

Chapter 26: Bokuto and Kiryuu’s Interview

Chapter 27: Tanaka and Nishinoya’s Exams

Chapter 28: Ukai and Saeko’s Meeting from Hell

Chapter 29: Seijoh Plays Cards

Chapter 30: Yachi’s Presents

Chapter 31: Kuroo VS Daishou

Chapter 32: Inarizaki’s Fortune Strips

Chapter 33: Taketora’s Youtube Debut

Chapter 34: Futakuchi and some kids

Chapter 35: Yachi’s Valentine

Chapter 35.5: Haikyuu Folktales- Oikawa-Taro

Chapter 36: Tendou the.. Kappa?

Chapter 37: Suzumeda’s Diet

Chapter 38: Sakusa’s Problem

Chapter 39: Ougiminami Recruiting

Chapter 40: Nekoma Plays Online Games!

Chapter 41: Oikawa Tries and Gets Tamed

Chapter 42: Karasuno Lottery

Chapter 43: Sakura with Yachi’s mom

Chapter 44: Android Aone

Chapter 45: Go Go Michimiya!

Chapter 46: Fukurodani Eating Contest

Chapter 47: Shiratorizawa Flower Fairy

Chapter 48: Shimada Mart Advertising

Chapter 49: Seijoh Goes Fishing

Chapter 50: Inarizaki’s Comedy Routines

Chapter 51: A Couple’s First Beach Date

Chapter 52: Kuro(o) the Kitten

Chapter 52.5: Haikyuubu Extra Sketches

Chapter 53: Ushijima’s (Virtual) Reality

Chapter 53.5: Extra Sketches 2

Chapter 54: Akaashi and Udai

Chapter 54.5: Extra Sketches 3

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I LOVE AONE SM he make my heart do the THING (˵ᵕ̴᷄ ˶̫ ˶ᵕ̴᷅˵)

#hes so cute he just UIGISHSLHROSUF #SO SOFT

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Early Mornings

kenma kozume x reader

warnings: I got none ngl unless you’re allergic to fluff word count: 1300+ A/N: This is for you anon, I hope you like it! I tried to make it extra fluffy bc I think secretly Kenma would be like that if he was in a relationship, like he’s always out here fixated on playing games but for sure he’d be fixated on you when he wasn’t. Anywayssszzzzz I hope you like it lovelies ヾ(＾-＾)ノ A soft warmth pressed against my head. 

“Pumpkin?” 

Slowly, I felt my mind rouse from a pleasant sleep. I’d fallen asleep watching Kenma play Mario Bros and my dreams were filled with Mario themed fields. It was warm and sunny and if I kicked the small mounds of dirt littering the field, coins and rainbows would fly out and spin around me as though I was the eye of a strange storm. It seemed to stretch on infinitely, with nothing but the grass, dirt and small mushrooms with stumpy legs grumbling as they ran past me. 

I opened my eyes to see Kenma leaning over me, a small smile on his face. He was gently rubbing his fingers along my scalp, which made me close my eyes and almost drift back to sleep again. 

“Pumpkin,” Kenma gently hummed in my ear, “Wake up.” 

I let out a groan in protest, the thought of having to get up and get ready for the day was not appealing to me at all. Why would I want to get up when I could stay here, half asleep with the feeling of my boyfriend’s fingers laced through my hair? The soft, warm feeling pressed against my forehead again, and I smiled when I realised it was Kenma’s lips. 

“If we get up now, we can go and watch the sunrise,” he mumbled, lips still partially against my skin.  

My eyes fluttered open at the sound of the idea, and we made eye contact again. His light brown eyes held hope that I would agree to his spontaneous idea.

“That sounds lovely,” a smile graced my face. A small excited squeak left his mouth before he lowered it to mine and gave me a light kiss. 

After a few soft kisses, Kenma stood up and walked out of the room. His fingers left my head, causing me to pout a little but that disappeared when he quickly came back with my favourite sweater of his. 

I swung my legs around so that I was sitting on the couch, which I had fallen asleep on last night in an effort to be closer to him, and put my arms up so that he could easily pull it over my head. The caring gesture made my heart swell a little, as I had been upset earlier on when he hadn’t come to bed with me. It always made our bed feel a bit colder whenever it was only me in it, and I was in desperate need of attention. So, I made my way out into the living room and fell asleep with my head in his lap. The fact that he was helping me now showed me that even though he was playing games all night, I was still a priority of his and he did want to take care of me. 

He pulled the sweater down off of my face and gave me a soft peck on the tip of my nose, and then another sweet kiss to my lips. 

“I have blankets already packed,” he smiled and gestured towards a duffle bag, bashfully rubbing the back of his neck. “I was thinking we could walk to the park that’s just down the road and sit on the hill? It’s only about five minutes.” 

I nodded my head as I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, “a short walk would wake me up a bit.” 

He smiled giddily, grabbing my hand and the duffle bag and pulling me into the entrance hall of our apartment. There, he sat me down on a stool and knelt in front of me, grabbed my sneakers and slid them onto my feet. As he tied my laces, I couldn’t help but let a blush cover my cheeks. 

“You’re so sweet, baby,” I whispered, hands resting on my cheeks, trying to cover up the fact that I was blushing. 

His face immediately began to turn red, and he murmured words that I wasn’t quite able to hear. When he finished tying up my laces, he quickly did his and then swung the bag over his shoulder. He peered down at me, as I happily watched him, and stretched out his hand towards me. I took it and our fingers intertwined before he firmly gripped my hand to pull me upright. 

“Shall we?” He whispered. We were standing so close together I could feel his breath gently blowing across my face. Loose strands of my bed hair that were resting against my cheeks swayed slightly, tickling me in the process and causing me to rub a sleeve covered hand on my face. 

“Yes please!” I squeaked, still rubbing my face aggressively with my spare hand, trying to get rid of the sensation. 

Kenma chuckled at me softly before he pushed the door open, leading me out into the cold morning air. It nipped gently at my exposed nose and cheeks, and I was very glad that he had made sure I was rugged up, otherwise I would’ve been considered running back inside. 

The door locked behind us with a click, and we began our short walk to the park. 

I hummed softly to myself as I observed how our neighbourhood looked so early in the morning. The road was empty of cars, and the street lights were still shining a soft, faded orange. The sky wasn’t a dark blue anymore as it was slowly changing to a soft yellow hue. The only sound I could hear was our footsteps against the footpath and the hum of early morning traffic outside of the suburban estate we lived in. 

I turned my head to look at Kenma, he too was taking in the peace. The hint of a smile was painted on his face as he stared up at the sky. It was nice seeing him like this, so carefree. Our hands were still interlinked, and I squeezed him softly. He flickered his eyes to me, and a wide smile took over his face as he squeezed my hand back.

We arrived at the park shortly afterwards and climbed the small hill we planned to sit on. We both puffed our way to the top and laughed about how unfit we both were. 

As we were arriving a warm, orange glow was peaking its way over the horizon and it fully captured my attention. 

“It’s beautiful,” I mumbled out. It was different from the sunsets I’d seen, the orange colour was mixing with the blue of the sky and creating a gradient between the two opposing colours.  

“Just like you,” Kenma whispered, and pressed a soft kiss to my cheek. As I was distracted by the view Kenma had set up our spot, he wrapped my favourite fluffy blanket around me in the process and led me over to the picnic rug he’d laid down.

We got comfortable and Kenma laid down, placing his head in my lap. I adjusted my blanket, laying it over his body to make sure he was warm. 

And there we sat, watching the orange glow grow brighter and brighter until the sun itself peaked its way over the horizon and lit up the sky in a brilliant display of orange and purple and blue. Wispy, white clouds mixed their way into the colourful gradient, softening parts of the picturesque scene. 

I lowered my gaze to Kenma, observing as the orange sun rays brushed over his face. It seemed as though he was glowing, and his hair reflected the light and shone brightly. I couldn’t help myself and began to run my fingers through his hair.  The silky strands slipped through my fingers, and I worked to place all of them over my thigh, organising it neatly as I finger-combed my way through. 

As I did this, he gently nuzzled his face against my leg, causing me to smile in adoration. His eyes slowly began to shut, and I watched as long overdue sleep washed over him, his breathing falling into a calm rhythm.

#kenma #kenma x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyuu oneshot #kenma imagine #kenma kozume #kenma oneshot #haikyuu fluff #fluff

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Haikyuu!! Ladybug

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Hi! Your stuff is great :) this is kinda a request kinda not?? but can you write something cute and fluffy for my fave character Kenma lmao. You don't have to but if you could come up with smthn that'd be nice (´｡• ω •｡`)

thank you so much!! for sure I can whip up some kenma fluff for you lovely ( ´ ▽ ` )b 

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I just found your account and your writing is really good!!! I hope you get more recognition for it. Ahhhhh I can't wait to read more of your stuff :)

Oh gosh thank you!!! I’m fr blushing I was so nervous to post stuff and hearing stuff like this just makes me smile so much my face hurts! thank youuuu(˶⸃ ⴰ⸃˶)♡

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hiiiii i just wanted to say ur writing is rly good :3

that means so much! thank you!! (´͈  ᵕ `͈ ）

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✿thee masterpost✿

✿ Who You Can Request 

✿ Rules For Requesting

✿ Masterlist 

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Masterlist

Karasuno:

-ˋˏ ༻✿༺ ˎˊ-

HINATA SHOYO

You Got Me Trippin’ - fluffy sunny date

-ˋˏ ༻✿༺ ˎˊ-

SAWAMURA DAICHI

Rough Nights - fluffy snow trip

-ˋˏ ༻✿༺ ˎˊ-

TSUKISHIMA KEI

Late Nights - fluffy cuddles

-ˋˏ ༻✿༺ ˎˊ-

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Nekoma:

-ˋˏ ༻✿༺ ˎˊ-

KUROO TETSURO

Shoot Me When I’m Down - a  slightly spicy lasertag game

-ˋˏ ༻✿༺ ˎˊ-

KENMA KOZUME 

Early Mornings - a cute lil sunrise viewing with ya boy

-ˋˏ ༻✿༺ ˎˊ-

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Aobajoshai:

-ˋˏ ༻✿༺ ˎˊ-

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

Brat - smut. there is no description. take of ur clothes.

-ˋˏ ༻✿༺ ˎˊ-

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Date Tech:

-ˋˏ ༻✿༺ ˎˊ-

AONE TAKANOBU

A Bit Too Scary - baby is scared of horror films.

-ˋˏ ༻✿༺ ˎˊ-

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu oneshots #masterlist #haikyuu #haikyuu imagines

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Brat

iwaizumi hajime x female reader

warnings: smut. this is the kinkiest, messiest, wildest thing I have ever written. If you don’t like being degraded and spanked then I highly suggest you keep it moving ya’ll I’m blushing even thinking about listing the stuff I wrote about here. Also there may or may not be cumplay (˵ᵕ̴᷄ ˶̫ ˶ᵕ̴᷅˵)

word count: 3300+ A/N: I genuinely paused and did a debby ryan every couple of sentences. I am a sinner. Also can iwa-chan exist in real life so he can rail me like this please and thank you ( ⁎ᵕᴗᵕ⁎ ） I watched curiously from within the restaurant window. Imagining other people’s lives, and making up scenarios in my head for each individual that caught my attention. It was a little game I’d play, imagining the lives of others depending on their appearance and body language.

A hand slowly slid it’s way to the inside of my thigh, slipping underneath my skirt. I stiffened, not drawing my gaze away from the window but my attention was slowly brought back to the conversation that was occurring at the table we were seated at. 

Oikawa, Matsukawa and Iwaizumi, were discussing their most recent volleyball matches as well as who they thought might win the current tournament they were playing in. I always loved to hear about it, and I went to as many games as I could, but when they began to talk about all of the small details I would find myself zoning out. It’s not that I found it boring, I just didn’t understand and I felt silly asking questions. 

The hand began to squeeze my inner thigh gently, and I turned my head towards Iwaizumi. He was still talking to Oikawa and Matsukawa, his attention still seemingly in the conversation, but by the way his hand was moving against my skin I could tell otherwise. 

Someone must have made a joke because everyone began to laugh. The two boys on the other side of the table threw their heads back, eyes closed as they wheezed. 

“Are you alright, babe?” Iwaizumi asked. “You seem a bit dazed is all.” His eyes were clouded with concern as he held eye contact with me. He gave my thigh another affectionate squeeze. 

“Oh, I’m fine!” I laughed, “I was just distracted by everyone on the street, you know how it is sometimes.” I leant over and pecked him on the cheek. “Thanks for checking on me though.” 

His face warmed up, and his cheeks tinted a soft pink. Iwaizumi was never one for openly public affection, he was more of a subtle man. He liked to do small things that let you know he was thinking of you, yet so small that only you would know what was going on. Him resting his hand on my thigh was a good example of this, an act that no one could spot unless they were looking. 

However, it was completely different in private. He was ridiculously clingy when we were at home, no matter what we were doing he always had to be touching me in some way. It was adorable but excessive at times. One morning we were in the bathroom together and he made me hold his hand whilst I peed and he brushed his teeth. The memory made me smile, and I giggled softly to myself. Even if I thought it was strange, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

He was also extremely affectionate in other ways. My gaze flickered to the hand in my lap, strong fingers gripping my leg. Images of the same hand wrapped around my throat made themselves apparent in my mind and I could feel the blood rushing to my face. His hand tightly gripped the sides of my neck, fingers pressing down, drowning out background noises so that all I could hear were the moans and curses tumbling out of his mouth as he thrust into me over and over again. 

“What are you?” he would growl at me, “I want to hear you say it.”

“Your personal slut, sir.” 

My thighs squeezed together at the thought.

I saw Iwaizumi’s body stiffen out of the corner of my eye as my legs tightened around his hand. His face was still tinted pink and he raised an eyebrow. He flickered his eyes at me, confused, but his gaze hardened as he saw my face. I could feel my cheeks and ears burning at this point, and my lips parted slightly as I released a slow breath. It must have been painfully obvious. 

“Iwa-chan!”

Oikawa cooed towards the now flustered man, “Look at your red cheeks.” Both Oikawa and Matsukawa began to laugh again as Oikawa tried to lean across the table to pinch Iwaizumi, he failed miserably and his hands were hit away with a scowl. 

“Shut up, shittykawa.” 

Now I was laughing along with everyone else as Iwaizumi huffed in embarrassment. Oikawa dramatically placed a hand against his heart, feigning hurt. 

“Iwa-chan, how you wound me.”

For the rest of dinner, Iwaizumi’s thumb slowly stroked back and forth on the inside of my thigh. It would make it’s way closer and closer towards where I was most sensitive and whenever I would squirm I would feel his fingers dig into the sensitive flesh on my leg. By the end of dinner my body was so warm and my brain so flustered, I wasn’t even able to form a sentence without stuttering. 

As soon as our apartment door closed I was pressed up against the wall, a hand pressed to my throat. I could feel his hips grinding against mine as he lowered his face towards my own. 

“What do you think you’re up to, hm?” His eyes stared into mine, holding contact with so much authority I felt like I should look away. I wouldn’t though, I knew just how to push his buttons.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I managed to mumble out, “I didn’t do anything.” 

His grip moved from my throat to my jaw, and he roughly turned my head to the side. I could feel his hot ragged breath as he ran his tongue up the side of my neck before taking the lobe of my ear between his teeth and pulling. I gasped softly at the feeling. 

“If that’s how you want to play,” he growled. “I can play games too, brat.”

My body was suddenly in the air as he picked me up and swung me over his shoulder. “I’ll show you just how I like to play.” 

Anticipation was building inside of me at the thought of what was about to happen. My body swung back and forth as Iwaizumi marched into the living room, making my head spin and before I knew it we’d made it to the couch and I was bent over his knee.

My skirt was harshly jerked up to my waist, revealing the dark, red lace I wore underneath. A groan rumbled in his throat. I could feel his fingertips slowly trace their way over my ass, stopping just before he touched the place I needed him most. 

“You really thought you could get away with this?” 

A loud crack sounded out around the living room as his hand came down on my ass so hard my whole body jerked forward. His hand gathered in my hair, taking a hold of my head, before pressing the side of my face down into the couch. 

“You aren’t getting away now, darling,” he hissed out, “you were practically begging for a spanking the way you were acting this evening.” 

His hand came down just as hard as before on the same cheek, my mouth falling open in a silent cry. A shiver of pleasure licked its way up my spine at the same time, and my eyes rolled back into my head, core clenching. 

“What’s this?” 

Iwaizumi ran his fingers against my soaked panties. “Dripping wet already? Not so much of a brat now, are we?” His fingers hooked around my underwear before they were roughly pulled down, exposing my ass.

“If a drop of this gets on the couch, I’m starting again.”

I could feel his fingertips slowly tracing down the entrance of my pussy, coating themselves in my juices. The feeling made my insides clench in excitement, and underneath my thigh, I felt him twitch. 

Unexpectedly, his hand came down on my unmarked cheek even harder than before. A loud moan slipped through my lips as he proceeded to dig his fingers into the red, stinging flesh. 

“Oh do you like that, brat?” His hand came down over and over again on the burning skin until tears were sliding down my cheeks and my pussy was clenching so hard it felt like I could’ve cum right then and there. 

The pressure of his hand lifted from the back of my head only for his hands to dig into my waist as he hauled my body upward, facing him. 

He sat me on his lap, thigh resting against my bare pussy. His eyes raked over my dishevelled features approvingly.

“Such a pretty girl.” He purred at me.

I felt my cheeks tint pink at the compliment, until he ground his thigh against me. My breath caught in my throat and I fluttered my eyes shut. I reached my hands to grasp at anything I could, tangling my fingers into the white button-up that fit his upper body like a second skin. The one you could see his muscles flex through. 

“Iwa-” A harsh slap against my thigh shut me up. I locked my eyes onto him in surprise.

“What do you call me?” 

He moved his thigh more aggressively against my pussy, his hands that were pressing into my waist brutally pushing me down until I was seeing stars.

“I- thank you, sir,” I managed to whimper out. The friction from my wet clit rubbing aggressively against the material of his pantsuit was beginning to send me over the edge, and my legs began to shake. Iwaizumi wrapped one arm around my waist and used the other to pry open my mouth.

“I bet a bratty, little slut like you wants to cum, hm?” He ran his thumb over my bottom lip before sticking it in against my tongue. “No cumming till I say so. Now, suck.”

I willingly obliged, too caught up in the pleasure that was causing my whole body to tremor in anticipation. As my mouth opened again, he roughly grasped my jaw, pulling it down to his as he spat in my mouth. 

“Swallow.” 

I happily did so. The remaining saliva that didn’t make it into my mouth dripped off of my chin, trailing its way down my exposed decolletage. 

His eyes began to darken as he watched me obey his every command, fingers digging into my skin, the pain causing delightful shivers to wash over my body. He ground his thigh even harder against my core. 

“S-sir,” I whimpered out. “Please-” he cut me off by spanking my already stinging ass cheek. I cried out. 

“Beg for it, brat.”

I tried to speak, however, nothing but moans were able to leave my mouth. “P-please, let me-” my breath hitched, as Iwaizumi began to grind his thigh against me in figure-eight. The new sensation caused an uncontrollable orgasm to shake my body and I came so hard my feet went numb. Waves of euphoria washed over my mind and my vision went black. All I could hear were my uncontrolled whimpers.

As I came to, Iwazumi’s hand wrapped around my neck. 

“Cumming without permission?” He lifted my shaking body off of his thigh, which was now covered in creamy liquid. He clicked his tongue, “You wanna know what happens now? What happens to naughty, little sluts like you?” 

He gently placed me on the ground, unbuckling his belt. “Turn around.” Still shaking, I turned my body around so my back was facing him. “Give me your arms.” I stuck my arms out behind me and felt the leather material wrap around my wrists as he bound my arms behind my back. 

“Look at me.” 

I turned my body around to face him again. My eyes came in contact with his as he stared down at me kneeling between his legs, eyes hooded. His lips parted as he stuck his tongue out to wet them, rolling his bottom lip between his teeth. Just watching him do that made me hold in a moan. His hair seemed slightly dishevelled, where I must’ve unconsciously grabbed as I came. The top button on his shirt seemed to have popped off, thanks to yours truly, and it fell open to expose his muscular chest. Just looking at him made a new wave of heat rush over my body. 

His hands moved to his zipper and he slowly unzipped it, not once breaking eye contact. He exposed the bulge hidden underneath, and I could practically feel my mouth watering at the sight. I shuffled myself forward on my knees, trying to get as close as possible. 

“Eager for your punishment, are we?” Iwaizumi smirked down at me. “Of course you are. Sluts love having their mouths fucked.” 

With one hand, he jerked his pants down to his mid-thigh, and the other he tangled in my hair. His erection rose in front of me. I could practically feel the spit running down my chin already. 

Not wanting to wait any longer, I moved my mouth towards the tip, gently sucking. I lifted my gaze to his, staring him directly in the eyes as I ran my tongue from the base of the shaft all the way back to the tip.

A loud groan rumbled out of this throat at the sensation. He grasped the roots of my hair tightly, causing me to moan and I felt him twitch against my tongue. 

“Oh, fuck it.”

He stood up abruptly almost knocking me over in the process, before he used both hands to grasp my head and thrust his cock into my mouth. He grunted at the feeling of it hitting the back of my throat before it slipped its way further down. 

My eyes watered and I gagged, but he didn’t pull out.

“Poor, little brat is choking on my cock, huh?” He chuckled darkly. “Maybe she should think twice about being a disobedient, little slut.” He pulled out halfway, before harshly thrusting into my throat again. Over and over, until the tears streaks that had previously dried from the spanking I received earlier were replaced with new ones. I couldn’t breathe, but at this point, I didn’t care. All I wanted was for him to cum.

“God,” Iwaizumi groaned out. “Look at you, taking my cock down your throat so nicely. Such a good girl. Your lips look so pretty wrapped around it like that-” his breath hitched in this throat, and I felt the base twitch against my lip before hot spurts of cum shot down my throat. I could feel the hot liquid sliding its way down and I sucked greedily. He pulled out once he’d finished only to observe the mess of spit and cum that ran down my chin. 

“Gorgeous.” 

Pulling me to my feet, he unbuckled his belt that was still holding my wrists together. He turned me around to face him, unbuttoning my white blouse to reveal the dark, red lace detailing of the bralette I wore underneath, leaving me in nothing but that and a black tennis skirt. 

I turned my attention towards the full-length mirror that hung on the wall in the living room. My hair was tangled, my mascara running down my face. I watched Iwaizumi walk up behind me.

“What did I tell you, darling?” He whispered in my ear. “Gorgeous.” 

I felt the warm tip, slowly sliding its way along my entrance. My eyes gently fluttering shut at the sensation. He made his way up higher, letting it slip over my clit. I jolted, still sensitive from earlier and I felt a chuckle vibrate through his body as his pressed against mine. 

“Do you want me to fuck you, darling?” he hungrily gazed at me in the mirror. I nodded my head, leaning my head back into his shoulder. “Beg for it.” 

“I-” His cock slid its way over my clit again and I jumped. He pulled my skirt up to my waist, allowing me to see exactly what he was doing. I watched him slowly slide back and forth easily, pussy juice practically dripping off of him. 

“Please sir,” I whimpered out. “I need you to fill me up so badly.” My cheeks began to flush as I spoke. 

“Oh you do?” he teased at my entrance again, smirking at my reaction. “What do you want inside you little, slut?”

“Your cock, sir.” 

His eyes held mine in an intense gaze. “Very well then.”

He slammed himself into me. I was dripping wet, and the sound of him hitting against me caused a loud slapping sound to echo throughout the room. My eyes began to roll backwards in my head as he proceeded to pound into me. He had one hand wrapped tightly around my throat, the other pinning my waist against him. He groaned deeply in my ear, causing my pussy to clench tightly around his cock. Curses flew from his mouth at the feeling, and he fucked me even faster. I could feel him pushing against my cervix, and a choked cry left my mouth. 

“Look at it.” 

I brought my attention to his figure in the mirror. The speed he was fucking me at this point seemed practically inhuman and watching him enter me like that had tears pricking in my eyes.

“Holy-” my sentence was cut off as both of his arms wrapped around my torso and he moved faster than I could handle. The cries and curses that left my mouth weren’t making any sense at this point. 

His teeth dug into the sensitive skin between my neck and shoulder and he let out a growl. I could feel him twitching inside of me. He stopped thrusting as quickly, edging the both of us. I furrowed my eyebrows but even at this slow speed, he was thrusting so deeply I couldn’t help but cry out still.

“How would it feel to have me cum this deep inside of you, brat?” 

My mouth fell open at the dirty words that spilled from his mouth. However, I couldn’t deny the way I felt myself clench around him with those words. “Would you like that? The feeling of my cum filling you up?” I nodded my head rapidly. I was unable to form words as shivers of pleasure crawled their way over my skin. 

“I want to hear you say it.” 

His arms tightened around my waist, and he began to pick up the pace again. My eyes rolled back, “I-I- please cum in me, sir.” I felt him press his lips against the skin underneath my ear, and despite how roughly he was fucking me the ghost of a smile brushed over my lips. 

He released a deep moan that I felt vibrate over my skin, before lowering one of his hands to play with my clit. “God, you’re so fucking sexy, little slut.” He thrust into me one last time, so deeply it made my eyes feel as though they were permanently rolled back into my head. I felt him release inside me, and with the combined feeling of his thumb pressing harshly against my sensitive clit, and his teeth harshly digging into the skin on my shoulder I pushed to my second release. 

We both stood there, shaking as our orgasms hit us in waves before we slowly came back to reality. Our eyes locked in the mirror, and Iwaizumi smiled at me before pressing a soft kiss to the indent he had left on my skin with his teeth. 

“You’re amazing,” I mumbled out, my body going limp in his arms. He let out a throaty laugh, pulling out of me. He hooked his arms underneath my legs, lifting my body so that he could carry me over towards the couch. 

“So are you, my love.”

He sat down on the couch, cradling my body in his lap and stroking my hair. “You did so good, baby. You surprise me every time.” He pressed a gentle kiss onto my forehead. 

We sat there for a while, whispering sweet nothings to each other until my eyes grew so heavy that I was unable to stay awake. My dreams filled with my night of Iwaizumi on repeat. 

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Rough Nights

sawamura daichi x reader warnings: night terrors word count: 2200+ A/N: this is very fluffy and wholesome and makes me extremely happy inside. It gets kinda deep at some points bc I was writing this when I was feeling the exact same way as y/n and got in my feelings ( ˘•̥ _•̥ ˘ ) sadly it didn’t work out the same as this but you know what it is what it iz. I hope you enjoy reading ( ⁎ᵕᴗᵕ⁎ ） Snow cascaded down from the sky at an alarming rate. The wind was blowing through the giant pine trees, and the combination of the two made it impossible to see more than a hundred metres into the distance. I blew into my cup of cocoa, steam blowing back into my face. Even if we weren't able to go outside, I was still content here. Surrounded by those who I hold dear.

Every winter holiday, we would travel with our family friends, the Sawamura's, up to the mountains. We had a house up here, where we could stay and hide away from the rest of the world, even if it was only for a couple of weeks. Due to our lives being so busy this was the only time out of the entire year, except for maybe a couple of dinners, we were able to catch up. I treasured it a lot, seeing as I would consider Daichi Sawamura to be one of my closest friends. Maybe I felt him to be a bit more than that, but I could never tell him. I wouldn't want to ruin the relationship we have built throughout our lives. I could never do that.

When we were children, we spent our time up here outside. The days consisted of snowball fights and snowmen. We'd spend our time covering the backyard with snow angels, each pair doing different activities. At night the fresh layer of snow would cover it up, and we'd spend the next day doing it all over again.

However, as we got older, our time outside slowly got shorter. As the workload of middle school began, then high school, and now college, we barely have time to run around like we used to. Instead, we would move a table to the living room, so we could stay cosy in front of the fire as we worked, and watched our younger siblings do what we used to.

With age, feelings began to grow. Feelings nursed each day as I spent every second with him. Feelings that grew consistently until it was time for us to go home again. It was a painful yet magical cycle, every year they simmered until we would see each other again, and then they boiled until we were separated. Because of this, even at the age of twenty, I had never had the time for anyone else. In my mind, no one could compare.

I think the part that was the most painful was the fact that I was too afraid to talk about it with him. It just seemed impossible. He was like a fantasy that I got to see once a year, someone who could do no wrong. What would happen if I shared my feelings with him? I was scared, scared that if I told him how I truly felt the feelings wouldn't be reciprocated and it would hurt what we already have. I suppose this is how it is when you build a friendship with someone only during good times. How are you able to rock the boat when neither of you knows how the other person reacts under that kind of pressure?

I sipped my cocoa, closing my eyes in pleasure at the creamy taste.

"You alright there?"

Daichi Sawamura was humorously staring at me from across the table. The table scattered with an excessive amount of paperwork. College work.

I groaned. "I would say I'm anything but alright at the moment." I glanced down at the essay I had stopped writing mid-sentence as I got lost in the outside world and my thoughts. Is it wrong that I wanted to set it on fire? I despised this unit.

"Now, now, it can't be that terrible, can it?" Daichi stood up from his chair and moved around to my side of the table. "Let me have a look." Sure enough, the man who wasn't even studying the same course as me was able to understand the content better than I had. Instead of doing his own work, he helped me complete mine until the only light illuminating the room was the glow of the fire and everyone else in the house had made their way to bed.

"I think I'm going to sleep," he had yawned. "I'm exhausted, and I really want to be able to go skiing tomorrow without falling asleep standing up." His arms extended over his head as he leant back in his chair, face scrunched in a tired stretch. The white, long sleeve shirt he wore had lifted just slightly to reveal his lower abdomen, and I watched as his muscle rippled.

Lowering my eyes back down to my now completed paper, I gulped, before looking around in search for any other coursework to do. The thought of going to bed right now flustered me to no end. You're probably wondering why? Well, my younger sister had convinced our parents to allow her boyfriend to come away with us. The only catch? They were not permitted to share a room. Daichi was kind enough to allow him to sleep in his room. Do you see where I am going with this? We don't have any spare rooms in the house. He has to sleep in my room.

Our parents have decided that we're old enough and responsible and that they wouldn't have to worry about anything happening. And whilst they're absolutely right in saying that nothing was going to happen, it didn't mean it wasn't going to slowly kill me inside that Daichi was sleeping in the same bed as me.

Not being able to find any work to start at that moment, I simply nodded my head in agreement. That we did, in fact, need to go to bed if we wanted to be functioning humans tomorrow, and began to pack away all of my loose pieces of paper. I couldn't say anything; I was too nervous.

Daichi, who had already packed up his belongings, stood from the table, and cheerfully smiled at me, "I'll see you in a minute then!" He walked out of the living room, humming.

Realising that I wasn't breathing, I released a big sigh before hitting my forehead against the edge of the table dramatically. "Stupid." I had to get a grip on myself before I made it even more apparent.

I took a ridiculously long amount of time to get ready for bed. Trying to build up as much courage as I could, before I walked into my bedroom. My eyes immediately landed on Daichi, sprawled out over the covers, his phone in his hand. Thankfully, he was fully dressed in black tracksuit pants and an old volleyball tournament shirt. I don't know if I could have handled his typical sleeping attire, and I was glad he'd thought of how comfortable I would be.

Noticing my arrival, he sat up and smiled. "I was waiting for you," Tilting his head to the side, he gestured to the bed. "How do you want to work this?"

I clapped my hands together before walking over to my closet, trying to contain my nerves. "Mum keeps all of the spare pillows in here! I thought we could create a little wall of something?" I reached up toward the top shelf of the closet, trying to grab the pillows which were just slightly too high up for me to grasp. I became very aware of the cold air on the back of my thighs and silently cursed at myself for wearing pyjama shorts that were just a little bit too short.

I turned around to Daichi with a pout, and he laughed at me before making his way over to help.

Eventually, we managed to create a wall of pillows down the centre of the queen-sized bed. I flipped off of the lights, before quickly running back to the bed and jumping underneath the covers with a squeak. One thing that always scared me was the dark.

Daichi chuckled softly, "Goodnight, (y/n)-chan."

I was glad it was dark so he couldn't see how red my face must have been. "Goodnight, Daichi-san." I closed my eyes and breathed slowly, trying to distract my mind from any thoughts that shouldn't be there.

My breath hitched in my throat, and I woke up gasping for air.

I had a reoccurring dream, one that I would only get when we were away on this particular trip. When we were younger, around nine or ten, Daichi and I would often go exploring in the forest that surrounded the holiday house. Except, one time we got lost. It grew dark, and eventually, our parents found us. I've had dreams about it ever since, my imagination running wild with what could have happened to us.

Panicked, I tried to slow my breathing down to a regular pace but to no avail. I felt like I was choking on air.

A hand began to stroke my hair. "Are you alright?" I could feel the vibration of their voice right in front of my face like I was pressed into someone's throat. That was enough to stop air from entering my lungs altogether. I tensed up but immediately relaxed when their fingers made their way to my scalp, slowly beginning to rub.

As I calmed down, I became more physically aware. I noticed that I was indeed wrapped up in Daichi's arms. Legs tangled together, my face pressed into his neck. He had one hand wrapped around my waist, the other softly stroking my head. It was so soothing that I couldn't bring myself to do anything about it. I didn't care about what happened to our pillow wall; I wanted to stay like this forever, bundled up in his warmth, listening to the soft sounds he was making to soothe me. The scent of rosewood intoxicated my mind as I inhaled deeply. I felt him bury his nose into my hair, drawing in a large breath before his chest slowly moved up and down in an even rhythm. My mind relaxed even more, and I drifted into a tranquil sleep just as a pair of lips pressed tenderly against my forehead.

I was woken again, but this time not from a nightmare. A loud rumbling sound ripped through my left ear and I jumped in shock, accidentally bumping Daichi in the process. He let out a loud groan.

"Jesus Christ," I managed to whine out, clutching my ear. "Do you keep a train up there?"

A sleepy laugh sounded from Daichi which made me melt on the spot. He pulled me closer into the warmth of his chest. "Mmm, maybe I do. Sorry about that." He began to press small kisses against my ear and on the top of my head before I felt his breathing start to slow down, and he slowly dozed off again.

This definitely felt like a dream to me, and maybe that's why we were both so okay with it happening. The reality of the night was different from the reality of the day. At night you could get away with anything. There were no boundaries. People were different, more confident in the dark. I nuzzled my face against his neck, gently placing a soft kiss right underneath his ear before I drifted off again.

The feeling of hair being pulled behind my ear roused me from my slumber. I could feel the light shining against my eyelids, making it almost painful as I opened them. Immediately, Daichi pulled his hand back like he'd been caught.

It was a picturesque scene, the curtains had been slightly drawn, and sunlight was peaking through, beaming from behind Daichi like he was an angel. The sight brought a small smile to my face. I'm not sure when, but we had separated ourselves, and he laid on the other side of the bed."Sorry about that. I didn't mean to wake you," he murmured out, scratching behind his ear as though he was embarrassed. His biceps flexed as he did so, and I couldn't help but blush as I remembered those exact arms had wrapped around me so intimately last night. My heart rate sped up.

Neither of us said anything for a while. We just laid there in peaceful silence. Breathing in slowly, I drew in the scent of rosewood. I closed my eyes in ecstasy, and hummed happily. It may have been the most delicious scent I had ever smelled in my life.

I flickered my gaze back to Daichi. I was too nervous about bringing up what had happened last night. So many questions ran through my brain. Did this mean he felt the same way I did? Or was he just trying to comfort me? What does this mean now?

Somehow, I blocked them out. They were ruining the moment. All I wanted to think about and all I was going to think about was how lovely it felt to be wrapped up in his arms.

A realisation came over me. I didn't just want to remember it. I wanted to experience it every night for the rest of my life. A sense of motivation seemed to take over my brain, and I opened my mouth, ready to confess.

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