koushisbabie

[koushisbabie]

we should talk about water more often that shit is crazy

[koushisbabie]

[koushisbabie]

UWU I HONESTLY YOUR WORK SO MUCH this is my first time on this app so I don’t really know much about it ! Thank you for putting so much effort in every post ,can I request sugawara x reader (how he would react when you keep biting your lip out of anxiety until it bleed ,cause lately I have been doing it a lot

Sorry because my English is not very good anyway HAVE A GREAT DAY ❤️❤️

Oh my gosh I am so sorry I completely forgot I got this request. Thank you for requesting a fic, and thank you for the compliment, you are so sweet T_T Comments like this give me the motivation to write more and get more creative with my ideas. In saying that, I hope your anxiety and your lip biting has gotten better <3 I don't know if you're still active on here, but I've written a small drabble (it ended up long haha) here for you! I hope you like it <3

‘Yo, Suga!’

Suga’s head appears from behind the precariously stacked wall of books on the library table. ‘Yes?’

‘Geez, isn’t that overdoing it?’ Asahi chuckles, gesturing to the books.

‘Well, I guess so,’ Suga replies, ‘but exams are only a week away.’ He shuffles aside some of the haphazardly strewn books and papers and pens, giving Asahi and Daichi space to sit down.

‘Where’s Yn?’ Daichi asks, peering around.

‘She’s around,’ Suga replies, ‘I think she went to the bathroom…’

‘I’m right here!’ Yn pops their head around the shelves. ‘I’ve been looking for this damn book for twenty minutes now.’

‘Oh yeah, looks like a long read.’

‘Can’t be helped,’ Yn says, sitting down next to Suga. ‘Tuesday’s exam is going to kick my ass if I don’t absorb this entire book.’

‘Take it easy, Yn,’ Daichi says. ‘You look a little tired, have you been sleeping alright?’

Suga glances at Daichi, then at Yn.

‘Well, yeah, kind of,’ Yn replies, nudging Suga’s arm affectionately. ‘Usually after we call.’

‘Which reminds me, I need to send you the link to this video that explains chapter eight in a bit more detail,’ Suga says absentmindedly. ‘It’s forty five minutes long but there’s some good illustrations in it that highlight how complex–’

‘You guys seem busy,’ Asahi interjects politely. ‘We should be heading off, we’ll tell the others that you’re studying this afternoon.’

‘Oh no, it’s okay,’ Yn says, glancing at their phone. ‘I actually forgot I promised I’d be home to receive a package later.’

‘You’re leaving already?’

‘Sorry,’ Yn says, ‘I’ll call you tonight, though? We can go through the last of these notes together!’

‘Yeah, sure,’ Suga replies, squeezing Yn’s hand before turning back to his notes.

Yn hesitates, before gathering their things and disappearing between the aisles of books.

An awkward silence falls between the friends, before Daichi pipes up.

‘Hey, Suga, did you see how red Yn’s lips were?’

Suga looks up from his notes, his pen paused above the paper. ‘You noticed it, too?’

‘It wasn’t subtle…’ Asahi says, quietly. ‘To be honest, I think they had been bleeding.’

‘Bleeding?’ Suga’s face fills with shock. ‘I didn’t realise it was that bad. I thought it was just sunburn.’

Daichi and Asahi share a look.

‘Okay,’ Daichi says sternly. ‘I see what’s going on. You’re too focused on your studying, you’ve neglected Yn. Maybe you should put the books away and spend some quality time with them.’

‘What do you mean?’ Suga asks, a little hurt.

‘Daichi’s right… I think Yn is really stressed. A lot of lip biting is caused by anxiety… I haven’t seen it that bad before, and I’ve known them for years.’

Suga pauses thoughtfully. ‘You’re right. The books could wait.’

‘We just mean–’

‘I have an idea,’ Suga says, grinning. ‘Thank you for slapping some sense into me.’

Yn arrives home sweating and tired, the heavy books in their bag weighing painfully on their back. They abandon the bag in the hallway and head to the bathroom, the light soft against their skin. They peer at their lips, swollen like a blossoming red rose. The urge to bite is strong, the pain satisfying momentarily distracts them from the bubbling anxiety in their belly.

Exams were only a week away but with the high percentage of worth the marks carry, anxiety had been slithering throughout the schools hallways like a giant snake stalking its prey, following students home so they could not find respite, even in their beds.

A knock at the door sounds loud and urgent.

As Yn pulls the door open, Suga almost drops the stack of books in his arms and the bags at his elbows.

‘Oh, Yn!’ Suga grins. ‘Mind if I come in?’

‘Of course,’ Yn says, bewildered. ‘Let me help you.’

In the living room, Yn places the stack of books on the coffee table, wondering how Suga could manage getting through them all with practice almost every afternoon. Despite being as passionate about volleyball as the others, he could somehow find the time to study when he really wants to.

‘So,’ Yn says, falling into the crease of the soft couch, ‘what brought you here?’

Suga glances at them, his mouth in a small frown, the creases between his brows knitted. ‘Look,’ he begins, ‘I have noticed that you’ve been a little… out of sorts, lately.’

Yn frowns, fidgeting in their lap with their fingers.

‘I don’t want you to ever feel like you’re less than beautiful, by the way!’ Suga says quickly, placing his hands on either side of Yn’s face.

Yn’s cheeks begin to flush. ‘What do you mean?’ They squeak.

Suga hesitates. ‘You’re doing it right now –’ Suga pauses, pointing at Yn’s lips, ‘you’re biting your lip too much!’

Yn swallows hard. ‘Oh. I hoped you wouldn’t notice.’

Suga smiles softly. ‘It took me a few moments to really see it.’ He hesitates. ‘I was too focused on studying, when I should have been looking out for you. I’m sorry.’

‘No, it’s okay!’ Yn blushes. ‘You’re here now! And it’s just anxiety, I mean, it’s always there, what can you do?’

‘Well…’ Suga says, turning to the coffee table. ‘I’m not sure if any of this will help, but I wanted to make up for not being one hundred percent there for you when you’re anxious.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘These are just some small gifts,’ Suga says. He opens the thick paper bags, revealing a fluffy blanket, a few lip balms, a small box of tea, a journal, and all of Yn’s favourite snacks. ‘I know it’s not much, and it can’t fix your anxieties completely, BUT I do think that tea will help, and maybe you can journal some of your worries and one of these lip balms is good for deterring lip biting, I think,’ Suga says quickly. ‘And of course, the blanket is for when it gets cooler and we can play games or something, together.’

A comfortable silence fills the room. Yn processes the gesture slowly, their eyes welling, their chest swelling with butterflies.

‘Oh no,’ Suga says, pulling Yn into a hug, pressing them to his chest. ‘I’m sorry, was it too much?’

Yn breathes in his scent, the clean soapy smell mixed with the day’s activities. Familiarity and safety is how Yn would describe Suga and his hugs, the gesture alone could deter them from the worries that plagued their mind.

‘This is too nice,’ Yn murmurs. ‘It’s just a bitten lip, why are you doing so much over that?’

‘Well, I don’t know what’s going on in the background – I’d like to,’ he says quietly. ‘I’d like to sit here and listen to you talk about what’s worrying you, if you’d let me. You never have to, if you aren't comfortable, but I’m always here.’

‘I get it now,’ Yn says, sniffling. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t want to bother you because I know you’ve been busy too. Exam season gets us all, doesn’t it?’

Suga laughs. ‘It does, but it’s my job to also look after you.’

‘Does it bother you?’ Yn asks quietly. ‘My lips…’

��Well, it looks a little painful,’ Suga replies. ‘I’d hate for you to endure the pain or get an infection. That’s why I picked up the lip balm specifically for healing lips,’ he says, reading the back of the lip balm.

Yn curls into the crook of Suga’s arm, peering at the lip balm. Suga takes Yn’s chin, and tilts their head upward, gently applying the lip balm to their lips. The cooling sensation spreads over their lips like a lovely cool breeze. ‘It feels pretty good so far, thank you. Thank you for this. I never expect you to do anything for me, but this has made me feel a lot better – just knowing you care. That you’re here for me. Thank you.’

Suga smiles warmly, squeezing Yn against his chest. ‘If none of this helps you feel less anxious, I’ll just have to squish the anxieties out of you!’

‘Well,’ Yn squeaks, ‘I wouldn’t mind the cuddles!’

[koushisbabie]

UWU I HONESTLY YOUR WORK SO MUCH this is my first time on this app so I don’t really know much about it ! Thank you for putting so much effort in every post ,can I request sugawara x reader (how he would react when you keep biting your lip out of anxiety until it bleed ,cause lately I have been doing it a lot

Sorry because my English is not very good anyway HAVE A GREAT DAY ❤️❤️

Oh my gosh I am so sorry I completely forgot I got this request. Thank you for requesting a fic, and thank you for the compliment, you are so sweet T_T Comments like this give me the motivation to write more and get more creative with my ideas. In saying that, I hope your anxiety and your lip biting has gotten better <3 I don't know if you're still active on here, but I've written a small drabble (it ended up long haha) here for you! I hope you like it <3

‘Yo, Suga!’

Suga’s head appears from behind the precariously stacked wall of books on the library table. ‘Yes?’

‘Geez, isn’t that overdoing it?’ Asahi chuckles, gesturing to the books.

‘Well, I guess so,’ Suga replies, ‘but exams are only a week away.’ He shuffles aside some of the haphazardly strewn books and papers and pens, giving Asahi and Daichi space to sit down.

‘Where’s Yn?’ Daichi asks, peering around.

‘She’s around,’ Suga replies, ‘I think she went to the bathroom…’

‘I’m right here!’ Yn pops their head around the shelves. ‘I’ve been looking for this damn book for twenty minutes now.’

‘Oh yeah, looks like a long read.’

‘Can’t be helped,’ Yn says, sitting down next to Suga. ‘Tuesday’s exam is going to kick my ass if I don’t absorb this entire book.’

‘Take it easy, Yn,’ Daichi says. ‘You look a little tired, have you been sleeping alright?’

Suga glances at Daichi, then at Yn.

‘Well, yeah, kind of,’ Yn replies, nudging Suga’s arm affectionately. ‘Usually after we call.’

‘Which reminds me, I need to send you the link to this video that explains chapter eight in a bit more detail,’ Suga says absentmindedly. ‘It’s forty five minutes long but there’s some good illustrations in it that highlight how complex–’

‘You guys seem busy,’ Asahi interjects politely. ‘We should be heading off, we’ll tell the others that you’re studying this afternoon.’

‘Oh no, it’s okay,’ Yn says, glancing at their phone. ‘I actually forgot I promised I’d be home to receive a package later.’

‘You’re leaving already?’

‘Sorry,’ Yn says, ‘I’ll call you tonight, though? We can go through the last of these notes together!’

‘Yeah, sure,’ Suga replies, squeezing Yn’s hand before turning back to his notes.

Yn hesitates, before gathering their things and disappearing between the aisles of books.

An awkward silence falls between the friends, before Daichi pipes up.

‘Hey, Suga, did you see how red Yn’s lips were?’

Suga looks up from his notes, his pen paused above the paper. ‘You noticed it, too?’

‘It wasn’t subtle…’ Asahi says, quietly. ‘To be honest, I think they had been bleeding.’

‘Bleeding?’ Suga’s face fills with shock. ‘I didn’t realise it was that bad. I thought it was just sunburn.’

Daichi and Asahi share a look.

‘Okay,’ Daichi says sternly. ‘I see what’s going on. You’re too focused on your studying, you’ve neglected Yn. Maybe you should put the books away and spend some quality time with them.’

‘What do you mean?’ Suga asks, a little hurt.

‘Daichi’s right… I think Yn is really stressed. A lot of lip biting is caused by anxiety… I haven’t seen it that bad before, and I’ve known them for years.’

Suga pauses thoughtfully. ‘You’re right. The books could wait.’

‘We just mean–’

‘I have an idea,’ Suga says, grinning. ‘Thank you for slapping some sense into me.’

Yn arrives home sweating and tired, the heavy books in their bag weighing painfully on their back. They abandon the bag in the hallway and head to the bathroom, the light soft against their skin. They peer at their lips, swollen like a blossoming red rose. The urge to bite is strong, the pain satisfying momentarily distracts them from the bubbling anxiety in their belly.

Exams were only a week away but with the high percentage of worth the marks carry, anxiety had been slithering throughout the schools hallways like a giant snake stalking its prey, following students home so they could not find respite, even in their beds.

A knock at the door sounds loud and urgent.

As Yn pulls the door open, Suga almost drops the stack of books in his arms and the bags at his elbows.

‘Oh, Yn!’ Suga grins. ‘Mind if I come in?’

‘Of course,’ Yn says, bewildered. ‘Let me help you.’

In the living room, Yn places the stack of books on the coffee table, wondering how Suga could manage getting through them all with practice almost every afternoon. Despite being as passionate about volleyball as the others, he could somehow find the time to study when he really wants to.

‘So,’ Yn says, falling into the crease of the soft couch, ‘what brought you here?’

Suga glances at them, his mouth in a small frown, the creases between his brows knitted. ‘Look,’ he begins, ‘I have noticed that you’ve been a little… out of sorts, lately.’

Yn frowns, fidgeting in their lap with their fingers.

‘I don’t want you to ever feel like you’re less than beautiful, by the way!’ Suga says quickly, placing his hands on either side of Yn’s face.

Yn’s cheeks begin to flush. ‘What do you mean?’ They squeak.

Suga hesitates. ‘You’re doing it right now –’ Suga pauses, pointing at Yn’s lips, ‘you’re biting your lip too much!’

Yn swallows hard. ‘Oh. I hoped you wouldn’t notice.’

Suga smiles softly. ‘It took me a few moments to really see it.’ He hesitates. ‘I was too focused on studying, when I should have been looking out for you. I’m sorry.’

‘No, it’s okay!’ Yn blushes. ‘You’re here now! And it’s just anxiety, I mean, it’s always there, what can you do?’

‘Well…’ Suga says, turning to the coffee table. ‘I’m not sure if any of this will help, but I wanted to make up for not being one hundred percent there for you when you’re anxious.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘These are just some small gifts,’ Suga says. He opens the thick paper bags, revealing a fluffy blanket, a few lip balms, a small box of tea, a journal, and all of Yn’s favourite snacks. ‘I know it’s not much, and it can’t fix your anxieties completely, BUT I do think that tea will help, and maybe you can journal some of your worries and one of these lip balms is good for deterring lip biting, I think,’ Suga says quickly. ‘And of course, the blanket is for when it gets cooler and we can play games or something, together.’

A comfortable silence fills the room. Yn processes the gesture slowly, their eyes welling, their chest swelling with butterflies.

‘Oh no,’ Suga says, pulling Yn into a hug, pressing them to his chest. ‘I’m sorry, was it too much?’

Yn breathes in his scent, the clean soapy smell mixed with the day’s activities. Familiarity and safety is how Yn would describe Suga and his hugs, the gesture alone could deter them from the worries that plagued their mind.

‘This is too nice,’ Yn murmurs. ‘It’s just a bitten lip, why are you doing so much over that?’

‘Well, I don’t know what’s going on in the background – I’d like to,’ he says quietly. ‘I’d like to sit here and listen to you talk about what’s worrying you, if you’d let me. You never have to, if you aren't comfortable, but I’m always here.’

‘I get it now,’ Yn says, sniffling. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t want to bother you because I know you’ve been busy too. Exam season gets us all, doesn’t it?’

Suga laughs. ‘It does, but it’s my job to also look after you.’

‘Does it bother you?’ Yn asks quietly. ‘My lips…’

‘Well, it looks a little painful,’ Suga replies. ‘I’d hate for you to endure the pain or get an infection. That’s why I picked up the lip balm specifically for healing lips,’ he says, reading the back of the lip balm.

Yn curls into the crook of Suga’s arm, peering at the lip balm. Suga takes Yn’s chin, and tilts their head upward, gently applying the lip balm to their lips. The cooling sensation spreads over their lips like a lovely cool breeze. ‘It feels pretty good so far, thank you. Thank you for this. I never expect you to do anything for me, but this has made me feel a lot better – just knowing you care. That you’re here for me. Thank you.’

Suga smiles warmly, squeezing Yn against his chest. ‘If none of this helps you feel less anxious, I’ll just have to squish the anxieties out of you!’

‘Well,’ Yn squeaks, ‘I wouldn’t mind the cuddles!’

#haikyuu x reader #sugawara koushi #sugawara #sugawara x reader #sugawara x yn #sugawara fluff #sugawara koushi fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #sugawara koushi x reader #sugawara koushi imagine #sawamura daichi #azumane asahi #haikyuu sugawara

[koushisbabie]

Late Day 15 of Daily Gaara

[koushisbabie]

HOW THEY ASK YOU OUT + KARASUNO

synopsis + warnings: gn!reader + fluff. how the karasuno folks ask you out <3

— DAICHI asks you outright. it took nearly every ounce of courage he possessed to ask you the question, but he had done it. eyes desperately searching yours, his hands reach out to hesitantly hold yours. it was right before volleyball practice, the school day ending for regular students. he had ran from the gym to your last class of the day and then with his hands on his knees, panting, he asked, "will... you please... go out with me?" he had asked in between breaths. he was left even more breathless when he heard your eager yes as a response.

— SUGAWARA presents you with flowers and his brightest grin. he didn't want to ask you empty-handed and he figured white carnations (they represent pure love, he checked) couldn't go wrong. stuttering just the slightest bit, he asks if you'll accompany him as his date to the local museum. he's sweating just a bit (a lot actually) as he nervously awaits your answer. you stare at the flowers for a bit and then look back up at him. his cheeks turn red and he can't help but bring you (and the flowers) into a tight, crushing hug when you say yes.

— ASAHI slides you a note in the middle of class. will you go out with me? is written out neatly across some spare notebook paper. you lift your head up to look at asahi, only for him to already be staring at you. he quickly turns his head down to his classwork, the tips of his ears bright red. his leg bounces up and down as he awaits an answer. you smile and hastily write yes i would love to with a doodle of heart and slide the note back to asahi's desk. you watch as his pen drops and he turns back in his seat to look at you, a grin spread across his face. you smile back and wave, your face heating up at the ecstatic expression across his face.

— NISHINOYA leans his arm against your locker as he pops the question casually. externally, he seems like the vision of cool-headed. he's asking the person of his dreams out, no sweat. internally? he is bouncing off the walls, screaming, nervous as hell, but praying to every entity above that you say yes. it took all of tanaka's energy to get noya enough swagger to ask you out at all. he looks up to you, eager for a response. when he sees you smile and nod to his question, he lets out a breath and then pumps his fist in the air in rejoice of victory. "you won't regret this, y/n!"

— TANAKA invites you to one of karasuno's games. he decides that if they win, then he'll ask you out. 'lo and behold, they do win. you make your down from the bleachers, eager to congratulate him when he runs to you, crushing you in a tight hug despite the sweat clinging to his skin. high on the adrenaline from the game and winning, he blurts out the question with no other thoughts on his mind other than wanting to be yours, "can you please go out with me?" he thinks that he earned two wins in a day when you say yes.

— KIYOKO asks you beneath the tree in the yard of the school. it was lunchtime, and she had made a bento for you and her to share. it was spring time and there were flower petals floating around in the wind. taking a deep breath, kiyoko turns around to face you and promptly asks you the question with her face slowly turning a shade of pink. the lunch she made you lays in your lap as you quickly grasp her hands and leave a kiss on her cheek. "yes of course i'll go out with you kiyoko,"

— YACHI sends you a text. it's the coward's way of asking, she knows. but you give her butterflies and make her nervous all around and this is the only way she could ever confess her feelings. she types it out in the cutest manner, y/n! i like you (; ω ; ) will you consider going out with me? she turns her on and off every thirty seconds to see if you've responded yet, and jumps off her seat, yelling cheers as she receives the reciprocation of her adoration.

— HINATA didn't know how to display his endearment towards you in any other way than the one he knew best: volleyball. he insists that suga pretend that he's practicing sets with him outside, conveniently next to where you sit during lunch. the ball manages to 'accidentally' be thrown right next to you. flinching, you grasp the ball to throw it back at the boys only to the (extremely messy) handwriting scrawled across the ball in a striking black shade: Y/N, GO OUT WITH ME PLEASE! hinata stands a tad bit in the distance, hands cupped around his mouth as he yells, "what do you say, y/n?"

— KAGEYAMA is a man of little words except when it comes to you. does he vocalize those words? absolutely not. you make him nervous as shit. he starts stuttering, words stumbling over the others, his mind running a mile a minute. however, one day after practice he falls into an easy conversation with you - stuttering only ever once a few sentences, he finds himself speaking words he never thought he would utter aloud. sweat is clinging to his back and neck (from practice or from being around you, he doesn't know) as he confesses just how much he likes you, his words coming easy for once.

— TSUKISHIMA is a secret romantic. he walks home with you, the two of you sharing a pair of earbuds as one of his playlists blares into your ears. you hum to the tune of a familiar song, and then promptly turn your head to tsukishima. not fast enough to have the earbud fall off your ear but with enough force for tsukishima to get his head out of his thoughts and turn to look at you, a question in his eyes. you grant him a small smile and nudge him, "do you think you could send me this playlist? i like it."

a slight blush blooms across his cheeks as he nods in response to your question. this was the playlist he made with the thought of all you made him feel and the idea of confessing to you one day. the fact that you liked it reassured him that maybe (just maybe) he had luck with you in the future.

— YAMAGUCHI fiddles his fingers as he holds out a bento full of all your favorite sweets. a note is written atop it, but you pay no attention to it as yamaguchi stammers out, "i like you. i like you so much. so take these please, even if you don't like me back." wringing his fingers, he brings up his head back up to look at you; he's met with a sweet surprise when you lay a quick kiss on his cheek and accept his confession.

[koushisbabie]

HAHA Atsumu made me cackle 😂😍 too cute

-> HAIKYUU x SMAU TEXTS; she's busy

summary prank texting the hq guys "she's busy" ♡

featuring oikawa tōru || kozume kenma || miya atsumu ♡

notes im tired, ive slept for like 3 hours in two days and this was funnier in my head lol ♡

-> idec if im late to this lmaoo, might do more + bllk bois <-

the goddamn loml ♡

he is kenough ♡

my beebee ♡

© uwurakax — please don’t repost or share outside of tumblr

#haikyuu texts #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smau

[koushisbabie]

THIS IS WHY IM STUDYING ANIMATION PEOPLE FBSKDBDKD TO MAKE MY FAVS SMILE AHAHAHHAHA i hope this smiling-for-the-camera tsukki heals your soul 🥺🥺🥺🥺

This is also his late birthday post so happy late birthday tsukishima you little rascal 😭😭😭

[koushisbabie]

Listen to Me

Tsukishima x f!reader | rated E | 5k

Summary: Failing one of your classes, you remember a flyer you saw on campus offering ‘on call’ tutoring sessions. So, in your desperation, you call and develop a crush on the guy’s voice on the other end. Pretty soon, things start to heat up.

A/n: this is very self indulgent porn tbh, pls don’t judge me but I had a craving for a voice kink and the thought of Kei whispering in my ear gave me goosebumps. So~

“Hey there,” the smooth sounding voice on the other end of the phone says, sending a shiver down your spine.

You had seen a flyer on campus for a call in tutoring session a while back and as a joke, you snapped a picture of it for future reference. Well, good thing you did because guess who’s failing chem?

“H-hi,” you hesitate, being completely thrown off by the sound of this guys voice.

“Hello,” he greets again. “Did you need help in a subject, or are you one of those girls who call because they heard I have nice voice?”

“People actually do that? I mean you sound, like a normal guy,” you shrug, fiddling with your pencil.

“I’ve been told my voice is soothing to the ear,” he replies. “Not too deep, but not too high, and with a tone that is both unbothered, yet still attentive.”

“I just meant that you sound familiar, is all,” you scoff a laugh, rolling your eyes at how pretentious he’s sounding.

“I get that a lot,” he chuckles. The sound vibrating through the speaker tickles your ear. “Was there something I could help you with?”

“Oh, right,” you almost forgot why you called in the first place.

Talking you through your chemistry homework like he’s in the same class, he teaches you how to find the compounds and use your graphic calculator with ease. And, yeah, okay, his voice is kind of soothing, but he doesn’t need to know you think that.

“Holy shit, I think I understand now,” you laugh, amazed at how simple it actually is once it was explained in a way you could grasp. “You’re pretty smart aren’t you?” You tease him.

“Well, yeah,” he says, and you can hear him rolling his eyes at your stupid question.

“Okay, nerd,” you playfully insult him.

“This nerd just saved your ass from failing chemistry,” he rebuttals. “And the next time you have to call me for help, I’m charging you. Only the first one’s free.”

“Ugh, fine,” you say, pointedly, ending the call.

Please read the rest on ao3

Also, I’m not sure who to credit for this pic that my friend had saved from Pinterest, the artist is no longer active on Twitter and there is no watermark or signature on the art (I even reversed Google image searched and nothing came up), but if you know who made it pls lmk so I can tag them or link their art!!

Anyway, this is the Kei I think of when I wrote this fic, just to get an idea of why I needed to write this fic 💁🏻‍♀️ (also, my friend said Kei biting on the pen is slut behavior, and I agree I agree I agree)

[koushisbabie]

How a life in the Haikyuu Universe will look like. Friends, love, dreams. How will your life change?

Haikyuu x reader!

[rewritten]

[koushisbabie]

I’ll Wait

Tsukishima x reader | rated G | 1.8k

Your brother, Tadashi’s, best friend confesses his feelings for you.

a/n: reader is 18 and only two years younger

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“Tsukki,” you breathe against his cheek.

Your heart is racing and you have to pull away from his hold on you or his body heat will set you on fire.

“W-what was that?” You stare up at him, wide eyed, pink cheeked and trembling after feeling his lips on yours.

“I’ve wanted to do that for years,” he smiles smugly at you.

“You’ve wanted-” You bite your lip, turning away from him to hide your confusion.

“Don’t tell me you’ve never thought about it,” you hear him smirk at you.

“Tsukki you’re- you’re like a bro-“

“Don’t,” he stops you, inhaling sharply through his nose. “Don’t say it.”

You can’t see his face but you can hear his voice trembling, pleading for you think of him as anything other than a brother and you know, from knowing him since you were a child, that his fists are balled tight at his sides.

“You’ve been my brother’s best friend since I was five years old,” you remind him, crossing your arms over your chest to resist the urge to turn around and reach for him.

“And I’ve been in love with you ever since,” he whispers, his earlier temperament gone with the soft whimper you make as he steps in front of you.

He’s only two years older than you, but still, a confession of this magnitude, his presence being a part of your earliest memories, it’s too much.

He met your brother, Tadashi, when you were all in primary school. Ever since Tadashi told you the story of a tall, blond boy coming to his rescue from bullies, he’s always been someone you looked up to. Someone you thought you only ever loved as a brother, but as you got older, you always felt your love for him was more than familial.

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i am SO invested

the great war -> I.i: my knuckles were bruised like violets

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- i wanted name’s gc in light mode and rin’s in dark but i cannot for the life of me figure out how to do that w/o it looking ugly

- just know that the band gc is always rins pov and the other is name’s

- im desperately hoping this makes sense bc i’m half asleep rn and i MUST go to bed so this is not proofread or anything im sorry

the great war — a rockstar rintarou suna smau

you used to know rintarou. you knew him back before the world did. you used to know him better than you knew yourself. but nothing perfect ever lasts, does it? after awhile he just stopped responding. you tried to block out every headline you saw featuring his name, and focus on your own music career rather than his own. but when one of his bandmates reaches out to you and asks you to open for their upcoming tour, you find yourself stuck traveling all around the world with the man whose inflicted pain inspired most of your first album.

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#love this #suna smau #hq x reader

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queen of expressions, nobara

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silly idea i had to draw

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[ suna rintarou ]

you stared blankly at your best friend. “rin, what?”

he blinked innocently, as if he hadn’t just blurted out a statement that made you doubt the fact that he was a sane and fully sober high school student. “what?”

“did you just say that the pyramids aren’t real?” you repeated calmly, trying to keep yourself from straight up banging your head violently against the wall.

he scoffed. “yes. do you actually think they’re real? that’s so stupid of you.”

“rin, the pyramids are real,” you stated blankly. “they’re very real, are you stupid?”

“no, they’re not.” he rolled his eyes. “they’re like, this fantasy idea.”

you stared at him for a few seconds before you quietly pushed yourself up, turning around and immediately starting to walk away. you heard a huff before his figure was beside you, carrying both your bags on one shoulder while using his free arm to slung it over your shoulder. “so, where are we going?”

“i’m going to talk to atsumu to heal from you,” you muttered, still in slight disbelief. “that’s how stupid you are.”

he frowned. “are you messing with me? the pyramids are literally not real.”

a loud snort caught your attention, making you turn to the twins, atsumu staring at suna as if he was stupid, which at the moment, you believed was true. osamu was beside him, busy staring at the onigiri he held like it was a gift from heaven, but amusement was still clear in his eyes as atsumu raised an eyebrow. “do ya genuinely think pyramids aren’t real? what the fuck is wrong with ya, suna? i thought ya were smart.”

you stared blankly at atsumu for a few seconds before letting out a slow sigh. “i could fucking kiss you right now.”

suna’s arm immediately held your should a little firmer, eyes narrowing at the setter who smirked like he knew something you didn’t, teasingly leaning closer to you. “you’re very welcome to—“

“shut the fuck up.” suna hissed, kicking his leg. atsumu jumped with a noise that sounded like the mixture of a groan and a smug laugh, a pained smile on his lips as he poked his tongue out childishly. suna grunted in annoyance. “fine, pyramids are real!”

“i can not believe this is a point that needed to be argued about,” kita’s voice rang, making the suna stiffen slightly before he slowly turned around to face his captain, his arm causing you to automatically turn as well. kita frowned, eyes set on suna. “stop skipping your classes.”

suna nodded quickly. “okay.”

you offered an awkward wave. “hi, captain. you look nice today.”

kita turned to you, his intimidating blank stare immediately turning to a smile. “hello. thank you, you look nice as well. i wish you luck with dealing with the three of them.”

you held back a snort as the three gasped in offense, suna’s gasp quieter than the twins. “thank you, i need it.”

he calmly reached over to ruffle your hair affectionately before walking away, suna immediately groaning. “god, how many people do i have to get jealous of today?”

you glanced up. “what?”

he froze. “what?”

you grinned. “you’re jealous?”

he immediately let go of you, shoving your backpack into your chest. “no. why would you even think that? you’re insane.”

“are you trying to gaslight me, rintarou?” you teased, relishing in the way his cheeks flushed just the slightest as he scoffed, walking away. you ignored the twins snickering in amusement as you followed behind, grin widening.

“i’m not gaslighting you,” he mumbled, words barely audible as he refused to look at you. “in fact, i don’t even know what gaslighting is. it’s probably not even a real word, you probably made it up because you’re crazy.”

you sighed dramatically, forcing yourself not to let out the laugh that was struggling to get out. “what a shame, maybe i should go get a kiss from atsumu to make myself sane again—“

he halted in his steps, glancing over you with a tired exhausted stare. “you’re a menace. i hate you, i hope you know that.”

“shut up,” you snorted, nudging him playfully. “you love me.”

he stared at you for a few seconds before his eyes softened, lips twitching upwards into a discreet smile as he sighed in mock exhaustion.

“i unfortunately do.”

#oh man this is perfect #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #suns rintarou x reader

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where were we?

imagine! Tsukishima x reader

summary: you and Tsukishima are studying, but little do you know, he is crushing mad hard on you...

genre: fluff!

word count: 1.5k

It’s late, and the library is quiet save for the occasional page turning and the gentle scratch of pen on paper. Somewhere there is a clock ticking faintly. You rest your head in your palms, eyelids threatening to close with each minute that passes.

            ‘Oi.’ A sharp tap on your forehead brings you to focus, and you snap you attention to your companion. ‘Don’t fall asleep.’

            Tsukishima pushes his glasses up and fixes you with a stern look. ‘You’ll get drool all over your workbook,’ he smirks.

            ‘It must be almost midnight,’ you say, searching for your phone, ‘shouldn’t we call it a night? I don’t know how much more I can take.’

            ‘Is that so?’

            ‘We’ve been at this for hours,’ you whine, ‘I need to rest.’

            ‘You’ve barely touched your textbook,’ Tsukishima points out. He turns back to his own book, content with his progress for the evening.

            ‘But I’m tired…’ you yawn. ‘Just a little nap, five minutes, I promise,’ you say, cradling your head on the tabletop. You close your eyes to Tsukishima’s annoyed expression. ‘Just five minutes.’

            Minutes pass, and you are well passed out. Tsukishima takes a moment to look at you, really taking in the sight of your hair sprawled around your face, soft and messy, never staying in place for too long. Your eyelashes pretty and delicate against your cheekbones, the smattering of sunspots evident across the bridge of your nose, proof that you do in fact go outside from time to time. Your mouth is slightly open, the gentlest of snores escaping between your lips. You looks peaceful, he thinks, how tired you are from doing next to nothing today, he cannot reason why. Rolling his eyes, he places his large hand on your head, gently patting your hair like he was patting a sleeping cat.

            The blush that crept across his cheeks grew too warm and the fluttering in his belly too active for his liking. He glances around, brows furrowed in annoyance, thankfully, no one was watching this play out.

‘I guess there’s no harm in it,’ Tsukishima mutters. He pushes his seat backward, stretching his legs. He heads outside and down the stairs to the vending machine.

Fresh air is a welcome sensation, the crisp taste of the nighttime cool against his heated cheekbones. It has not been long since he began feeling oddly self-conscious around you, wondering whether you actually enjoy his company for him, or whether you are just bored of your own friends. It might as well be clear that you are not using him as a tutor since you just fall asleep during a study session. For a time, he actually thought you hung around him to get closer to Yamaguchi, believing he would be a better match for you then himself, but even when Yamaguchi was not around, you spent time with Tsukishima. He even began checking his hair before he left the bathroom, sometimes even twice. In class it was hard to focus, every time you raise your hand, your voice rings out with a tentative answer, Tsukishima’s belly does flips, fighting the urge to swivel in his seat and stare at you. It was bad enough that he stole glances every now and then, much to Yamaguchi’s amusement. It only took Yamaguchi nudging Tsukishima’s arm and winking in your direction for him to click onto the fact that maybe, just maybe, he likes you more than just a friend.

Tsukishima shakes the thought from his mind, his cheeks that had only just returned to normal are blushing furiously again. ‘Tch,’ he rolls his eyes, ‘what am I supposed to do with this?’

The vending machine hums quietly beside him, emitting enough glow to attract moths that flutter around Tsukishima. He presses some buttons and feeds several silver coins into the machine. The drinks thud into the reception and with a small sigh, he makes his way back up to the library where, he discovers, you are still sleeping soundly.

The tiniest drool glistens on your hand, Tsukishima notices as he pulls out his chair. He places the drinks loudly on the table, the vibration enough to wake you from your slumber.

‘What happened?’ You ask, your voice husky from sleep. You look at him with wide eyes, and his heart skips a beat.

‘Nothing,’ he says, quickly looking away, ‘here, caffeine.’

‘I’m not sure it’s a good idea to have caffeine this late,’ you say hesitantly.

Tsukishima shrugs. ‘Don’t finish this chapter then,’ he says nonchalantly, ‘and I’ll drink both.’ He follows this with a small smirk.

You grimace, cracking open the drink and taking a sip. You wipe your mouth on the back of your hand. ‘Fine, you win,’ you say, smiling at him. ‘Thank you.’ You lick your lips with the tip of your tongue. Unaware that Tsukishima is watching you with eagle eyes, wondering how soft your lips would feel against his neck. His face warms, and he shifts in his seat nervously.

You lean over the table to peer closely at his textbook, a clear view down your shirt the further you lean toward him, your face dangerously close to his. ‘Now, where were we?’

Tsukishima falters, the blush threatening to creep across his face again, but he quickly covers it up as he pushes his glasses up. He glances from your chest to your lips to your eyes, wide and wondering. It would only take a second to kiss you, he thinks, but how perverted would you think he is, staring down your shirt and then kissing you out of the blue, and during a study session! But then, you might like it, you might melt into his grasp… Or you might push him away, disgusted by his advances, ‘We’re just friends, what the hell are you doing?’ Your voice rings in his ears.

‘Tsukishima?’ You say, hesitantly. Your brows furrowed with concern, your perfect pout pink and so close to him. ‘Are you okay?’

He tries to push the thought from his mind, clearing his throat. ‘Page eighty-seven,’ he murmurs, averting his gaze. You frown slightly, blush dusting your cheekbones. You linger for a moment too long, and he glances back at you, meeting your eyes.

How long had it been since he first saw you? When you were dashing through the corridor, late for your club activity, and bumping into him, apologising profusely. The day you asked him to check over your homework before you handed it in, he looked at you with narrow eyes, ‘you’re the one who ran into me, aren’t you?’ he had asked, ‘are you late to hand in your work as well?’. To which you had replied with something witty, but he could not remember what, he was busy trying to figure out what colour your eyes were. The next time he had seen you was when you volunteered to help Yachi take photos, and you waved at him wildly from across the court, distracting and earning him a few suggestive winks from his teammates. You always did that, distracted him when you moved to his class, when you continued to show up with Yachi, and when you started studying with him.

Every time, he found himself drawn to you – and he never wanted to admit it, but here he is, staring wide-eyed at your pretty face, your sweet breath just inches from him, alone in the quiet library on a normal Wednesday evening.

Fuck it. Tsukishima’s hands cup your face, bringing you closer to his, and bridges the gap. Indeed, your lips are as soft as he had imagined, and as warm as he had hoped. His chest is hammering hard, and he is sure you can hear it.

You seem to have frozen, he realises, and he pulls back sheepishly.

‘I, uh,’ Tsukishima blushes, brows furrowed, looking for an excuse. It is not every day he gets embarrassed, but he has done it now, he thinks. ‘Sorry, I don’t –’

‘You don’t what?’ You ask quickly. ‘You don’t like me?’

Tsukishima’s eyes widen, his heartbeat in his ears. ‘That’s not what I was going to say,’ he says, eyes narrowing, he pouts.

You search his face, his skin a pretty, pink blossom. ‘You do, don’t you?’ You grin.

Tsukishima scowls, unsure how to react, and nothing witty comes to mind. Never in a million years did he expect to be confessing during an interrogation. He rolls his eyes.

‘I knew it,’ you say confidently. ‘No one blushes like you do around me.’

‘Oh, shut it,’ Tsukishima says, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

‘Make me,’ you say, smirking against his lips.

author note: a little drabble, hope you enjoy!

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