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cute things they do

fandom: haikyu!!

summary: cute things some of the boys do as your boyfriend

pairings: akaashi keiji x reader, bokuto koutarou x reader, ushijima wakatoshi x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: akaashi rest his hand on reader's thigh, ushijima briefly thinks about having kids with reader (if there's something, please tell me!)

quinn speaks: can y'all tell how much i love them?

— AKAASHI KEIJI

akaashi will drive you anywhere. you mention that you need to get a new winter coat, akaashi will drop what he's doing and grab his keys. you're going out to get grocieries for dinner tonight, akaashi is already slipping on his shoes and taking the keys from your grasp.

during long road trips he'll always be behind the wheel while you sit next to him, navigating and playing music. your road trips always seem to stretch on really long as akaashi isn't too much of a fan of energy drink or drinking tons of coffee. he'd rather spend the night in a little inn than driving at night when he's already getting drowsy.

it's not like he won't let you drive or that he thinks you're a bad driver, it's nothing like that. it's just he subconciously does it. he'll hear the jingle of the keys and rush to the front door to accompany you to where ever it is you need to go.

it's okay though. he always does that thing where he rest his hand on the back of your headrest when reversing. you get to see his tongue poking out a little, a habit that's stuck from young age, in order to focus. the way his hand rest on your thigh doesn't have you complaining either.

— BOKUTO KOUTAROU

bokuto's apartment is nicer than yours. it always confuses you when he comes over and makes himself right at home, especially when you see the way he acts in his own apartment.

he's stiff when sitting on his couch, but sprawls out on yours. he barely ever uses his kitchen, but he teaches you how to make his favorite foods in yours. his shower consists of a bottle of shampoo and body wash that your sure have been there since you've started dating, but he always digs into your sugar scrubs, lotions, and various soaps. he's always up late either scrolling on his phone or just laying and looking at the ceiling while in his bed, but within minutes of being laying on your comforter, he's out like a light.

bokuto likes your apartment. it's full of things that just scream your name. the various pieces of art work that hang on your walls are much more sentimental than the ones his interior designer had picked out for his apartment. the different types of plants that are scattered in every corner of your house just give more life to your place.

finally you ask him. why? why does he want to be in your little apartment when its an extra 20 minutes away from his work and when it's almost 1/3 of the size of his and when you've got new problems that pop up every other week.

at first he doesn't answer and you're scared you've scared him off or said something wrong. but then he takes his hands in your and tells you, "it just feels like home because of you."

— USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

children have never been especially drawn to him. instead, the stoic look on his face scares them and his large build only solidifies those feelings. it's never really bothered him, or rather he doesn't let it bother him too much. he knows that he's intimidating, even to grown adults, so he doesn't worry about it.

however, as soon as he started dating you, children would flock around the pair of you. every date and outing you've been on with him, at least on kid has approached you. they always approach you first, still a little uneasy of the big man that stands next to you.

lost kids that cry about their moms and dads, kids who tell you that you're pretty while bashfully hiding behind their hands, kids that ask you to pass them the ball when it stumbles in front of you. you always handle them with grace and cheer.

lost children get to hold your hand as you ask them questions and look around for their parents. you always compliment the bashful children, their cheeks glowing at your kind and genuine words. kids who wave at you and send you big smiles as you kick or throw their ball back.

ushijima knows it's early to be thinking about this, but he can't help it. he hopes that with time, you'll hold the same warmth towards the both of your future children.

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cute things they do

fandom: haikyu!!

summary: cute things some of the boys do as your boyfriend

pairings: kozume kenma x reader, suna rintarou x reader, tsukishima kei x reader, kageyama tobio x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: neck kisses from suna (if there's something, please tell me!)

quinn speaks: someone pls get me a boyfriend... this is getting embarrassing

— KOZUME KENMA

kenma often stays up late to game. he never expects you to wait up for him, but you often find yourself on the living room couch as he sits in front of the tv and meticulously clicks on his controller. kenma always notices when you lay down behind him, although you usually stay quiet as a mouse.

he looks back to check on you periodically; sometimes you'll be scrolling on your phone or have a book in hand. but once it hits the 1:00 am mark, you always find yourself curling up and falling asleep. so, kenma will pause his game and make sure to grab your favorite blanket -- you've never explictly said this, but he can tell as it's the one you always grab -- and drape it over your sleeping figure.

after that, he won't stay up too much longer. kenma always finds himself curling up right next to you.

— SUNA RINTAROU

you think suna is seriously addicted to back hugs. you'll be standing at the kitchen counter, just grabbing a few things out of the cabinets for dinner, and then your boyfriends will apere out of thin air. arms wrapping around your middle and head resting on top of yours.

when you stand in front of the mirror to put on your various jewlery pieces, he'll be there in just a few seconds. trailing kisses down your neck and shoulders, whispering about how pretty you look.

outings with your friends should be safe right? nope, suna is just a clingy around your shared friends despite the shit that he gets from the twins. suna will just bury himself deeper into you. fingers gripping a bit tighter at your hips, arms a bit more flexed against you, and head buried so far into your hair that you're concerned for his air supply.

what can he say, back hugs are the perfect way to go in any situations.

— TSUKISHIMA KEI

does he do it on purpose? or is it just a reflex after all this time? as soon as you're in arms length, tsukishima gently tucks the hairs that frame your face behind your ears. when you sit across from each other when eating dinner, when your scanning the bookshelves at your local library, and especially when laying in bed together.

you don't dare confront him about this little habit, scared if you mention it he'll stop. so, instead you bask in confusion. every time he tucks your hair back, your checks flush for a few seconds and your eyes go wide before you regain control and continue doing whatever you were doing before his interruption.

little do you know, that's exactly why he does it. he knows that he can easily fluster you with his words, but doing it with his actions is just so much more fun.

— KAGEYAMA TOBIO

anytime kageyama's fingers brush against yours, within seconds he is slipping his hand into yours. no matter where you are or what you're doing, his finger will lace with yours and he won't let go until he absolutely has to.

right before press conferences his coach will have to grip his jersey and tug him along, a sad pout gracing his features for a few seconds as he looks at you longingly. in busy crowds while waiting for the subway, he'll grab onto your hand and make sure that his grip is strong enough to keep you close to him. at home when your sitting at the dining room table, typing away on your laptop and just taking a break to stretch your fingers out. in those situations you find yourself tying with just one hand while the other rubs circles on kageyama's knuckles.

kageyama doesn't quite know why he does it. maybe it's because of the way your palm fits perfectly in his or maybe it's because it keeps him from picking at his cuticles or rather it's because the warmth in your hand that just seems to shoot straight up his body. he doesn't really care to find a reason to his actions, he'd rather just spend more time holding your hand in his.

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reminders

fandom: haikyu!!

summary: bokuto can't stop thinking about you

pairing: bokuto koutarou x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: late night walks/runs, reader wears an oversized sweater, and bo is afraid of the dark (if there's something, please tell me!)

quinn speaks: best boy <33 wrote this last night when i couldn't sleep

— BOKUTO KOUTAROU

bokuto sat up in his bed. after tossing and turn for what seemed like hours, he had come to the conclusion that he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight. his head pounded, but not in a bad way that makes you want to squint your eyes and rub your temples. no, it was in a good way. thoughts racing, not even the music playing in his ears could cover them up.

every thought seemed to be linked to you. everything little thing just reminded him of you.

he really should go to sleep seeing as he had practice in the morning, he reasoned with himself.

you always got to school early and would run into bokuto during his morning practices. always sending him a kind smile and shy wave before you continued on your way. sometimes he would follow after you just to see where you were headed and without fail, you would tuck yourself in the same corner of the school library everyday.

even on the days when you seemed tired, bags under your eyes a bit darker and yawns more frequent, you would arrive on schedule every time.

the covers were too hot.

on rainy days, you wore a blue and green sweater to class. it draped over your figure, way too big for you. he wondered if it was your boyfriends or your brothers or maybe a friend? he wanted it to be his, because the way you brought your hands over the sleeve to make sweater paws and the way you buried yourself in the collar when a gust of wind would come into the classroom. it drove him crazy.

he wanted to bury you in blankets and oversized sweater alike on days like that. bring you warm tea and fuzzy socks, anything to make you feel comfortable on the colder days in tokyo.

it was too dark in his room.

the lights flickered off in the classroom as students began to panic. the snow that was falling from the window certainly had to be the cause of the black out. bokuto never really had liked the dark, always opting to sleep with a night light whenever possible and never go on runs too late into the night.

you seemed to notice the way he tensed up and anxiously bounced his leg. with a light tap to his shoulder, he whipped around to face you. one hand outstretched and holding an earbud, gesturing for him to take it. as soon as he placed it in his ear, he swore the best song he had ever heard came on.

his hands were sweaty.

bokuto laid on the floor of the gym, all tired out from practice. he made his way towards the doors, thanking his coaches, teammates, and mangers before leaving with his bag slung on his shoulder and water bottle in his hand.

the closing of the east entrance door made his head swivel. down the stairs you padded, making your way the same direction he was walking. calling out to you, he asked what you were still doing at school so late.

with your explanation out of the way, he told you he would walk you home. it didn't come without some refusal on your part, but after he explained that he wouldn't feel right if your walked home alone in the dark, you agreed. truthfully, while you were relieved -- partially fearing the walk home -- bokuto was more anxious than ever.

but eventually, bokuto would retire. face on one pillow and arm hugging another one, thoughts of what it would feel like to finally hold you in his arms plaguing his mind before his droopy lids fell.

he would soon find out, he figured. on the bedside table a neatly written speech and dainty little neckless, both had your name written all over them.

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in my arms

fandom: haikyuu!!

summary: cuddling between reader and some of the boys!

pairing: miya atsumu x reader, kita shinsuke x reader, aone takanobu x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: atsumu pulling you to cuddle, kissing your neck, and tickling you — thunderstorms and forehead kisses in kita's — staddling aone for some kisses (if there’s something, please tell me!)

quinn speaks: i think i've caught the cuddle bug :/

atsumu clings onto you as the both of you watch the scary movie playing on his television. blood splatter flashes across the screen as both you and your boyfriend cringe and look away.

“really? don’t separate now ya idiot!” atsumu groaned as he dug his fingers into the flesh of your waist and hid his face in the crook of your neck.

soon after he said that, a high pitched scream could be heard as atsumu’s hands grew even tighter on you. “babe, loosen your hands,” you told him as he just whined into your neck.

“can we turn this off?” he mumbled, definitely a bit embarrassed. even though you couldn't see his face a pink blush was making its way up his neck and to his ears.

“course we can.” you reached for the remote and turned off the television. much to your surprise, atsumu gripped your hips so that you were now laying down on the couch; back up against his chest, he covered your neck in feathering kisses.

it’s like he was reading your mind. as soon as you opened your mouth, atsumu was already answering your question. “just wanna stay like this awhile, sweetheart,” his words were a bit muffled in your skin, but you were able to make it out.

“don’t worry tsum, i'll protect you,” you cooed at him. atsumu rolled his eyes at your teasing and quickly his fingers were dancing across your stomach, laughs and giggles spilling from your mouth along with insincere apologies.

kita held you close as thunder clapped, the both of you were huddled under the covers of your shared bed. the pattering of rain was heard on the roof and windows, all in all it was quite peaceful aside from the cracks of thunder that happened sporadically.

it wasn’t like kita and you were afraid of a bit of thunder and lightning, but this storm in particular was really bad. so bad that kita's work had been called off for a week and you had gotten the okay to work from home.

one of kita's arms was wrapped around your waist and the other one was cradling the back of your head. a particularly loud clap had you gripping onto kita’s soft sweater and your boyfriend brought you closer to him, if that was even possible at this point.

“doing okay?” he asked you softly.

“yeah, you?” you replied, voice muffled a bit due to your position.

“yeah, baby, i'm okay,” he told you. kisses were placed on your hairline as you hummed in content.

suddenly the thunder didn’t seem so loud compared to the steady beat of kita's heart and slowly but surely, it lulls you to sleep. kita watched as your features became relaxed and your hands seemed to loosen their hold on him. he decided to follow you into sleep, shifting slightly to tangle your legs with his a bit tighter and pulling your head under his chin.

rain continues to hit down as you and kita cling onto each other.

aone sat on the couch, hands laced together as he twirled his thumbs. half his attention was on the television show playing in front of him and the other half was on the door near the kitchen. you texted him saying you had to stay a bit later than usual and that he could start on dinner if he wanted. aone decided to wait, despite the growling from his stomach, but the ache in his heart was much stronger.

work wasn’t necessarily hard today, but it did tire him out a bit more than usual. his lower back is sore and his eyelids a bit droopy, sleepiness almost overtaking him.

when he heard the familiar jiggling of your keys and the hinges of your door creaking softly as the door opened, he got up from his spot on the couch but didn’t move to meet you. aone never wanted to take away your space, especially when you got home from work. no matter how much he longed to hold you and place his lips against yours.

“honey?” you called out a pet name as you slipped off your shoes and set down your bag. you moved around the house to find your boyfriend and finally finding him, you brought your arms around his neck as he planted hands on your waist.

he glanced down nervously at your lips, so you leaned in as to tell him that you wanted the same thing. your lips stayed together as he brought you down to the couch, now your legs on either side of his outer thighs.

the kisses were long and sweet, almost longing. soon you pulled away and rested your head on the man's shoulder as he hooked his head over your shoulder. you could feel him breath deeply against your neck as well as the feeling of his hands crawling up your back to rub it lightly.

you stayed like this for a like while longer before tugging your head from its spot on him to look him in the eyes. "wanna get take out and watch our show?" you suggested with a quirk of your head.

"yeah, you can order from here right?" his eyes didn't meet your as he mumbled the last part of his sentence. luckily, you were able to catch onto what he was saying and in response you giggled lightly and pulled your phone out of your pocket, dialing the familiar number.

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6:14 PM

fandom: haikyuu!!

summary: ushijima comes home to you after a long day

pairing: ushijima wakatoshi x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: one kiss and toshi grabs readers hips to pull them up out of a chair (if there's something, please tell me!)

quinn speaks: i think toshi would make the best hubby ever <33

ushijima set down his volleyball bag on the bench near the front door. kicking off his shoes and padding through the house in his white socks, he poked his head around trying to spot you in the many various places you seemed to be drawn towards. if he was being honest, it did remind him of a house cat.

but, you weren’t curled up on the couch watching a show nor sitting at the dining table reading something. ushijima stilled, he knew you were home as the food that sat on the stove was still warm and your shoes were by the door when he first came in, but usually you waited for him downstairs somewhere.

marching up the steps he saw the light of your home office was on and when he carefully listened he could hear the clacking of your keyboard keys. he pushed open the door softly so as to not disturb you and saw that you had your hair up, pencil resting between your lips, and eyes moving all over your screen and desk. remembering the project that you had due in a few days, everything seemed to make a bit more sense to the tall man.

his hands came down on your shoulders and you jumped a bit at the action. pulling yourself away from the screen and taking the writing utensil from your mouth, you spun in your chair to face him.

“hi, toshi,” you said softly.

“hello, my love,” he replied, bending down to kiss you. your eyes fluttered shut and hands came up to hold his face.

pulling away, he brought his hands to your waist and tugged you out of your chair.

“ready for dinner?” he asked.

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anyway blackout poetry not just as an art form, but as an act of violence against other works of art

taking a piece of text that someone probably put their heart and soul into creating and using it as your raw material, cutting out everything that you deem irrelevant to the point you want to make

i mean imagine cutting up a painting and using it to make a collage, or taking a marble sculpture and carving pieces out of it to make a different sculpture

just to be clear: i love blackout poetry, im not criticizing it here. i am just waxing poetic about it. i dont really know where im going with this i just have Thoughts about art being destructive

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fuzzy feeling

fandom: haikyuu!!

summary: suna doesn't think he'll ever find love, but that all changes because of a small dog and his younger sister

pairing: suna rintarou x reader

genre: fluff and a bit of angst (suna gets grumpy)

warnings: swearing and self doubt on suna's part

quinn speaks: i headcanon that rin is a hopeless romantic so here's this!

suna doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to fall in love. he never really gets it when people talk about butterflies in their stomach and dizziness in their heads when around that special someone. the twins are always teasing him about having a cold heart or maybe he just wasn’t meant to have a lover; it made him want to smack them over the head, scared that they’re right.

it wasn’t like suna didn’t want someone to hold at night, to share his secrets with, to giggle with on the couch while watching shitty movies, to cry on when he had a bad day. he wanted all of it because despite what most people might think, suna rintarou is a hopeless romantic.

the bookshelf in his room is filled with poetry and romance novels that he likes to re-read over and over again in the comfort of his own bed. smiling lightly when something cute happens, cursing when the two lovers make the wrong decision, or crying lightly when they finally get together after hundreds of pages. of course he always switches them out with various mangas and classics whenever his friends come over, suna doubts he would ever hear the end of it if the twins found his secret stash.

he didn’t want to dwell on the fact that he’d probably never get to experience half the stuff he reads about, but he can’t help but get lost in his own thoughts once in a while. this was one of those times.

suna looked up from twiddling his hands on the bench at the park, his eyes scanned the surrounding areas to look for his sister. she had dragged him out of the house when there were no more popsicles left in the freezer for her to enjoy and their mother insisted they go out for ice cream, putting a few dollars in suna’s hand and practically pushing them out the door. on the way, they passed by his sister’s favorite park and he knew what was bound to come next.

searching for the little head of jet black hair was much more difficult than he originally thought it would be. panic quickly set in as suna cursed at himself for taking his eyes off the young girl. he moved frantically now as he got up from his seat and made his way towards the play structures, but still there was still no sight of her. moving to look on the bricked walkways that wove around the park, his eyes darted from path to path.

luckily there she was, crouched down and petting a rather fluffy looking dog. setting off in a jog, his sister must have sensed him coming towards her as she waved and held a bright smile on her face.

“look rin! isn’t this puppy so cute,” she squealed as soon as he came into ear shot. the dog was quick to lick her face as giggles escaped her throat.

his chest heaved a bit before spitting out words of worry. “don’t run off like that, alright? scared the shit out of me.” she nodded, not really taking in his concern and continuing to pet the dog.

“what’s it’s name again?” the young girl asked looking up at you.

“cupid,” you spoke sweetly.

“cupid! that’s so cute! right, rin?”

suna wasn’t one to ignore his sister, but he didn’t expect to be face to face with the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. your eyes seemed to shine with the beams of sun that escaped through the trees at the park and your face held a pretty smile that captivated his eyes.

“hello? rin!” his sister bounced in front of him as a way of getting his attention back to her.

“what? sorry.”

“cupid! the dog’s name is cupid!” her squeals made you laugh a bit; most kids had a similar reaction when meeting the little dog. “i love ‘em! can we keep it, rin?”

suna scratched his head at her request, his eyes finally meeting you for the first time. “no, i don’t think we can. this dog belongs to,” he trailed off, looking at you to fill in the blank.

“y/n,” you said. god, did your name have to be pretty too? suna thinks he might have a heart attack.

“cupid belongs to y/n. so why don’t you say thank you and we can go get that ice cream, huh?” the young girl nodded rapidly at his words and shot up to cling onto his left arm. the dog seemed to have a similar idea as it started to tug you down the opposite way of where suna was heading.

was this it? this was all the time that he was going to get with you? it seemed so as it was getting harder and harder to ignore the tugging that came from both his sister and your little dog.

“nice meeting you,” you said with a smile and small wave.

“yeah, nice meeting you too,” he copied your actions and soon you were both on your own ways.

***

he couldn’t stop thinking about you. suna knew it was silly because he got to spend all of five minutes with you, but he couldn’t help replaying those five minutes over and over again. the twins must have noticed it too as they had cut back on the teasing once they saw the far off look in his eyes during class and practice.

his blocking seemed more mechanical than ever and everyone could see it. kita tried talking with him, but he just shoved him off. his mom rubbed his back a bit more than usual. atsumu tried to pry and osamu gave him space. no one knew what was wrong and no one knew how to get him out of this slump.

the team was more worried than ever as they had a game today and sure suna was able to block just fine, but he wasn’t communicating with them and it was sure to cause a big problem sooner rather than later. getting out on the court, he fiddled with his hands a bit as atsumu and osamu tried talking to him but they just got empty hums and nods.

“hey!” a familiar voice caught his attention. from across the court next to him, you wore the same small smile and gave him the same small wave.

“y/n?” he murmured as the rest of the boys looked at each other in confusion as he made his way over towards you as you did the same to meet him halfway.

“i didn’t peg you as a volleyball boy,” you teased lightly as his cheeks flushed. “what position do you play, rin?”

his eyes went a bit wide at the name you had called him, but it made sense as that is what his sister had used and he hadn’t really introduced himself when you first met. “uh, middle blocker.” you hummed at this before poking your head out to look at the team that he was supposed to be playing against.

“their setter gets intimidated really easily and if you put enough pressure on him, you can predict his every move,” you told him, voice a bit quieter than before. he hadn't looked away from you, but was a bit shocked at what you had told him. “anyways, good luck! see you in the finals, huh?”

his brows raised at your statement, presumptuous for both his team and yours. nonetheless he nodded and replied, “yeah, good luck to you guys too.” you smiled and were off again to help with the bickering of your team that you’re sure could be heard from all over the gym.

he gets it now. the butterflies and dizziness.

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#this shit is so fucking funny #literally i’m laughing so fucking hard rn #jesus christ LMFAO #🧩.reblogs

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𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮!! 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

all my pieces for haikyu!!

— KARASUNO

sawamura daichi

⤷ coming soon!

sugawara koushi

⤷ coming soon!

tanaka ryunosuke

⤷ coming soon!

kageyama tobio

⤷ coming soon!

tsukishima kei

⤷ coming soon!

yamaguchi tadashi

⤷ coming soon!

hinata shoyo

⤷ coming soon!

— NEKOMA

kuroo tetsurou

⤷ meet cutes

⤷ early morning thoughts

kozume kenma

⤷ sweet dreams

haibi lev

⤷ coming soon!

— AOBA JOHSAI

oikawa tooru

⤷ spring break

iwaizumi hajime

⤷ early morning thoughts

matsukawa issei

⤷ coming soon!

kyoutani kentarou

⤷ coming soon!

— FUKURODANI

bokuto koutarou

⤷ coming soon!

akaashi keiji

⤷ coming soon!

— SHIRATORIZAWA

ushijima wakatoshi

⤷ coming soon!

tendou satori

⤷ coming soon!

goshiki tsutomu

⤷ coming soon!

— DATE TECH

aone takanobu

⤷ coming soon!

koganegawa kanji

⤷ coming soon!

— INARIZAKI

miya osamu

⤷ meet cutes

⤷ my favorite customer

miya atsumu

⤷ coming soon!

suna rintarou

⤷ moments dear to his heart

kita shinsuke

⤷ coming soon!

— ITACHIYAMA

sakusa kiyoomi

⤷ meet cutes

⤷ early morning thoughts

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sweet dreams

fandom: haikyuu!!

summary: an early morning bus ride lets kenma's head run wild with thoughts

pairing: kozume kenma x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: reader lays on kenma's shoulder (if there's something, please tell me!)

quinn speaks: i'm literally in love with this man... the first of many kenma pieces <3

the bus ride to karasuno always seemed much longer than it really was, especially when you had to be in the nekoma parking lot at 6:30 in the morning. sleep was still on your mind as you yawned and hugged the manger’s bag tight to your chest.

soon more and more of the boys started to come, all on different ends of the spectrum when it came to tiredness. lev seemed to have downed a few cups of coffee as he was practically bouncing around and yaku couldn’t be bothered to reprimand him as he could barely keep his head from falling forward in exhaustion. yamamoto was nursing a giant thermos of hot cocoa and sharing it with some of the first and second years. kuroo still had his cheshire cat grin on his face, but his eyes seemed to droop a bit. kenma seemed to stare off into the distance, his gaming console held in one hand and in the other his phone and earbuds.

they were an odd bunch for sure, but you had grown use to it by now.

coach nekomata ushered all of the boys on the bus where he would give a small morning pep talk and ask if they had eaten and such. everyone had settled in eventually and the finally the bus started to move out.

kenma could tell by the fluttering of your eyelashes and the way your lips parted ever so often to take in a deep breath, that you were still tired. how late did you stay up last night? were you watching movies or doing homework?

soon you couldn’t resist just shutting your eyes for a few seconds. then, a few seconds turned into a minute and that one minute turned into five and then ten and so on.

a jerk in the road had made your head land right on kenma’s shoulder. his eyes widened at this and a light blush crept up onto his cheeks. from a few chairs in front of him, he could hear the light snickering of yaku and kuroo which only made his cheeks flush more.

apparently you didn’t mind resting on kenma’s shoulder, because soon your hands came to hold his forearm tightly as you snuggled your nose further into his jacket sleeve. he thinks he might be having a heart attack; his free hand grips the arm rest so tight that his knuckles turn white and the cackling of kuroo was louder than ever.

he couldn’t look at you. no, because surely the way your lips parted slightly or the way your eyebrows crinkled every once in a while or the way your small hands seemed to be holding onto his sleeve for dear life, would drive him insane.

still he couldn’t seem to pull himself away from you, the teasing of his teammates and bumps in the road that seemed to annoy him any other time they took this drive seemed irrelevant now. all that mattered was the way your nose sloped and how cute your cheeks looked squished against him.

so, for now kenma wouldn’t worry about how early in the morning it was or seeing his first year friend in few hours. all he would worry about is how soon he could do something like this again with you.

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my favorite customer

fandom: haikyuu!!

summary: pining from both osamu and reader leads to a blushy exchange of words

pairing: miya osamu x reader

genre: pure fluff

warnings: reader is a university student, but idk if that's anything (if there's something, please tell me!)

quinn speaks: i can't get this concept of osamu falling for a frequent customer out of my head!

from the first time you walked into onigiri miya, osamu knew there was something special about you. maybe it was the way you carried yourself. maybe it was the way that you were sweet to all his workers, all of them receiving a small smile from you and “thank you”. maybe it was the way you asked him how his day was going, completely unprompted as it seemed you just did this out of the kindness of your heart. he could list a million different reasons as to why you seemed special, but he could never pinpoint which one fit the best.

over time, osamu had gotten to know you quite well. he knew what you majored in, he knew what sports you played in your free time, he knew what type of concerts you liked to go to, he knew about your family dog. all in all, it was unlike any other relationship he had ever had with a customer.

but you were so nice and friendly, practically luring him in with your sweet smile and pretty laugh. his workers had noticed it too as they all seemed to never need anything from the man as soon as you walked into the shop; all of them would whisper and make bets behind his back about when you two would finally get together. they weren’t even sure if he knew how he looked at you and how he seemed more gentle with you or how you lit up anytime he would tell you tidbits about his life and how you seemed to focus on his hands and arms as he made the onigiri right in front of you. god, they hoped he noticed soon because it was getting painful to watch.

“the usual?” he asked with a small smile on his face.

you nodded and matched his expression. “is it bad that i have a usual?” you asked aloud as osamu just chuckled.

“no, it just means you like the place.”

“well it is my favorite food spot in the city,” you admitted. osamu’s breath felt like it had been knocked out of him as you said those words. sure you got food here a lot and sure you ordered the same thing every time and sure osamu got a bit giddy each time he saw you enter, but he’d never think that it’d be your favorite.

“well,” he started, “you're my favorite customer.” your cheeks flushed a light pink color at this and you quickly began to fidget with your fingers, but while this happened osamu’s back was facing you as he got out various ingredients. in turn, he missed the way you anxiously moved around and blushed at his words.

after that, you both began to talk again just like normal. you told him about your classes while he told you about how he had played volleyball with some of his friends during his break today. it was painfully the same old, same old and you had to admit you were growing needy for more from the man in front of you. so, as osamu handed you the receipt to sign you decided to use a bit more ink than intended and then you were off with a smile and wave.

just as he was about to stick your receipt on the spike, he furrowed his brows. your signature looked a bit different this time, it was longer and had numbers along with a cute smiley face and a heart. osamu bit his lip and pocketed the receipt as his workers exchanged smiles and money at the sight.

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early morning thoughts

fandom: haikyuu!!

summary: some early morning thoughts from the boys

pairing: sakusa kiyoomi x reader, kuroo tetsurou x reader, iwaizumi hajime x reader

genre: fluff (hajime's has the slightest bit of angst)

warnings: mentions of tummies, reader in their underwear, self loathing thoughs (on hajime's part), and reader lays on top of hajime (if there's something, please tell me!)

quinn speaks: just some thoughts that were swimming around my head this morning

sakusa’s arm was slung around your waist and his face was buried in between your shoulder blades. your legs were tangled together with his, making it near impossible to shift around in the bed too much without waking the other.

but, sakusa didn’t mind the position he was in. his hand slid underneath your shirt just enough so that his fingers could graze the warm skin of your tummy. inhaling deeply before trying to drift back off to sleep, he caught a whiff of your fruity shampoo and conditioner. the same shampoo and conditioner he kept extras of in his apartment for when you were over and needed to shower.

although as time went on, he found himself using it more often than not. especially when you were away or didn’t have enough time in your busy schedule to spend quality time with sakusa. he also found himself bringing them with him, rather than his regular shampoo and conditioner, on away games that forced him to be away from you for however long.

the shirt you were wearing was his and sakusa could tell by the way it hung on your sleeping figure. usually you would wear little pajama shorts or comfy plaid pants to sleep in as well, but as the weather began to get warmer, you found yourself opting for just his shirt and some underwear.

although he promised himself that he would sleep in on his day off, sakusa couldn’t tear his gaze away from your sleeping figure. the room was still dark, sunshine wanting to peek through the blinds, but nonetheless he could see your face as clear as ever.

mouth opened slightly, hair a mess on the pillow, and fluttering eyes. the last one was a sure fire way to know that you were close to consciousness, so sakusa buried himself in your shoulder blades once more and hoped that you would continue to cuddle him even in your waking hours.

your hand was laying flat against kuroo's chest as your head rested next to it only a few inches away. one of kuroo’s arms wrapped around your shoulders and the other was lightly placed on the one that rested on his chest. stirring lightly, he awoke to the sight of you snuggled up to him tightly. it was one of his favorite sights.

ever since you moved in, he was able to see this practically every morning and the only time this wasn’t the case is when you awoke before him. but this time he was met with your warm and still so sleepy gaze.

it was his turn to trace your features; fingers lightly moving across your eyebrows and then down to your nose and after that your lips. at this, you twitched your nose ever so fast as the movements reminded kuroo of a small bunny. still, he continued to trace over and over again until you really started to stir and it was only then that kuroo decided to back off and let you get back into your deep sleeping state so that he could continue to admire you in the early morning glow.

kuroo would have to get up soon. it was his least favorite part about the mornings; leaving your side and the warm bed that was oh so inviting. sometimes you would whine in your sleep, unconsciously looking for kuroo, only satisfied when he would push a pillow into your grasp and then you would cling onto it before settling into your slumber again. those moments killed him the most.

but soon his alarm rang and he was quick to shut it off before it could disturb you. no matter what, kuroo would always kiss you before leaving in his button down, tie, slacks, and shiny shoes. it didn’t matter where, because no matter what, you would always smile lightly in your sleep at the small action.

your face laid squished down on iwaizumi’s bare chest. your body was practically thrown over him during slumber. iwaizumi didn’t really mind as it was still comfortable for him; his arms coming around your figure and resting right on your lower back as his chin touched the top of your head.

iwaizumi could feel you breathing in and out, it was slow and gentle, similar to waves that would pull and push the water of the ocean. everything about you could be compared to a beauty only found in nature, iwaizumi thought. but for now, he would just focus on your breaths. matching your breathing pattern was something that iwaizumi did without even noticing anymore; he would do it when hugging you for a long time, when your back would press against his chest while watching movies on the couch, and just like moments like these whether it be that he is trying to fall asleep or waking up.

sleepovers had been one of his favorite things about being in a relationship with you. when he was a kid, sleepovers always meant cleaning before his friends would come over and then it would be chaos as the group of aoba johsai boys would make a mess of everything he had just done. he didn’t mind it, but sleepovers with you were much nicer.

some of your things were around his apartment already and you came over so often, he didn’t really have time to tidy everything up and you didn’t seem to mind one bit. once you told iwaizumi that his apartment needs to look lived in, not like something out of a housing magazine you would find in the bathroom at your parents' house.

he liked that about you. you always were able to look at something and find the little beauties about it. after he heard you say that, he didn’t bother trying to frantically clean anytime you asked to come over, rather he opted to just do a few chores here and there.

the longer your relationship continued, the more frequent sleepovers were. iwaizumi wanted to ask you if you wanted to just move in already, but held off. fearing that you would say no to him or laugh in his face. he knew deep down that you were far too nice to do that, but he couldn’t help but worry.

more icky thoughts clouded his head as the sun rose higher and higher, but soon your fist tugged at his shirt as you stirred around in your sleep. It was almost like you could sense the dread that iwaizumi was experiencing. this small action reminded him that you were his just as much as he was yours, so closing his eyes once more, he joined you back in slumber with a contempt feeling in his heart.

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happy birthday iwaizumi hajime! » 「10.06」

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when the sky is a certain color and you’re outside and your entire being aches

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