#um the only warning is you get hit with a volleyball in this LOL

[warmau]

Highschool!AU Jaemin

find college!nct (here) & hs!haechan (here) | hs!jeno (here) | hs!jisung (here) | hs!renjun (here)

favorite subject: biology 

least favorite subject: art 

voted most likely to: make the world a better place

jaemin is the highschool student everyone already knows is going to do super well in life

like it’s highschool - no one knows anything about their future

but everyone is in agreement that jaemin? he’s going to go FAR,,,,,,

maybe he’ll be a doctor like his parents are hoping for,,,,

maybe he’ll be an idol - he definitely has the looks for it,,,,, 

maybe he’ll just cure some horrible disease with one smile because WOW does he have the power to do it

jeno and jaemin are usually praised as the ‘silent, handsome’ princely types by their underclassmen fans

haechan always snorts and claims that jeno and jaemin are just hiding it - when they all hang out they’re just annoying and weird like the rest of us 

renjun just coughs like ‘jealous much?’

haechan: say it to my face

jaemin, ever the peace maker: let’s all just calm down. i heard mark is coming back to visit from college soon

he definitely likes school more than other people,,,,

he’s always having fun in bio lab and is actually pretty good at math

lots of people want to be tutored by him and jaemin does his best (haechan has been trying to get him to make a business out of it)

but also,,,,sometimes he’s just too nice to say no

and ends up having to rush his own work

he’s also super sporty, part of the volleyball and track team

no one knows how he makes the time for it

has super cute clumsy moments though,,,,,like when he wore his volleyball uniform inside out

or spilled jeno’s paints all over the floor

but everyone forgives him because how can you not,,,,,,,

he looks and acts like an angel

and you know jaemin by association, you had bio lab with him and renjun and it was,,,,

a lot to say the least

but other than those occasional times in class - you aren’t all that close

to be honest,,,you admire him like alot

because he seems so put together

and like everyone else, it’s a hint of jealousy because you wish you could be like him,,,,,,,,

which is what you’re thinking about,,,,,,ironically in gym one morning

and you guys are playing volleyball which you know people are either REALLY excited about or REALLY dreading it

and you don’t even remember which side of the spectrum you’re on because,,,

you see jaemin

and he’s in his uniform, laughing at something a grumpy looking haechan is saying 

you look down when you think he moves his head and try to do something with your feet

hoping he doesn’t think you’re weird for staring

or that he just didn’t see all together 

so as you shuffle to the other end ,,,, you don’t expect the ball that’s been spiked your way

and when it collides with your head you jerk and slip backwards

falling to the hard gym floor with a loud, embarrassing thud

you hear sneakers against the floor

a circle of students forms around you, but they’re blurry

“o-ow?”

you mumble, the pain stating to throb where the ball hit

and you hear someones voice go

“i am so sorry, im going to get you to the nurse! just close your eyes-”

their cool hand touches your forehead and you do as they say

you don’t even try to sneak a peek at who this mystery person is

the pain gets worse

and before you know it,,,,you’re out cold

the nurse is hovering above you when you finally wake up

she’s standing there with an annoyed look on her face and you hear a voice behind her

“they woke up!”

“i can see that, now sit down and wait.”

you try to move but the nurse shakes her pen at you

“does it hurt, can you see my hand - wait how many fingers do i have up?”

you look at the three fingers and murmur the answer there’s a small tinge of pain but it’s not too bad

the nurse scribbles something down and then leaves

revealing the person sitting behind her

jaemin? why is he here?

jaemin shoots up from his seat, coming over to you 

he’s still in his uniform and his big, dark eyes are overcast with worry

he touches the side of your hand, 

“are you ok? im the worst person in the world for doing this to you,,,”

you gape

“i- wha-”

“i spiked too hard because haechan distracted me and im sorry the ball hit you i wouldn’t do that on purpose - seriously i owe you, i didn’t mean to hurt you-”

he’s talking a mile a minute and you’re still not really getting it 

to be honest he’s making the pain worse

and when you flinch a bit,,,,jaemin instantly looks devastated all over again

“oh god i need to stop, im sorry - i just want you to know id never intentionally hurt you.”

you try to put forth your best smile 

“i know, it’s ok jaemin,,,,,”

the truth is you don’t know what is even going on ,,,,, 

but what you can tell in your haziness is that you want jaemin to be the smiling, angelic boy he always is

this side of him all messy stuttering and anguished eyes,,,,,it’s not him,,,,,,

jaemin seems to relax a bit and the nurse comes back before he can say much else

she shoos him back to class and tells you that you’d better just rest for the afternoon

the next day the pain in your head is pretty much gone,,,,,,

your friends are all worried but they’re also all kind of humored by the thought of you getting randomly hit by a volleyball

but it turns out it’s not random

not when haechan walks by and nudges jaemin like

“you hit them with your volleyball jaemin,,,,,you should be happy they’re not SUEING you”

you blink, confused and one of your friends gasped

“it was jaemin who threw it? but he’s so nice,,,”

you turn to them before jaemin can hear

“it was an accident! he didn’t mean it!”

you really dont want to pin this on jaemin,,,,

you know just from seeing him yesterday that he’s probably still beating himself up about it

and you’re right 

he is

jaemin finds you at your locker and purposes doing your homework for a week as an apology

you decline and at lunch he asks if you’d like for him to carry your books instead

you decline again but jaemin sees you during fifth period and asks if maybe you want him to buy you an expensive dinner

you don’t know any other polite ways to say ‘no thank you - hitting me in the head with your volleyball isn’t such a big deal’

so you just tell jaemin it’s fine it really is fine

but,,,,,he can’t let it go

you can see the way he’s clenching his gym bag and looking at you 

so you finally give in

“you can ,,,,,, win the next volleyball game for me and for the school.”

he straightens up a bit

“that’s,,,,,,i can do that but that’s really not how i should pay you ba-”

“jaemin, just win. win the game for me. that’s what will make me happy.”

you smile and you don’t know it but jaemin feels something bloom within the depths of his chest

you could have used this opportunity to make him do some outrageous favor and yet here you were being selfless,,,,

asking him to just win a game 

“i really didn’t mean to hit you with my volleyball,,,,”

you clutch your books to your chest and let out a small sigh

“jaemin i know, i know you didn’t. so stop wasting your time and go win that game and we’ll be even. ok?”

you mindlessly reach out to touch his arm encouragingly

leaving to get to a club meeting 

jaemin turns slowly, but you’re already down the hall and just a speck around the corner

he remembers seeing you in the nurses office, passed out

how he’d dreaded the fact that he’d hurt someone 

but what made it worse, the absolute worse was that it was you

haechan and chenle had waited for him when he got out of the office and haechan had shook his head

“you literally just hit your crush with a volleyball,,,,jaemin you have the worst luck in the world.”

chenle had shrugged, “for the first time haechan is totally right.”

jaemin did have the worst luck,,,,,,,but he was sure he had great taste in people

afterall he’d liked you since high school started and you’d only proven to be such a,,,,good person

jaemin shifts his bag on his shoulders

he’ll win this game,,,,for you,,,,,,and,,,,,,so he can finally do something he’s wanted to do for a while

the volleyball game is the most buzzed about topic at school the day of

everyone is going to go because your schools is facing another school for a chance for the province playoffs

usually,,,,you wouldn’t even think of going - but your friends are all interested and plus 

for some reason,,,you had a note stuck to the front of your locker that read

‘you can’t miss the game today!’ - jaemin’

so,,,,,,,when you got there after classes pilling into the bleachers with the rest of the student body you felt,,,,jsut a bit nervous

your schools team came out first 

jaemin looked absolutely perfect with his hair pulled back in the band, the uniform just slightly baggy on his lean frame

for a second you caught his eye,,,,,,,he smiled and you felt a thump in your chest that reached your ears

gosh,,,he really was so cute,,,,,

the game was intense, everyone was on the edge of their seats but luckily

your school pulled through and the whole team rallied around each other

jaemin was sweaty, tired, and still he threw himself into the team hug but then - just as the coach came out to make a speech about how playoffs were the next step 

jaemin pointed out into the crowd

everyone feel silent

“this win is for -” 

your name rung through the gym

and everyone turned to look at you 

jaemin didn’t seem to care about the awkward, shocked air 

as he ran up the stairs in the bleachers and tugged you out of your seat

“jaemin?!??!?!”

you start, frantic and feeling your entire body heat up with everyones eyes on you

but jaemin just shakes his head

“everyone needs to know that-”

you expect he’s going to say ‘that i didnt mean to hurt you!’ or whatever 

but instead he goes “that i like you,,,,,,will you go out with me?”

the entire gym erupts into whispers and ‘ohs!’ and then applause

and you’re pretty sure this is just /too/ dramatic of a way to confess

and you didn’t think jaemin had it in him

and yet here you are

in his arms after a winning volleyball game and he just asked you out in front of the WHOLE school

before you can even mutter an answer the coach clears his throat

“na jaemin get down here immediately!”

he calls and jaemin lets go of you to rush down the steps

the coach scolds him till finishing his speech about playoffs,,,,but everyone (even the teachers) are way more invested in you and jaemin

by some miracle,,,,as everyone is leaving the gym you get pulled aside by chenle

who tells you that jaemin’s waiting on the opposite side of the school for your answer

you get there,,,,the sky's already dark and you can see jaemin’s silhouette against the side of the school

his gym bag over his shoulder, his hair slightly a mess from the game (and from the millions of times he’s run his hand through it with nervousness)

“hey,,,”

you wave as you approach,,,feeling awkward and nervous yourself

jaemin perks up, but you can hear his voice is shaking a little. his confidence high from winning the game must have come down

and you can tell because he chuckles and goes “sorry for making a scene,,,,”

“it’s ok,,,it’s just,,,,,are you really interested in dating me - this isnt another one of your ways of saying sorry?”

you see jaemin’s shoulders kind of fall

his frown hurts more than anything else in the world

“no,,,it’s not,,,,how could you think id do that? do i seem like such a bad person,,,”

“nO!!! no,,,i just want to be sure,,,,,”

it’s silent for a moment but then jaemin steps forward

he touches the side of your head, there’s a small bruise you’ve tried to cover up to no avail where the ball hit

and he leans in a bit to kiss the spot beside it

“i do really like you, and i do feel bad for ,,,,, you know,,,,, but i hope you can still give me a chance,,,”

you nod slowly and jaemin’s eyes twinkle with their usual happiness

but then you add, “jaemin,,,,,the whole gym confession was a little dramatic,,,,”

he goes red and grips his bag

“i know, i know winning just got me into this mood and i promise not to embarrass you like that again,,,,not as your boyfriend.”

the word boyfriend makes the inside of your heart flip 

and jaemin slips his free hand into yours

“let me take you home~” he proposes

and before you can even fully register it,,,,,you realize you’re dating the one and only jaemin

and of course the next day everyone gathers around you to know what happened

but you don’t even have to say much

because jaemin turns the hall and the moment he sees you

it’s like he’s seen the warm sun come out

because he drops his conversation with his friends and rushes over to you

“when’s your free period?”

he asks, excited and you tell him ,,, still surprised by how fast he got over to you 

and jaemin just grins like “me too! let’s go get snacks together!”

chenle: are we invited?”

renjun: no, it’s a date DUH

everyone gasping: A DATE? 

speaking of dates,,,the thing about dating jaemin is that it never stops feeling like pure puppy love

because jaemin’s personality is pure and honest

he likes you for the sweetest reasons, he thinks you’re the most beautiful person in school but not just based on your looks

like there’s something about jaemin that lets him attract the good in people

and he knows that you are,,,,one of those rare good people who he’s ready to give his whole heart too

even though he’s still young an might think that giving your whole heart is sharing ice cream at 7/11 during your free periods

and spending hours in the library ‘studying’ but in reality you’re just doodling funny things on the same piece of paper and getting hushed for laughing by the library TA

and falling asleep on your shoulder as you take the bus home

but don’t get me wrong,,,,jaemin knows hosw serious loving someone is too

he knows the importance of being there for each other

from simple things like when you come to cheer him on at his games and jaemin feels this burst of energt just from seeing your smile

to serious things like applying to colleges together or talking about family issues together

 when you call him and your voice shakes on the phone because the future scar you,,,growing up scares you

and jaemin’s voice,,,like calm music assures you that the future is bright and that he will be there with you for any steps you want to take

“people always say that ill make it,,,that i sure to be someone or something - but im scared too. im scared like you are, but ill hold your hand no matter what. let’s be scared and brave together!”

god,,,that’s corny but jaemin would totally say that and in the moment you’d probably cry because your bf is the best,,,

jaemin’s volleyball team wins playoffs and as a gift the coach gets them jackets with their names on it

and jaein’s first thought is “im going to give this to my s/o”

and he does,,,,

you wear it sometimes to school and everyone is like so cute!!!

haechan: this is it’s own level of pda

jaemin: heY ,,,,,we don’t even kiss in front of strangers we wouldn’t kiss in front of you guys either

and it’s true tbh you know that jaemin like is shy about those kind of thigns

but it’s fine,,,you get enough kisses from him when no one is looking

and you kiss him too,,,which always makes jaemin get blushy (his ears turn firey red)

there’s this cute thing jaemin does and that’s he opens his mouth just a bit when he’s in deep thought

so just for fun you’ll poke his cheek and make him snap out if it and ur like babe a fly will go in if u dont close your mouth

and he always goes no it wont!!! but then he’s like,,,,,what if it does will you give me cpr if i choke

and ur like hkgdfljs ill do my best

but also jaemin and you having a horror movie night and he’s doing the open mouth thing and you’re like,,,,,jaemin,,,,jaemin there’s a fly on your lip

and he gets so scared he like throws all the blankets off you

and ur like no no im joking and he’s like i almost had a heartATTACk

jaemin’s favorite phrase when you do anything teasing is “don’t be mean like haechan.”

jaemin likes chocolate but sometimes you know how he can get when he has too much energy (the gym confession ahem) so ur like u have to stop him

sometimes you have to steer him out of the candy aisle before school

he doesn’t get injured a lot but he does love sports and nature so he’ll sometimes get a little hurt and you’re like worried and he’s like it’s ok

and you’re like don’t telll me it’s ok,,,you’re the oen who wanted to flip the world on it’s side when you hit me by accident with the vollebyall

and jaemin’s just like plEASE stop,,bringing it up,,,

but it is the story of how you two like became a couple

which people think is oddly charming

jaemin wins a really big game another time and you forget his shyness and kiss him right on the lips after the game ends

and jaemin is like aHHH,,,ahHH,,, ,aHH,,, s,,,sorry everyone!!!

but the whole team is like GET IT

and you’re like sorry jaemin i couldnt help myself im just proud and love you so much

and jaemin is like ok,,,ill let you off because you’re so freaking cute - sorry i didnt mean to say freaking

long story short he’s adorable 

#nct scenarios #nct dream scenarios #nct imagines #nct dream imagines #jaemin imagines #jaemin scenarios #sfw #nct au #nct dream au #nct #nct dream #na jaemin #um the only warning is you get hit with a volleyball in this LOL

[pies-writes-and-more]

Haikyuu boys and wearing their clothes

Characters: Asahi Azumane, Kageyama Tobio, Sugawara Koushi, Tsukishima Kei, Bokuto Kotaro, Ushijima Wakatoshi, all with a gender-neutral reader :) (let me know if I missed a pronoun change or made something too femme! I very much so did not proof read this lol)

Warnings: Probably some swearing

A/N: This might be an overdone topic but I love it so much soooooo no regrets :) Let me know if you’d like more!

Asahi literally carries a picture of you in his phone case because he loves you in his clothes so much. He also has a pic of you wearing his hoodie as his wallpaper, and another printed pic of you framed in his room. I don’t care what size you are, his sweaters still manage to feel gigantic on you. It is like a hug FOREVER. 

He literally could not care less that his closet is slowly growing smaller because it means that he gets to see you in his clothes. Eventually, you’ll carry them all back to him in a bag so that he can make them smell like him again. But this is his favourite part, because now his favourite items smell like you. 

Daydreaming in class? Thinking of you wearing the sweater he has on. 

Gets smacked by a volleyball during practice? It’s cause the smell of you is still on his jersey. 

This man trips over his own two feet cause he’s trying to find you in the halls and you wave at him wearing his volleyball jacket ”So that’s where that went. I thought I forgot it somewhere...”

The two of you would trade sweaters before he went on any overnight trips and you’d send him snapchats of you cuddling with the sweater over a pillow or just you snuggled in bed with it on. He’d screenshot all of them, regardless of if you thought you looked good. 

He has an album of you. He will never delete them because they’re all precious.

His teammates have accidentally caught him looking through it before a game because it really de-stressed him if you weren’t able to attend the game in person (though you made it to most of them). Tanaka would burst into tears over not being able to have a significant other with cute photos of and would make Asahi promise to always treat you right. And Asahi would just stare at your photos with his cute little smile and obviously promise because his least favourite thing in the world is seeing you sad.

(Look at how cute he is omg)

Kageyama is confused when you ask to wear his sweater. You probably did it at a time that made some sort of sense. Like it was late at night and you were studying in the gym while Hinata and him were practicing. 

The cool breeze into the gym made you shiver a little and you noticed that his sweater was just sitting there on the ground so when he came over to grab some water you just looked up at him with your signature puppy eyes. “Can I wear it?”

“Why?”

“Oi, stupid head. They’re probably cold!” 

It would probably annoy him so much that Hinata figured it out before him. He’d kneel down and help you put it on, pulling it over your head and giving you a little smile cause you looked so damn cute in his sweater. 

But now that you’ve started wearing his things, he’s still very confused as to why you ask for them. “Should we go shopping?” He’d ask you randomly on a weekend when there was no volleyball practice. And you’d just stare at him because why would Kageyama want to stand somewhere that wasn’t a gym. “Aren’t you running out of clothes to wear or something?”

It would take a while and some conversations before you realized he was asking cause you had like 3 hoodies, a t-shirt, and some track pants in your room that were very much so his. “I just like having a piece of you with me,” you’d explain. He would have to think it over but he was very happy with this idea.

There’s only one shirt you’re not allowed to take and it’s this cute little graphic tee you got him for his birthday that has a nice drawing of a milk carton on it. He loves it. He will kill anyone that laughs at it. And no, you cannot wear it because if you’re wearing, what is he supposed to wear.

Sugawara and you regularly switch clothes because this man gives no fucks for your gender roles thank you very much. He shows up to practice one day wearing a dark pinkish basic, or some floral print shirt that you had in your closet and the boys are like “um Suga what are you wearing?”

And he’s probably just like “it’s call fashion, look it up.” (Like Suga sweetie, it’s just a shirt lol)

If you own any tighter pants like yoga pants or leggings? Suga has worn them because his legs and ass look great in them and he will strut around fully confident with that knowledge.

Honestly, he probably steals your sweaters more than you realize. You guys are baking at his house one day and you’ve made a mESS of your clothes and he’s just like oh it’s okay I’ll get you some new clothes.

And you’re expecting this cute little pj set that he has that might fit you or some comfy clothes that he’s lending you. No. He legitimately has some of your clothes and gives them to you and you’re just like.... “Suga I’ve been looking for this shirt for weeks. I even asked you about it.”

And he is suddenly deaf, little shithead.

He likes you in any clothes but they have to be his comfy clothes or he will set that shit on fire. Ennoshita once offered you his gloves because it was fricken cold out and you forgot yours at home and Suga literally threw him across the road and was like “hello angel I have gloves for you”.

You’re just like “um... Ennoshita are you okay?” Boy probably has a concussion and Suga’s just like “who’s Ennoshita?”

Tsukishima will kill you if he finds you raiding his closet. Like if he walks into his room when you two are supposed to be studying and you’re just casually picking out a sweater, he will throw you on the bed and tickle you until you call for mercy.

Will he offer his clothes to you if you’re in need of something? Most of the time, yes. But you have to ask. No stealing allowed in this household.

Except one night you stayed over and totally forgot a night shirt. Tsukishima is already like half asleep because he woke up way too early for practice that morning, so you just sneak into his drawers and pull out the first shirt you can. You can’t even see what it has on it cause it’s fucking dark. Then you crawl into bed with him, figuring you’ll accept your punishment for stealing tomorrow.

And when he wakes up, you best believe he was annoyed. First off, who plans to stay over and doesn’t bring a shirt? Stupid, can’t you remember anything? But then he realizes, you grabbed this cute little dino graphic shirt and his face is RED. Pasty boi so bright, he might as well be Hinata’s hair. And he’s desperately trying to get out of the bed and run to the bathroom before you wake up because holy fuck you’re PRECIOUS?

But all of his squirming just wakes you up and you see him all flustered, and just assume he’s mad and you’re like I’m so sorry I just didn’t have anything else and was stupid and forgot. And he just hits you (lovingly) on the head, mutters some sort of insult, and moves on.

From then on, that is your designated shirt. It’s a comfort item almost. He’ll only really wear it when he has to be away from town overnight, in which case he’ll wear it as a reminder of you (he won’t admit to it but you tried to take the shirt as a keepsake for while he was gone and he only had a heart attack. Tsukishima Kei does not believe in lucky charms. But he has yet to lose a game when he wears that shirt the night before).

Bokuto has been WAITING for you to wear something of his, but you haven’t yet. And it’s been stressful. He keeps trying to find a good excuse to see you in his clothes but you’re always too well-prepared.

“It’s kinda chilly out, Y/N, want my sweater??”

“I brought one, don’t worry!”

-.- *cue owl boi pouts*

And he doesn’t want you to wear something of his just because he asked. He wants to you want to wear his things. So he just waits. And pouts. And waits some more.

The day finally came when he was least expecting it. The gym that his game was in was freezing and you couldn’t imagine why. Most of the gyms they had played before in were pretty standard temperature but you were going to die if you stayed in the clothes you came in.

You had snuck onto the court while the boys were stretching, Akaashi smacking Bokuto in the head and interrupting his hype session to help him notice you.

“You wouldn’t happen to have a sweater with you, would you? It’s freezing!”

His eyes would widen. The day has finally arrived. He would finally get to see you in his clothes!!!!

But of course he has no sweater because he had not planned on needing one. Cue more sulking. Of course Akaashi comes over and offers his sweater and Bokuto almost bites his hand off.

“Well offer her your jacket then, idiot.” Akaashi just needs this man to hold off pouting till later. 

Bokuto’s jacket just looked so perfect on you and it was a nice way to keep warm. You cheered him on during the games and after some jaw-dropping move of his, he would turn to your direction and send you a kiss. Embarrassing? A little. But he was such a cutie, how could you deny his air kiss?

Wearing his clothes became more common after that and he will literally bring you his whole closet so you can pick your favourites.

Ushijima didn’t even wait for you to ask to give you his clothes. He probably folded up his hoodie or jacket for you before a game and placed it awkwardly on your lap or in your arms and you’re just like um... do you want me to put this away for you or?

“Would you wear it for me?” How can you say no??? His cheeks are just slightly going red and he’s avoiding your eyes a bit so of course you have to wear it.

Ushijima thinks you look so nice in his clothes and he really likes how happy you look when he asks you to wear something, so he keeps doing it. That and he knows that sometimes people ask you out during his matches and he likes knowing that they’ll recognize his school colours or his jersey number and at that moment, he will send a calculated glare in their direction. And they will run for the hills, never to bother you again :)

I feel like he’s accidentally shrunk his clothes in the wash before and he just keeps them in a small pile in his room so that you can wear them when you come over. He also buys you proper house slippers that you can wear around his home because he wants you to be as comfy as possible.

Sometimes when you guys are just standing around waiting for a game to start, or if you’re all done eating lunch, he’ll unzip his track jacket and open it up so you can stand there and hug him, and he’ll hug you back with his hands in the pockets so it’s like you’re in the jacket with him (Tendo has definitely zipped it up before and trapped you guys in an awkward hug like stance and he will continue to do this because he thinks it’s hilarious. Has definitely snapped pictures of it and sent it to Ushijima. Ushijima saved it because it was kinda cute).

#azumane asahi x reader #asahi azumane x reader #asahi x reader #asahi x you #asahi x y/n #asahi azumane #kageyama x reader #kageyama tobio x reader #kageyama x you #kageyama x y/n #kageyama tobio #sugawara koushi #sugawara koushi x reader #sugawara x y/n #sugawara x you #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima x you #tsukishima kei #bokuto x reader #bokuto kotaro #bokuto x y/n #bokuto x you #ushijima x reader #ushijima scenarios #ushijima x y/n #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima imagine #hq fluff #hq tsukishima

[xsugarysweetsx]

Hi sweets!! Congrats on your 2k you deserve it! May I request a bokuto x reader. Where the reader and him have been fighting lately and he thinks the reader will break up with him. So he goes into his emo faze longer than any other time and his team mates have to speak with reader about it. And the reader finally has a heart to heart and tells him that she’s pregnant and his mood changes instantly and he calls everyone and tells them lol

A/N: Thank you so much anon!

Warnings; some language; some suggestive themes;

Pleas enjoy~🍰

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“Damn it Kou, just go!“ you scold him locking yourself in the bathroom 

“baby...please don’t be mad. Come on, I still have some time before I have to be at the gym“ Bokuto tried to console you. For some reason you had woken in a normal mood and once you saw him getting ready, you got emotional. You started saying things like he didn’t care for you and tat he always chose volleyball over you. 

None of it was true, he loved you with his entire soul. Just last week you had gotten into a heated argument. Some girls were flirting with him and so you started flirting with Atsumu all while looking at him. It just got him really upset and you both argued for about an hour. The bed was cold because you were so far from him. After about 2 days you made up but then after that your moods had been everywhere.

Just yesterday you were basically annoyed at him because he wanted to cuddle....you loved cuddles! When he gets home later he’s going to sit with you for a serious talk. Communication was always key and he’s keep this relationship afloat!

“*sigh* Y/N I’m not going to force you to talk to me...I’ll see you later alright? I love you baby“ he said as he slowly walked from the door.

He walked down the hall, put on his shoes and left to practice. After the door closes you peek outside to see you were alone. Sighing you come out of the bathroom and walk back to your shared room. You knew being a couple was never easy, everyone had their ups and downs, and eventually things got better. Only for you, things seem to only be going down...

you were pregnant, 2 months to be exact. Worse part was you had no ideas what to do....or how to tell Bokuto...or how he’d react. He had just started the MSBY as a new player along with Hinata, and Atsumu. He was too busy at the moment and it may not be ideal for you both. At the same time you shouldn't have blown up on him like that. Even arguing over small things and it's not fair to him. And all because some of your hormones didn't know how to balance themselves out. Maybe you should tell him... 

When Bokuto enters the gym his teammates could already tell it was one of those days. This was the 4th time. He came in emo mode, with his hair down and his sports lower. He loved his things on the bench and went to warm up. Even though he knew things weren’t going to be good here either.

“Okay you seriously have to talk with her” Atsumu said coming behind him, Hinbata and Sakusa following behind. “What happened this time? Did you go too rough or-”

“No! W-well its not that this time” he said with an embarrassed blush, and yes the last time you both got busy you cried. He always spanked you gently but this time around you cried because it made you feel bad. “We just argued this morning, I think....what if we...break up...“ he said with a pouty face. 

everyone you, especially his teammates and even his coach how much you meant to him. To hear that he was even speculating you might break up even shop them. They always try their best to cheer him up make sure that he knows that your relationship is steady. Either everyone you, especially his teammates and even his coach how much you meant to him. To hear that he was even speculating you might break up even shocked them. 

either they helped him or he would stay depressed, and stay emo mode or his life would fall apart without you. 

“Okay have you forgotten something important? A date? A birthday?“ Atsumu asked 

“Maybe you’re giving her too much attention“ Hinata added

“Maybe she feels sick because you go home sweaty“ Sauksa pointed out

“I don’t know..“ he said in a mopey voice moving himself on to the court and as per usual, he didn’t do as good as he always does. His spikes weren’t as powerful, his spirit wasn’t on the court, and he had a blank stare of o_o.

After a long day of practice it was time for him to head home. On his way home he felt his heart heavy in his chest. Until he passed by a small gift shop. And it hit him in the moment, he wasn't about to let your relationship fall apart. He was going to fix it even if it was just him trying!

He didn’t want to lose you, you're one in a million and he didn't want to let go. He rushed into the store and grabbed only the best. He got a beautiful stuffed teddy bear that held the heart that said ‘I love you’, got a bouquet of your favorite flowers, and a box of chocolates, your favorite ones. He paid for everything and made his way home. 

Hope filled his heart as he knocks on the door waiting for you to open. Opening the door he was met with teary eyes instead of angry ones. You  were in One of his hoodies and your cheeks and nose were all red. He comes in and puts the stuff down and brings you into his arms. 

“Oh baby what’s going on huh? I bought you all these gifts and stuff so I can make things better“ he said rubbing your back trying to sooth your crying.

“But..I was the one..,who was..mean to you!“ you sniff holding on to him. He reaches down picks you up and holds you close, he knew how much you loved to be carried by him. “A-and I’ve been so moody and unfair to you all because I couldn’t tell you that I’m pregnant!”

“...hu?“ what did you just say? Pregnant? Baby?? REALLY?? “You’re...pregnant..”

“U-um yeah...I know it’s not the ideal time but I-I just didn’t know how to tell yo-“

“WE NEED TO CALL EVERYONE! Oh we need to buy them stuff- Oh we need a bigger place to love in!!“

“Wait...so you’re not upset?“ you ask still in his hold 

“Why would I be mad when the woman of my dreams is carrying my child? Now I have two people to love in my life“ he said with a beaming smile he brought you down lower so he could peck your lips in a quick but loving kiss “Thank you for this”

“Oh Kou, I don’t deserve you“

<>

11:02 PM

“mm hello?“ Astumu answered in a sleepy state 

“I’M GOING TO BE A DAD!!!“

“ITS 11 AT NIGHT BO! COULDN’T YOU TELL ME TOMORROW?!“

“NO!”

And yes he did this all the way up until 1 am...

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I hope this was okay!❤️

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[ahtsumu]

the mystery of love ; kuroo tetsurou

pairing: kuroo tetsurou x f!reader

synopsis: kuroo tetsurou does not believe in soulmates. he believes in science, himself, and sometimes other people. but that doesn’t mean he can’t believe in love.

tag(s): sweet summer lovin’, friends to lovers, inspired by call my by your name, university student!kuroo tetsurou, lab intern!kuroo tetsurou, so much pining lol, fluff, angst, slow burn ; warning(s): profanity, mentions of alcohol ingestion (it’s legal bc they’re in italy!), suggestive themes ; wc: 4.8k

a/n: happy birthday tetsu!! i hope you guys like this. i really enjoyed writing it ♡

Kuroo Tetsurou does not believe in soulmates. He believes in science, himself, and sometimes other people. At least, that’s what he tells you. Sometimes you treat this information as a source of hope; other times, you’re not sure what to make of it.

This, you realise with his shoulder pressed against yours and both your bodies sprawled across his wrinkled bed sheets, is one of those other times. You turn your face to look at his.

“What?” he asks, one side of his mouth curling up in a smile.

For a moment, you wonder what would happen if you just said it. You could blame the alcohol. Get away with it scot-free. While you mull the option over in the dead silence of his room, your brain suddenly registers the music still playing from the living room. The low bass reverberating through the walls. How close your lips are. The sound of his breaths.

“Earth to Y/N?”

And like that, the little what-if that rose in your mind falls back with its tail between its legs. You bite your lip, look around his room like the walls have a script printed on them. Unfortunately, they do not.

“I was just thinking about my shirt.” It’s not great, but it’s the best you can do while still feeling the vodka and orange juice burn in your stomach. And smelling it on yourself.

Kuroo’s laugh booms through the room and you can’t help but giggle along with him. “I said I was sorry!” he says, hazel eyes twinkling with mirth. He pauses and glances at his closet, then nods his head in its direction. “Take a hoodie. Your pick.”

A smile–– one you try to downplay but fail miserably to–– creeps up your face. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Kuroo replies. “You can also shower here if you want. It's the least I can do after spilling my drink all over you.”

When you emerge from Kuroo’s bathroom in one of his thinner hoodies, a lot soberer and drying your hair, he’s not on the bed anymore. Quietly, you step out of his room and look for him through the house. People are crashed everywhere–– on the sofa, over the kitchen counter, even propped up against walls. The floor is covered with plastic cups and mysterious pools of liquid. Wrinkling your nose, you try your best to step around the messes, looking in every corner in the house for the raven-haired boy.

You find him back in his room, actually. He’s back on his bed scrolling through his phone, the light illuminating his sharp features. When he hears you close the door behind you, he looks up, eyes immediately zeroing in on the black hoodie over your torso. The corner of his mouth twitches up.

“Where’d you go?” you both ask at the same time. He chuckles; you grin. Crawling back onto the bed, you tell him to go first.

“I went around to make sure nothing’s broken,” he explains. “Perks of being the only sober intern in the house, I guess.”

A beat passes.

This house is rented. You forgot about that. All his expenses are paid for by your mother’s lab. You forgot about that. He fits in your world so well, like maybe he’s always had a spot there, that you forgot that Kuroo Tetsurou is only here for the summer.

“Right.”

Kuroo raises a brow. “And you?”

“I went to look for you.”

He smiles and holds his hands out like a magician at the end of a trick. “Well, you found me.”

“Yeah,” you muse. “I guess I did.” Aren’t you lucky.

With that, something shifts in the air. A contemplative expression crosses Kuroo’s face. Maybe he’s realised how his words come out sometimes. Kuroo often says things that sound like they have more than one meaning and it used to throw you off, but now you just go with it. You’ve even picked up that habit yourself. “Do you ever wish that you’d met someone earlier? Maybe under different circumstances?” he asks.

Sighing, you fall back against his mattress and stare up at the ceiling. Telling the truth feels easier when you can’t see him. “Yeah. All the time.” A few seconds pass. “Do you think we would’ve been friends if we went to the same college?”

He also lies down. You’re both back in the same positions you were in an hour ago, but something’s changed. “No,” he admits. You’re not surprised–– that’s what you’d expected. “I’d be a junior and you’d be a freshman. We probably would’ve never met. And even if we had, I wouldn’t be caught dead hanging out with a… freshie.” He chuckles softly at the end. “And look at me now,” he adds softly, more to himself than you. You look over at his face. A contemplative smile rests on his lips.

That urge to just say it returns.

“Kuroo, I think––”

“You’re my favourite p–– oh, my bad. You first.”

And it goes away again.

“Um, uh,” you stutter, “how long do you have left here?”

Kuroo raises his brows. “On this planet? Hopefully a while, Y/N.” He sees your unamused expression and drops the front. “Three more weeks.”

Your eyes widen. Eight weeks have already passed. Blood rushes to your ears. Eight entire weeks have already passed, meaning that in three weeks, Kuroo Tetsurou will leave forever. And in four, you will, too. Except you’ll come back. You’ve done so every summer since you were born, probably will do until you die.

But this place will never be the same as it used to. Not after him.

“Y/N?” Once everything comes back into focus, you see the concern riddling his features. “Everything okay?”

“Hmm? Yeah.”

Say it.

“You didn’t have too much to drink, right?”

Say it.

“I just got buzzed. What about you?”

“The only drink I was planning on having all went to your shirt.”

Say it.

“Kuroo.”

“Yeah?”

Not yet.

“Let’s go on an adventure.”

At two AM, everything is different. The streets feel different, the villas look different, and you–– you can’t put your finger on it but Kuroo Tetsurou has changed, too. He sits behind the wheel of your father’s white 1953 Cadillac with the convertible roof down, unruly hair blown back by the breeze, a euphoric grin stretched over his face. In the passenger’s seat, you sit with an equally large beam and your hands raised into the dark sky.

“Where to, Miss?” he shouts over the wind.

“The stars,” you shout back with a laugh. Kuroo’s cat-like eyes briefly flit over to your side profile, lips curving to form a smaller, more tender smile. But you miss that–– your gaze falls on him just a second after his return to the road.

“I heard you say Jack’s,” he says, smirking.

The 24/7 diner sticks out like a sore thumb in the row of sun-baked stucco and stone buildings with its bold neon lights and shiny exterior. During the day, it seems gaudy, way too American for a small town in northern Italy. But at night, this place feels like home. You’ve been stumbling into Jack’s completely shit-faced since you were sixteen. Of course, all those other times had been with the kids of your mother’s coworkers. All those other times, you could hardly remember what you even ordered when you woke up hours later.

But this time, you walk in with Kuroo Tetsurou at half-past-two in the morning, the chemicals running through your bloodstream epinephrine and dopamine, not ethanol; if you’re drunk then it’s on a feeling and your only poison is the boy next to you. You study his face and consider that thought. No, he’s not poison. He’s the antidote.

“Y/N!” the server exclaims, rushing over with two menus. “And Kuroo! My two favourite customers, but together this time!” Giovanni ushers you two to a booth by the window and takes your orders, purely for show, of course. He knows your orders by heart: the Lorenzo for Kuroo and the Quentin for you.

“With fries on both, please,” Kuroo adds, throwing you a wink. “Aren’t I a gentleman?”

“You only did that to have more for yourself,” you reply drily. Having him over at your house for dinner every night made picking up his idiosyncrasies so unbelievably easy. You know them like they’re your own. You know him like he’s your own.

Kuroo clutches his chest and pretends to be offended, then changes the conversation to what happened at the lab today, or rather, yesterday. That your mother and the other researchers are so close to finding a cure for the strain of virus that’s recently hit crickets in southern Italy.

“You should drop by again sometime,” he says. “Last time you came around was, what, two weeks ago?”

Your face breaks in a grin. “Are you saying you’ve missed me? Chemistry getting boring?” you tease, drawing a loud laugh from him.

“Sodium hydrogen, you little shit.” Your mother’s used this one on you before, but hearing it from him makes you giggle anyway.

Giovanni comes back with two plates, each loaded with fries. You both say your thanks and he retreats to the kitchen again, but not before wiggling his eyebrows at your reddening faces. Wordlessly, you grab your fork and knife and transfer at least half of your fries onto Kuroo’s plate. Kuroo stares at you with the slightest smile. That look sends your stomach into flips.

“What?” you question nonchalantly, cutting into your burger.

“Nothing,” he says, mirroring your actions. “Nothing at all.”

It’s hard to imagine that after spending almost every day together for eight weeks straight that there’s still more to learn about each other, but there is. You tell him more about your real home. Your best friend who called you at 3 AM last night because of timezones. Stories from every summer before this one, when you were a different person in the same place you are now.

He tells you more about Kenma, his best friend from high school. How they played on one of the best volleyball teams in Japan. Stories from training camp, literature class, the metro ride home after school–– you listen to every single one in rapt attention. There’s not enough time in the world for all the things you want to know about Kuroo Tetsurou, so you take what you can get. If only you’d known him before you’d known him.

“If we’d met earlier here, do you think we would’ve been friends?” you ask after paging Giovanni for the check.

“No,” he replies, picking up a few remaining fries with his fork instead of his fingers. The corners of your mouth turn up. That’s your thing. He considers the scenario seriously. “I think we met right when we should have.”

“What about the future?” you press, leaning into the conversation. “Let’s say we meet in two years here, instead of now. Would we be friends?”

Kuroo sets his fork down, eyes you steadily. “What’s this about?”

You blink. “What?”

“What’s with all these hypotheticals today?” Perhaps worried that he came off too harshly, Kuroo adds, “I thought I was the scientist.”

“I just… it feels like I’ve known you since forever.” This feels like it was meant to be, you don’t say. And I want to know you forever.

A sigh–– fond, but still a sigh–– blows through his lips. “Don’t tell me you believe in soulmates,” he says with a wicked grin.

“Are you calling me your soulmate?” The question, shamelessly genuine, painfully hopeful, leaves your mouth without you intending it to and you regret it instantly. Because Kuroo Tetsurou has told you many times that he does not believe in soulmates.

Is it so bad to dream, though?

You watch him carefully but he doesn’t say anything, just continues smiling wryly like you’d intended to tease him. Like he knows that you know better. But you don’t.

“Are you?” he suddenly replies. Sharp eyes hold yours, daring you to respond. Do you dare?

At that moment, Giovanni returns with the check. “Who’s paying?” he asks, unaware of the tense exchange that just occurred across the table. Inaudibly, you sigh in relief. Kuroo is about to say that it’s on him when he catches himself in the middle of his sentence, looks your way, then back to Giovanni. He says you’ll go Dutch. You nod in approval.

“So,” Kuroo drawls once you’ve both paid for your meals. “Where do we go from here?”

Good question.

Kuroo Tetsurou has never been to an outdoor club period. And though he’s been clubbing, he has never once gone dancing in his lifetime. You tell him that’s about to change as he parks the car in a lot near the venue. Before him, all your summer nights were spent here.

“You’ve been here for two months and you haven’t been to an outdoor club yet?” you ask while unbuckling your seatbelt. That can’t be possible. If you’d been in his shoes… an attractive college student in a foreign country for the summer, you would have gone wild.

“Nope. I’ve been a little busy, y’know, spending my days in a lab, handling chemicals, studying viruses, washing lab equipment, writing up reports for your mother and her colleagues, working on my own research on the side… the usual.” He flashes you a bright, sarcastic smile.

“Poor baby,” you coo, ruffling his hair. Kuroo laughs while you continue messing with the dark locks. “Was your first full day here the only tourist-day you’ve had so far?” His weekends, you already know, are spent either lounging around cafés, pools, or the great outdoors with you or the interns. But you’d assumed he’d had time to do some exploring on his own.

Kuroo nods. “And my guide wasn’t even that great,” he mutters, shooting you a dark look. “She sped through every attraction and hardly spoke a word outside of the tour to me. I think she hated me.”

You giggle and open the door, letting the music from the outdoor speakers infiltrate the bubble inside your car. “Maybe she was just nervous!” you say as you get out. That’s a lie.

“About what?” Kuroo follows suit, the gravel crunching beneath his feet. “I was so friendly to you and you just brushed me off each time.” He pouts.

But you don’t reply. Instead, you just grab his hands and pull him towards the venue. As you step into the boundaries marked by fairy lights and rustic wooden fences, Kuroo stops in his tracks and tugs on your intertwined hands. You glance down before up, trying to memorise how his hand looks around yours in the few seconds you can steal.

“Y/N,” Kuroo says. The strobe lights paint his skin pink, blue, purple like it’s a canvas. “Tell me why you were nervous.” Grammatically, it’s a command. And yet it sounds like he’s begging.

“What’s it mean to you?” you ask, feeling your heartbeat speed up in your chest. So what if you just… said it? What would happen?

“Everything?” he replies with a cheeky smile. The odds that he seriously means that are slim. But… they’re there. You shake that possibility out of your mind. That’s just the hope talking.

“Depends how convincingly you say it.” You tug on his arm. “C’mon. Let’s dance.” But he doesn’t budge–– he just continues to stand by the entrance of the club with an expectant look on his face. People are starting to stare.

“Fine,” you say with an eye roll. “I’ll tell you." Kuroo smirks, something self-congratulatory ready to leave his mouth, but then you let go of his hand and dance backwards into the throng of moving bodies. “But first, you’re gonna have to dance with me!” 

You allow yourself to be swallowed by the lively music, the people, the moment. Seconds later you’re deep enough into the crowd that you lose sight of Kuroo. Something in you says that he’ll show up soon, though. For now, you let yourself breathe. Forget about the heaviness of what-if’s, the itch to confess, the dread of the aftermath. Feelings are a lot like gravity. Sometimes they keep you grounded, other times, they weigh you down. This is one of those other times.

You dance up to a friendly-looking group of teens your age. Three guys and two girls. You shout your name and follow up with how it’s nice to meet them, hoping one of them finds you nice enough to keep around. Dancing alone in a club is one of the worst things that can ever happen to someone. Luckily, one of the girls–– the one wearing a purple wig–– pulls you in for a hug, drunkenly shouting back, “Bianca!” Bianca pushes you into their circle next to one of the guys and, just like that, you two start moving to the beat, feeling it in your feet, shoulders, hips. At one point, you turn around and take a good look at his face. The guy’s cute enough, but he’s not Kuroo. Still, you say nothing as he moves closer to you and grabs your hand, lifting it up and motioning for you to twirl.

Suddenly, a pair of hands grip firmly onto your waist and pull you out of the circle. “Hey!” You look down, suddenly realising they’re Kuroo’s. A shiver runs down your spine. He spins you around to face him. His lips are set in a firm line, eyes completely devoid of humour, nostrils slightly flared.

“Hi,” you say quietly, testing the waters.

“Hi,” he replies curtly. His hands are still on your waist. Selfishly, you choose not to point that out. Instead, you try to defuse the situation with a light question. Playful tone.

“Where were you this whole time?”

“Looking for you.”

“Well… you found me.” You flash him a sheepish grin. A peace offering of some sort.

“I did.” He doesn’t take it.

“Lucky you.”

Irritation finally seeps through his features. “You just left me on the dance floor!” he snaps. “And then when I find you after searching the entire venue, you’re dancing up on some random guy!”

“It was in good fun!” you retort, wriggling out of his grip. “And I wasn’t dancing up on him.” You want to ask if he’s jealous so badly, but you take a good look at his face and decide against that.

“Fun?” he asks incredulously. “Worrying about losing you, worrying about myself getting lost, then having to worry about that guy after finding you isn’t very fucking fun to me, Y/N!” The words fly out of his mouth like daggers without pause. Once finished, he looks at you with a disappointed gaze, shaking his head lightly, chest rising and falling with each heavy breath.

“I’m sorry,” you say, looking down at your shoes. It doesn’t matter if you disagree with him–– a sort of shame drills itself so deeply into your conscience that all you can think about is making things right again. “I didn’t think my actions through.”

A second passes. You wonder what he’s thinking.

“Hey, look at me.” Kuroo lifts your chin up with an index finger. Your wide eyes meet his narrow ones. Just as a pink beam glides over his face, his gaze softens, falls down to your lips. And then you feel his thumb on your chin, barely grazing the skin of your bottom lip. His Adam’s apple bobs up and down. The revelry in the background fades to dull beats against your eardrums. Suddenly, you register that he smells of, as usual, blackcurrant and amber.

But now you also smell of blackcurrant and amber.

You’re wearing his clothes. You smell of him.

Kuroo’s eyes crawl back up to yours, wide like he’s just been caught in the middle of a crime. You blink expectantly, ignoring the furious way your heart pounds in your chest. Shallow breaths puff through your slightly parted mouth.

“I am.” It comes out barely a whisper. C’mon. Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me kiss me kiss me kiss me kiss me kiss me––

You gently touch the hand he has on your chin. Kuroo jolts back like he’s been burned. “I’ll, uhm, I’ll be in the car,” he stutters, looking away from your face. He pushes through the sea of people, leaving you all alone on the dance floor, body doused in blue light, fingers touching the area his thumb had been as if preserving its print.

Kuroo hardly notices you slip into the passenger’s seat minutes later. He’s got his forearms hanging over the steering wheel and gaze fixed ahead into the darkness, mind probably running off to a place he wishes his body was, too.

As soon as you’ve buckled yourself in, Kuroo starts the car.

The entire drive home is silent.

Once Kuroo pulls into your courtyard and parks, he turns off the engine, unbuckles his seatbelt, and steps out of the car. Wordlessly, you follow his actions and meet him by the stairs to your door.

“Hi,” you say quietly. He doesn’t look at you.

“Hey.”

The two of you stand outside your front door in silence as you both consider what to say next. This can’t be the way it ends.

“I shouldn’t have… done that,” Kuroo says first.

“Done what?” You choose to play dumb. Call it selfish, but you want to hear him say it. Maybe then it’ll feel as real as it had been. Kuroo sighs and leans his shoulder against the stone wall, crossing his arms over his chest. There’s no way he can dance around what happened. Perhaps the past two months can be summed up as the development of a strong friendship with skilled doublespeak and metaphors and just enough artistic licence, but this can’t. And Kuroo knows that. He can’t feed you an alternative truth like he’s done so many times before. What’s more, he can’t lie to himself anymore. So maybe it’s better just to not speak at all.

Your eyes burn holes into the side of his face. Fine. You’ll concede first. “I was never nervous.”

Kuroo blinks, turns his head around to look at you. “What?”

“I was never nervous. I was playing it cool because I didn’t want to risk befriending you and getting attached.” I’m still playing it cool, you don’t say. And I’m already attached. “Guess I just came off as a bitch instead.” You laugh. “But can you blame me? You were this cute, older guy. Smart, too, since you were interning with my mom. You were my dream guy.”

An amused breath blows out of his nose. “Were?” he questions, grinning, only remembering the fragility of your platonic relationship a second later. “Um––”

“Are.” It slips out of your mouth without you realising. Fuck. Kuroo stills. It’s too late to take back your words now, so you might as well just keep going. “You still are my dream guy.”

Seconds pass and neither of you says anything. Sweat gathers in the palms of your hands. You start to feel your heartbeat through your neck. The buzz of the cicadas grows louder. Oppressive. Behind Kuroo, the sky is starting to turn pale blue and pink in the horizon. That means it’s almost sunrise. The night is almost over, and, hopefully, so is this awful conversation.

“And… you don’t feel the same.” Funnily, you feel like you’re lying. You’re telling Kuroo how he feels and you think you’re lying. Does that make sense? None of this night even feels real. God, you hope this has all just been a dream. Mustering a soft smile, you say, “That’s okay. Thank you for the party. And the adventure.” It was fun while it lasted. You feel the house key in your pocket and turn to unlock the door. “I hope this doesn’t change anything between us, Kuroo. Can we still be friends?” The words leave your mouth feeling like barbed wire. You know damn well you can’t still be friends.

And suddenly, you feel his calloused hands around your cheeks. Suddenly, his hot breath fans over your face.

“Can I kiss you?” he murmurs.

Your eyes close instantly. “Yes, please.”

And suddenly, his soft lips are on yours.

Kuroo breaks the kiss seconds later. “Fuck,” he whispers, resting his forehead against yours, touching the tips of your noses together. “Y/N, I don’t want to be friends. Fuck.” A dry chuckle leaves his mouth. He pauses to collect his thoughts but decides that that can wait. Instead, he presses another kiss to your lips so fervently that he backs you up against the wall with no space between your bodies. You wonder if he can feel your heartbeat like this, chest to chest. Kuroo’s hands travel down your waist and rest on your hips. His tongue runs across your tongue, your teeth, the insides of your mouth. You gently suck on it, drawing a satisfied moan from him. When the kiss ends, you see that his lips are red and cheeks are swollen. A warm feeling spreads through your chest. “I thought I could be happy just being friends with you but I can’t. I want you so bad it hurts. Not to mention, when I saw you in my hoodie?” His fingers pinch the material. “I thought God was testing me or some shit.”

“Sure didn’t feel like you wanted me that way,” you retort, still breathless.

“In my defence,” Kuroo says, thumbs tracing your cheekbones, “I was very scared.”

“Of what?”

It looks like he’s about to tell you, but he changes his mind and doesn’t answer. He grabs your hand and pulls you back to the car with a cheeky grin. “I’ll tell you only if you tell me where we can watch the sunrise.”

Kuroo holds your hand, stroking your thumb the entire drive there.

After a short hike, you plop down on the grassy hillside, supporting your body with outstretched arms in the back. Kuroo sits down beside you with one of his hands covering yours, fingers intertwined like a honeysuckle vine around a hazel tree. You tell him that you grew up running along this hill with your parents. It used to be your playground. Maybe, you think, it’s time to make new memories here.

“Beautiful,” Kuroo breathes, a wonderstruck look in his eyes. The sun’s just risen halfway above the pink and blue horizon, the saturated orange casting the entire city below gold. It’s not just the city, though. He’s also gold. He’s just as beautiful. You watch him with a soft smile on your lips, noting how his wide eyes and slack jaw return to normal as he stares off into the distance. After resting your head on his shoulder, you fix your eyes on the sunrise ahead. You wonder what he’s thinking so quietly about.

“Penny for your thoughts?” you finally ask once the sun has finished revealing itself.

Kuroo blinks, returning to reality, but continues to stare straight ahead. “I was just thinking about… soulmates.”

You lift your head off his shoulder. “Don’t tell me you believe in soulmates now,” you tease.

“Hmm.” He turns to look at you, the sun turning his hazel eyes the colour of honey. That same wry smirk from Jack’s returns to his face.

“You wanna know why I was so scared?”

“Pray tell.”

“Because I’ve never felt this way towards anyone.”

“That’s bullshit.”

“No,” Kuroo laughs, laying his head down in your lap, looking up into your eyes. “I’m serious. I used to purposely stay away from girls in high school. Same in college. Same all the way until you somehow wormed your way into my life. That’s why we wouldn’t have been friends.” You cock your head to the side.

“Why?” you ask, running your fingers through his hair.

Kuroo’s eyelids flutter shut. He inhales deeply before talking. “My parents are divorced. The years before the divorce were… very ugly.” 

(He spares you the details of the midnight arguments, the smashed plates, the holes in the walls. He spares you the details of how he only ever knew how to fall asleep with his head sandwiched between two pillows, how he hasn’t seen his sister in a decade, how he’ll curse and snap but never yell because he always feels like a child again around the noise. That’s for another time, if you’ll have any.) 

“I still remember all the fighting and yelling. For the longest time, that’s all I knew about marriage and relationships.”

“Did you think all relationships were like that? Fighting and yelling?” you ask.

“For a while, yeah. I’m still a little scared of that, to be honest. Ending up in a relationship where all you do is fight.” Kuroo sighs. “But that’s not the only thing. I thought I wouldn’t know how to love someone, growing up like that.” At that, your fingers pause in his hair.

“Wait,” you say, furrowing your brows. A wave of immense sadness (not for yourself, for him) washes over you. “You think you wouldn’t know how to love someone else?”

“Thought.” Kuroo cracks open his eyes and smiles up at you. “I’m in the process of changing my mind.”

#kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo tetsurou scenarios #kuroo tetsurou imagines #haikyuu!!

[tetsuwhore]

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 (𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮, 𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐚, 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢)

Description: General NSFW headcanons with Atsumu, Sakusa and Akaashi

Warning: um nsfw lol

this horny bastard has a very high sex drive, and he’s always seeking you out to help him. you two are with the team? he’s whispering in your ear, telling you just how seeing you in the short Inarizaki uniform made him feel. you’re in class? he’ll send you multiple texts about how he can’t wait to pin you against a wall

he doesn’t care about being discreet either - he’ll just offer some half assed excuse about how he needed to go search for a new volleyball because the one he was practicing with was deflating (and for some reason, he needed you to help him look). before you know it, he’s got you crying into his neck as he’s fucking you in the gym storage closet

earlier in the relationship, he was definitely more selfish during sex, focusing heavily on his own pleasure and needs. of course, he still made sure you felt good too, but it was more so to stroke his ego

however, as his feelings for you gradually become stronger, he finds himself growing utterly addicted to the feeling of making you feel good. he goes absolutely feral upon hearing you cry out and grip his hair when he’s eating you out or using his fingers on you

Atsumu is definitely one to go for multiple rounds because he’s simply insatiable. when you two have time for longer sessions, you bet he’ll be going again

and again, and again. even if you’re too tired to do much, he’s more than content to be on top and work towards getting you both off. definitely has a thing about you looking up at him all teary-eyed, gasping about how you can’t take anymore (and yet, you beg him to keep going when he pulls away)

he goes really soft if you try to make the sex more intimate - when you’re gently cupping his face while he’s thrusting into you, or gripping his hand when he’s busy eating you out. he’s not a particularly intimate person by nature, but he can’t deny how much he loves those moments 

sex with Sakusa is something that only occurs after you two have gotten quite comfortable in your relationship. setting aside his need for you two to achieve a certain level of emotional intimacy, he knows he’ll have a constant preoccupation with the hygiene aspect of it, and so it’ll have to be with a partner that he can trust to practice thorough hygiene habits

however, he’s still a man who experiences urges like everyone else. so even if there’s no outright sex in the earlier months of your relationship, there’s still a way you two can get off without direct contact - dry humping. after trying it during a particularly heated makeout session where you ended up in his lap, it became a regular thing 

now when you actually begin to have sex, he quickly develops a habit of analyzing your reactions to his touch - the manner in which he does this is almost clinical

at first, he asks you to masturbate in front of him so he can observe how you like being touched. he likely doesn’t have a lot of experience, and he wants to learn what you like. he definitely derives some sort of pleasure from the voyeuristic aspect of it

when he’s using his fingers on you, or thrusting into you, he’ll use the volume of your moans, or your squirms as an indicator to find the right spot to hit. and if that’s not enough to send you into a dizzying orgasm, the intense gaze he has set on your contorted expressions most certainly will

after sex, he’ll make sure to communicate with you and ask if there’s anything you want to try differently. even if there’s nothing wrong, he’ll appreciate praises and verbal affirmations that he’s doing a good job

also, one of his favourites? shower sex. seeing as it’s a way to get you both off while also not having to worry about the cleanliness aspect of it, it kills two birds with one stone. he’s especially fond of using the shower head on you - he’ll hold you against his chest while watching you squirm and whimper at the sensation of the water gushing against your clit

Akaashi very much prefers longer, drawn out sessions over quickies. however, both of you are usually extremely busy, and may sometimes be too tired to indulge properly. so while there are many quickies, Akaashi does his best to make sure you feel just as good as always

random thought - while it may not seem so with his polished outward appearance, i feel like Akaashi is the type of person to have a friends with benefits arrangement. he finds that it’s an effective way to relieve the stress and anxiety he often experiences due to all the responsibilities he carries. plus, he’s emotionally capable enough to avoid catching feelings 

even when it comes to sex, Akaashi is a giver by nature. he’s very into doing whatever’s needed to make you cum as hard as you can. he’s also incredibly perceptive, so he’ll know exactly where to touch, or what speed to go at to turn you into a squirming mess

he’s has a special affinity for using his tongue and fingers to make you come undone because it affords him a level of precision that’s simply not present in penetrative sex

on the other hand, he’s not particularly fond of using orgasm denial on you, though he’ll do it if you ask. he finds himself feeling bad because he knows how much longer it takes women to orgasm, and he feels a tinge of guilt when he denies you after such a lengthy build-up

now, although he loves pleasing you, he’ll fall even harder for you if you insist on sessions which focus solely on his pleasure. Akaashi isn’t very used to the feeling of being taken care of, so he definitely appreciates the hell out of a partner that goes out of the way to unselfishly make him feel good

unlike Atsumu, he’s not one for too many rounds. this in no way means that he’s lacking in stamina - he’s simply satisfied enough with just one or two rounds.

however, Akaashi never leaves anything unfinished, so if you’re not sated yet, he’ll be more than willing to focus on getting you off. sometimes, you may even have sessions that focus heavily on the foreplay aspect rather than penetrative sex itself

#atsumu x reader #sakusa x reader #akaashi x reader #atsumu miya #sakusa kiyoomi #akaashi keiji #atsumu smut #sakusa smut #akaashi smut #haikyuu smut #atsumu miya x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #akaashi keiji x reader

[pxnk-velvet]

congrats on the milestone !! can i get kuroo x reader to the song moments by alextbh ? ❤️

𝑀𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 [NSFW!]

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𝐾𝑢𝑟𝑜𝑜 𝑇𝑒𝑡𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑜 𝑥 𝐹𝑒𝑚!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

✧ word count :: 1.5k

✧ summary :: After a pretty bad break up, Kuroo finally gets the chance to tell Y/n how he really feels about her. Not only leading to confession of heart and mind, but body too. 

✧ warnings :: nsfw!, mentions of a breakup (not w/ kuroo), fluff, intended for mature readers only

✧ a/n :: This is my first time writing for Kuroo so I’m sorry if it doesn’t seem like him lol 😅 and as always reblogs and feed back are always appreciated. Come stop by the party and have some fun for a while!

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It had already been weeks since Y/n had broken up with her ex, yet she was still experiencing repercussions. It felt like the pieces of her heart were scattered in her chest, in desperate need of being put back together. 

Her friends had suggested hooking up with another guy to get her mind off of things but inevitably she simply wasn’t the type to do so. Often developing feelings quickly and getting attached at the snap of a finger. 

It had taken so much of a toll on her to the point where it had begun to affect her academics. Her grades automatically plummeted right after her heartbreak and now she was having a hard time getting them back to where they used to be. 

Hence why she was now currently seated against Kuroo’s headboard while he sat in his desk chair by the edge of the bed. Open textbooks and notes scattered across the bed sheets, her head tucked between her knees as she groaned. 

“Why do I have to do so much work?” Y/n whined, setting her notebook beside her to stretch her legs out and rest her eyes for a bit. 

As her eyes were closed Kuroo’s trailed up the length of her legs, admiring how soft they looked, appreciating the fact that she didn’t wear tights today. Sporting only the cute little skirt that was part of the girls uniform. 

“Well for starters, if you hadn’t slacked off for so long then maybe you wouldn’t have fallen so behind?” He mused, picking up an inquisitive tone towards the end of his sentence. Softening the words, hoping they wouldn’t hit a nerve considering her situation. 

Since the day he had heard about what happened, he had done everything he could to help out. Granted that they had only been friends before hand, not nearly as close as they are now. But still, he worried for his team’s manager, his friend, the girl he cared so deeply for. He rode out his feelings hoping that they would dissipate while she was dating her ex, only to discover that he had simply fallen for her even harder. Now, he figured it was the perfect time to tell her how he felt. Using every opportunity he could make to spend time with her. 

“It’s not like I chose to be broken up with Tetsu…” Y/n muttered, turning away from him, curling her legs up to her chest, which was now starting to fill with the sad sinking feeling she was trying so hard not to acknowledge anymore. 

Ever since she had started spending more time with Kuroo, she had begun to actually appreciate time with him outside of volleyball. Getting excited, a giddy feeling bubbling in her chest whenever she realized she had a tutoring session with him. She wanted to be around him so often because he made her forget it all. Like she was herself again and not some heart broken girl that moped around all day. Yet she didn’t know if she was ready to pursue another relationship so quickly, still hesitant about making any moves. Hell, she didn’t even know if he actually liked her or if it was his usual flirtatious, friendly attitude. He truly was a good friend but that is what made it so hard to decipher. 

Little did she know he was essentially thinking the same thing, he wanted so badly to make Y/n his but he didn’t want to overwhelm her so quickly. He had spent countless nights laying awake, thinking about her. The way she walked, the way she talked, wondering what her lips felt like. Thinking about waking up next to her, making her breakfast in the mornings. Just spending time with her, he wanted to treat her right. Make moments with her that would last forever. Engraved in their hearts and minds, and hopefully, eventually seal it all with a ring. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-” He tried to apologize, placing his hand on her leg to get her attention. 

“I know, it’s fine. I’m just tired.” She sighed heavily as she turned back to him, sitting up to face him properly, “Like I don’t want to feel like this anymore. I know I’m over him but I just can't get rid of all these feelings swirling around in my chest and I don’t know what to do, Tetsu.” She spoke softly in hopes he wouldn’t hear the shakiness in her words as her eyes glassed over. 

In that moment, Kuroo thought long and hard in the matter of seconds. Was this his chance? That one opportunity, that one moment where he could finally change things for the better?

“Y/n,” He began, the confident demeanor he usually dawned all of a sudden gone, “I honestly don’t know if this is the right time to say this. And I totally understand if you’re not ready and never want to talk to me again but I just need to tell you. I think it’ll be better for the both of us.” 

As he spoke, Y/n’s heart rate began to pick up, suddenly hyper aware of how loud it was beating. Echoing in her head, trying to dismiss it as Kuroo continued. Yet someone how her mind was already jumping to conclusions, a million scenarios playing out in her head all at once. 

“Um- I, uh-...I like you a lot. I have for a while now. And obviously I’m hoping you like me to but, again, no pressure especially since you just got out of a relationship not too long ago and you might not be ready-” Kuroo’s rambling was interrupted by the feeling of warm, soft lips. 

A wave of euphoria took over his senses as he was pulled by the collar of his shirt to meet Y/n’s lips in the middle. The shock that was evident on his wide eyes immediately washed away, allowing himself to fall victim to the moment. A warmth growing in his chest realizing that he finally got to fulfill it all with her, every waking moment he had spent with her was all starting to make even more sense. 

Relishing in her touch, her presence. Savoring every time their lips would part and meet again in yet another passionate kiss. Her lips plush and sweet, tasting of her strawberry chapstick. 

Eventually, the books and papers that littered the bed earlier were long forgotten and scattered on the floor. The soft, gentle kisses had grown to ones of desire and lust, clothes being shed by the minute as Y/n and Kuroo became tangled in the sheets. 

It didn’t take long until they were pressed chest to chest, hands wandering as Kuroo’s lips trailed from her lips, nipping her jaw, eventually trailing lower to her neck. Paying extra attention to the column of her throat, noting the sultry moans that fell from her lips as he did so. 

“Y/n,” Kuroo abruptly pulled away from her, towering over her smaller frame, “Are you sure you want to do this? Because like I said before I don’t want to rush-” 

“Kuroo, do you really think I’d be naked under you if I didn’t?” Her voice dripping with sarcasm, correcting herself a second later with a softer voice, “But thank you for your concern. I appreciate you being so thoughtful.” A blush crept up her cheeks as her hands trailed up his broad chest, fingers tracing the strong muscles underneath. 

“Anything for you,” The captain’s head fell into the junction between her neck and shoulder, placing a chaste kiss on the warm skin, “Let me show you how long I’ve waited. To make moments like this with you. To treat you right and learn more than there is to know about you.” 

In that moment everything felt right, like this was exactly where they were both meant to be. Limps tangled as their lips met in another kiss. Driven by the growing tension that was rising between them, lust evident in every move they made. 

Soon enough, breathing became feathery and hot as Kuroo’s hips rocked into hers. His face buried in her neck as her hands clasped his back, little moon crescent marks and scratches littered across his shoulders. With a firm grip, he sat up, eyes wandering to where he clasped her hips. Admiring the divots his fingers imprinted as they dug into the plush skin, surely to leave pretty bruises for later. 

“Kuroo, I-” Y/n whined, voice just above a whisper, eyebrows knit together, desperate for release. He could tell she was close by the way her walls fluttered around his length, only enticing him closer to his own release.

“I know, cum for me. I’ve got you.” He sang out, gently cupping her cheek with his large hand, continuing to thrust up into her. 

He watched in awe as he drove her over the edge, face morphing to the pleasure rippling throughout her body. The muscles in her lower abdomen going taunt as they spasmed with her release. Mouth hanging open, a pretty drawn out cry leaving her lips as she peaked, triggering Kuroo’s own high. 

To which his body fell forward, again chest to chest with Y/n as he brought her in for a kiss. Taking in every shake and cry she uttered, all because of him. 

With his head on her shoulder, Kuroo caught his breath, arms snaking around her waist to bring Y/n impossibly closer to him as he embraced her tightly. 

“Thank you.” He mumbled against her skin, kissing it softly after he spoke. 

A giggle rang in his ears, “For what?”

He smiled, breathing in her scent and just soaking in her presence all together, “For making every moment worth waiting for.”

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[cheolbooluvr]

a little clearer

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part of the confession series

pairing: seungkwan x gn!reader

genre: mostly fluff, mild angst, university au, volleyball player

word count: 2.2k

warnings: brief mention of an injury, fatigue from nervousness(?)

a/n: another volleyball fic bc i can't help myself askldjalks lowkey a little self-indulgent, but let's be real, when are half my fics not LOL anyways, hope y'all like this one! plz leave feedback, it means the world to me and helps me as a writer!!

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seungkwan’s style of confessing: “Should I confess, or should I apologize? In fact, it feels like I’m not going to do well because of the nervousness.”

The air in the gym was stale and quiet, just the way you liked it. Sunlight trickled through the windows at the top of the walls, illuminating dust particles suspended in the air. Eighteen months had passed since you last stepped foot in the gym, or any gym for that matter, since the day you tore your ACL at your last practice for the national team. Following a surgery, physical therapy, and many regular therapy sessions, you found yourself in the university’s auxiliary gym, also known as the one where everyone else goes if you’re not on any of the official school teams. It was hard having to live with the idea that you wouldn’t get to play volleyball competitively anymore. Your therapist suggested looking for clubs, but truthfully, you were nervous. What if you were bad? What if you had forgotten everything?

“I know it must be scary, but take your time. When you feel ready, ease yourself back into it,” your therapist had told you.

You took a deep breath as your footsteps met the unpolished hardwood. Your attention was directed to a boy in the corner who was holding a phone between his shoulder and his cheek while he slipped his shoes on.

“Mingyu, you promised. Vernon said he had a shift at the music store, Jeonghan is out doing lord knows what, Seokmin changed his mind and decided to join the pizza making club, and I can only imagine that Seungcheol is flirting with that barista from the cafe again! I’m the only one here!” He rolled his eyes, huffing as he listened to his friend feed him excuses for the nth time about why he couldn’t make it. “Forget it. Some friends you guys are.” He hung up and aggressively threw his phone onto his gym bag.

Seungkwan didn’t mean it, but his friends had been so supportive of his idea when he pitched the volleyball club to them. They even told him that they’d be the first to sign up, yet here he was in the gym, alone. If nobody showed up, he wouldn’t be able to keep the club going and all hopes of funding for tournaments, much less continuing on with the club, were out of the question.

“Um, hello?”

He quickly turned around and sighed. “Oh, sorry. Did you sign up for the gym today? My club isn’t happening today, so I’ll be leaving soon.”

“Is this the volleyball club?”

“No, the volleyball club is cancelled—” Seungkwan’s face relaxed, his eyebrows raised with curiosity. “Did you say volleyball club?”

You nodded. He quickly walked over to you, grasping your hands in his as his face lit up with excitement.

“Yes. Yes! This is the volleyball club. Are you new? Have you played before?” You could tell how happy he was that you showed up, indicated by his constant talking and mumbling to himself about what drills you should do. The first thing he had you do was serve, something you hadn’t done since the injury. He handed you a ball at which you eyed nervously.

“Watch me,” Seungkwan advised. He hit the ball against the ground a couple times before spinning it in his left hand. His focus shifted to the net back to the ball. One deep breath, a couple steps and a swing later, his serve went right into the middle of the net. A dissatisfactory noise came from his mouth as he shook his head. “That was a warm up…why don’t you try it.”

You did your pre-serve routine: three hits against the ground, 2 spins in your hand, and a quick glance at the net. Inhaling, you tossed the ball up in the air, your left hand tracking it as you brought your right hand back to swing. Your palm made direct contact with the ball, a perfect float serve over the net. Seungkwan’s mouth dropped in surprise as he watched your ball drop on the other side of the court.

“Wow, you’re pretty good!” Seungkwan said. It would be a lie to say seeing you get it over on the first try didn’t make him a little antsy, so he decided to switch gears and try a different drill. He moved the basket of balls to center court. “Okay, now we’re going to try to bump the ball into the basket over there. I’ll show you first, and then you can try. Can you toss me a ball?”

Picking up a ball, you moved in front of him to toss it. He took a couple steps and swung his arms, the ball flying far from the basket he was supposed to get it in. You did your best not to laugh at the pout on his face, his bottom lip jutting out.

He motioned at you with his hand. “Toss me another one.” And toss you did. Again, he failed to get the ball into the basket, but his determination wouldn’t allow him to give up so easily. One after the other, you tossed balls at him, each and every one completely missing the basket. “Do you want to try?”

“Sure,” you replied. You and Seungkwan switched spots. He threw you an easy underhand ball and with a swift motion, you passed it perfectly, the ball forming a rainbow with its trajectory. Thank god for muscle memory, you thought to yourself.

Seungkwan froze as he stared at the basket where your ball landed just seconds ago. “What are you?” he asked.

“I’m sorry?”

“How are you so good?”

“Um—” Before you could answer, the school’s clock tower rang throughout the campus, signaling the new hour.

“Oh, we should probably pack up now.” Seungkwan picked up the rest of the balls while you undid the net, cranking the gears so it lowered enough to unclip it from the poles. Removing one pole from the ground, you made your way to the back of the gym where the gear rack was. Seungkwan followed closely behind with the other pole when he remembered that you two were in the middle of a conversation before the clock struck. “Ah, you never answered my question.”

“What question— Oh. Right, that one. Um, I’m actually on the national team.” Seungkwan nearly dropped the pole on his foot causing you to rush over and grab the other end. “Well, I was.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I mean, I tried to, but you seemed so excited and I didn’t want to ruin anything.” You placed the net on the rack and made your way back to the side of the gym where all of your stuff was.

“Too late,” he mumbled to himself, but you heard him loud and clear. Quickly realizing his attitude towards you was unwarranted, he turned and smiled at you. “But even so, thank you for coming. Without you, we wouldn’t be able to continue on with the club.”

“Of course, it was fun being back on the court again!” You returned a grin, and in that moment, Seungkwan swore something within him started malfunctioning. He turned away to hide any sign of embarrassment from you, placing his shoes in his bag and slipping on his slides.

“Looks like you should be the one coaching me,” he said, a slight nervousness laced in his voice.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his request. “I’d be more than happy to.”

When you finished packing up, Seungkwan looked at you curiously. “If you don’t mind me asking, but why aren’t you playing for the national team anymore?”

“It’s a long story…”

“You don’t have to tell me—”

“But I can tell you over some food?”

Seungkwan’s face lit up with a bright smile. “Yes!”

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As the weeks went by, you and Seungkwan quickly became friends and it didn’t take long before you started harboring, dare you say it, a crush on the boy. You had a lot more in common than you expected: an undying love for the Wonder Girls, ordering extra cheese on your dakgalbi, and an unrivaled passion for volleyball. With your help, Seungkwan was able to recruit more players on the team and get his friends to finally show up. You became friends with them pretty quickly, too, their energy being the only thing to keep you going during the school days. They were a rambunctious bunch and oftentimes too loud to the point you would laugh seeing Seungkwan’s nose scrunch in dissatisfaction. The two of you made a great pair of co-captains— you had the technical skills to show them everything they needed, and he had the fire and leadership to get their attention during drills so you could practice for the upcoming tournament. Things were going pretty well it seemed.

Except for today. Throughout practice, there was a complete reversal. The other players’ focus was great, but Seungkwan’s head was clearly elsewhere — he missed serves, couldn’t get passes up, and overall, he just wasn’t fully present. You observed him cautiously, keeping in mind to talk to him after practice when all was done.

The clock chimed, indicating it was the end of practice.

“Good job today, everyone!” You walked over to Seungkwan and placed your hand on his shoulder. “Hey, is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he replied hastily. Obviously, everything wasn’t okay. For weeks now, he’d been mulling over the conflict in his heart. To everyone else, it was very clear that the chemistry you had with one another was off the charts. The only people who didn’t see it were you two.

“Are you sure?” Your forehead creased with concern. “Our tournament’s soon, and I want to make sure you’re okay. You can tell me anything, Seungkwan.”

And there it was — an arrow through his heart, the last straw, and his kryptonite. He collapsed on the floor, staring blankly at the ceiling. You quickly ran to his side, taking his hand and placing two fingers on his wrist.

“What are you doing?” he asked weakly.

You didn’t hear his words. No, your brain was preoccupied with his health. You knew Seungkwan always took great care of his body, always taking his vitamins and supplements. “Are you sick?” His pulse was racing and so you placed your hand on his forehead. His body was certainly warm, but it wasn’t due to a fever. Panicked, he sat up quickly, reassuring you that he felt fine. “Seungkwan, if you’re sick, we should take you to the doctor and get checked out.”

“I’m not sick,” he replied, his tone with you firm as he pulled his hand away.

“Then what is it? All practice today, you’ve been out of it and that’s not like you.”

“I’m fine, really.”

Worry washed over you. “Did I do something? Did I push you too hard today? If I did, I’m really sorry. I never meant to—”

“No, you didn’t do anything. I should be the one apologizing.”

“For what?”

“Um,” he hesitated. His mind was racing at high speed as the words in his heart struggled to come out of his mouth. “I have to tell you something.” Seungkwan fidgeted with his hands, his eyes looking everywhere but at you.

“What is it?”

To anyone else, Seungkwan always seemed to be overflowing with confidence, but inside, he was second-guessing his every word and every move. It was true that he was very popular amongst just about everyone, always breathing life into every room he walked into. And that was why you liked him. He was your energy bar after a long day, and quite frankly, playing volleyball wasn’t even the one thing you were most looking forward to when you walked into the gym. It was him.

“Seungkwan?” you asked again.

Suddenly, the words burst from his mouth like fireworks. “I like you!”

Your eyes widened in shock. “Seungkwan…”

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.” He quickly grabbed his bag and stood up. “I’m really sorry.”

Before he could take any more steps, you reached out to grab his hand. “Seungkwan, wait!”

He turned around, his eyes still avoiding yours. He knew this was a big mistake and now he had just put your entire friendship on the line. For what? All because he couldn’t contain the feeling inside his heart? Because every time he looked at you, the sun shone a little brighter, the music in his ears was a little louder, and his purpose in life became a little clearer. Scratch that, it became a lot clearer. He liked you, and there was no way he could deny it any longer. And hey, maybe even if you rejected him, maybe you could still be friends…after he had some time to get over the heartbreak.

“Seungkwan,” you repeated yourself. His name rolled off your tongue with a lot more ease than you ever expected, but when you like someone, that’s just how it goes, doesn’t it? “I like you, too.”

It was his turn to be surprised—in fact, he was so surprised, his legs gave out from under him. Luckily, your grip on his hand was tight and you were able to support him. Kind of.

“Are you okay?”

“Okay?” Seungkwan repeated your words as if he didn’t hear you clearly. “I’m more than okay.” His bright smile was enough to reassure you that he really was okay. It was all a lot to take in, but you were happy that you were doing it together.

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The Eagle and The Rabbit (Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader)

Anonymous said:

hiiican i request wakatoshi having a small and shy manager s/o who got lost in one of their matches and someone was tryna hit on her so, that so happens to be a player from the team they are playing against

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Word Count: 1,839

Summary: Your directional skills weren’t the best, but it never mattered as long as Ushijima was by your side. But what happens when he’s not?

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I hope you guys enjoy some more Wakatoshi bullshit lol. I still have quite a bit of requests I’m still shuffling through so please be patient with me with uploading new content. I’ll probably be doing two more requests before I close it for now. I want to write a bit more stuff that isn’t related to Haikyuu. I hope ya’ll are Kuroko no basket fans and Naruto fans😂👀 because that’s probably going to be my next set of fics coming out!

I would also like to dedicate this to not only this wonderful anon who had such a cute idea but also to my @sunshinewitchz​ who is a fucking simp for Wakatoshi. but aren’t we all?

Anyway please enjoy!:)

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“Wait.” Ushijima said, grabbing you by the collar of your team jacket, yanking you back to his side.

 You looked up at him in confusion, the rest of the team heading towards the changing rooms.

 “What is it Toshi?” you asked quietly.

 He stared at your sweet face for a moment, appreciating the cuteness that you were displaying right now. 

 “Your sense of direction is terrible. I’m worried that you’re going to get lost.” He said simply.

 You pouted at his words, while there was truth to it, he didn’t have to phrase it so bluntly.

 “I’ll be fine. We’ve been here before.” You said softly, fidgeting at the ends of your hair, a habit that you always had.

 You were Ushijima’s childhood friend turned girlfriend, as well as the manager of Shiratorizawa. A damn good one at that.

 The only issue was that - well yes, you got lost easily.  It had always been that way. Even as a child your sense of direction was extremely poor, and it didn’t improve as you got older. But to you it didn’t matter, Ushijima was always by your side, a constant protector in your life, so you never really thought about improving your directional skills.

 As long as he was with you. You were always safe.

 Ushijima frowned at your words. “You still get lost in places you’ve visited before.”

 You sighed softly, gently straightening his jacket. “It’s fine Toshi, you need to change. The rest of the team is going to start wondering where you went. Besides I have to finish doing my manager duties before your game starts.”

 He studied your face once more, his expression softening slightly. He rested his large hand on top of your head, gently ruffling the hair. “You work too hard. Don’t overdo it.”

 “You guys work harder, I just want to make it a little bit easier for you all.” you said quietly, giving him a sweet smile.

 Ushijima’s heart thumped hard in his chest, you were the sweetest thing he’s ever laid eyes on, and the fact that you were his… he had never been more content in his entire life. 

 He gently pressed his palm against your soft, plump cheek, feeling it warm under his touch. “I’ll see you in a bit. Pay attention to your surroundings.” he warned, before walking off.

 You giggled quietly to yourself, watching his retreating figure. Sometimes he was too overprotective.

 Not that you minded though. 

 You hummed quietly to yourself as you began filling up the water bottles, planning to make their drinks and finishing up the rest of your manager duties.

 By the time you had finished your duties, you hadn’t realized that it was getting close to the meet time with the boys, right before the match.

 But… where was that again?

 “Oh no.” you said quietly, mentally slapping yourself at the fact that Ushijima was right. You hadn’t been paying attention when you went to make the drinks for the team, you couldn’t remember how to get back to where you were before, because at least you could find your way to the gym from that point.

 You reached into your jacket pocket for your phone, only to come up empty handed. You slapped your forehead with your palm. Ushijima was holding onto it for you.

 “I guess I’ll just start walking and see where I end up. Hopefully, the boys are looking for me now.” You mumbled to yourself and turned down one of the hallways.

 But after making three wrong turns and still having now idea where you were, you started to get nervous.

 Ushijima was definitely going to lecture you. A lot.

 You were too wrapped up in your thoughts to even take notice of your surroundings. It wasn’t until you ran into something hard and warm that you realized you bumped into someone.

 You looked up and saw a guy with black spiky hair, he was wearing a volleyball jersey that you weren’t familiar with, and he was big… very big. 

 You looked away from his face immediately, a red blush coating your cheeks in embarrassment as you bowed to him carefully. “I’m so s-sorry.”

 Unbeknownst to you, the tall player was checking you out, a small smirk overcoming his features.

 “No worries. Are you here to cheer on your boyfriend or something?” he asked.

 “Um… n-no… actually I -” you stuttered out nervously. “Are you lost?” he interrupted, his eyes continuing their up and down movement on your small form.

 You started to feel uneasy, your eyes darting around to see if there was anyone else. The halls were empty.

 “Umm… kinda…” you said softly, trailing off. 

 His smirk widened, his hand resting on your shoulder forcefully. You winced in pain and fear from the sudden contact.

 “I can help you find your way… or we can have a bit of fun before my next match starts.” He said slyly, leaning down closer to your face.

 You flinched away, your heart racing like a hummingbird at this point, genuine fear prickled at your skin; stung at the backs of your eyes.

 “N-N-No thanks. I sh-should be going now…” you whimpered out quietly, attempting to free yourself from his grasp that was now clutching at your elbow.

 “What’s the hurry cutie?” he asked, backing you up against the wall, his hands now resting on either side of your head, preventing you from escaping.

 Your lips trembled as you bit back tears. Your heart was thumping painfully in your chest at this point, your body shaking like a caught rabbit, and the guy that was cornering you was the snake, preparing himself for his next meal.

 “It turns me on when you shake like that.” he whispered, eyes flashing dangerously as he leaned closer to your now tear stained face.

 “Waka-” “What the hell are you doing?” just as you were about to call out for your savior, he was already there.

 Your boyfriend’s large frame shook in anger, his glare was piercing as he stared down at your attacker.

 Rage was rolling off him in waves, his demeanor resembling that of an angry eagle, ready to kill.

 He was already in his uniform, his team jacket hanging off his broad shoulders, large hands clenched tightly into fists at his sides.

 The tall male that cornered you froze in fear, sweat beading on his forehead at the immense amount of pressure he was now feeling from the Shiratorizawa ace.

 “O-Oh, is this your manager?” the guy stuttered out, now noticing the similar jacket you wore.

 “That’s my girlfriend.” Ushijima stated, his voice a deep and dark baritone. “Get away from her. Now.”

 The male nodded rapidly, immediately stepping aside. “I’m s-sorry Ushijima-san. I didn’t know…”

 The icy glare that overtook Ushijima’s face sharpened, if looks could kill… that guy would be six feet under by now. He quickly walked over to the trembling volleyball player, grabbing the front of his jersey, and yanking him up to eye level.

 You had thought that the male that cornered you was huge, but compared to Ushijima, he was considerably small. A snake in the talons of a great white eagle.

 “It doesn’t matter that you didn’t know.” Ushijima said. “You shouldn’t be putting your filthy hands on any girl. People like you make me sick.”

 You had never seen anyone more scared before. But the same could be said about Ushijima as he glanced over at you. He had never seen you so fearful before. It made his blood boil as he took in your trembling figure and tear stained face, you had collapsed onto the floor at this point, your shaky legs no longer being able to hold you up.

 He gritted his teeth in anger before setting his eyes back on the figure in front of him. “I better not see you again.” he all but tossed the said male to the side, watching as he whimpered and scampered away.

 Before you knew it, Ushijima was at your side, his large and powerful body crouched down to your level. “Are you okay?” he murmured tenderly, hands already moving to cup your face.

 His eyes searched your face and body, making sure that you weren’t hurt. He didn’t notice any visible injuries to his relief, but he couldn’t stand the sight of the tears falling down your face.

 “Toshi.” you sobbed out, throwing yourself into the ace, not that the sudden movement moved his solid body. He pulled you tighter into his chest, his large hands rubbing against your back soothingly as you cried.

 He didn’t say anything as you cried, but his gentle touch, and the way that he held you, the way that his body crowded your small one, made you feel protected and loved. The heat from his hands sent a gentle comfort into your distressed heart, the coldness slowly seeping out of your body.

 Once your tears had turned into quiet hiccups, he gently moved you out of his chest so he could look at your face.

 His expression was soft as he gently wiped the remaining tears from your cheeks. 

 “Feel better?” he asked, tenderly cupping the side of your neck, his large thumb gently rubbing along your delicate jaw. 

 You nodded wordlessly, sniffling slightly as you rubbed at your eyes. He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, gently trailing more delicate kisses down your face before capturing your lips in a heartfelt kiss.

 A gentle claim that he was here, that you were safe, and that you were his. 

 All too soon he pulled away but pressed his forehead against yours. “Good. We need to go meet up with the others. Everyone was worried when you didn’t show up at the agreed time.” 

 “I’m sorry.” you whispered softly. “I got lost.”

 “We figured, that’s why we all went to look for you. I’m glad I got to you in time.” he said frowning, anger once again bubbling up as he thought of the position he had found you in. 

 He stood up, gently grabbing your hands, and pulling you up to your feet with ease. He tangled your fingers together as he tugged you along to the gym their match was going to be held out. 

 “Toshi?” you said quietly, gently squeezing his hand. 

 “Yes?” he asked, glancing down at you.

 You beamed up at him, the sweetest smile coating your lips, your eyes held nothing but love and adoration for the tall ace.

 “I love you.”

 He looked away from you as a soft blush covered his cheeks, his fingers squeezing you back. “I love you too.”

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 “How come that guy is deliberately avoiding you Wakatoshi?” Tendou asked, cocking his head to the side as he watched a guy with spiky hair flinching and running away from the ball whenever it was Ushijima’s turn.

 “Because he knows I’m going to break his arms.” Ushijima said bluntly, causing the familiar male to bow and apologize, much to everyone’s confusion.

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[milktea-kitty]

Hi! Idk if this is too long but uhh yeah! So basically y/n rlly likes tsukishima, and it’s obvious she’s like like kei! We are gonna get married one day. Stuff like that and and always tried to be near him but kei acts hard to get. so on Valentine’s Day she gives him a note and she’s like I’m sure you know I rlly like you and I want to ask you out. You don’t have to give me and answer right now tho.And she just walks away lol, so then that same day she goes to visit tsukishima at the gym like she always does and she hears him talking shit to yamaguchi. He’s like she’s annoying why can’t she take a hint that I don’t like her. I wish she would never talk to me. So she’s like heart broken and decides that she’s chased him for too long so she stops waiting for him at the school gate to walk with him, she stops giving him bento boxes and little snacks, she stops calling him by his first name, she stops saying hello everytime she sees him, and tsukishima misses her but when he tries to talk to her and accept her confession tsukishima sees y/n and hinata in a romantic moment, he looks at him like she used to look at hinata. :( sorry this is super long I had a dream about this 🟪🟪🟪🟪😳

@shoyosbitchh You’re mind is wonderful my friend

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Waiting 🥀

Paring: Tsukishima Kei x Reader

Warning: Angst

A/N: My first angst story and I hOPE the person who requested it likes it 🙏 thank you so MUCH for requesting. Remember they’re still open!!

Kei and (Y/N)

It wasn’t something tsukishima saw becoming a reality. She was just another fish in the sea.

‘An annoying, dumb, pretty little fish.’

Tsukishima met her his first-year at Karasuno, they were in the same class. (Y/n) didn’t know what it was about him that she felt drawn to at first. It all just fell into place when she saw him at his desk with his signature headphones on, staring out the window without a care in the world.

So she went up to him that day and tried to strike conversation.

Immediately, she learned what kind of person Tsukishima Kei was.

An arrogant little snot who was too know-it-all for his own good.

And that only made her fall more.

Everyday she would slowly make more of an effort to get closer to him. The more she felt comfortable, the more she joked around about them getting married and living together.

But not too far deep down, with all the treats and goodies she offers him, walking home together (which took a bit of convincing) and even calling him by his first name, she knew that all of it was true.

However, in Tsukishimas case...he was conflicted to say the least.

Sure he’s had plenty of annoying people come in and out of his life, but none like you.

You who never gave up for your best interests.

You who would try and visit him after practice just to give him something.

You who always teased him about having a romantic relationship.

And he hated it.

February at Karasuno was so irritating to Tsuki.

Couples at every corner being all close in each other’s faces, ‘disgusting’ he thought.

But of course, you had to top that when you enter his personal space during lunch hour.

“Keiiii~, tomorrow’s Valentine’s Day, whatcha gonna get me?” You ask jokingly.

“Why would I want to get you anything?” He replies not looking up from his homework.

“Don’t be like that, I’ve been so nice to you everydayyy”, you whined poking at his cheek.

“Tch, just because you do it doesn’t mean I have to return the favor. Go eat or something, you’re wasting your free time.” He groans, swatting away your hand.

You sign with a little pouty face and walk away. You weren’t all that sad, truth be told. It was just the way Tsuki is, however tomorrow would be the big day for you.

You were finally going to genuinely tell him about how you feel, no more teasing or joking.

Walking up to him during lunch the next day was a whole other story. You were so nervous even though you’ve done it a million times. ‘I guess this time is a little different’

However, you muster up the courage, and walk over to him card in hand.

Once he saw you just standing in front of his desk, he removes one side of his headphones before sighing,”Can I help you??”

“I-uh...this is for you Kei. I know I joke a lot about marrying you and stuff but, in all honesty I like you.”

He looks at you with an expression you’ve never seen before.

It wasn’t necessarily a cute, happy expression. But it wasn’t a “fuck off” expression either.

You lay the note down on his desk before muttering, “Y-You don’t have to give me an answer right now, I just um- yeah.”

You speed walk back to your desk and lay you head down looking at the opposite wall from Kei.

As the last few classes ended, you eyed him wondering if he was going to talk to you. But, he didn’t. He packed his bag up, putting the note in his volleyball bag and walked out.

‘Maybe he’ll give me an answer after practice’

You thought

Tsukishima hit a wall during this time in his life. (Figuratively and almost literally, he didn’t focus on what was in front of him cause he was thinking about you)

No ones ever “liked” liked him, or even if they did, they never confessed.

I guess walking home with you wasn’t too bad, and the food that you sometimes bring him tasted good and-

‘Damn it’

But he didn’t like the idea of dating. You being his girlfriend?

It sounded outrageous to him. I mean, you were such a pain in his ass, always trying to get him to talk more than he wanted.

Nevertheless, he still didn’t know what to do. To make matters worse, he hadn’t even opened the note you gave him yet.

Practice that day was somewhat weird. To him at least. His blocking was off and he couldn’t keep his eye on the ball like usual. Ukai had to pull him out of a set cause the ball hit him in the face like Hinata (he was so embarrassed). Yamaguchi and even some of the other guys noticed something was up.

When that awful evening came to an end, Kei and Tadashi were left to put equipment away and cleanup.

Little did he know that you were waiting outside, waiting for his answer, waiting for him.

“Hey Tsuki, did something happen today? You seem..off” Yamaguchi asks.

Tsukishima doesn’t know whether to tell the truth or just blow him off.

‘Screw it’

“...that girl (y/n) told me she liked me today.”

“Oh...well she jokes about that all the time what’s the-“

“She was serious this time.”

“....ah….well what’d you say?”

“I didn’t tell her anything, obviously. She’s so dense and annoying, I wish she’d just leave me alone, honestly.”

Tsukishima didn’t look at his friend while saying that, he didn’t know why.

“Oh..I just thought uh..never mind. I guess what you do is your business.” Yamaguchi tries to retort.

You stand outside the gym, tears streaming down like a flood, hand covering your mouth so neither of them could hear your whimpers of pain.

‘I’m so stupid.’ You thought

You walk slowly away from the gym head down.

Then a walk became a run.

Then a run became a sprint.

And soon, a whimper became a scream of defeat.

The next day, Tsukishima waited for you to come up behind him or give him a bright “Good morning Kei”

But you didn’t, you came in and sat down without a word, your glow deafened.

When lunch came around, he caught you walking back in the hallway.

“...hi (y/n)” he chimed.

“Oh um..hi Tsukishima” you muttered, looking and walking away

‘Fuck’

He felt every part of his heart shatter. He stood still, eyes wide and full of worry.

You were the same for the rest of the day. Avoidant, still, numb.

It was like all the life had been sucked out of you.

Your gorgeous smile was gone.

Walking back to the gate, you passed the club room building after school was over

Then, the thought of ‘Does Kei have practice today?’ crossed your mind,

You realized that you didn’t have to ask yourself that question anymore, because you didn’t need to wait for him anymore. Not at the gate, and not for answer.

You press you back against the building and fall, bringing your knees to your head and crying once again.

“(Y/n)?”

You look up and see a mess of red headed hair and kind brown eyes.

“Hinata..” you try and wipe away your tears and sniffle, “you don’t...have practice today??”

He nods his head no replying,” Gym inspection…(y/n) are you okay?”

He kneels down and sits next to you.

“No..But I don’t want to talk about it either.”

“That’s okay! I’ll just-..I’m here for you if you need me.”

“...thank you Shoyo.”

He gives you a flustered smile, with a pair of rosy cheeks, responding, “N-no problem.”

Leaving the classroom, Tsukishima at least hoped you were waiting for him at the gate to walk home.

He shouldn’t have ignored you.

Hell, he shouldn’t have said that shit about you being annoying to Tadashi.

His thoughts are interrupted with the sound of your voice talking to someone.

He follows it peaking the corner of the club room building and then..he sees it.

The look you used to give him.

The look he loved so much, the soft smile, the little pink cheeks, the bright eyes.

He saw it...giving it to Hinata.

And just like you.

A walk became a sprint.

And an insult became a silent, unheard

I love you.

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[tooruluv]

Tobio Kageyama x F!Reader ( part 3 )

❝ goodbyes hurt when the story is not finished, but the book is closed. tell me, have we started a new one? ❞

description: it had been years since you and kageyama broke up. it had been years since the two of you left each other, hatred brewing. fate works in funny ways, you thought, as you caught his eye across the café. love works in funny ways, you thought, as you woke up in his bed the next morning, his fiance calling his phone.

genre: forbidden love, cheating, ex lovers, (all characters are aged up)

word count: 1,724

warnings/notes: strong language, cheating, lowkey toxic relationship. but what else is new? this one doesn’t have anything crazy

tag list: @kara-grayson04​​ @sadhwstudent​​ @unlikelytigerqueen​ @kageyamavibes​

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“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

Tobio Kageyama stood there, only in sweats, and shrugged. He shrugged. You were about to throw something, hit him with anything, when he spoke. This wasn’t the worst fight the two of you had ever been in, but it was definitely up there.

Because this time, it was you doing most of the yelling. “Hana? Out of everyone? Out of everyone? Are you fucking serious?”

The day you told Kageyama that you were leaving. That day had been the last time you and Kageyama talked. Or, rather, he talked.

It was something you knew for a really long time. Your parents had received a job in the states and you had held off telling him that you were going for as long as you could. Until you couldn’t anymore.

Makeup running down your face, hot tears streaming down your cheeks. And he stood in front of you.

“Why didn’t you tell me before?”

Because you couldn’t bare the thought of telling him. Because you couldn’t look at his face when you said you were going to be gone. Because you didn’t know how he would react. Because you didn’t want to go.

But, despite all of those reasons, you said, “I was scared.”

“You were scared to tell me?”

“Yeah.”

You were literally standing at the airport. In front of the door, your plane ready to take off in two hours. When you said you waited until last second, you truly did.

“You were scared? You waited months. Months.”

“I know I did.” You reached forward but he stepped back. More tears fell down your face. “I just… I just couldn’t think of a way to tell you. I love you so much and I… I didn’t want to say goodbye.”

“How’s this for goodbye,” Kageyama barely blinked. “I hate you.”

Your body seized. Hana, who stood beside you, took your hand but you didn’t feel it. Your entire being fell numb.

“You let me believe we had more time. You let me stay with you, fall in love with you, all when you knew. You knew that you were leaving. And you didn’t tell me for months. I hate you.”

“I hate you.” You would hate him, too, if it was the other way around.

“Babe!”

You stood at the door to the gym, a bag of food for your boyfriend. He had been so preoccupied trying to master this move for volleyball and hadn’t spent much time with him, so you figured you would leave him some food for that break he takes between practice ending and his own practice (which means several hours with Hinata after everyone left).

The entire team turned to face you. Tobio Kageyama’s face flushed.

He rushed to you, long strides pulling him across the gym. Over his shoulder, two of the boys followed.

“Hey, uh,” Kageyama was awkward. It made you giggle. “What’re you doing here?”

“I brought you some food.” You handed him the bag, and a bottle of water just in case. “You didn’t eat lunch today and I wanted to make sure you at least had a little bit.”

“Kageyama, who is this?” one of the boys, the shorter one, asked as the other one, the tall bald one, said “You didn’t tell us you had a girlfriend!”

“Hi!” you smiled and waved at them.

The team introduced themselves, and you smiled at all of them. Kageyama may have been your boyfriend, but he wasn’t one to introduce you to friends. Or, rather, teammates. Daichi, the captain, even started to lecture your boyfriend on his lack of eating.

“I had milk…” he mumbled.

“Listen, it isn’t what you think.” Is all Kageyama said. Of course it was all he said.

“It isn’t what I think?” you scoffed, looking to the ceiling. “We broke up and you’re marrying my best friend. It’s exactly what I think.”

“Your best friend that you haven’t talked to in five years.”

“Two.”

“What?”

“Two years. I haven’t talked to her in two years.” You were pissed. Maybe a good old catch up with Hana would make things up, maybe punching her in her stupid perfect teeth would make the nausea in your stomach go away. “And it’s because she stopped talking to me.”

“I don’t get why you’re mad at me.” He was just as pissed, and he probably had way more pent up anger at you. “Maybe if you actually put effort into things, you wouldn’t be in this position.”

“Maybe if I put an effort into things? You’re fucking ridiculous.”

“Yes, if you put an effort into things. Maybe if you fucking talked to people, maybe if you stayed, maybe if you…”

“You know what? I don’t want to hear you tell me what to do or what I should’ve done when you’re the one who cheated on your fiancé.”

“Crazy how you’re this mad when you’re the mistress.”

You grabbed a couch pillow and threw it at him. It was the closest thing you could grab. You wanted a glass, or a plate. Maybe that fake potted plant in the corner will go next.

“You’re such a dick!” you yelled, getting ready to throw another pillow.

Somehow, he reached you before you could throw it. He caught your hands with his wrists, stopping you. You were breathing heavy.

“You know, I thought running into you would give some closure.” Kageyama said. His voice was low, calm, collected. “I thought that maybe, this was it and it was one final time to get the last of the feelings out of my system.”

“Yeah, me too.” You stared into his eyes. They were just as blue as when you left. “Guess we were both wrong.”

You ripped your arms out of his grasp. He let you.

“Marrying Hana. My best friend.” You were standing further away, but you could still feel his breath. “That’s probably lower than anything I’ve ever done to you.”

And you left. You turned around, snatched your bag, and left. As the elevator closed, you watched him watch you.

Hana was the one who hugged you before you left. She was the last one, other than your family, to see you. She held your head, pulled you to her body, let you cry on her shoulder until they called your plane.

She was your best friend.

While you were in the states, she would facetime you. Call you. Text you updates.

The day you left, she texted you. She kept her end of the deal, too.

hana <3: told tsuki today hana <3: we kissed!! basically i was nervous for no reason lol

you: omg omg omg congrats! at least one of us is having a good time hfksbfsksl

hana <3: don’t worry ab boys. ur gonna have so much fun and meet new people. im always here 4 u.

“I’m on my way over.” You spoke into the phone, hands still shaking with withheld anger.

“You sound pissed. Can’t wait.”

The first time you and Kageyama kissed was a little bit into the relationship. It was a couple of months in, and he asked you to go for a walk with him.

“A walk?” you asked, looking around your room for a fitting outfit. “It’s early. And it’s Saturday.”

“I know. I’m outside of your house. Meet me outside whenever you’re ready.”

“You’re insane. Give me five.”

That week, you spent time with Oikawa. Your stomach flipped with the idea that Kageyama had finally had enough of you hanging out with him, or maybe he was going to tell you that he was jealous again. You didn’t know, but an early morning walk with your boyfriend didn’t sound very relaxing.

Cautiously, you met him on your porch. He greeted you with a simple nod, hands in his pockets.

“Um, before we begin, can I say something?” he asked.

You nodded. A jolt through your entire body.

“I know that I complain a lot. And I know that I… I know that I’m not very good with feelings.” He was talking slowly. Practiced. “But I want you to know that even though you spend time with Oikawa, I know that he’s your best friend and I just get jealous. And I want you to know that I know you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.” You confirmed.

“So, I wanted to do this before we started walking.”

And, with that, he leaned down and kissed you. It was a small kiss, a peck to your lips, and he had to bend down to do so. But you felt everything lift off of your shoulders. You were flying.

When he pulled back, he smiled. Genuinely. You did, too.

“Now, I think a walk is in order.” You looped your arm through where he still held his in his pockets.

Oikawa opened the door, tilting his head at the sight of you. You stood in his doorway, very obviously stressed out and face red with both tears and yelling. You had your hood up, hair still messy from the night.

“You look like you just got done having the best dick ever.” He joked.

You rushed forward, capturing his lips with yours. He staggered back, gripping your hips as you closed the door with your ankle. He didn’t hesitate to kiss you back. You were chest to chest, your hands on his shoulders and standing on your toes.

He pulled away to ask, “So we’re doing this again?”

“I’m pissed off.” You kissed him again. Your hands held the waistband of his jeans. “I’m in dire need of a very big distraction.”

“I’m not complaining.” Oikawa grabbed your jaw and pulled you in again.

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𝕊𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕆𝕟𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖

A Kenma Kozume Fic

Part 1, 2, 3, 4

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a/n: Since this is the first chapter it's kind of short. More like an introduction to the plot and such. It will be kinda quick and cheesy but I promise it'll get better lol. Enjoy~

warnings: mild language and mentions of toxic relationship

word count: 1513

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JUNE 7TH

"Damn you never listen do you Y/n! I told you that I had reserved us tickets to a game and you're not even ready. We have to leave in 10 minutes, get off the stupid game. Now."  I sighed looking up at my boyfriend. Turning my head back to my monitor and focused back on my game.  "Hello, do you hear me? Or are you talking to your other boyfriend that weird Japanese kid? You know-"

"Kenma."

"What?"

"His name is Kenma. You know that. Also, I'm not ready because I'm not going." I stated not looking away from the screen. "We always go out to where you wanna go. I do the things you like but the one time I ask to go somewhere you immediately deny it because you're not interested in it. Therefore, Dillion, I'm not going."  He stared at you in confusion. It took him a moment to process but then the light went off in his head.

"Are you talking about that Comic Market thing? Babe, one, that's in Japan-" I pause my game and mute my discord because little did he know Kenma was on with me building away at his cottage in Minecraft while listening to us two bicker.

"My mother already said it was okay she wanted to go as well so she could see the sights. It's summer so we it's not like I have to be back in time for school. This is the only big thing that I have ever asked from you and you dont even have to pay for it. I've saved up enough. I've planed where we can stay, where we can eat, everything. So, I'm going to tell you this. You're either in or out because I'm going whether you like it or not." I was now face to face with him standing my ground. I had been planning this for months, worked an exhausting amount of hours, done tons of research for this trip. I planned to stay for about a week and meet my best friend Kenma Kozume by surprising him at his volleyball practice then, taking him to the comic market. To be honest I didn't want Dillion to come anyway. For some unknown reason, he hates Kenmas guts, maybe just because it's another guy. I have to admit we do talk a lot but I've never put Kenma before him. I try to be the best girlfriend and be present in our relationship but I've had enough. Dillion grabs my torso and pulls me in.

"Look I'll go to the lame ComicCon thing with you when it's in America where we live. I don't see why we have to spend so much to go to this we are only 16 we need to be saving up for our futures. I'm out Y/n." I sighed into his chest knowing this was coming.

"Of course you are... Usually, by now I would give in and agree with you but not this time. I'm going."

"Fine whatever. Then I'll be waiting for you when you get back." he pats my head. I was honestly surprised that he didn't fight back. I kiss him and run to put on an outfit. "What are you doing?"

"We still have five minutes, I'm getting ready!" I yell from my bathroom. I grabbed some sweats and a t-shirt and threw them on, groomed my h/l h/c hair, and walked back out.

"Hey, Kenma I have to go. Date night."

"Okay let me know when you get back I need to talk to you about something." his voice sounded tired which would make sense we had been playing for 3 hours non-stop. I turn off my computer and walk out with Dillion.

Ｋｅｎｍａ＇ｓ ＰＯＶ

~Y/U has disconnected from the server~

I stayed on the game a couple more hours decorating the outside of the cottages me and y/n had built. She saw it on TikTok and thought it was cute but didn't know that it would take this long. His voice lingered in my head "Do you even listen to me y/n!". Of course, she does idiot she loves you. When they started arguing I knew it was gonna end up a mess again. It's like this every couple of weeks. They fight and argue and she always ends up leaving our game. Seems like it's only when she's on with me... Doesn't matter what matters is that she doesn't deserve to be treated like a possession. She does whatever he wants without much fight. It breaks my heart when she comes back on the server. She always sounds tired and down but she still talks to me even if it's for a short time.

"Hey, Kenma wanna come practice with me?" Kuroo's voice brought me out of my thoughts I hadn't noticed I was smiling while thinking about her until my black-haired friend started teasing me about it. "Ooo you're smiling. What's going on?"

"Nothing just playing games."

"With your girlfriend I presume. HEY Y/N!!" he yelled into my mic which was right next to my ear.

"She's not on right now. Also, I told you she's not my girlfriend she has someone." I look down at my phone screen that read '1:30 pm' she should be home by now and getting ready for bed. "Sorry Kuroo I'll come out later I need to talk to Y/n," I say getting into my bed patiently waiting for her call.

"Fine dude but remember I'm actually here. You've never even met her yet you're obsessed," he smirks and walks out of my room. Almost as if on cue my phone rings I pick it up and hear Y/ns sleepy voice.

"Hey Kenma how is your morning?" Of course, she asks that first, she's so sweet.

"It's been good. I added some flowers around the cottage and made a farm for us. How was your date?" she took a few seconds to respond.

"It was fine. We went to a basketball game which I'm not completely into and it was really loud. I had to sit in the bathroom because I had a panic attack. Other than that it was fine."

"You know you can text me when that happens right? You shouldn't be alone during that kind of stuff." I fidget with my blanket as I wait for a response.

"Ya, I know. I didn't want to bother you though. Hey, what did you need to talk to me about earlier?" I get up off my bed to grab a notebook. I've been planing on asking her this for a couple of weeks I just needed a good way to ask so that way it didn't sound like I was trying to "hit on her"? I dont know.

"Oh um yeah okay so..." I read over my note and finally compose myself. "...I was wondering if you wanted to come to Japan to watch my team play in our tournaments and possibly go to nationals?" I mumble out. As I said that out loud I realized it sounded like I was asking her to move here. She's on summer break right now though so just maybe.

Ｙｏｕｒ ＰＯＶ

I muted myself and squealed. This is perfect. Other than when school starts this fall perfectly with me meeting him AND I'll get to stay in japan longer to watch him play. I unmute myself and quickly responded.

"Duh I would love too but you know we would have to a very detailed plan that out then get our parents on board and I would have to do something about school. Plus, I don't know how Dillion would react to me moving to another continent to watch another boy play a sport would go." I hear Kenma dramatically sigh.

"He's such an ass to you though. You guys fight all the time and you always give in to what he wants. I'm saying this because I'm your best friend. Break. Up. With. Him." I fall back on my pillows and look at the picture of me and Dillion on my nightstand.

"I know we fight a lot but he always makes up for it. I love him Kenma. I do admit that I come crying to you a lot about him and I'm sorry I shouldn't annoy you with that. He's a good guy I promise." there was a long silence and let out a yawn. "Well I should be going to bed now its like midnight here and I have to work in the morning. Bye Kenma have a good day."

"Goodnight y/n sleep well." the line cuts out, I plug in my phone and snuggle back into my sheets.

Oh just you wait Kenma I'll be in Japan sooner than you think.

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[pies-writes-and-more]

So I saw this tik tok trend of “would you hit your girl as hard as you can for 1 billion 💵?” And I was thinking how tsukki would answer “no 😑” if you asked him cuz 1. He knows you’d be anxious at the anticipation 2. You crying would break his heart 3. This tik tok question is stupid cause who’d be paying the money?? Right no one, so it’s pointless. Dumbest question ever (wanted to share a funny thought)

Omg I’m dead this was the funniest thing I’ve gotten today 😂😂😂😂

This was too hilarious of an idea so I thought I’d make this a cute funny little headcanon thing! @blue-peach14 thank you so much for sending this in!!!! It was literally the funniest thing for me to read while I was at work haha. Hope you don’t mind me turning it into a little headcanon piece!

Warnings: None but probably some swearing lol and you know... the fact that some of them actually hit you lol

Characters: Tsukishima Kei, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Hinata Shoyo, Kageyama Tobio, Ennoshita Chikara, and Oikawa Tooru, all with a GenderNeutral!Reader (let me know if I used something gendered so I can change it pls!)

A/N: Thank you to @satan-ruler-of-hells and @thisnoodlewritesao3 for being such inspirations and helps for this 😂❤️and obviously @blue-peach14 for the idea :)

Tsukishima:

“What a stupid question”

Really just says this and rolls his eyes because he needs to consider the options

Would you??? Want him to do it??? Or were you testing how nice he was????

He decides it’s stupid cause who would pay for this???

Points this out to you and you’re just like omg Tsukki it’s just a funny little thing

Gives you a little annoyed look and decided on no (he really hates the look of tears welling in your eyes... it would be even worse if he were the one to hit you)

Flicks you in the head anyways but kisses it better immediately

Ushijima:

Didn’t understand what you were asking

Hits the top of your head cause he thought that’s what you wanted but like gently

You’re like ???? Um ushijima it’s not real

And he’s like what’s not??

Both of you just standing there like... what?

You laugh when you realize he didn’t get it

Have to explain it again and he just stands there with a furrow in his brow

“Would you... want me to hit you? Would that make you happy?”

You’re like um Ushi that’s a lot of money so yes. We could buy a lot of food

So you agree on yes together haha

Hinata:

@thisnoodlewritesao3 @satan-ruler-of-hells and I all agreed on this one

Would 100% hit himself on the head

Definitely didn’t understand the question

“Hinata why would you hit yourself??”

“For the money?”

“Hinata you’re supposed to hit me!”

O.O “why would I want to hit you”

“For the money!”

“But that’s why I hit myself”

A little back and forth before he refuses because he never wants to hurt you

Still insists he gets hit instead

Tells you he has a lot of experience since he gets hit in the face during volleyball a lot

Kageyama overhears and appears suddenly because he too wants to hit hinata

Kageyama:

A certified dummy

Whacks you in the head and is like so where do we collect the money

Man put effort in this hit too like damn okay leave a fricken bump 😭

Feels bad when he realizes it was a rhetorical thing

turns into a red blueberry boi because he just can feel the guilt eating him up inside

Kisses your little bruised bump cause he’s feeling v bad

internally yelling at himself pls tell him it’s okay because now he thinks you’re going to leave him and that’s literally the last thing he wants 

he loves you so much he just only has one braincell and it’s playing volleyball

Brings you milk and your favourite juices cause they apparently will help heal you

Ennoshita:

Shakes his head when you ask, but you can’t tell if it’s out of disappointment or if he’s answering the question

Takes your phone away and tells you to stop watching so many tiktoks

(this is the third tiktok related thing you’ve asked him. Man is fed up 😂)

When you insist on an answer he tells you “obviously not”

Refuses to hurt you no thanks he is a good boy thank you very much

Will not discuss further, shuts you up about it by buying you food

Oikawa:

Didn’t even let you finish the sentence

Man hit you hard too 😂

“Oikawa would you hit me-“

SmACK

You just standing there like wtf oWWW????

He just smile like the pretty boy he is 😇

“don’t ask for things you don’t want”

“If you had let me finish my fucking sentence” 🥺

Lots of kisses after, feels a little bad for hitting you but also not really 😂

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[eyezari]

math tutor (tsukki x f!reader)

you’ve been annoying tsukishima to be your math tutor considering he was the top student and he keeps rejecting you,, one day you finally give up and ask the second top student for help and he clearly was not happy about it

consider this!!!

→ gender-neutral y/n!  

→ little angst.... if you squint..

→ possessive tsukki?? is this even a warning

→ not punctuated correctly

“just this one question? surely...!” you plead, holding tightly onto your textbook. you were so close to failing this semester and you really needed your average to be lifted through the upcoming exams. when everyone thought it was the easiest subject, you found it the most difficult. 

so you’re back again, the next day. tsukki was used to you coming up to him every lesson to ask for help,, in fact its been going on since the beginning of the year. and he never helped. not once. 

you don’t know why you kept coming back and begging him when you knew damn well he was gonna give you the same harsh answer. he would say things like, ‘are you dumb? of course not.’ or ‘not in a million years.’ and his personal favourite, ‘please come back during business hours.” (you still don’t know when that is)

yamaguchi, who sat next to him looked at you two amused. “please! this is probably the most difficult one yet. khan academy didn’t help. i’ve tried everything.” tsukishima didn’t even bat an eye, he didn’t even spare a glance and his head down onto his page. you sigh. 

“y/n, who do you take me for?” he finally said and you sigh again. you were seriously lost and the math teacher is always out of the room doing whatever. the revision notes, you just didn’t understand. and your friends just gave you shallow explanations. 

the reason why you went to him in the first place is when you overheard him teaching another girl in class. she didn’t understand anything but it’s like he adapted her learning method and explained it to her like it was the easiest thing in the world. after that, that girl never failed to get good grades. ‘why doesn’t he wanna teach me?.. it’s just one question..’ you thought. 

to be honest, your heart would just ache whenever you thought about it. he decided to help someone else and they passed the whole year but couldn’t give you a single answer. you groan, scratching your head when you read the question again. then you turned to hinata, “hey, tsukishima has helped you guys out before right?”

“tsukishima? yeah but he gave up after and refused to teach us anymore, lol.” he smiles at you before going back to playing with his volleyball keychain. oh. so it was really just you who he refused to help. maybe it’s because you’re not close? no, you’ve known each other for quite sometime.. as.. friends. wait, no.. acquaintances? your jaw dropped as you realised, ‘does he not even think of me as a friend......bruh..’ 

you shook your head and just kept doing the rest of the practice test, skipping questions that you were unsure of.

the next week after you marked your practice test; you realised you were still way behind. you barely passed half of it, with an underwhelming score of 30 out of 58. you still didn’t understand most of it. not even photomath explained well. you sneak a peek at tsukki’s paper... 58 out of 58.. huh. interesting. he recently went on a training camp for volleyball club and still managed to study well. you stood up to stand in front of his desk which was next to yours. 

“tsukki.” you try and get his attention, but with his headphones on his head, it might be difficult. you repeated his name several times, nervously fidgeting with your fingers. you noticed he was in a sort of sour mood after his volleyball training camp and you couldn’t help but to feel bad you were disturbing him. 

with a scowl on his face, he removes his headphones. “what now?”

you became even more nervous now that his attention was on you. “um, can i just ask how you did the quadratic relations part.. i just don’t quite understand.” you said quietly. 

he only glared at you. “y/n, you must be fucking with me.” he said suddenly, catching you off guard. “how many times do i have to say no? it’s been too long. don’t you know how to give up? you’re so annoying honestly, get it through your brain. i’ll never teach you anything” those words hit you like a truck. especially because they came from tsukki. 

tears stung at your eyes and honestly, you were at a loss for words. you wanted to apologise and explain yourself but you couldn’t. a thought went through your head, ‘maybe it is annoying to constantly ask him for help..’ 

you muttered a “sorry” before quickly returning to your seat, not to mention that yamaguchi was quite shocked too and gave you an apologetic smile. you felt extremely embarrassed he just said that in front of the whole class. a few minutes later, you excused yourself from class and ran to the bathroom just to fix yourself up. somehow, you were choking on your tears.

it really shouldn’t have hurt you this much, but knowing you made tsukki dislike you even more just hit a different nerve. 

the next few days, you’ve been trying hard. but clearly not hard enough since you are still barely passing the revision. you were extremely disappointed in yourself since you did make an effort to learn but it simply wasn’t enough. you really wanted to apologise to tsukki but knew it would make things worse so you didn’t even try to talk to him. but you were hopeless, you just needed the explanation to the topic because you didn’t have anyone around you to ask. 

then you had an idea... the second top student named saiki came back from his trip. surely he’d help you just a little bit. you glance to your right, to where his desk was. and he did attend school! working up the courage to ask him, you turned to him. “welcome back.” and he smiled at you, waving at you. 

“how are your studies?” he said, resting his head on his palm. 

you groaned, “bad. i am literally hopeless at this. do you mind just explaining the parabola thing? i just don’t get it.” this caught the attention of many people around you. especially tsukki. your classmates suddenly thought it was weird you weren’t bugging tsukishima, maybe you have finally learnt your lesson. 

yamaguchi’s ears perked up as well, and suddenly everyone was lowkey trying to listen. “yeah!” and you smiled brightly. saiki moves his desk to get closer to you and he starts explaining the problem. at first it was confusing, but he tried to dumb it down for you as much as possible. you were seriously grateful because you understood most of it.

“thank you so much, jesus christ.” you sighed in relief. “so it opens downwards and the directrix is 2?” 

“yup. good job.” he pats you on the head. you smiled back. 

“wrong.” someone called out randomly, and you turned to your left to see it was tsukishima. “it’s 4.” he looked displeased. extremely.

saiki looked lost. “hm, i wonder where i made the error. do you mind explaning it to me then?” he asks tsukki.

his face darkened. “i do mind,,” and saiki just smiled awkwardly.

“y/n, it’s been a couple weeks. i’ll teach myself and i’ll get back to you later. is that fine with you?” saiki offered, returning his desk to the original position.

“yeah, thank you.” you grinned. you turned to your left again and saw tsukishima basically frowning.

why is he so rude today? what’s going on? is he okay? your head fills with random thoughts as you worry about him. 

the lesson seemed to go for hours and the heavy atmosphere between the two of you grew and it was excruciating. when you were finally dismissed, you had to stay back to clean the classroom. but you didn’t expect tsukki and yamaguchi to stay back too, considering they have club activities.

“hey yamaguchi, don’t you guys have club activities?” 

“yeah, we do but tsukki is on class duty. i’m about to leave soon.” he said sheepishly, grabbing his bag. 

so coincidentally you were on class duty with tsukishima. out of all days, you sighed heavily. 

you two were left in the class and he didn’t hesitate to start moving the desks. but you stood still, and stared at him. he was so pretty. 

heat rose to your cheeks as you recollected your thoughts and started packing up. it was an awkward silence as you two tidied the room. you were in the middle of wiping the board when he suddenly said, “open your textbook.” 

you were taken back. “what?” 

“you heard me.” he said bluntly. “open your textbook.”

“but why?” you stuttered a little bit.

“do you want me to teach you or not?” 

your face flushed. teach you? your mind blanked. “hnnn...” you couldn’t form coherent sentences “yes.. please.” 

he began to tutor you the study material. tsukki was obviously frustrated trying to teach you. it was like teaching a cat how to do dog tricks after all. you scratched your head at one question, still not getting it. 

you pursed your lips. it’s been 10 minutes and you’re not past the first half of the question. tsukki groans. “what you do is..” he explained it perfectly. but it went straight through your ears. you were too busy staring at his features, he was so close to you. 

this was the first time you realised how hard you fell for him, and tears pricked your eyes as your cheeks began to turn red. holy shit. i really like him. but chances are, i’m just a nobody to him. 

“y/n. are you even paying attention? this is why i didn’t wanna teach you.” he pinched his nose in stress. your heart sank. you didn’t want to inconvenience him any further.

“we can stop now, it’s getting late and you still have club activities right? i can buy you snacks tomorrow. thank you tsukishima.” you said with a sheepish smile. 

he furrowed his eyebrows. you just used his real name and not his nickname. he just found it odd how you wanted to stop so soon. you started packing up your things.

“it’s not even past 5. you need to learn this chapter.” he said abruptly. 

you stood up and grabbed your bag. “no, no seriously, it’s okay. i’ll just study tomorrow and-”

he grabbed your wrist and pulled you down. “and let you talk to saiki? no thanks.”

you were speechless once again, face red once more. “only i can teach you. understand?” he looks at you right in the eyes and all you wanted to do in that moment was to disappear. reluctantly, you nod. 

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you can clearly tell my language is eu/au LMFAOO its the ‘surely’ for me GUYS COMMENT PLS ! I NEED INTERACTIONS 

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[happy-littleblog]

Uh hi can you do Kei Tsukishima crushing on a girl who is 5'7 wears glasses and is a powerhouse in volleyball even a world champion that not only goes to the same school but is also the exact same class as he is but she looks and behaves like she couldn't hurt a fly. I just found your blog and I really enjoy it 👉👈☺️

Pretty Volleyball Player (Tsukishima x Reader)

Thank you! I’m glad you like my blog🥺✌️

Warnings: name

Summary: Y/n get transferred into Tsukki’s class and for the first time Tsukki has a crush

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Tsukishima Kei wasn’t the type of guy to have crushes, sure lots of first year girls had crushes on the volleyball player but he had never met a girl worth crushing on, until Y/n L/n transferred into his class.

She was like the female version of him, glass, tall and a volleyball player on the girls team, the only difference was she had sweet smile on her face as she sat in the only open desk in the room which happened to be in front of him. She was the best player on the girl team at Karasuno girl, it was amazing that she even chose to go to Karasuno since she got in Shiratorizawa with a volleyball scholarship. She was the total package to any guy at the school. Sweet, gentle, athletic and not to mention cute which got his heart pumping just a tiny bit as she smiled at him.

Later that day as the Tsukki and Tadashi were walking to practice when they saw that the boys gym doors were still shut with most of boys team standing in front of them.

“What’s going on?” Tadashi asked as they approached them.

“The boys gym is closed for today, for whatever reason.” Daichi said crossing lol his arms

“How are we gonna practice!?” Hinata yelled in horror causing Kagayama to hit the back of his head to shut him up.

“We could ask the girl to share their gym.” Suga suggested making Nishinoya and Tanaka light up.

“Yeah let’s totally do that!” Tanaka yelled excitedly.

“I guess we could talk to Michimiya. But you guy have got to be on your best behavior, AND NOT DISTURB THE GIRLS!” He yelled directing it towards Tanaka and Noya causing the both to shrink down a bit. The two boys nodded and followed Daichi to the girl gym where they were already practicing.

“Hey Michimiya!” Daichi yelled over the sounds of Volleyballs causing the girl stop in their tracks.

“Oh hey Daichi!” She said nervously walking towards them. “What can I do for you?”

“Can we share the gym today? The boys gym is closed today.” She nodded with a bright smile.

“Sure! We don’t mind.” Daichi thanked her multiple times before she walked off to the group of girls

“Alright guys, please be respectful of the girls, their captain didn’t have to let us use the gym so be nice.” As the boys got warmed up Tsukki saw Y/n working hard on blocking with the captain with the same stone faced look from class. He couldn’t help but feel his hard hammer on his chest as she looked back at him and smirked lightly before looking back at her captain.

“You good Tsukki?” Tadashi asked noticing how out of it he was today.

“Nothing, I’m fine.”

Both teams ended at the same time so once Tadashi walked towards his own house, he saw Y/n walking down the road by herself. He knew he would lose the nerve of he did talk to her now.

“Hey! Y/n!” He called after her

“Um hi.” She smiled nervously stopping to let Kei catch up to her.

“I’m Tsukishima Kei.”

“I know who are you silly, I sit in front of you remember.” Her smile was so contagious he couldn’t help but smile along with her.

“Yeah yeah I remember. Um can I walk you home maybe?” He asked hopefully making Y/n blush wildly.

“Yeah sure, that would be nice.” She stuttered out hiding her blush with her hands.

“You’re uh really good at volleyball.” Tsukki said awkwardly doing his best to try and flirt cause lord knows this man has never done that in his life.

“Thank you, I work hard. You’re pretty great too.”

“I’m nothing special, Hinata and Kageyama are the real stars of the team. I’m just tall.”

“Well being tall does help a lot of volleyball I should know. But you shouldn’t put yourself down like that, you’re a good player even if Hinata and Kageyama are the ‘stars’ of the team.” He nodded along with what she was saying as they approached her house.

“Thank you for walking he home Tsukki.” She smiled, normally he would of told her to never call him that but for some reason he liked it when she said it, it rolled off her tongue so easily.

“Yeah no problem.” He said awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

“Maybe you could walk me home tomorrow to?”

“Yeah sure! That would be great! See you tomorrow Tsukki.” Before walking inside she leaned up to kiss his cheek before rushing inside her house. Leaving him stunned with cheeks cherry red.

#tsukishima kei x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu!! imagines #tsukishima x reader #x reader #imagines #kei x reader #request are open #request

[myheroheacanons]

are you in love?

- A hangout between a group of friends, turns into possibly the worst day ever when you find out how your childhood love feels about you. 

Pairing: shoto todoroki x reader     

Word count : 1,487 words          

Genre: Angst              

Warning: angst, angst, angst    

a/n: This is isn’t my best work but it’s been an emotional day. This specific fic means a lot to me because this is something that I had to go through. Unrequited love hurts like a bitch. I choose Todoroki because my crush is literally him personality wise lol. Me and this person went through so much and thinking back, many things hurt me as I reminisce what happened these past 13 years of knowing him. Yet I still love him. And I guess I won’t stop in the near future. Enjoy!  

You laughed as you landed another hit and the volleyball flew up into the sky. “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT L/N” Bakugou yelled at you waving his fist around. “Like you can do any better” you teased and laughed. That made a vein pop out on his forehead. Nothing could beat this. Playing volleyball with your best friends. As the ball flew to the other side, you watched Todoroki jump up and set it up. Then, Mina jumped up and spiked the ball, hitting Kaminari who was on your team with it. “I’m so sorry, Kami!” she exclaimed as you dropped to the floor and examined Kaminari’s laying body. “Since when were you good at volleyball, Ashido?” Kaminari asked, groaning. She just shrugged in response. Your eyes yet again landed on your childhood friend, who you just happened to have a crush on. Todoroki was talking with Momo. They were both smiling and laughing, in their own little world. You sighed and stood up from your crouching position. What you would do for him to look at you like that. You and Todoroki had a lot of dirty water between the two over these years of friendships. Nothing malicious, but it hurt you for a while. In middle school, Todoroki was going through his own problems and he pushed you away. And it hurt a lot. But that was the past. Forgive, forget. He was different now. He was happier. And because of that, you were happy. You don’t know when you realized you had a crush on him. You’ve known for a while, just never admitted it. And when you saw that he loved Momo, something in you broke. A lot harder than you expected it to. “Enough of this! I’ve been hit in the face twice! This is a dangerous sport” Kaminari yelled, jumping back onto his feet. “No you’re just always in the way” Mina said putting her hands behind her neck. “That's so mean! Y/n, they’re being mean to me again!” said Kaminari and rushed to your side seeking refuge. You sighed again, a smile spreading on your face. “How about we take a walk on the trail?” You suggested to which the group looked around at each other and nodded at each other. “I love hiking!” Kirishima yelled out, throwing an arm around Bakugou’s shoulder. You smiled at them and you guys made your way over to the hiking trail. Your head was clouded with thoughts as you trailed about 3 steps behind the group. Mina slowed down and waved a hand in front of your face. “Yahoo! What's going on in that pretty head of yours?” You gave her a laugh. You looked her over and considered sharing your feelings for Todoroki with her. And then you didn’t. “I’m alright, don't you even worry about me!” You exclaimed, playfully bumping into her. These feelings would stay buried inside you. You decided on that. You and Mina talked on the way to the trail. When you finally reached it and were about to enter the beautiful spring forest. The trees were turning green again under the April sun. You loved the springtime. Seeing the world return from such a bare state, it made you feel empowered. You felt a tap on your shoulder as you were broken from your daydream. You looked up at the tall figure and saw familiar hair. Todoroki stood near you and curiously looked into your eyes. “Sorry! Do you need to ask me something?” you said as you waved your hands in an attempt to apologize. “Don’t apologize.” He said, looking towards the group as they entered the trail and you two followed. “I just need to talk to you.” He stated plainly. Your heartbeat increased at that statement. Your head started filling with thoughts, irrational and calm alike. “Yeah totally! So what's up?” you asked, giving him an encouraging smile. He smiled back at you, then faced forward. He looked up at the green scenery unfolding before you guys. “Are you in love with anyone?” he asked, totally calm. You choked on your spit from that question. Your face flared up red. “Oh um, haha! I don’t even know! That's a pretty intense question” you said rubbing your hand on the back of your neck, desperately trying to avoid the topic. You looked his face over and you could see he wasn’t satisfied with that answer. You sighed, looking at the ground. “Yes, I am,” you said, now a lot more serious. You looked at him and all he did was nod. “What does it feel like?” he asked. You stared at him in confusion. Then, you saw he was being dead serious. “Well…” you started the sentence and started thinking. “It’s when you can listen to that person for hours. When you want to spend all your time with them. When you would do anything for them. When you just… love them, I guess” You finished the sentence. He hummed in response and also went deep into thought. After a couple of minutes, he looked up again. “I think I’m in love too,” he said. You stopped dead in your tracks when he said those words. ‘Oh no’ is all you could think. You didn’t know what he was going to say next, and honestly you didn’t want to know. “Oh… that's cool.” You said, returning to your thoughts. You started walking again and caught up to his pace. “So who’s the lucky girl?” you joked, not expecting him to answer. You looked back up at him and he tensed up. “Yaoyorozu” he said. You didn’t know how to describe what you felt. It wasn’t sadness. Not yet at least. “Really?! You two would be so cute together!” You said piping up. You gave him a huge smile and begged that he wouldn’t see through it. A faint tint appeared on his face. “You think so?” he said shifting around uncomfortably. With every second passing, your heart broke more and more. “Yeah absolutely!” you lied. You kept lying. You’d die before telling him what you were truly feeling. “I can talk to her for you! Only if you want though…” you said. Why couldn’t you just shut up? You kept making it worse for yourself. ‘The hell is wrong with me’ is all that was running through your mind. “You’d do that for me?” he asked, clearly surprised. “Yeah! Sure thing!” you gave him another fake smile. Why did you keep making it worse? You already knew how Momo felt. You knew. So why? Guess you just loved self-sabotage. “Thank you Y/n. You’re a great friend.” He said and gave you a smile. That smile that you loved so much. “You too, Shoto” is all you can say. It’s all you wanted to say. “C’mon, you slowpokes! Hurry up and catch up!” Kaminari yelled at you guys, waving his hands. You and Todoroki picked up the pace and caught up to the group. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you managed to make it home. The talk with Todoroki absolutely busted your mood for the rest of the day. All you longed for was to get home and flop onto the bed. Your parents weren’t home yet which was a relief. You tried to get to your bedroom, but you didn’t even make it past the kitchen. You felt the tears that you’ve been holding in for what felt like hours spilling. You dropped onto the floor and curled up into a ball. Slowly, that sadness was turning into anger. “What does she have, that I don’t?” you questioned yourself. Your voice was so quiet from the dry throat, but it was filled with bitterness and hurt. You could barely speak as you lay there bawling your eyes out. As you tears spilled all you could think about is him. How no matter what, you would look for him in every person you met. How your heart will sink when you meet their eyes and they don’t hold the dark depth his do. Every time they laugh all you’ll want to hear is his laugh. You’ll feel your legs wanting to take you to his door as they open their arms, you know that's not your true home. Your body will ache in emptiness as you look at each and every person, to never find him, to compare each and everything you do, to settle for different tiny versions of him to keep yourself sane. Your heart will feel so forced, as you’re screaming ‘replace him, replace him, replace him’ - but he is your first love and you can’t make your heart forget that. Since elementary school, when it was just cute baby crushes, to middle school were you denied it completely, to high school for when it finally hit you. You love him more than anything in this world. Yet he does not.

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[tottwritesfanfic]

Fanfic Authors Tag Game

Thankee for tagging @moramewhq​

AO3 name(s): Tottwriter, [REDACTED] Fandoms: Haikyuu!!, Digimon (a little lapsed, but I still tinker with my WIPs!), sliiiightly BNHA, and I have a TUA wip which I will someday resume. I try not to venture into new fandoms but, you know...I fail. Number of fics: I have 56 posted works, but also, uh... a few which I haven’t gotten to posting yet.

1. Fic I spent the most time on:

Um. Oh jeez. I mean, I guess nothing has overtaken Hope’s Fire just yet, because that’s the monster. Hopefully nothing else will? XD

2. Fic I spent the least time on:

Well this is genuinely a toss-up, because I have a few which I wrote for 20 minute prompt game fills, and then hardly even bothered to edit before they were thrown up on Ao3 without a backward glance.

Annoyingly, some of them are among my most popular works.

3. Longest fic:

Hope’s Fire! As I said, it’s the monster, currently clocking in at ~144k. My longest completed fic is The Ocean’s Curse though, which is 62.4k!

4. Shortest fic:

Okay so my shortest fic is actually a bit of weird experimental stuff I wrote for Starbound, which you will note I did not list in the fandoms above, lol. It’s old and weird and 351 words long... I don’t think anyone wants to read it. You don’t want to read it.

5. Most hits:

Hope’s Fire! It’s not really surprising tbh, given how long ago I started it and how many chapters it has. 

6. Most kudos:

Hope’s Fire wins this one too! I bet you’re all really shocked to learn this.

7. Most comment threads:

...imma give you lot one guess. 

8. Favorite fic I wrote:

fuck. Er. I dunno? I mean I write because I like writing them, you know? But honestly if I have to narrow it down... Parallel for the ‘serious’ fics, and either Press Play or (Not) Moving On for my more lighthearted stuff. It’s hard to pick when I swing between such tone extremes!

9. Fic you want to re-write:

I mean this is probably gonna sound really dumb but...kinda also Hope’s Fire??

Hear me out tho, because it’s complicated (and also I sorta already am). This fic started in 2015. I love it wholeheartedly, and I keep coming back to tinker and I wish life would stop throwing so much shit in my way and let me devote a bit more time to fic-writing so I continue it properly. 

But the periodic and spaced-out returns have meant that every time I knuckle down I end up re-reading the whole fic for continuity and tone reasons. You can probably see where this is going. Each time I read my old opening I cringe. It’s just not up to the standards of my writing today and it bugs me.

If I’m being brutally honest, part of the reason I haven’t updated it in so long is that I keep getting distracted going back and tweaking/fixing old chapters rather than focusing on new ones. It’s a bad habit but one I just can’t seem to kick.

10. Share bit of a WIP or a story idea you’re planning on:

You know, I’m actually gonna give two. I’ll drop them below a cut because this got long, but I know I have both Digimon and HQ peeps here and it’s sucky to be in the fandom that doesn’t get the love. I can’t promise when I’ll manage to get either of these posted (I’m trying to avoid adding more works to my Ao3 until they’re actually, you know, finished) but...they exist!

First up, we have Fun and Games at the Adventure Cafe

Yes, this is exactly what you think it is:

The notice on the door said “HELP WANTED” in large, sensible font.

The addendum “Enquire Within” sat below it, equally formal.

Scribbled underneath in scruffy handwriting was just one more addition:

     ‘as in we’re hiring. dw we know what we’re doing.’

   The notice on the door the following morning was back to plain old:

     HELP WANTED      Enquire Within

…It lasted half a day or so, at least.

As Sora remarked later, it was a wonder they got any applicants at all. Then again, as Taichi remarked, it wasn’t as though a lot of places were taking on extra staff—which was something of an oddity as the summer approached.

“It’s that swanky place round the corner,” he said with disgust, peering out of the window. “Bastards are driving everyone out of business.”

“But not you guys, right!” piped up their current interviewee. “You’re doing great! Honestly, as soon as I saw the sign I knew I had to apply. I’ve always wanted to start my own ramen business, and I figure I ought to start out with a popular place like this and get some real experience in the industry, you know?”

“Er, yes. Right,” Sora remarked, looking over his application. “Well, Daisuke, I will have to warn you that as a new hire you’d be working front-of-house rather in the kitchen, but if you’re okay with that—”

“Eh, just tell him he’s hired already,” Taichi replied, turning back to face them with a grin. “Yamato could definitely use a hand in the kitchen sometimes, so taking on a future all-rounder makes total sense.”

From the look Sora shot him, it perhaps didn’t, but Daisuke was already practically leaping to his feet with a grin, exclaiming that they could totally rely on him, and he absolutely would not let them down and could start the next day if they needed him to.

Next up, for my HQ peeps, here’s a little snippet from Connection Problems, my longtime langushing halfway chatfic. I’m not sharing the chatfic stuff because formatting tumblr is hell, though. 

Kenma always suspected that being a third year would turn out to be a pain, but he’d rather hoped his fears wouldn’t be realised within the first few weeks of the school year. Really, it’s bad enough that Kuro, Yaku and Kai have left, and that everyone else nominated him for the role of Captain (he’d talked them down to being Vice Captain instead, but that, apparently, was as low as they were prepared to go). He does not need Taketora constantly pestering him about—of all things—a chat group as well.

“Come on, I thought you and Kuroo were like, joined at the hip or something! Don’t try and act like you don’t miss him now he’s at university.”

He shrugs. “I have a phone. We’re keeping in touch.” Because, really. That’s all that matters, isn’t it? Why does everyone have to complicate things so much?

“Yeah, but, it’s not the same, right? Besides, what the hell! You spend all that time on your phone as it is. And even Fukunaga joined, right?”

Kenma glances over at Shouhei, who nods, grinning sheepishly. Drat.

“Still, I don’t have that chat app you all use,” he says. “It’s too much trouble setting it up, when I can message Kuro just fine.”

That should have been the end of it. Any rational person would have seen that it was no good, and left him in peace. Kuro would have, certainly. Not pushing—never pushing, actually. Just nudging him along a little, and even then, only when it comes to volleyball. He’s learnt all of Kenma’s limits over the years.

But the thing is, Kuro isn’t there any more. It’s just himself, Taketora and Shouhei, and okay, Shouhei never pushes—he hardly ever says anything, for that matter. But Taketora is clearly some sort of demon and he, Kenma, is being punished. Maybe he really pissed someone off in a previous life. Maybe this is a penance so he can piss someone off in his next life with a free pass. Either way, the badgering doesn’t let up.

Kenma holds out until the 27th of May. Seven weeks of hassling is more than enough for anyone.

Aaaand for tagging how about: @ahiddenpath, @humandisasterbuckybarnes, @mooifyourecows

#tag memes #fanfiction stuff #Hope's Fire #once again the author gets waaay too carried away #also if you wanna know my other ao3 you should probably DM me and also be over 18 #because *coughs*