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chrissshub · 2 years

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LOFT MUSIC

FT. USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

𐐪𐑂 ♡ ｡ﾟ ━━━ PAIRINGS: Ushijima Wakatoshi x Stripper!Fem reader

𐐪𐑂 ♡ ｡ﾟ ━━━ WORD COUNT: 3.2k

𐐪𐑂 ♡ ｡ﾟ ━━━ CW: pwp, Ushijima’s inexperienced, Reader’s experienced, grinding, public(ish) sex, use of protection, use of petnames

𐐪𐑂 ♡ ｡ﾟ ━━━ WORDS FROM CHRIS: So this comes from Loft Music by The Weeknd. I feel like it fits Ushijima honestly bc of his personality and not really knowing how to let loose. So if you listen to the song while reading, you’ll understand it exactly what I mean :)

Ushijima wasn’t used to this. The blaring beats of loud music simmering through his very bones, the melding scents of marijuana, spilled alcohol, and cigarette smoke unashamedly striking his pure nose, down the flashing strobes only granting him a clear sight every few minutes. Routine was a concept he’d fallen in love with since his youth—and a loft party was far from his norm.

In those hazy moments of trafficking, all he knew was himself. All he knew was the very clothes on his back—a plain white tee hugging every curve of his chest with jeans he’d only wear when it called for. All Ushijima knew was the difference between him and everyone around him, all drunk off the cups in their hands and the joy circulating through their veins.

If there was one wish Ushijima had for the night, it was to embrace all he could without the self-shrouding fears.

Self-deprivation was one hell of an addiction, believing one deserves less than average treatment. It was this one hell of an addiction that had Ushijima by the very grips, resulting from based on his own selfish thoughts of self-entitlement.

Apart from him was the firm belief that he was better than what the world could offer, overlooking such places of recreation as a whole. But there was always that voice in his head chiding for that way of thinking, pushing Ushijima off the self-entitled high horse.

So as he wandered doe-eyed and curious through the cramped floor, there was one reiterated fact he couldn’t ignore.

He was better than most but not better than all.

That much was clear in his mannerisms; how he walked amongst the crowd, awkwardly mumbling poor excuses for apologizing, all lacking in his usual confidence. Nothing felt real to Ushijima at that moment, the raw essence of sonderous thoughts forming his astute state. So many different people surrounded him, so many different lives intertwining, and yet…Ushijima hadn’t breathed it all in for face value.

And it was through his sonderous state of mind that led him to you, mindlessly being pulled to the party’s main attraction. One of the many dancers hired for the night, you were the one that caught his eye—the only other spirit freed from the hindering influences. He was tantalized off how you moved, a slow rock to your hips yet concern pearling your eyes. It was that moment he wanted to free you, pull you into world of his so-called “fever dream”.

The glossy hues of a peridot green clung to every inch of you, shamelessly hinged on the tiny top holding at your bust. Such soft, supple mounds were barely protected by the thin string of the yellow bedazzled bikini top. He trailed his sights even lower, instantly gawking the loosely tied knots residing on either side of your waist.

From there, nothing held Ushijima back fully indulging in your presence, admiring the delicate hold you maintained over the metal pole. Intrigue couldn’t have been the only word to describe Ushijima’s exact feeling. Enthralled was better suited, especially with the dopey gravitation he’d found himself underneath.

His feet shuffled on their own, the fresh soles of new sneakers nearly toe-to-toe with the makeshift stage of a tabletop. It was at the very view of you that Ushijima experienced a foreign sensation breaking out across his body, a rush of heat supplied with a sweeping frigid wave. His heart raced beyond its limits and suddenly that’s all he can hear, the tempered pangs flooding his ears.

There was one other fact Ushijima discovered tonight, one only a sin-deprived man could realize: he needed to have you, one way or another.

It wasn’t even a sensation Ushijima could explain. The sudden urge to have the heaving hull of his chest smothered by your own, to have you sitting pretty atop his thighs with a teasing grin on full display.

He’s heard about it all in the movies and from friends, a lap dance being something to indulge in. Those large hands grip hard at his pockets, slender digits catching onto the thick fold of his wallet.

Though, if not for the grace of your awareness, Ushijima would’ve been there for hours clawing at his wallet for a single bill. Within two steps, you came face to face with your sudden admirer, leaning in close for a sense of privacy.

Broken gasps were solely what he could form in your presence, aside from the flickering stare he offered. The only thing able to break Ushijima’s trance was the sound of your voice, the words rolling off your tongue with ease.

“Do you want a dance or somethin’ ?”

A shameless nod fell from his head, paired with a shied hum for your ears only.

“Yes…please.”

A delighted smile came to your features at his brash confirmation. There was something simply adorable in the man before you, the dangerous blend of innocence and curiosity. Nothing more and nothing less. It was easy from that point on, slipping down from the table and into the dark abyss of the ground.

Standing at his side, everything about him changed in an instant. Suddenly, his build towered above your own, broad shoulders, burly arms, and a face for the charming. He’s taller, larger yet kinder than many, accompanied by a comforting aura.

You knew better than to dig, ask what a guy like him was doing in a place like this, asking for something he knew nothing of. Nonetheless, not a fiber in your being could deny him. You were already reaching out to take his hand before second thoughts could arise, leading him through the crowd once more.

“So, can I get a name or something you call you by?” you began, sending a sly glare to the straggling stranger.

“Ushijima, call me Ushijima.”

“Well, Ushijima, I’m Y/N and something tells me…you’re not used to this, are you?”

“W-What makes you think that?” he muttered, the hues of glossy peridot now marked with a worrisome glimmer.

All you can do is give him an assuring squeeze of your hand, thinking of the exact words to soothe the impulsive jolt of concern.

“You just got the look…and feel. But I dunno, makes my job that much more exciting fr’ me

You and Ushijima end off on a subtle smile, the curled ends of your lips speaking more than what could have ever been said. For what seemed to be an eternity to the backrooms of the loft, your hands never once slipped from each other, only breaking when the time called.

Upon the pulling of the velvet curtain, Ushijima’s eyes widened at the mere scene playing out before him. A small room stood before him, blackened walls with a rich soft carpet beneath his feet to match. Dimmed lights lined the ceiling, casting off the bed fit for two people.

At your every whim Ushijima had fell to, relinquishing all control to you. He was far from his element, that much becoming clear. He wanted to hide it all, the growing heat of reality breaking across his body. The highs of his cheeks prickled, his chest grew heavy with every breath, and embarrassingly enough, his hand seemed to melt with pebbling droplets of sweat.

But the second his back caved along into the bed’s headboard with you sinking atop of him, the sense of self Ushijima walked in was now replaced with one free of all worries.

It’s just as he imagined it, the perky mounds of your tits now smothered by the heaving hull of his chest. The supple curves of your ass sat all the more righteously on his lap. The tips of your nails traced along his limp arms, heat rising to meet your short-lived touch. Inches of space existed between you both, riddled with both hints of the natural and unnatural.

Ushijima didn’t know what it was he’d gotten himself into but, all he knew was one thing—he wanted more than just your company.

“Make yourself comfortable,” you hum, slotting your thighs beside his own “I’ve got you, Ushijima.”

With that, you brought your arms to encircle Ushijima’s neck in a gentle fold, keeping him close. Your hips picked up with a brushing grind along his groin, using the dense fold of the jean’s zipper as the best source for friction. Every so often you brought more and more weight to sit atop Ushijima, digging in just enough to feel the confined bulge rise beneath you.

His face was shot with red, the flustering hues of crimson illuminating his skin. Even underneath the white tee you felt him, the same heat compelling you to keep near. Your intentions were to move on with something different, but something about holding Ushijima like this entertained you even more. Though it was unspoken, it was clear he preferred you stay like that too.

He was subtle to a point, trapping the strenuous groans within his chest. His hips would jerk to meet the passes of your hips, the nudgings sinking through to your cunt past the thin covering of your g-string.

But you couldn’t have expected it, the large palms of his hands cupping your waist. There was no presence or desire of control in his grip, only the pure imbues of novelty.

Entirely, he wasn’t supposed to touch you—but god, did it feel nice? It was nothing you’ve experienced before, soft, kind, and free of higher influences. You could’ve melted into his hold, trusting that you’d let fate guide the night elsewhere.

His hands cupped at your tits, using gentle squeezes to pluck shushed whimpers from your lips. The pads of his thumbs drifted across the buds of your nipples and should he have the chance, you could’ve anticipated that Ushijima was just seconds from prying that top off.

You decided to muse him, tease him just enough to pull all he had to give to his cock. Your lips came to brush past his, settling only a peck before pulling away.

“This isn’t your scene, Ushijima. I can you’re different, too clean and too immature this type of lifestyle. You look like you have morals, something to live for. Better leave before you make a mis–”

“But I can handle it, I swear I can! I wanna—”

“I’ve heard it all. The only thing I can give you is a rush of lust. Don’t expect anything real from me.”

“What if that’s exactly what I’m looking for?”

Ushijima tugged at the knots lining your stilled hips, spilling the selfless whimpers to urge his plea. He knew there stood truth in your words, as much as he didn’t belong there, he knew nothing of what he was asking for. What would happen after? Would he leave and end it as if nothing happened? Would he still feel the way felt now—hungry and desperate for all of you?

All the questions he had sat with you, the answers waiting to be discovered. All he could do was offer you one final word of suggestion.

“Please?”

A giggle spilled from the depths of your chest, your hand breaking from its hold to cup Ushijima’s cheek. If that was what he wanted, you couldn’t help but oblige—leaving all else up to the stars in the sky for judgment.

“Then…you found the perfect girl for the task,” ending Ushijima’s words with the brash push of your lips. What began as polite grew to ruin, your tongue lacing around his own. The occasional clash of teeth was ignored, soapy spools of spit ran their course down your chin, and yet the addictive weight of his lips draws you in deeper.

There wasn’t a moment of delay in your touch, returning the kiss to Ushijima. Your fingers slid down between the soothing crash of your bodies, fidgeting with the clasp of Ushijima’s jeans.

His hips raised in assistance, the unruly denim being dragged down the thick of his thighs with his briefs in tow. A hiss cuts from behind his teeth, the nipping cold settling around the pink head of his cock.

Your digits unconsciously slid to his cock, the soft pads of your fingers ghosting along the pulsing veins. There’s a pretty sheen of pre-cum painting the tanned skin between your palms sweeping across the girthy expanse, sitting deliciously snug between your small hands. Every squeeze of your grip brings forth the pearly tears right from out the fluttering slit, drawing out silenced groans from Ushijima’s chest.

It’s a sight so pretty that your mouth can’t help but water, anticipation brewing at the pit of your tummy. Ushijima looks so innocent in your wake, glimmers of that same lustful curiosity fueling your own arousal. You couldn’t wait to see him crumble, eyes rolling back, and to lose all sense of composure within the smothering hold of your walls.

“You don’t have to hide it,” you croon, hands still honeying Ushijima’s cock with loose strokes. Your thumb settles over the thick head, swiping relevantly to smear away the onslaught of rousing tears.

The chills that run down his spine entice your eye, watching as Ushijima hid all his desires behind a crumbling straight face. You couldn’t help but ease his nerves, whispering a word of advice against his quivering lips.

“We can get it all out, just relax and enjoy yourself, ‘kay?”

Before you can look up to meet Ushijima’s eyes, he’s prying at the gold foil wrapper lost in his pants pocket, ripping the condom free. He placed the suctioning cling of the condom at the tip, rolling down the edges to sit at the base. Your fingers tug at the inseam of your g-string, the thin covering resting along your inner thigh.

The anticipation guides you through a drunken spree as you loom above his cock, your entrance splitting around the flushed crown. Each drop of your hips emits a trembling shake through your legs, your hand shooting to brace along his shoulders.

You knew better than to get ahead of yourself, leaving your pussy to sit halfway of his length. You haven’t even moved and the essence dripping from your walls already rains down to stain his cock sinfully.

“Shit, you’re so big!” you gasped, bringing your forehead to rest along the crook of his neck.

Ushijima hadn’t felt anything like it, the gummy yet suckling clench of your pussy. He can feel every twitch lining his cock, strumming against the veins in a dangerous beat. The shaky rise of your hips pulls at his being, the nerves brimming with a heat he’s never known.

He couldn’t even have begun to ignore how tight you were, fitting around him like a glove. His cock carves at your walls, making it that much easier for you to hold him in place.

It’s become even more of a vice to have you like this on top of him, tits bouncing, eyes screwed shut and the tips of your nails decorating his skin in careful crescents of crimson. The beauty of you working so hard for him and yourself pulled at his heart, wanting to help bring you to an orgasm he had the honor of providing.

“Fuck!—Let me— I wanna do something…” Ushijima whispers out into the heavy air. The flesh of your ass is met by the digits of Ushijima’s hands, fingertips itching deep. Yet, not a notion in his mind could guide him from this point on. He’s clueless, creating a scene out of a need for power—just to provide nothing to either of your impending highs.

Your lips crowd at his neck, pressing spiteful kisses along the thumping pulses. He’s hot but it’s far from. It’s the embarrassment that simmers at his skin, something you’ve come to notice all too quickly. Pity graces your tongue as you speak softly, the slick words ringing in his ear.

“Cute, I just know that you don’t know how to please, Baby. But go ahead, I’ll let you try.”

Through the mellow sense of encouragement, As carefully as he could, he set you down onto his lap, leaving his cock to sit snug at your womb. A shrill squeal rips from your lungs, jolting from Ushijima’s thighs for a sliver of refuge.

“I-I can’t take it all! Fuck–Just give me a sec!–”

“Shhh, you can take it, Pretty. I know you can, that’s why I’m helping you, wanna see you cum all over my cock..kay?”

What you didn’t—moreover, couldn’t—have anticipated was Ushijima’s resilience, how he’d worked himself to the bone to make his words into a reality. He relied on the sounds of your voice and as his focus, sending his cock drag across your sweet spots. Your walls ghosted over his cock, seizing him in place as the waves of ecstasy flooded about your body.

When a sharp mewl spills from your lips, he knows he’s too deep, just striking what he’s learned to be your cervix. Yet when he brings his hips to a tilt with just the slow reeling of his cock, he knows that he’s grazing past by the different song falling from your mouth. It’s free of whimpers and pleas, replaced with a pacing urgency to reach a high.

So as you approach that envied high, Ushijima felt it all the same. How your breaths shift from long and drawn to short and tearful, your lips prancing about a pout to fit. Your nails dig deeper than they have before, slipping beneath his tee for a peace of mind. At the immediate flutter of your walls, that searing clench holds him so tight that he’s the one seeing stars.

What seemed to be the height of your orgasm, Ushijima couldn’t resist it any longer. Running from the soles of his feet was the sudden burst of pressure so heavy that nothing coherent could be formed at Ushijima’s disposal. The thick ribbons of white flooded the surrounding confines, drenching what space did exist within the condom in his scents.

Through the gathering breaths of both your lungs, you peered up at Ushijima, a burning question waiting to be unfolded.

“What do you have to say for yourself? Feel anything?”

Ushijima leaned back onto the bed’s headboard, hazy eyes of olive scanning you from head to toe. He’s, without inner conflict, his heart still yearning to be relieved while he had the chance. He only wanted to ask one more thing of you, praying that regrets would pass him by.

“Can…can we go again?”

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hottieshawtty · 2 years

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Pairing : Ushijima Wakatoshi x reader

Warnings : none

Trope : Arranged marriage (stranger to lover)

It was Always Enough

You achieved almost everything you wanted in your life. You were financially independent, had a healthy relationship with your friends and family and overall you were married to the most handsome man you had ever seen, the only thing you wanted was to experience that 'love' that comes once in a lifetime or so what you had heard.

You both had an arranged marriage but it did not mean it was forced on either of you. It is simply a marriage between two people who were not in love yet.

In these 2 months of your marriage you both hadn't had a single meal together laughing or telling each other about your day.

The routine was very simple. Ushijima would wake up before you, go running then come back, shower, make breakfast for the both of you and then leave to go to practice. You would usually wake up later than him, shower, eat breakfast and make lunch and then get ready for work, and on your way to work you would drop off ushi's lunch.

Your life felt dreaded, you wondered if it'll always be like this.

Maybe in another life, you'll experience it- the love you wanted.

...

"Y/NNNNN" Your coworker shouted.

"Why are you shouting, I'm right here."

"Oh, here your husband's calling. Are you both going on a date?"

"No, considering the weather that's not logical."

And considering your husband, a date can only happen on your anniversary. You sigh and take your call then return to your work. During the call he had told you that he was going to be late, so you can have a takeout.

...

The weather had changed drastically today, just this morning it was sunny but now it was as if the clouds would pour a whole tsunami down. Since today you came to work with your friend you didn't have your car, so you considered calling a cab.

Soon after your working hours were over, you were leaving your office about to pass through the big gates, you noticed someone familiar standing on the corner so you quickly made your way towards him.

You wanted to greet him with a hug but he had different plans, he kissed you on your lips with his hand gently grabbing your jaw. The kiss lingered a few good seconds.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were going to be late." You asked flushed by the sudden display of affection.

"Oh, I was but then I remembered you didn't have your car with you so I came early to pick you up, was it wrong for me to come?" Ushijima questioned with a stern face.

"Ah no no, I'm grateful you came. Thank you for coming." You replied with a smile on your face because even if it were something so bare minimum but him getting to pick you up and cutting his practice off was enough to give you butterflies.

Taking your bag from you and carrying it himself, offering you his other hand he asked "Shall we go?"

"Yes, we shall." You answered, holding the hand he offered.

This was enough for now you thought, but in truth, it was always enough, you just realized it late and no it would not remain the same.

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Part 2?

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smh-yoon · 2 years

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Chance ✰ Ushijima Wakatoshi

a/n: i am so burnt out with everything that's been going on and my family are so frustrating. anyways, here you go

genre: fluff, romance

pairings: ushiwaka x fem! reader

warnings: none

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when ushijima asked you out the first time, you thought it was some mix up, some mistake. he couldn’t have possibly been asking you out, the infamous emotionless giant that was the captain of the volleyball team. the most you could do when he presented a bouquet of flowers with his red-haired friend beside him with a much too glittery poster was stare at him wide-eyed for a moment, then rush right past him and his friend.

the next day, all of your friends were questioning you non-stop, asking how you could possibly walk away when the ushijima wakatoshi had asked you out. honestly, it was pretty easy to get past him so you didn’t see the big fuss.

the second time he asked you out, however, was much different. this time, you were walking towards your dorm after a long study session in the school library and he was waiting outside your door with a basket in his hands. inside the basket laid your favorite candies, fruits and even a small cupcake packaged in a cute brown cardboard box wrapped in bows. again you had rejected him, closing the door in his stoic face while he held the basket in his hands still.

when your roommate came home an hour later, she held the basket in her hands and presented you with a note ushijima had hidden under the treats. but you were too scared to read it.

ushijima had never even had a conversation with you before, there was no way he was asking you out of his own genuine and pure interest. you didn’t play volleyball, didn’t attend the games, you didn’t know anything about volleyball in fact. so how was it that ushijima, who had devoted his life so far to volleyball, would find any time to have interest in you?

before he could even attempt the third time, you showed up at his practice, meeting his eyes as he moved away from the ball he was about to block. the player behind him got hit, shouting at him for a second while shaking his fist before he laid eyes on you, and suddenly the whole team had gathered into a little group to try and observed you two from afar. and even though the coach was shouting for him to come back to practice, ushijima just led you outside without a glance back.

he didn't get a word out when you slipped the note from the basket he had given you from your pocket, holding it up between your index and middle finger.

“i want to know what this is about, ushijima.” his eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly for a moment, and he said nothing, simply glancing back and forth from the note to your eyes, where he eventually held your gaze. a huff left your mouth as you held your hand out, gesturing for him to take the envelope from your hands. another glance towards the unopened letter.

his nonchalant posture and his silence was provoking the frustration building in your chest, and you nearly exploded when he stood still for another few moments, not making a move to take the paper from your hands. “damn it, take the letter! i don’t want it!”

ushijima stepped forward towards you, pushing gently at your hand in order to stand in front of you. “you haven’t read it yet.” another flare of anger flooded your veins, and you stood a bit taller, shoving the envelope back into your pocket and then pointing your finger into his chest. his eyes widened just a bit, but he remained in his spot in front of you unmoving.

“you may be some hotshot volleyball player and a celebrity at school, but i will have none of your games. i’m not interested in dating you to boost your reputation with your friends or whatever, and i’m certainly not interested if you’re just bored.”

by the time you had finished, your voice had returned to a level volume, opposed to the almost yell you had begun with. breath filled your lungs and you felt relieved to confront ushijima, and you hoped this would be the last of your encounters. but as he said nothing, his unchanging expression suddenly seemed conflicted, his eyes meeting the ground as he took a step backwards. he bowed at the waist, and your eyes widened in surprise. when he stood up straight again, his eyes met yours once again and his expression went back to how it had been when you first brought him outside the gym.

“i am sorry to have bothered you.” with that, he walked right past you, closing the gym door softly behind him. you must have been standing there for a few minutes in shock, because soon the coach blew his whistle and the players shuffled around on the court.

your roomate had been the first to hear of it, eyes wide and mouth gaping as you recalled the events. in the moment, you had been so proud that you had stood uo for yourself, but her silence was making anixety crawl under your skin. a frown etched onto her face, lips pressed together, replacing her initial shock as she tapped her finger on her chin. “do you still have the letter?”

was she suggesting you should actually read it? it would probably end up being something stupid, some poetic quote found on the internet that he figured you be sappy enough to fall for, right into whatever trap it was he had planned. “i was just going to throw it away..” suddenly she lept up, nearly stumbling as she hurried over to you and grabbed your shoulders, eyes serious as she stared at you. “you have to read it.”

for a minute you thought she was kidding, laughing for a moment before she gave you a look, holding her hand out and motioning for you to hand the letter over to her. “no way!”

“either you read it or i do!”

her narrowed glare was unrelenting as you tried to argue your way out of having to face whatever ushijima had written down. “it’s not worth it!” and “i already rejected him!”. she said nothing in response, still glaring so deeply at you, you could’ve sworn she was going to search you and read it out loud herself. eventually, you relented.

the envelope paper was detailed with off white floral patterns tracing the corners, accompanied by a small round sticker with a rose on it keeping it shut. when you opened it, you were greeted with another decorated paper. it had more floral lining, in color, with roses and pansies and anemonies. when you opened it, you were met with neat handwriting, set squarely in line perfectly. with just a glance, your name had been written in delicate lines of gold ink, glittering when the light hit it just right.

it looked like a genuine love letter, but you still refused to believe it. why would he write you a love letter? you had only met him this year, so it wasn’t like you were childhood friends or anything.

your stomach tightened, knotting up in a ball. after a moment of just examining the letter, you let yourself read what he had wrote.

“[l/n] [y/n],

i have convinced myself that the feelings i am having are important enough for me to try and explain. some of my teammates insisted i make a bigger gesture to express these feelings, so i am sure this is enough.

i asked your roomate for some of your favorite things and i hope they are enough to convery what i am trying to express.

you are in my calculus class, straight ahead of me and two seat to the right. everyday you walk in and greet people around the room, even me before. you work hard, asking questions and studying hard. whenever i visit the library, you are always looking for books in the aisles or reading in one of the corners. i noticed you like the section near the back of the library, where it is the most quiet.

sometimes when i am practicing for our next game, i imagine you sitting in the stands cheering me on. i barely know you, but i have noticed and learned many things about you in the time i have been aware of my presence.

i want to get to know you more, and i want you to watch me play.

ushijima wakatoshi”

when you finished, you couldn’t believe what you had read. he had been watching you? well, not in a stalking way, but he had a crush on you sort of way. “well?”

part of you wanted to just hand your roomate the letter so she could read it herself and stop her prying, but you also wanted to keep it to yourself.

maybe you had judged ushijima too harshly. maybe he really had just wanted to get to know you, and that’s why he had asked you out. it was likely the sign wasn’t his idea, since he was accompanied, and because he tried again but you had just shut the door in his face. he had seemed to make the effort to try, even though he had never done anything like this before.

when you fell asleep that night, you made yourself promise you would confront ushijima, again.

the morning came far too soon, and you had tossed and turned far too much, but there was no going back. there were no classes today, but you had no doubt ushijima would likely be practicing in the gym.

however when you slid open the door as quietly as you could, the gym was empty. no net had been set up and there was no volleyball in sight. biting your lips, you stood in the doorway for a minute. well, what now? it’s not like you knew where his dorm was, and there was nowhere you think you would end up seeing him. with a sigh you turned around, just in time to come face to face with the man of the hour.

he was panting lightly, his face glistening with sweat. the red shirt he wore was cut off just at his shoulders, a tank top and a pair of black shorts. his white earbuds were nestled in his ears until he reached up, taking one out at the sight of you.

for a few moments neither of you said anything. he had moved to turn off the music playing from his mp3, tucking his headphones into his pocket.

“were you going to use the gym?” he was the first to speak, and you hadn’t processed what he said until a few moments later, shaking your head. something was stopping the words from leaving your mouth. you knew you should apologize for acting so harshly, for not even giving him a chance to explain himself. the only response he gave you was a nod, bowing his head for a moment and moving to pass you with an “excuse me”.

still unable to get the words out, he passed by you and made his way into the gym, and you squeezed your eyes shut. “ushijima..”

he was only a few feet away when you had addressed him, and he stopped in his tracks. you turned to face him, walking into the gym to stand in front of him. his eyes peered down at you with the same expression he always seemed to have on his face. reaching into your pocket, you pulled out the letter and held it in your hands for a few seconds. ushijima spared a second to glance at the letter before meeting your eyes again. this time, he reached out, taking it gently from your fingertips. he toyed with the opening of the envelope, acknowledging for a moment that you had read it.

“i..” the words were stuck in your throat. you had spent at least half an hour rehearsing to yourself what you would say to him, word by word to make sure it was exactly everything you wanted him to hear. but now that he was in front of you, looking just as he usually did, you couldn’t help notice the unusually dull look in his eyes.

he opened his mouth to say something, but before he could you let out a breath and managed to get out what you had been trying to say all along.

“ushijima, i want to see you play!”

a beat went by and you could have sworn his face lit up in the most minscule way possible. his eyes softened and his lips turned upwards ever so slightly. he stepped forward and handed you the letter again, and placed a hand on top of your head.

“alright.”

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foranpo · 2 years

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ੈ˚★ masterpiece.

fandom: haikyuu.

characters: ushijima.

reader: gn!

genre: drabble.

content: fluff.

word count: ~900.

cole's note: recycled post #again (@.kashika) <3

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Ushijima Wakatoshi, apart from volleyball, had few hobbies. Occasionally, the young ace liked to sit on a park bench and just watch the lake stream and the clouds in the sky; there were times when he preferred to be at home, scanning the various magazines that his friend Tendou Satori lent him, paying close attention to the various advertisements that filled the countless pages; there were also times when he just liked to prolong his run or venture out to a new gym.

In fact, Ushijima Wakatoshi had few hobbies; but the reality is that everything changed from the moment you walked into his life.

Being Wakatoshi a novice when it comes to feelings and expressing himself, it was always confusing for him what he felt, not being able to understand why he felt so vulnerable around you, nor understanding why he got distracted when you were not by his side. Wakatoshi was a baby when it came to feelings, but as with all babies, there was always someone who helped guide him in the right direction: and that someone was you.

You had already noticed the difference in your friend's behavior for a long time, finding it quite amusing to see Wakatoshi behaving in a totally different way, but always being the same. In fact, little has changed in Wakatoshi since feelings began to blossom in him: he was still silent, with the difference that now it was because he took pleasure in hearing you speak; he was still pretty straight forward and saying what he thought, but always getting a slight rosy tinge when he complimented you so naturally; the reality is that Wakatoshi didn't change anything about himself, just his hobbies.

Ushijima Wakatoshi was a person of habit, and as such, you had to alter your routine to find a place in his; but you didn't do it forcefully, no. As you are a person with a lot of free time, it was easy for you to find a day that you both liked: Thursday. Every week, on Thursday, Wakatoshi was always with you, sharing study sessions or cozy lunches, sometimes even strolling through the city streets with no destination set by any of you, several of his hobbies to be incorporated into your outings.

However, this Thursday, there was something different about Wakatoshi's routine and his hobbies. And he was enjoying it. A lot.

You were in a wide room, silence around you as small footsteps sounded mute through the long corridors of that museum. You were sitting on a bench in the middle of the room, Wakatoshi sitting next to you, in front of you a rather large painting, people and landscapes in an intense struggle to gain prestige in that art.

You were the one who had suggested that meeting and Wakatoshi quickly accepted: it was in a reserved, quiet environment and he could be alone with you, even though he was in the middle of other people; it was perfect. You and he had already been lost in the great works of art for almost two hours, but neither of you was counting the time; none of you cared. You were in each other's company, enjoying the beauty and chaos of artists who felt as intensely as you did.

And you had seen it all: statues, drawings, paintings. You had walked all the aisles with attention to detail, exchanging opinions, carefully admiring each work. But this one had been different; there was anger and passion in the midst of that artist's brushstrokes, longing and madness in every tone used, an urge to stop feeling expressing itself through so much confusion. And you were delighted.

You automatically sat down on the bench, mesmerized by the painting, and Wakatoshi sat next to you. Yes, it was a beautiful painting, Wakatoshi couldn't deny that, but he thought it was strange that you were in awe of that painting. You looked at that work with sparkling eyes, your expression suggesting that you had never seen anything so beautiful in your life; and Wakatoshi could only think of one thing: had you ever looked at you?

You were too wrapped up in that picture, carefully appreciating every detail, every brushstroke, every emotion; you were so submerged in that piece of art that you didn't notice Wakatoshi's intense eyes focused on you; at least, not at first. Similar to what you did with painting, Wakatoshi studied your features, decorating your every delicate feature, paying attention to your subtle expressions when you noticed something new in the painting. He could only smile at what he saw, believing you looked so perfect at the time.

You were enjoying the picture before you, and when you came out of that trance, you noticed that Wakatoshi was looking at you, and a little wave of heat quickly came over you.

“What?”, your voice came out shy, shaky, your eyes returning to focus on the painting without seeing it this time, still feeling Wakatoshi's beautiful eyes fixed on you.

“You're a masterpiece,” Wakatoshi's words came naturally, with no second thought attached to them, the pure truth spilling out of his lips, catching you off guard, making you smile with the innocence present in that statement of his.

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toshigimmemilk · 2 years

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your lips, my lips; apocalypse

now playing: [apocalypse]« 0:20 ─〇── 4:51 ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

"I want this to be our wedding song", you say out of the blue as you both were reading together on the couch, the song playing on the record player catching your attention.

"it is a pretty song," wakatoshi says.

"just a pretty song? It's beautiful toshi and...and it reminds me of you" you say, almost whispering the last part, but of course, it doesn't go unnoticed by wakatoshi.

"of me?"

"yup. I actually listened to it when I got home after our first date" you sigh out reminiscing of the first time you associated the song with him, thinking back to your first date where he had taken you to the fair and he'd won you a pink stuffed bear, the same bear that's sitting in the corner of your bed after all these years.

"cmon give me your hand," you say, reaching out to him. "will you give me the honor of having this dance with you, sir?" you say jokingly, curtsying slightly to which he softly laughs

"of course, m'lady" he amuses you.

it amazed you how much he has changed, sure he was still the blunt volleyball idiot you loved and adored but he had matured so much, not only in his looks but emotionally, he was more understanding of social cues now, much more understanding of you and your antics, how you spoke, joked around, how you acted, he was enthralled with you in more than one way.

"I'm not good at this" he confesses while stiffly standing up.

"well that's why we practice toshi" you beam at him, softly taking his calloused hands and placing one on your hip and taking the other in your palm, "just relax babe and follow me"

you gently move side to side, wakatoshi still awkward with his movement try to follow along and your face hurts from the smile you're wearing on your face right now looking at how serious he looked about getting it right.

you place your palm on his face softly reminding him to ease up and he holds your hand in his face, with a soft smile and it turns you into putty and it doesn't help how your smile got even bigger thinking of how lucky you are.

all those years you've felt lonely, felt like no one could ever love you, wished you had someone that loved you endlessly and now all that wishing had turned into a reality, personified into the man that you loved with all your heart and being and you wouldn't give it up for the whole world.

"am I doing it right?" he asks snapping you back into reality

"huh- yeah baby just like that. side to side..." you softly laugh, holding your lover close.

"we have all the time we need toshi, so take your time" you softly say, leaning into him to share a loving kiss

you don't ever want to leave this moment, gently swaying with him in the middle of your living room, to the faint sound of the record player, taking in everything about him from the way his lips are softly parted, to his knitted eyebrows, to his soft eyes and his hand that’s gripping your waist tighter every time he feels like he’s messing up. I can't wait to do this forever, with you, you think to yourself leaning in for another kiss.

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kaveehs · 2 years

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𝗠𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗧𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗰𝘀 — 𝗛𝗮𝗶𝗸𝘆𝘂𝘂 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀

♫ NOW PLAYING…

. . . ALL YOUR LOVE — JAKOB

gender neutral reader, wc 1.3k, timeskip mentioned so slight spoilers, use of name angel, bit suggestive if you squint depending on interpretation, akaashi being smooth hehe

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

characters: akaashi, semi, ushijima

summary: when your make out session gets interrupted by their boss, how do you both react?

a/n: this is part 3 to the make out tactics series! you can read part 1 here (ft. kuroo, iwaizumi, suna) and part 2 here (ft. kenma, sakusa, oikawa) there may be a bonus part coming soon :))

Akaashi

Keiji absolutely adored it when you came for coffee at his workplace. It was rare, however your time together would never be short lived. So when he asked if you could visit him, of course you couldn’t say no.

You had wondered what prompted this request though, had he been stressed? You brushed your worries to the side as Keiji opened the door with a smile. You looked on his desk, noticing your coffee was already there. Keiji was prepared as always, you smiled.

Kissing your cheek, he pulled a chair close as you sat on the long table, brushing your hair down with your hand. Your smile hadn’t left your face since. Watching Keiji as he was about to take a sip of his coffee, your glance caught him by surprise. “Why are you staring at me,” he laughed, holding out his hand for you to hold.

“You look very handsome in glasses,” you beamed. “They’re very attractive on you.”

Akaashi’s face had shifted. His smile turned into a smirk, as if he was indicating he was interested. He got up from his chair, standing tall as he approached you, taking off his glasses, slowly putting them on your face. “I could say the same about you, you look very cute in my glasses,” he teased. It was rare for Keiji to tease you, but when he did, it riled up your heart. “Close your eyes, darling,” he whispered. His voice was low, almost hypnotic. You did just as he said.

Akaashi lifted your chin up with one of his hands, planting his lips on yours, not pulling away. Keiji’s kisses were absolutely magical. You wanted nothing more than to kiss him endlessly. You gripped his hair, running your fingers through his hair as he deepened the kiss. Keiji kissing you so earnestly had made you want him more and more. His hand softly caressed your body, resting at your hips.

Your session was cut short by the sound of knocking on the door, as it opened. you were too into it to pull away right away. It was his boss, she had come to drop paperwork. You and Keiji both stared at each other, laughing nervously. “Sorry for interrupting,” she blinked, holding back laughter. “These are some papers you need to sign.”

“Thank you,” Keiji mumbled, taking the papers, snickering under his breath.

Semi

Semi always tended to be busy with work. This didn’t bother you too much, because he always made time to see you. Sometimes no matter how hard he tried, he could never clear up his schedule. He would come home exhausted, but still make time to see you. That was the one thing that made you feel bad. Semi was an amazing boyfriend, and he often tended to overwork himself so he could see you often. You opted for a solution for this. You offered to come with him to work, watch him as he was in the studio. He was hesitant about it at first, but He eventually let go of his worries, allowing you to tag along. So there you were, listening to Semi strum the guitar on record.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get over how talented you are,” you stared at Eita in awe as he finished recording. He’d laugh, sitting down next to you as he grabbed a bottle of water. You were for sure his biggest fan, no doubt about it. “How many of these amazing sessions have I missed?”

“A bit, but I mean it when I say it’s alright. You don’t have to come see me at work. It can get boring here easily,” he voiced while taking your hand. You rolled your eyes and glared at him playfully, reminding him you were there voluntarily, and of free will. He nodded his head at your gesture, acknowledging the fact that you wanted to be there.

Eita had always made your heart melt with how considerate he was, always keeping you in mind among everything. He leaned over to grab his guitar, calling out your name as he signaled you to sit on his lap. You did just that, leaning partially against him as he wrapped his arms around you, positioning your hands where it would be easiest for him to guide you to play a song. you both did this on occasion. Semi would teach you how to play guitar. This always flustered you, and he was well aware of that. It was one of his favorite activities to do with you. “So sweetheart, which song will it be today? I’ll guide you through it all,” he questioned as he looked at you.

“My kind of woman,” you thought for a bit before answering. Eita smirked at the idea of your song choice. positioning his hands above yours for the first note.

You got about half way through the song before Semi had stopped guiding your hands, looking at you in a daze. “Why’d you stop,” you pouted, turning to face him as he put down the guitar. He intertwined his fingers with yours, using his other hand to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. Without much of a warning, he kissed you, though you anticipated it in a sense. You used your free hand to cup his face as you continued to kiss, letting yourselves get lost in the movement of the other’s lips. After you both pulled away, you simultaneously laughed as you were about to lean in for another kiss. However, this one was interrupted by someone opening the door. You jumped a bit at the unexpected guest, Semi holding you tight glancing at who it was. It was his manager. Semi mentally facepalmed as he laughed nervously at her. “I got a bit carried away,” he said in a soft tone.

Ushijima

You recalled Ushijima’s request as you stood in the stands, waving at your boyfriend. It was a simple one, to watch one of his practice matches but in Wakatoshi’s case, it was odd. He had never asked this from you before. You knew how much he loved volleyball, yet he had never made an effort to ask you to see him play. You could tell this match must have meant a lot to him, or he wanted you to see what he had loved to do so much.

He was amazing. The force he exerted was powerful, it startled you a bit when you would see him spike the ball. Your eyes were fixated on him and his movements. He was incredible. At this moment you thought of coming to see more of his practice matches. He put so much energy into it, as if it was the real deal. His skill was quite mesmerizing to put it simply.

Then the match was over, Wakatoshi looked up at you, cracking a faint smile as he made his way to the locker room. You waited a bit before going to see him, so it would just be the two of you but you eventually made your way there. You thought of asking Ushijima why he wanted you to watch him play, but deep down you knew the answer.

When you got there, Ushijima had been changing out of his jersey. His muscular form was certainly eye-catching. You felt yourself get hot as his eyes met yours. “Why are you staring like that,” he said simply.

“You were amazing,” You congratulated him, kissing him as you held him in your embrace. “I’m glad to have seen you play.”

Without a doubt, you could hear his heart pounding. Was it from your kiss? You decided to test that theory, kissing him again but not pulling away. He kissed you back with earnestness, holding you in such a moment of passion. When you pulled away from him, you were breathless, only setting him off more.

As he leaned in to kiss you once more, he hesitated looking behind you. You looked at him in confusion, turning around to see it was his coach, staring at you both with wide eyes. “Good job today Ushijima…” he muttered before walking away, shaking his head. You laughed it off which made Ushijima feel at ease, smiling a bit. You were surely going to finish later.

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ushisrever · 2 years

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IT TAKES TIME...LOVE THAT IS

Pair: Ushijima Wakatoshi x reader

Genre: fluff

Summary: Ushijima tries his best to show you or tell you that love isn't bad at all. It just takes time.

A/n: Finally, I managed to post something 😭. I just wrote this after thinking of a certain topic lol. Hope you guys like it 😊

How long has it been? He really doesn't know. He doesn't know how long it has been since his thoughts have been mostly about you rather than volleyball. Sounds cliche, right? Though, it just sort of happened. One day, he first meets you in his own volleyball court while you are directing your own staff in terms of the documentary you are making. Then the next thing he knows, you two are very close to the point that you two will hang out late at night in his apartment (or yours) or in a late night coffee shop.

Ushijima has been told that you two have quite an interesting dynamic. It's as if you two understand each other even if no one talks at all. Perhaps, a telepathy of sort? Though, when he was told of that, he only then realized. He only then realized how much he seems to remember every little thing about you that he just understood you very well. Probably, it's been around that time when he realized…damn…he's in love with you.

Though, ever since he's known these feelings of his, he stays quiet. He doesn't want to be compulsive. He'll feel it out first. He'll try to figure it out and actually understand what he wants out of it before he confesses. (He'll be sure to confess that is for sure).

Though, one night when you randomly went to a coffee shop that closes very late, you began talking. You began talking about love…dating. He's not exactly sure what struck you to start the conversation. Maybe it's because of the romantic music. Maybe it's the dreamy and comfortable silence. Maybe it's the couple waist by waist at a corner table. He's not sure. Though, he just listened.

"Have you ever thought about romance?"

"What do you mean?" Ushi asked.

"I mean you know…have you ever thought about dating someone?" You asked. Ushi couldn't utter a word. He wants to say it right there and then, but he knows he shouldn't say it yet.

"Sorry. That was an uncomfortable question," You awkwardly smile. You take a sip of your own drink. Ushi turns to you and he could feel there is something you want to say regarding that topic. Therefore, he speaks.

"How about you? Have you thought of dating?" He asked. His hand clenched into a fist under the table.

"Me. Hmm, yes and a no? I don't know," You laugh a bit. "A part of me wants it, I believe. I want to meet someone who will be my strength and vise versa. Someone's complete existence just makes me feel at home. And I guess I also want the story that comes with it from the momemt we meet. Kind of like a hopeless romantic's dream,"

Those words gave Ushi hope. He can be that person. However, the next words may have placed a barrier between the two of you.

"Though, a part of me is kind of repelled by it," you sigh.

"Repelled?"

"Yeah. Dating or romance tend to make men and women foolish. I mean, that's what I've seen over the years. It's not like some giggly foolish kind of thing. They turn to some foolish…annoying…sometimes blind the moment they find these so called the one," you take a sip of your drink.

"And sometimes…their foolishness hurt other people. It has hurt me too. I just don't get it especially if these people they found is so so red flag. Don't get me wrong. I've seen some couples that made me dream of such a romantic life too," You then fall silent for a moment. You may not notice it, but Ushi's gaze never left yours. The hope he has seems to be just a lousy string wrapped on his finger the moment he heard those words.

"I guess I'm just too scared to go into a relationship because I don't want anyone to get hurt. I don't want to be foolish," You turn to him and notice his gaze.

"Shoot! Have I been blabbering too much? I'm sorry about that," You laughed.

"It's fine. I asked anyway," Ushi gives a soft smile.

"...do I sound weird when I said those?" Ushi knows you've just said something more personal. He is ought to respect that.

"No. It's not weird to say your opinion," Ushi said. You then smile in appreciation.

"Thank you," you mumbled. "It's getting late. Maybe we should get going?" You asked. Ushi simply nods. You two then leave the cafe and walk toward the condominium you two live in (you two have the same condo, coicindentaly).

It's quiet for awhile because the two of you have some deep thoughts running in your head. For Ushi, it is for the words you just told him. With what you said, he doesn't know what to make up for it. He doesn't want it that you two end up in a sour note if he asks you on a date and you refuse. He then realized there is a big chance you'll refuse him.

You…rejecting him.

Ushi's thoughts are cut off when you clear your throat. He turns to look at you.

"Though, I must say…even if I have that kind of opinion…a part of me wants to feel the excitement in romance. The dates. The deep personal conversation with each other. The intimacy. The sweet kisses," You then laugh. "Then, because of that, I couldn't even fanthom myself dating someone. Look at me. I haven't even kissed anyone yet. I'm already working…some friends I have already have friends," you laugh again at this running thoughts in your head.

"Sorry. I just find it so ironic, you know. If anything, someone very handsome may as well just grab my arm, and pull me into a kiss. I'll accept it…so that I can check off that on my list. I wonder how I can make someone do that," You smile cheekily at the thought.

You turn to him with an innocent look on your face. Little did you know, the man in front of you is in full dilemma. You've practically forgot to pull your reins in just blabbering what you want to say regarding about these stuff. Well, why would you pull your reins? It's Ushijima Wakatoshi. Your dearest and trusted friend. He can know everything.

"Well…you can ask?" He said. He doesn't know what to say. When you mentioned about the kiss and how you'll accept someone to pull you into a kiss…he might have malfunctioned. He couldn't fanthom the idea. What if it's some asshole who did it? He doesn't want that.

"Where's the element of surprise in that?" You chuckled.

"So, you want to be surprised?" Ushi asked.

"Probably. It'll be nice to experience a kiss even if it's just a kiss at the end of a blind date that didn't quite work out. Or maybe a drunken mistake. A kiss doesn't really have to lead to a relationship, right?" The last sentence was almost like a mumble. It's as of you don't believe those words at all. Ushi doesn't miss that implication at all.

You already turn to climb up the staircase to your condominium lobby. You are about to climb up when you notice Ushi stopped walking. You turn to find him a few steps away from you.

"You good?" You asked.

Ushi is looking down on the ground for a moment and he looks up at you.

"I have a question," He asked.

You raise your eyebrows in anticipation.

"Do you think I'm…handsome?"

You blink for a moment to process the words. Ushi is going free rein on whatever he just impulsively asked and plan to do.

"Is that even a question? Why'd you suddenly ask?" You chuckled.

He takes a few steps and stops again. "Do you ever think someone would want to be with me…to go on a date?" He looks away for a moment in embarassment.

You don't reply for awhile. Ushi's heart is pounding against his chest the more he just hears silence. Then, you spoke.

"If I were them, I'll be the luckiest person in the world,"

Ushi's heart stills then. He looks up and finds you about to go up the stairs. At that moment, he does the most impulsive thing ever. He catches up to you and pulls you by the arm. The swift movement had you not being able to process it. The next thing you know, your lips crashes against his. It took you by surprise that you don't know how to properly respond against the soft kiss Ushi is doing. It takes awhile before you respond into the sweet kiss. You can taste the hot chocolate on his lips. For a moment, you felt like there is something more to the kiss. An statement of feeling. A sincerity…therefore you kissed back, wanting to feel tje warmth. However It doesn't take long before he pulls away.

"What's this kiss? Is it just to help me take it off from my list? That's quite…generous of you," you try to smile.

"It takes time…love that is," Ushi blurts out. When he sees your confused expression, he continues on. "Sometimes, we tend to see more of what's the surface of romance and sometimes we think that is all it is. I believe that's the reason why some people…tend to be foolish. However for me…"

He doesn't leave his gaze at you. He then takes your hand on his.

"...for me, I believe that love takes time. It doesn't have to be all about just impressing each other, but rather about learning more about each other…making each other happy…making each other the better version of each other," He wraps his arms around you in an attempt to hide his face as he tries to…confess.

"I….for the past months we've known each other, you have no idea how much you've made me happy and how much you've made me a better person. I am so thankful for that, and I want to be…that person for you too," He said. You feel his grip tightening.

"I…wait…do you like me, Ushi?"

Ushi doesn't speak for awhile. He doesn't let you go. "Isn't it obvious?"

"...are you sure, Ushi? Because I…I don't know if I'll ever be-"

"Why think of the ending when we haven't stepped on the beginning yet?" Ushi pulls away to look at you. That takes you back for a moment.

A soft smile forms on your face. "Right…you're right about that. I keep forgetting that I shouldn't be too…overthinking of the ending. I just…" you look at his eyes. His adorable beautiful eyes. You then reach for his cheek.

"I just hate for what we have to disappear. It's really special, you know. I really love how we hang out, you know,"

He grabs your hand from his cheek and gives it a soft kiss on the back of your hand. "It doesn't have to disappear, you know. Nothing has to change. We'll still be like usual. The only difference is that, we get to hold hands," he squeezes your hand for a moment.

"We get to be so closer than usual," he takes a step closer to you.

"We get to…kiss," he gives you a kiss on the cheek. He's only a gap away from you "alot of kisses as you want,"

You could probably drown in his eyes. It's the expression in his eyes that made you believe in his every words. You know. You just know this isn't some joke the universe has on you.

"That's a nice proposition. Since you've been honest to me, I'll be honest with you too," you take a deep breathe. "I know for myself that a part of me has always…liked you. Liked you as more than a friend. Though, I never really thought you'll be…interested. For one I thought, you're married to volleyball," you chuckled.

He smiles. "Well, we don't see a ring,"

You laugh then. He laughs as well. It took seconds for you two to stop laughing. Comfortable silence sinks in between the two of you.

"Will it be weird of me to say I want to kiss you again?" Ushi shyly said.

"No. It's not weird," Ushi then thinks that his cue to lean forward, but you stop him.

"Though, before that…I want you to promise me something," Ushi looks at you expectedly. "If slowly even just for a little bit there is something that's making you unhappy with us, we talk about it. Never ever leave me hanging, okay? And…and if ever…if ever we end up having to break up, let's not end it in a sour note as much as possible. At least in this way, we'll never have a sad ending,"

Ushi nods. "I understand. I'll do what you say. But about the last one you said, I'll do as you say too. However, I'll do my best never for us to break up at all,"

"I'll do so as well," you do not let a second pass before you crash your lips against his. He doesn't hesitate to kiss back as well.

Ushi didn't expect how this night has turned. He's glad that for a moment he acted on impulse. If he didn't, he's not exactly sure how he'll go about being able to convince you that it's alright. It's alright to date….to love. Though, he knows this story with you doesn't stop here. It's the beginning of a much happier story. He'll make it do so. He'll make sure to show you that this thing between you and him will not be foolish.

He'll make sure to make you believe that it takes time…love that is.

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honeyael · 2 years

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does anyone celebrate their anniversary with a fictional character? oh, just me? well... here's a self-indulgent anniversary delusion fic 🥰 lower case intended! 500+ wc

cw: SPOILERS FOR SPIDER-MAN NO WAY HOME!

today marks another 365th day of us being together. some opt to celebrate with fancy dinners or a toast on a yacht. for us though, it's no way home and takeout. it's quite entertaining to watch toshi try to make sense of the movie. the way his eyebrows crease combined with his head tilting signals just that.

"it's just a movie, toshi. don't think too much about it." i reminded him.

"i guess if they have magic there then that's possible." he reasons to himself.

i believe love in little things. just like how mj held out peter's shirt right where his arms was so he can easily put it on and not be half-naked while distracting talking to aunt may. a second, blink and you'll miss it action that shows how much she cares for him. how in tune she is to his needs. how innate her love is that it's second nature.

"here, my love" he says, handing me a glass.

"thank you" i smiled at him. truly, i am grateful. i found my mj. a person who's love for me is second nature. i can sense it while sipping the half-cold half-roomtemp water just as he know i prefer. he knows how cold makes my teeth tingle in pain. he knows what i need.

"that dr. strange must've been wondering how long would he need to hold on."

though what he didn't know was how emotional the movie is. 'it's spider-man. they'll fight, he'll lose at first, he'll talk to somebody, learn something, and beat the villain.' he probably thought. well now, his sleeve is damp because of my tears. it's not my fault that the desperation on zendaya's face while trying to find a way to not forget peter is making my tear gates burst open.

like how mj hates magic, i hate goodbyes. and i hope to never say those words to him. the thought of toshi forgetting who i am is terrifying. before i could make myself cry even further, i heard him speak.

i couldn't help the tears this time but not because of sadness, no. his comment came out of nowhere and during an emotional scene at that. him being the ushijima wakatoshi that he is, is wondering about the greater things.

"why are you laughing? he's holding the universe. that must be extremely hard." he defended.

"yes, it is. i just didn't expect that." i say as i catch my breath, stomach sore from laughter.

"i made you smile" he focuses on me, his eyes examining my features as if committing it to memory, like he's to forget.

"actually, that was a laugh, my love." i do the same, feeling time and space bend and stop.

it's just us.

in our home.

surrounded by half-eaten food.

feeling the time nearing, the two characters sealed goodbyes and promises of meeting again with a kiss as we did. if we were to forget, i know i'd be broken. but i see it as a chance to fall in love with him over again. like the first time. like how it was years ago.

with ifs aside, today is a day i won't forget. another year of us together. another year grateful i found my way to you, my home.

happy second anniversary to my beloved 🫶 thank u for reading this btw pff this acc was dead for a while. i am cooking something in google docs tho and ofc it's a toshi fic. hopefully i get it done soon <33 (it's a series this time hhehhe)

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junosmindpalace · 5 months

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“Have you posted any photos of Y/N?”

Ushijima blinked as the words from his best friend processed through his head.

“Why does it matter?”

“I mean, the two of you are together! Couples are always taking photos together and showing them off on social media, y'know! It’s like a love language all on its own.”

Suddenly, Wakatoshi is panicked. Is this something you wanted from him but never asked for the fear of sounding silly? Was he being a bad boyfriend because he hasn’t been taking to his Facebook to proclaim his love for you?

It’s an offhand comment Tendou makes to fill the silence between them. He was scrolling through his Instagram and shared a small observation. What he doesn’t expect is to gradually see his best friend grow increasingly active on his socials, uploading pictures from his travels but primarily ones with you in them.

He isn’t the only one taken aback; you too start to grow suspicious of Wakatoshi’s sudden, newfound love of photography.

He was hardly attached to his phone, especially when he was out in public. He did most of his work on his laptop when it was required of him and was rarely active on his social media. For the most part, he only ever remembered to check his phone for texts, emails, calendar reminders and the like before dedicating the rest of the night to winding down with you.

You couldn’t even remember the last time you had seen your boyfriend take a picture, yet suddenly he seemed to be very adamant on capturing all of your moments together. On dates, on away games you decided to come along on, even on simple walks through the park. You found it sweet that he seemed to be taking up a new hobby, and even more flattered when more often than not you were his muse. You can’t deny that his adamance on wanting “to capture your beauty” didn’t make you blush. But you could see the look of internal conflict on his face as he played around with his phone’s camera settings, his weird disappointment in himself when he deflates and tells you he missed a bunch of moments he could’ve captured.

You always insisted that it was better for the two of you to enjoy the moment, knowing that Wakatoshi feels the same. Yet the look of frustration only dulls a slight bit, a conflicting expression on his face as he mulls over both yours and Tendou’s words in his head.

“I don’t have much to post today.”

You blinked at his response to your voiced concern over this dejected look of his as you stood by a boardwalk with an ice cream cone in hand, looking at him as he stared distressingly at his phone. It was one of those times when Wakatoshi took you to see the sights in an area he was playing in, and the sun was starting to set under the horizon to conclude the eventful day of sightseeing.

“To post? Are you talking about your socials?”

He nodded as he continued going through the sparse amount of photos he did remember to snag, most of them blurry from snapping them on the go. “Tendou told me it’s a thing couples do.”

“Well, you don’t need to do it. Why do you?”

“To show you off. I thought you might’ve liked that stuff.”

Wakatoshi did not have any particularly strong feelings toward his phone or social media, but in general you know that he tended to only spend the amount of time he needed to on them. At best, he had no interest, and at worst, they were a harmful distraction.

So for your boyfriend to expand his online presence simply for your sake-- for your potential desires from him-- made your heart swell as you eyed his frown and brows creased in distress.

You laughed as you walked toward him, wrapping your arms around his waist, chin digging into his chest as you tilted your head up to look at him.

“You know that stuff doesn’t matter to me. I care more about you being in the moment with me than some silly Instagram post.”

And now that you’ve reassured him, this insistence of his to capture every moment feels a little silly. The bombardment of social media notifications from posting you hasn’t helped ease his anxiety either. He’s grateful that he doesn't need to prioritize it so heavily anymore.

This would probably be one of the moments he should be capturing right now, but Wakatoshi can’t bring himself to care. Not when he could be holding you and admiring your beautiful smile as it gleams up at him, big and bright. A camera could never do your beauty enough justice, anyway.

(He takes a photo a couple of minutes later as you greedily finish off the ice cream he bought you, with the chocolate staining the ring of your mouth and the sun setting into the harbor, and your bright eyes turned upward into tiny crescents as you smile in a bashful attempt to escape from Wakatoshi’s lens. He posts it. A camera could never do your beauty enough justice, but this was the closest it could get. Tendou tells him to quit his socials the next time they meet.)

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keitea · 1 year

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taking photos with him at a photobooth <3 normally he wears a scowl/poker face, but for you he'll pull funny faces 🤭 maybe he'll even sneak a kiss on your cheek, just to see your cute, flustered face ><

tsukki ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ (not projecting, but with all due respect i love him), suna, ushijima, aone, kageyama, hoshiumi, kyoutani <3

[a/n: i finally posted something LOL i've been wanting to get back into writing after a hiatus !! plus valentines' day is coming 𖦹 ´ ᯅ ` 𖦹 don't have a date so i'm stuck with anime boys heheheheh]

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rosieandthethorns · 4 months

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HELP I CANT FIND ANY FICS THAT MAKE ME HAPPY RN

PLEASE

SAVE ME

TELL ME WHAT TO READ AND ILL READ IT

LET ME BE DELUSION WITH FICTIONAL CHARACTERS PLEEEEEEASE

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ceijoh · 2 years

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why you’ve never doubted their love for you

relationship: multiple haikyuu boys x reader

content warnings: none

word count: 321

masterlist

will dance in the rain for you. they’re known for being rational, in fact they pride themselves on it. they’re logical, and they rely on facts rather than feelings. they’re the type of person to always bring an umbrella if there’s a grey cloud in the sky just in case. but seeing you out there, with your hand out and a bright grin on your face? how could they say no to you? so all logic goes out the window as they grab your hand and kiss you with all the love they can muster.

kita, sakusa, kuroo, kenma, ushijima, daichi, kuroo, tsukishima, akaashi, semi

has never taken his eyes off you. he’s a funny and charming guy, catching the eyes of everyone. he’s jovial, and he knows how to woo. his reputation built from the bits and pieces that paparazzi and rumours surround him shows that he’s a player. a new person on his arm every night. but what they don’t see is how when you walk into the room, his eyes are already on the door, even before you walk in. it’s like his body knows better than anything. his eyes are on you, always. no matter who’s in the room, or who wants his attention, it’s on you. if he could, you would be the only thing he would want to see. you’re his world, whatever else could he want to see?

oikawa, atsumu, suna, meian, ukai jr, mattsun, terushima, romero, gao, kuroo, bokuto, nishinoya

knows the little thing you need. you have a particular coffee you like? it’s always on the kitchen table by the time you walk to the room. you mention that you like a particular brand of pen? they bought a whole box of them, and whenever you run out, there’s already one on your table. charges your phone or whatever you need. you made their life easier by being there for them every single day, so he wants to shows you he doesn’t take that lightly. thankful everyday that you chose him above all the others.

tsukishima, aone, osamu, iwaizumi, hirugami bros, barnes, yamaguchi, hanamaki, kageyama, gao, oikawa, hinata, tendou

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elfiore · 2 years

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Team Bokuto!

#let's go team badass #haikyuu!!#bokuto kotarou #bokuto #kageyama #kageyama tobio #morisuke yaku #hoshiumi kourai #ushijima wakatoshi #washio tatsuki #haikyuu #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu fanart #digital art #digital drawing #elfiore

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chokochip27 · 1 year

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USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI X READER

the little things he and you do for each other

whenever you have a hard time reaching for something. . . your gentle lover, ushijima, would immediately be the first one to help you. with his stature, he definitely wouldn't have a hard time assisting you.

"oh, thank you, toshi."

"hm."

you chuckled at his reponse. it was his saying of 'no problem' or 'you're welcome'. you are endeared as you sometimes don't know how to differentiate his hums, but it's fine as long as your partner is being him. you patted his head for another indirect and silent thank you.

the man is so much in love with you and looked up at you with stars in his olive green eyes.

whenever you want to get something that fell from the ground. . . ushijima is the first one to cover the sharp edges of the table or set a hand on your head so that you won't bump into anything.

you always notice this and turn your head to look at him properly. you smile, cupping his cheek. "thank you, as always, toshi."

"hm."

yes, he may be dense in some degree, but he's one of the most considerate people ever.

and the fact that he does not hesitate to do the same little things he does for you to other people makes you fall in love with him even more.

when you two were at the park, you were hanging on one of the seesaw's seats. of course, as playful as they are when they are young, children tend to do things that aren't comprehendible to most people.

one kid decided to crawl under your seat. you were enjoying the seesaw too much to even notice the child. so when your legs were about to touch the ground, your lover put a hand on your seat. "hey there, toshi, what's up—?" you turned to him questioningly, only to follow his impassive gaze that was blinking at the kid who was almost squashed by you.

immediately, you gasped, "oh no! i'm so sorry! are you hurt?" ushijima gently helped the kid get out of their position and even held your hands so that you can get out of the seesaw carefully. "thank you," you hurriedly thanked him and knelt in front of the dumbfounded child. "are you okay? did i hit you or anything?"

thank goodness this child was so nice and precious. they grinned and pointed at ushijima. "i'm alright! thanks to this big brother over here, i wasn't hurt at all!" they assured, grinning at you.

you sighed in relief and grasped your boyfriend's hand. "that's great to hear. thank you, toshi."

he squeezed your hand back, eyes softening at you.

"hm."

ushijima doesn't know why you're always thanking him, because he knows that what he is doing is something that is considered very normal to him.

tying your shoelaces, pulling the chair for you when you two go eat together, carrying you to your bedroom when you're asleep, holding your hand in crowded places to make sure you won't get separated and more. he does all of these because he simply wants to and because he loves you so much, just as much as you do.

these are such simple and normal things to do, so why are you thanking him so much?

and he is supposed to be the one thanking you.

whenever he says that he has practice for volleyball, you don't even hesitate to prepare his things for him. his practice clothes, his kneepads, energy drinks, water and healthy food. you even add some sticky notes on his lunch box that have the words like "do your best!", "i'm always cheering you on!", "i'm so proud of you!", or something like that.

the fact that you support his passion and you don't even restrict him for it just motivates him to treat you the best he can.

not only that, but whenever he is at home, even though he tries his best and insists that he wants to help you with the household work, you always shake your head and stroke his cheek, almost lulling him into a sleep.

"don't worry, toshi. this much is something i can handle. just rest."

and no, you never win because the man you are with is extremely responsible and attentive that he will never leave you alone in doing things that require his possible assistance.

even in work related things, he tries to help even if he doesn't understand a single thing. you smile and look up from your laptop to press a kiss on his forehead.

"i'm fine, toshi. though i admit that this is a little overwhelming, i know i'll be fine with you here. thank you always for offering help."

just like you, he is just as grateful to have you by his side and wouldn't trade anything else for you.

"(y/n)."

"hm? yes?"

ushijima stared at you before giving you one of his rarest smiles.

"thank you for being here, i love you. always."

you were astonished at the declaration, but you didn't hesitate to return the gesture. you beamed, meeting his loving gaze with an equally affectionate one.

"thank you, too, toshi. i love you, forever."

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i wanted fluff and decided that our big waka waka would be the best fit. this is only a scenario tho and im just basing this off a little on his canon character. hope u guys don't mind and i really hope you guys enjoyed this!

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saksukei · 10 months

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ushijima love letters au

masterlist | suna love letters au

you laughed as you read the crinkled letter with messy writing, in your hands,, how long had it been? eight or nine years? time had gone by so quickly,,,

you distinctly remember the first time you ever received ushijima’s cute little notes.

you had come back from the chemistry lab,, and found a piece of paper on your desk saying “i hope you had breakfast.”

assuming that it was a silly prank, you just tossed the little note alongside some papers in the depths of your school bag,,,

till you received another one the next day,, saying “morning runs are healthy. so maybe go on one sometime?”

and you were like (─.─||) is this person trying to say that I've put on weight??!!! DO THEY KNOW IM HUMAN AND ITS NORMAL TO PUT ON WEIGHT

you threw the note in your bag again

and then, the same happened the next day

except this note said,,, “sorry about the last chit. my friend told me I sounded rude. how was your day?”

you were like ??? can this person not make their mind up??? hello??

and so you kept on receiving them,, they ranged from “hope you did your math homework” to “carry a spare water bottle” to “stay safe when going back home”

and you got so used to receiving these notes that your day sort of felt incomplete without them,,, and you thought that you wanted to find the culprit behind them

and so,, you hid behind your class door,, to check who would come in to leave the little notes on your desk,,,

someone did come into class and it was not the person you expected. it was tendou. you figured you should confront him, it was now or never.

“so you're the one that's been sending me chits?!” you ask, and tendou jumps, not expecting you to be there.

“uhh–” he trails off, scratching the back of his head.

“sorry, I don't mean to put you in an awkward spot but I wanted to thank you for–”

“it’s not me, I'm only the messenger,” tendou interrupts. “he’s going to kill me if I tell you this–but it's ushijima,” tendou explains. “he likes you but he doesn't know how to say it so I suggested this way would be more better.”

and you were like (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻

“yOU MEAN USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI THE VOLLEYBALL TEAM CAPTAIN AND ACE LIKES ME????”

“sheesh no need to yell,” tendou retorted,,

“sorry, force of habit,” you smile sheepishly. “is there any chance you could get me to talk to ushijima?”

“as long as you don't reject him too harshly–then yes.”

tendou leads you to the captain who is practicing his spikes in the gym.

ushijima stares blankly when he sees you entering, despite his heart going fifty miles per hour. why were you here? you never visited the gymnasium.

he had in fact first seen you in his math class when you sat near the window and he was sitting behind you, watching you draw doodles on your textbook. eventually, it became a routine, where he'd chuckle at your little drawings of your math teacher.

he started looking for you during lunch hour, just having your presence around was enough for him. he never found it within himself to have the courage to talk to you. you were so nice, so kind and so out of his league.

it wasn't until tendou suggested this little idea that ushijima thought he might finally get to interact with you.

“hi, ushijima can I talk to you?” you ask, shyly and tendou nudges ushijima towards you, who manages to stutter out “yes you may,” following you outside.

“i saw tendou leaving the small chit on my desk,” you confess, and while ushijima has never been hit by a volleyball on the face, he sure feels like it would hurt less.

“i–i don't mean to embarrass you or anything!” you clear out, witnessing his spiral. “i wanted to say thank you, the notes were really sweet. And I was actually wondering if you'd like to go out on a date.”

youve never seen such a stoic man get red so fast. “i’d like that a lot yes.”

and while it's been years since school ended and you two have been together forever, he still leaves you the cutest notes.

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