#volleyball dorks

[sweetlikesuga]

Sometime during training camp:

Tanaka, Nishinoya and Asahi sit together on their futons. Tanaka pretends to hold a phone while listening to Nishinoya who pretends to pick up a call from a customer.

Nishinoya: Welcome to Jesus hotline, how may I be of help?

Tanaka*giggles*: Uh, hi. How do I speak to a godess?

Nishinoya: I don't know, dude, ask jesus. He sits right next to you.

Asahi*startled*: What, me?!

Tsukishima, from the other side of the room: He does kind of look like jesus.

#haikyuu!! #training camp #volleyball #volleyball dorks #noya and tanaka are bros #asahi azumane #nishinoya yuu #tanaka ryuunosuke #tsukishima kei #sleep over #team bonding #joking #i don't know dude #this lives rent free in my head #i love their dynamic #i love their friendship #incorrect quotes

[kierewrites]

Oh Really?

navi - masterlist

Kuroo Tetsuro x Reader

Mood Song: boyfriend

Summary: After Kuroo ditched you on the courts in front of the entire team, the last thing you expected the next week was to find him halfway through your second floor window.

Warnings: Kuroo is a little shit, that's it

“Kuroo what the hell are you doing!”

What was once a peaceful moment in your bedroom of you rubbing lotion on your freshly shaved legs was quickly ruined when you heard your window being pulled up.

Your head whipped around to see a pile of messy black hair leaning inside your room, the boy ungracefully trying to enter your room that was on the second floor of your home.

“You should really keep your.. ah shit.. windows locked doll-” Kuroo spoke in between grunts before he fell to your floor with a thud causing you to wince as you quickly closed the door to your bedroom.

Sure enough what you dreaded happening, happened as you heard your parents call your name to ask if you were alright.

“I’m uh.. I’m okay mom! The lotion bottle slipped out of my hands!” You called out, letting out a sigh of relief at the somewhat decent lie you shit out of your mouth.

You simply heard your mom chuckle and warn you to be careful, that’s one problem off your plate. Now you had to deal with the next bigger problem that was sitting on your floor with a lopsided grin.

“Wow what a mess Y/n, you didn’t clean up for me?” Kuroo taunted while lifting up a small fragment of a dust bunny from your carpet.

All you could do was deadpan at him, his use of sarcasm to mock your perfectly neat room not helping the fact that he literally broke into your room.

“Stop avoiding the question you weirdo! Why the hell did you just climb through my window?” You loudly whispered, hands on your hips expectantly awaiting an answer.

Kuroo raised a brow to you, as if confused as to why you were so angry he broke into your house.

“Easy doll, to pick up where we left off.” Kuroo said with his signature grin, he was quick to pick himself off the floor and walk over to you with confidence. 

But unlucky for him, you were quick to shut it down as you placed your hand on his chest stopping him in his tracks.

“Pick up where we left off?” You hissed out with narrowed eyes, “I hope you’re not insinuating when I confessed my feelings for you in front of the entire volleyball team before your tournament and you said ‘not now’ before walking away from me.”

You were amazed at how Kuroo’s expression changed. Had it really not dawned on him that his response was a dick move? Like a child his shoulders hunched down and he began to shuffle his feet.

“That uh.. that wasn’t what I meant Y/n-” Kuroo began but you cut him off by walking past him, your shoulder smacking against the side of his arm as you moved back to your vanity.

“Oh yeah? Then what did you mean?”

Kuroo simply stared at you as you placed your scrunchy in your mouth and began to run your fingers through your hair, how perfect you were.

And how stupid he was.

The entire tournament he was in the best mood of his life, his crush of a year now confessed as if to wish him good luck, what else could he want? All he could think about was how he couldn’t wait to come home to see you waiting for him, ready to hold you in his arms and start the beginning of your new relationship.

And yet when the bus arrived back at school after the long week of games, you were nowhere in sight. In fact you seemed to avoid him in school even. It never even occurred in his mind that you were angry with him.

“It’s just I’ve liked you for so long Y/n!” Kuroo started, his lip jutting out in annoyance when he saw you roll your eyes and huff, “If I had said anything to you then I just would’ve been distracted the entire tournament, I had to keep a level head for my team!”

Raising an eyebrow your mouth dropped in just pure confusion. He really was an idiot.

“So you embarrassed my ass in front of your entire team, just so you wouldn’t lose focus?” You growled, whipping your head back to face him while ignoring the hair that smacked your face, “You had me thinking you weren’t interested at all for an entire week, and you couldn’t even spare me a single text?”

All Kuroo could do was blink. He hated being wrong, but you were right.

But of course he would never admit that.

“Well I was hoping you would be waiting for me after the tournament so we could talk about it but you weren’t even there!” Kuroo shot back with narrowed eyes, the accusation causing you to chuckle dryly.

“So let me get this straight,” You said with a crazed grin as you folded your arms, “You expected me not to be hurt by your dry heartless response, not to be offended that you not once tried to explain yourself over text, and then even after all of that, you wanted me to wait for you at the school when you got back like you were some prince that returned from battle?!”

The boy’s face before you was blank, you were hoping the gears in his head were just spinning so he would answer this correctly. The man had a perfect GPA and was the captain of a freaking team, he couldn’t be this dense.

“Well.. yeah?”

Your eyes squinted as your eyebrows furrowed, the amount of stupidity coming from the boy had you at your limit.

“Ridiculous! Absolutely ridiculous.. I can’t believe I ever thought this would work.” You hissed while storming up to him pointing an accusing finger towards his chest, “I’ve never met someone as selfish and dense as you! Get out of my room you jerk.”

Kuroo watched your outbreak with annoyed eyes. Okay.. maybe he could’ve handled this better, but he honestly didn’t think you would get this mad. 

In all honesty, you were pretty cute when your cheeks got all red and puffed out from being flustered, but the fact that he was the cause ruined it all.

“Come on Y/n, we both know you don’t mean that.”

You didn’t mean it, but like hell were you going to let this jerk just get what he wanted.

“Oh you better believe I meant every wor-”

“Y/n?”

The sound of your best friend’s voice caused your eyes to widen. You glanced up to see Kuroo’s golden eyes widen as well.

“Quick get in the closet!” You whispered as you grabbed his wrist and dragged him over to the door across from your room.

Kuroo stumbled after your quick pace before stopping at the entrance of your closet, his eyebrows furrowing as he looked down to you.

“I don’t wanna be shoved in your tiny closet, I'm like six feet tall!”

Narrowing your eyes you pressed your hands against your chest and shoved him in, “Too bad!”

You grit your teeth at the sound of him dramatically sighing when you slammed the door in his face, his next words causing your eye to twitch slowly.

“I’m gonna look through all your underwear doll.”

Clenching your fists you banged your hand against the door to shut him up, just as your friend opened the door to your room to see you suspiciously guarding your closet door.

“What’s with that weird stance Y/n?” Your friend said with a raised brow, her eyes glancing across the room before her eyes widened, “Do you have a boy in here?”

Your mouth opened wide, not sure what lie you could even come up with to trick your friend. Curse her for always being able to read you like a book.

Before you could even respond your friend chuckled and shook her head, “I’m sorry I just heard what I said, there’s no way you would have a boy in here after you spent your entire weekend depressed over Kuroo Tetsurō.”

The sound of the boy’s name being said caused Kuroo to perk up from your closet, pressing his ear close to the door to listen in.

Pinching your lips together you forced out a laugh, waving your palm as you tried to cross your arms as nonchalantly as possible.

“Pfft what? I wasn’t depressed?”

Your friend simply laughed at your strange behavior, bouncing on top of the edge of your bed as she pulled her phone out.

“Are you serious? You don’t remember how broken hearted you were this weekend? I have the voice audios to prove it if you don’t remember.”

Your eyes widened as you saw your friend scrolling through the messages of your group chat, quickly you lunged forward and snatched her phone away.

“No need for that I remember!” You said quickly before rolling your eyes, “I just wouldn’t say I was broken hearted, that’s a bit extreme.”

Your friend looked at you with a confused expression, you already knew what was about to come. Why couldn’t the lord just take you out of your misery?

“Um... you cried all weekend,” Your friend exclaimed as she stood up from your bed and started pacing around, “You were all like: he’s rude but he’s hot and he has such beautiful hair and I’ll never find another guy like him!”

Your lips formed into an annoyed pout, as you were sure Kuroo was soaking all of this up like a sponge from inside the closet. Like he needed anything else added to his ego.

Sure enough a loud chuckle was heard from the other side of your closet door, causing you to kick your foot against the door to hopefully startle him and shut him up. 

“I think you’re exaggerating a little bit..” You said through gritted teeth, hoping this would just end the conversation for good.

Your friend simply looked at you with unimpressed eyes as she blinked incredulously at your attitude of denial.

“Honey you photoshopped what your kids would look like...”

That was the final straw, you closed your eyes in pure pain as you watched your dignity float away into an abyss. So much for showing Kuroo no mercy and moving on.

“You’re clearly head over heels for that guy-” Your friend kept going until you opened the door of your closet, your friend seeing a smirking Kuroo Tetsurō inside as he leaned against the door frame with a cocky posture, his arms folded.

“Kuroo?!” Your friend exclaimed in shock as he began to walk out of the closet with a shit eating grin plastered across his stupid lips.

“Our kids huh?.” Kuroo purred as he looked down at your annoyed expression, “Do they have names?”

The sight of that overly confident jerk towering over you with smugness literally radiating off him made your blood boil, and ironically not because he had the upper hand, but because deep down you weren’t even really mad at him.

“For the record, it was only one kid!” You said in a matter-of-fact tone until you realized Kuroo and your friend both shared the same unimpressed face causing you to puff your lip out and sigh, “And I’m now realizing that doesn’t make me seem any less pathetic.”

Kuroo and your friend both nodded in agreement, but she was quick to jump back to the bigger matter on hand.

“Y/n, what is Kuroo doing in your room?”

Running your palm down your face you opened your mouth to explain yourself but the tall boy next to you beat you to it.

“I snuck through her window to apologize for being a dick.” Kuroo said bluntly, your friend’s expression melting as a dragged out “awe” escaped her lips.

“How romantic! Y/n did you hear that? He’s such a sweetheart.”

Your mouth dropped in confusion as you glared up to his smug expression before looking back to him.

“You know what? I’ll leave you two alone! It seems like you have some unfinished business to attend to.” Your friend said with a wink as she quickly darted out of your room.

Your attempt to stop her was cut off by the sound of your door slamming once more, leaving you and Kuroo alone in your room once again.

Folding your arms you let out a sigh before looking up to Kuroo, the situation was just exhausting at this point.

“Look, as much as it didn’t seem like it... I did come here to apologize.”

"Yeah? By trying to make a move on me?” You huffed with a raised eyebrow.

Kuroo’s brow twitched at your cold reply, sometimes you really could be such a brat.

“Well I was hoping if I got you in a good mood it would be easier for you to forgive me.”

Your face simply remained unimpressed, Kuroo mentally facepalmed as his stupid reply.

“You know what, I didn’t need to say that!” Kuroo said quickly before you shut him down again. Letting out a sigh he looked down at you with a rare serious expression, “Y/n, I’m sorry for ditching you in front of everyone and putting my own needs before your feelings. I was selfish and you deserved better.”

For once your hardened expression loosened, your eyes softening as you blinked up to him. 

Progress...

“And I’m hoping maybe you’ll let me prove I can give you better... by becoming my girlfriend?”

Honestly Kuroo wasn’t a fan of having to seem so vulnerable in front of you, but after the entire line of events that just happened he would be an idiot not to apologize.

As confused as he was at first, he knew he was in the wrong. Captain or not, he had no right to toy with your feelings, especially since he liked you back.

Ever since you decided to be the team manager he’s fallen in love with your charismatic personality, he wasn’t about to give up the girl of his dreams because of his fragile ego.

The sight of the corners of your lips curling into a sly grin had his heart doing a backflip.

“Perhaps if said boyfriend took me out for a nice date tonight, I’ll think about it.”

The only thing Kuroo heard out of that was yes. His eyes widened as he gave you a warm kiss before darting towards your open bedroom window.

“You won’t regret this Y/n! I’ll be back at six to pick you up.”

You couldn’t help but giggle as he once again ungracefully made his way out the window, leaning over the edge you raised a brow down to him.

“You know I have a front door right?”

Kuroo simply grinned up at you as his feet dangled over your patio, “No time, I gotta get ready to pick my girl up pronto.”

His words had your cheeks warming up, you couldn’t even help the smile that flashed across your lips, but lucky for you Kuroo missed it as he fell into the bushes beneath your window.

What were you going to do with this dork?

#kuroo tetsurou #kuroo testuro #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsurou x you #kuroo tetsuro x you #nekoma #nekoma high #x reader #x you #kuroo is a dork #volleyball au #soft #sfw #oneshot #this is inspired by that one kc undercover scene #iykyk

[greeneyed-thestral]

#dorkness and sweetness #vnl #vnl 2023 #italvolley #itavolley #yuri romanò #alessandro michieletto #simone giannelli #daniele lavia #italy #italia #boys love #pallavolo #volley #volleyball #haikyuu #broship #bromance

[louthestarspeaker]

rewatching haikyuu from the beginning and having SUCH a good time XD

#just everytime one of the karasuno boys come on screen im ust like #!! #thats him!! #my volleyball boy!! #i love daichi and tanaka and sugawara SO MUCH #and i cant wait for nishinoya and asahis intro eps #they're so good X'''D #and hanata and especially kageyama are such dorks X'''''D #cant believe kageyama was ever supposed to be intimidating lol

[kairismess]

:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ their ideal dates . . . (part 2)

featuring: bokuto kotaro, tetsuro kuroo, and tooru oikawa

🏐 genre: fluff !

✒️ word count: 641

⺌✧❀ bokuto kotaro

🦉 his ideal date: laying down on your lap.

bokuto loves being around you so often, he finds so much comfort in you that merely being around you is the best way for him to cool down and relax after an exhilarating match. you are bokuto's refuge from all the chaos and fast pace of the day... which he causes most of the time. he wishes he could stay in your embrace forever, nothing would make him happier than just being close to you, in your arms, all the time.

bokuto is a little bit of a spoiled brat around you whenever you indulge him in the hugs and cuddles he longs for, but laying down on your lap to take a break after practice is his favorite thing to do. can he help it if your thighs are so pillowy and all he wants to do apart from bite and squeeze them is to lie down on them and stare up at you, smiling like a dork and begging you to kiss him, over and over until he's drowning in your love?

⺌✧❀ tetsuro kuroo

🐈 his ideal date: tutoring you.

kuroo is a really nerdy guy, but he keeps it on the down low most of the time. he loves participating in class and reviewing his lessons when he's got nothing else to do in between periods–it's kind of strange to you, since your image of this boy before you met him was way different than the cute nerd you're dating now.

kuroo is head over heels in love with you, so much so that he jokes about doing your homework so you have no excuse not to spend the rest of the day with him–and he kind of means it, because he's that crazy for you. kuroo can never say no to helping you, he loves it whenever you come to him for homework help. and in his honest opinion... he wishes you'd come to him every time you needed help, he's more than willing to help you, and he really wants to help you pass and get grades you'd be really proud of. your success is his success, too–and as long as you need him, he'll be there; just say the word, and he'll be there.

⺌✧❀ tooru oikawa

🍞 his ideal date: sharing milkbread with you.

oikawa is volleyball obsessed... but he loves another thing, milkbread; and he ultimately loves you. his ideal date is sitting down with you, maybe during lunch break, and sharing with you pieces of his favorite brand of milkbread. he does admit (to himself) that he wishes he knew how to make it, not just for himself, but rather... kind of to impress you, just a little bit.

he knows he has kind of an ego and is put on a higher pedestal compared to others–he doesn't necessarily enjoy it, due to the pressures that kind of image has on him–but when he's with you, he doesn't feel like he has to act around you; he can be himself, a person, when with you. talking about your feelings with him and vice-versa over a good few slices of delicious milkbread is the perfect way for you both to release your pent-up feelings after a long day.

sharing milkbread with you and feeding you–sometimes teasing you and eating up the portion he was going to put in your mouth–are just some of oikawa's favorite things to do with you. he loves pissing you off, but he loves making you smile even more. to see you smile all happily after he feeds you and calls you cute when your cheeks look full and you look all happy munching the pastry down... it makes his heart flutter, just a tiny bit. maybe he'll make some next time, it'd definitely be your favorite milkbread from then on if he doesn't burn it, that is.

#bokuto kotaro #kuroo tetsuroo #oikawa tooru #tooru oikawa #kotaro bokuto #tetsuro kuroo #kuroo x reader #oikawa x reader #bokuto x reader #tooru oikawa x reader #tetsuro kuroo x reader #bokuto kotaro x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu x gn!reader #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu kuroo #haikyuu oikawa #haikyuu bokuto #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu headcanons

[mysterystarz]

just keep falling for

pairing: kuroo tetsurou x g!n reader

genre: fluff, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, boatload of an oblivious but perceptive reader, kuroo really doesn’t know how to get the obvious out and reader cannot really tell him they know what he means

notes: rewatching hq and i literally fell in love w everyone again — dedicated to all kuroo fans, not proofread at all

also i haven’t written in so long so my style is all over the place so pls critique me and also my hand slipped

reblogs and opinions are appreciated <3

kuroo was taking an awfully long time in the locker room.

standing in the gym, you watched as the first years helped with deconstructing the volleyball nets for the day. while you offered your help, they politely declined, suggesting you wait to accompany their captain out to advertise their great work.

normally, kuroo was quick. any jokes that happened inside the locker room were quick to reach your ears, and you knew how much he tried to include you in everything.

you leaned against the wall, watching the clock tick for a whole minute before opting to pace around the gym.

little did you know, kuroo was having a meltdown inside the locker room.

“kuroo!” yaku yelled, brandishing his towel. “you need to get a grip. stop freaking out. you’re supposed to be the composed one!”

“seriously kuroo,” kenma agreed, “why are you acting so surprised. it’s not like this is new news.”

“guys,” kuroo began, raking a finger through his hair, “this messes up everything.”

“is this about y/n?” lev asked, finally entering the locker room. “did kuroo finally do something about that crush?”

“enough!” kuroo sighed, sitting down at one of the benches. in the span of the last ten minutes, kuroo had one of the most dramatic realizations of his life.

he liked you.

you, his best friend and his other half. you, who cheered for him at every game and even lended him cool analogies to use in captains speeches. you, who stole his jacket and ran away from him, leaving him to chase you as far as the two of you could run.

he wasn’t sure what had changed. somehow, you’d entered his head, and with every pump of his heart, you sunk deeper and deeper into his bloodstream.

“did you seriously not know?” yaku asked gently, “because if you ask us, it was obvious from the very start. you hold them in such high regard.”

“i didn’t,” he admitted, turning to meet yaku’s eyes. “i didn’t know and now, i don’t know what to do. we’ve been friends for ages….i don’t even think they see me that way.”

“just tell them kuroo,” kenma said, not looking up from his console. “they like you a lot, they’re not going to say no.”

the team voiced their agreement, and began to file out of the locker room at last.

“sorry to keep you waiting,” he smiled, meeting your gaze as he walked out of the locker room.

“no problem,” you said, returning a grin of your own. “was there something going on in there?”

“nahhhhh,” he laughed, “someone was just having a meltdown about how to do a proper confession.”

“confession?” you rose a brow, and kuroo silently cursed himself for letting such a specific detail slip.

for a moment, you were stunned. as you walked, you considered all the possibilities.

you knew lev had been racking up quite the fanbase through his games, and you also knew how yaku was starting to branch out a bit more. if kenma had a prospective partner, you would’ve already heard of it by now.

unless…unless it was kuroo having the meltdown.

you pondered this detail as you walked out of the school doors, holding them open for your lanky best friend.

“hey dork,” you began, “who are you planning on confessing to? it was your meltdown, right?”

kuroo felt his heart drop in his chest. curse you and your quick connections.

“what makes you think the meltdown was mine?”

“because i would’ve known about everyone else,” you smiled confidently. “you would’ve told me.”

kuroo simply looked at you, distracted by your smile and the way it lit up your eyes. if only he could put it into words.

you had a way of making him nervous.

“i’d tell you details if you stopped smiling at me like that. too bright — it’s hurting my eyes.” he teased.

what he didn’t expect was for you to laugh and immediately drop your smile, transitioning to a serious face.

“tell me now,” you huffed, “i deserve to know who’s on your mind these days.”

he sighed.

if there was one thing worse than your uncanny ability to read his mind, it was the lack of that ability to tell that you were the only person he ever thought about.

kuroo got home, resting his bag on the floor of his room and immediately dialing kenma. he picked up in an instant, and kuroo couldn’t help but be thankful for his setter.

“kenma,” he sighed, “this is like one of your games. impossible.”

“let me guess. y/n didn’t catch a hint?”

“they know it’s me” he groaned, “they know i had the meltdown. they know there’s someone in my head. they keep trying to ask me who it is, but i can’t just say ‘it’s you’ can i?”

“being direct is actually a good idea.” kenma suggested, “go retry that level kuroo. maybe you’ll have some luck this time.”

with that, kenma hung up, leaving kuroo frenzied with an emotion that felt a lot like hope.

sitting and staring out the window, you wondered if now was a good time to acknowledge your growing crush on nekoma’s middle blocker.

he was everything you could ever ask for. thoughtful, sweet, laughably charming, and with a nerdy twist that made him a dork and undeniably your other half.

it didn’t help how handsome he’d become over the years either. he’d gotten taller and taller, his eyes golden and his hair endearingly messy. he was solid from all the days spent practicing, and after every embrace, you were left craving more.

as much as you didn’t want to admit your discomfort, the sensation hovered over you like a fog.

the idea of kuroo having feelings for someone else was bittersweet. you adored him — you really did, and his happiness was yours.

but….you couldn’t help but wish that you could both be happy. that he’d see you the way you’d always seen him.

someone to just keep falling for.

the next morning, kuroo came to grab you from your house for the daily walk to school. he’d made an effort to make sure his tie was on incorrectly in the hopes that you’d fix it for him.

you greeted him at the door, breaking into a grin upon seeing his disheveled state.

“come inside,” you sighed, dragging him by the hand into the foyer. he stood patiently as you reached for his tie, straightening out the edges and meticulously smoothing out the wrinkles of his shirt.

“it’s almost like we’re married.” he teased, happy at the flustered expression that shot onto your features. “what? cat got your tongue?”

“shut up tetsu.”

“i don’t want to.” he said, looking into your eyes. he hoped that there was something conveyed in the silent space between you. the tenseness was all but palpable.

“oh.” you whispered, cupping his cheek. “so this is your confession? a messy tie and a lot of cheek.”

“of course,” he smirked, “you’re the only person i’d do that for.”

©mysterystarz all rights reserved, please do not plagiarize, translate, or modify my fics in any way even if credited

#nova scribbles <3 #man tags I forgot about these #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo x you #kuroo x y/n #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo imagine #kuroo drabble #kuroo headcanons #kuroo tetsurō #haikyuu kuroo

[strwbrryeyes]

𖦹°｡⋆ lev as a best friend

⟡ cw: fluff, friends to lovers, lev being a goof, lmk if i missed anything

⟡ a/n: lev is a dork

⟡ best friend series: yaku, kenma, kuroo || masterlist

best friend lev who you met when you ran into him one day because he wasn't paying attention to where he was walking. he apologized profusely and got you a drink from the vending machine as an apology.

best friend lev whose jaw dropped when he saw you were the nekoma volleyball manager when he first joined the team.

best friend lev who you got closer to when kenma asked you to stay a little while longer with them because didn't want to be alone with lev while helping him practice because he hates new people.

best friend lev who always asked you how you thought he was doing after every hit he landed looking for actual approval of his progress since kenma never gave any good criticism.

best friend lev who introduced you to alisa when you came over to help him study.

best friend lev who had to pry you from alisa's arms when she said she wanted to go shopping with you because he didn't want her stealing his 'smurf'.

best friend lev who calls you smurf because you're short and because one time he spilled blue paint on you when you guys were making a poster for a fundraiser the team was having.

best friend lev who you moved in with after high school so you guys could hang out while at college.

best friend lev who you always had to rush out the door because he moved soslow in the mornings or who you had to slap because he would get sidetracked on the way to class.

best friend lev who got scouted by a modeling agency one random night and came to you to ask what he should do because at this point alisa was a model too and he didn't want to take the spotlight away from her.

best friend lev who took your advice and talked to alisa about everything and ultimately decided that he would take up the offer.

best friend lev who brings you to every photoshoot so he wouldn't feel awkward.

best friend lev who caught feelings for you when you did his makeup for one of the shoots. he liked how gently you touched his face and how soft your hands were.

best friend lev who accidentally said 'yes' when a photographer asked him if you were his girlfriend.

best friend lev who panicked and said "well not yet!"

best friend lev who forgot alisa was there but remembered when she just said "just ask her out already you wuss!"

best friend lev who panicked even more and just loudly asked you out in front of everyone in the studio.

best friend lev who was relieved when you said yes after your laughing fit.

best friend lev who is now boyfriend lev who you now posed with for campaigns/magazines because he didn't want to be close to another woman.

#𖦹°｡⋆ 𝓃𝒾𝓃𝒾 #lev haiba #lev x reader #lev haiba x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #lev haiba fluff #lev x reader fluff #lev haiba x reader fluff

[omiomi-kyun]

03:14 — all these little things...

IWAIZUMI HAJIME was someone you look up to. He was considerate and knows how to take care of the people around him. Someone that even the teachers can rely on.

He’s an admirable person that you didn't even wonder why he’s always surrounded by people—especially your fellow students.

When you heard that there was an available spot in the volleyball team as a manager, you immediately took off and tried your luck.

But who would've thought that this would take you several hours before actually managing to stand in front of table where the coach and the members were at.

Once you met the gaze of the team's coach, you stood frozen on the spot. You could feel the forming of cold sweat on your forehead, but you tried to remain calm.

“See you tomorrow,” Coach Irihata said before calling the attention of one of the reserve players.

Your body shook before you even managed to respond to what the coach had said.

EVER SINCE THAT DAY, you were able to spend most of your free time with the team. You were there to assist them with menial task, and you were also there to cheer them up after their match with Shiratorizawa.

“We're almost at the end of the line,” Oikawa suddenly said while your friend group was walking you home. “What are your plans?”

“Oi, Oikawa, are you nervous?” Maki joked.

“You're not scared of Ushijima, are you?” Mattsun added while grinning.

“Leave me alone!” Oikawa began before ranting about how much he loathed ‘those geniuses.’

You watched the three of them from behind as they create ruckus in a quiet street. Although it was already nighttime, you weren't that worried to stay behind them.

All thanks to him. Hajime.

“Now that I think about it, have you finally decided the course you'll be taking in college?”

You glanced at him.

“Well, I'm not sure yet,” you responded. “How about you? Will you still be playing in college?”

He looked at you with a smile.

“I think I'm going overseas. I'm not sure though if I'll be playing in a competitive level, but I am sure that I won’t abandon this game.”

“I wonder what would happen to us in the future.” You both look at the three dorks walking ahead of you two. “Especially since that guy who's deadset on following his idol overseas.”

“Hm... I wonder too.”

SEVERAL YEARS LATER, you found yourself in a bar, sitting in a stool while watching the match between Hajime and Oikawa.

As the announcers were introducing the players who might turn the tides during the game, they started to mention some information that touched the sore spots in your team’s heart.

You chuckled while listening to Maki and Yahaba's response.

Who would've thought that Iwaizumi would become the trainer of Japan's National Volleyball Team?

“Ah... you still have that sparkling eyes,” Maki pointed out, making everyone in your group turn to you. “He's been here for awhile now, but you still haven't told him yet?”

“Oh, what's this? Is manager looking at a certain trainer that barely got his own screentime?” Mattsun added with a grin.

“Leave me alone you two.”

You lifted the mug of beer, a poor attempt in hiding your embarrassment.

When did they caught on? You were sure that you were able to hide your feelings towards Hajime for so long. You were keeping yourself in check for years.

So, how...?

“I won't spoil anything, but... I don't think anything could go wrong if you tell him about your feelings.”

You look at Maki who kept his gaze on the screen.

“He's not that dense, you know.”

For some reason, their words started to make sense.

“I-Is that why he's avoiding me?” you asked, looking at Maki, then at Mattsun. “I messed up, didn't I? Oh no...”

Before you know it, you were already on your way back to the hotel where you're staying at with the rest of your friend group.

Maki and Mattsun, feeling guilty and responsible for your drunkenness, decided to stay with you. Making sure that you won't do anything stupid.

“What will I do if Iwaizumi push me away? Should I change everything? My face, my name? But I like my name!”

Unfortunately for them, you were that kind of drunk.

“This is why I told you to stop them from drinking too much.”

You weren't sure if you're tripping, but you could hear his stern voice in your room. You tried to stsy still as you hide underneath the blanket, but Iwaizumi already know where you are.

He also watched you hide underneath the blanket.

“They're a mess when they're this drunk.” Then, you heard him sigh. “Let me get some things. I'll take care of them.”

However, before he could even take a step further, you began to wail.

“Waaaaah! He really hates me now... What should I do? He's leaving me behind...”

You were more than just a mess.

“Hajime don't leave! I don't like you anymore. I... hic... promise...” you shouted while sobbing.

Hajime sighed while shaking his head.

“I'll take care of her,” he told the two before walking towards you.

The mattress near where you were sitting on dipped. With swollen eyes, you looked at him.

“Ha... jime...”

“Silly,” he whispered as he wiped your tear-stained cheeks with his rough fingertips. “I told you to stay sober until after the game, but you didn't listen.”

You look down on your fingers, but Hajime was quick to cup your cheeks and made you meet his gaze.

“You probably don't know how much I like you.”

Your heart flutter.

“From that moment you sheltered those kittens on that rainy afternoon, to the day you started to stay with us through all those ups and downs as our manager...”

Tears began to form in your eyes once again.

“My feelings only grew over the years. Even during those years when I was studying in the US. You were the only one in my heart all these years.”

You started to wipe your own tears, but it seems like your tearducts have no intention of stopping those tears from running down your cheeks.

“I thought I was the only one who felt that way...” you sobbed.

Once again, you heard him chuckled before feeling his warm embrace around you.

“Silly,” he said. “But I love all these little things about you.”

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[teamatsumu]

Praise (Atsumu x reader one shot)

Summary: Atsumu won’t stop complimenting you, always telling you how beautiful you are. You think he’s full of crap.

Pairing: Miya Atsumu x reader

Word Count: 1,829

Warnings: Fluff, Suggestive language, swearing

A/N: Okay, first Atsumu one shot, finally. Hopefully yall like it!

Your short huffs and the click, click, click of your heels were the only sounds on the concrete of the parking lot as you made your way to your car. The night air was particularly still today, causing you to build up a sweat within minutes of being outside. You fumbled with your tiny purse to pull out your keys, settling into the driver’s seat before sighing and letting your shoulders slump. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back against the seat, feeling your lips turn into a frown.

This did not go how you thought it would.

Your date was nice enough. He was kind and asked all the right questions. He hummed in all the right places and told you enough about himself and his life to get you intrigued. You were feeling very happy with how the night was progressing. You were sure, positive, that there would be a second date. How could there not? You both were vibing like crazy.

It seems you had completely misread him though.

Right outside the restaurant, just as you were about to suggest you two go for a little walk and continue talking, he had raised a sheepish hand to rub the back of his neck, apologizing that you just weren’t his type. He thought he was being subtle when he looked you up and down as he said it, but you knew what he meant immediately.

He didn’t find you attractive.

If this had been a few years ago, you would’ve been crushed at the thought. But you were no longer the timid girl from high school anymore. You were a grown woman with a good career. Things like this didn’t faze you much now. You were more annoyed than anything else at having wasted your one free night on something like this. Dating wasn’t something you were particularly interested in at this point in your life, not when you had finally started settling in at your job. And the thought that tomorrow at work a certain blond setter would ride your ass until you told him how the date went made you scowl even harder.

Sometimes you wondered if Atsumu had ever heard the word ‘professionalism’ in his life. He sure as hell didn’t show it. Especially when it came to you.

You had joined MSBY as their brand new manager seven months ago. You had been slightly timid at first, and way in over your head, having to manage a V1 Volleyball team right off the bat. Combine that with how hyper some of the members could be, and you had the perfect recipe for chaos. At that time, you hadn’t anticipated that these boys would become some of your closest friends. And you couldn’t have ever dreamed that Miya Atsumu of all people would be the one you’re most fond of.

Atsumu loved to claim that you had caught his eye as soon as he saw you, boasting that he had seen your potential and that you would be sticking with them for a long time. He had been right, of course. MSBY was notorious for going through managers like they were candy. No one stuck around after the first month. Except you, and Atsumu liked to think it was because of him.

True to his nature, he had flirted with you endlessly since you joined the team. If it wasn’t corny one-liners that showed you just how much of a dork he was, it was stupid and sleazy innuendos that made Sakusa groan and glare at him in distaste every time. Nothing deterred Atsumu though. He was hell bent on reminding you that you were the ‘prettiest manager we ever had’. And he thinks it’s because he made you feel so welcome (his words not yours), that you had stuck around for so long.

You didn’t have the heart to tell him that his incessant flirting had actually made things much more difficult for a while.

It was Atsumu who had hyped up the prospect of you going on a date. He had ranted and raved that your date was a ‘lucky son of a bitch’ and how you would blow him away the minute he saw you. He had gone on and on until you were red in the face and scolding him to stop and get back on the court to practice.

You blamed him for your current predicament actually. No matter how much you ignored him or shot him down, his constant compliments had gotten to you. How could they not? You were still human, and Atsumu was, by your own admission, an attractive guy. Him telling you that you look beautiful more or less every day had given you this false confidence in yourself and that’s why you had agreed to go on a date in the first place.

(You knew your reasoning was a stretch. But blaming Atsumu felt good so you went with it.)

Your phone pinged, shaking you from your thoughts. You narrowed your eyes at the phone screen. Speak of the devil.

Miya: How’s it goin’? Ya gettin laid tonite? ;)

You rolled your eyes at the text. Thumbs typing a reply quickly.

You: Make me something to eat. Preferably ramen.

Miya: Aw no :( That bad?

You didn’t reply, putting the car in gear and heading over to your new destination.

……………………………..

A steaming bowl of beef noodles waited for you at the Miya residence, which you slurped down even though you had dinner not even an hour ago. Atsumu puttered around in the kitchen behind you as you half-focused on whatever volleyball game he was going through on the TV. You had hiked your dress up to your hips, Atsumu’s gray sweatpants covering your legs. Your hair was pulled into a messy knot on top of your head to keep it off your sweaty neck.

He finally sat down next to you with his own bowl, and the sounds of slurping and gulping overtook the thumps and cheers coming from the screen in front of you. For a minute, you two basked in the silence.

“So what happened?” He asked with a full mouth, voice slightly muffled. His eyes were still focused on the screen before him.

You sighed and chewed. “He said I wasn’t his type.”

Atsumu rolled his eyes at that and made a face. “‘Course yer not. Yer way too much for him ta handle.”

You gave him an offended look. “Huh?”

Atsumu nodded. “I mean, look at ya.” He gestured vaguely with his chopsticks. “And in that dress? Phew.”

You rolled your eyes. “You always do this, Miya. You always say all this mushy crap. This is all your fault.”

That made him pause, wide brown eyes looking at you. “Ha? How is it ma fault? What did I do?”

You glared down at your bowl as you thought of your next words. “You always talk about how beautiful I am,” you cringed. “Saying all these things to make me feel confident. Then I talk to an actual guy and realize you had built me up for nothing.”

Silence filled the space between you two as you stuffed another generous helping of noodles into your mouth, glaring at the TV and trying to ignore Atsumu’s stare on the side of your head as he set his bowl down on the coffee table.

“Okay, first of all, what do ya mean by ‘actual guy’?” He pouted in indignation, crossing his arms. You nearly snorted at the image. “Second, I never lied to ya! Not once! Well-” he stopped abruptly and pursed his lips in thought. “That dress ya wore for Bokuto’s birthday last month was fuckin’ hideous but-”

“Hey!”

“But that’s the dress’s fault, not yers!” He finished loudly. “I mean, ya still looked fuckin’ gorgeous-”

“Stop-” You held a hand up, placing your bowl next to Atsumu’s before frowning at him. “That’s what I’m talking about. Why do you keep doing that?”

He let out a frustrated huff. “Ya think I’m lyin’? Ya think yer not pretty?”

You shrugged. “I mean, I’m okay.”

Atsumu was already shaking his head at you, still scowling, his arms crossed. You trailed off and stared at him. It felt like you were being scolded like a child.

“I wouldn’ lie to ya, Y/N.” He said quietly. “Ya gotta be one of the prettiest girls I’ve ever seen. Like for real.” He ruffled his hair a bit, sighing. “That jerk made ya get all insecure ‘bout yerself. I gotta fix this.”

You could feel your neck heat up at his words, looking back at the TV when the sight of him became too much. This is exactly what annoyed you about Atsumu. He was too blasé about saying this stuff. He came off as so intimate at times, his words crossed so many boundaries. He didn’t even realize how much you were affected by his bold remarks, especially when he was sitting right there before you, in a black tee that stretched just right over his chest, and shorts that showed off his gorgeous thighs-

You closed your eyes and breathed deep and thinking about his words. How the hell was he going to “fix” this?

You nearly yelped out loud when you felt something soft make contact with your lips, eyes popping open to comprehend that Atsumu, your annoying, volleyball-playing, smirking, rowdy, smoking hot coworker was kissing you, placing a hand behind your head so you wouldn’t pull away, moving his lips over yours so deliciously it made your breath stutter and your eyelids flutter shut, until you were giving in and kissing him back. Your heart was beating a mile a minute, feeling yourself melt when Atsumu thumbed at the corner of your jaw, tilting your head so his mouth fit against you better. Your hands remained frozen in your lap, unable to move in case it broke the spell over you two. You let him guide the kiss, reveling in how soft his lips felt and how good he smelled so up close.

It felt like it was over too soon when you separated with a last, loud smooching sound that made your cheeks flush. Your breaths mingled, Atsumu not pulling away more than a few inches. You looked into his wide brown eyes, saw how his pupils dilated, the red that was creeping up from his neck to his ears.

“Ya believe me now?” He muttered, staring directly at your lips with a look so heated that it made your insides squirm. You hummed.

“I think,” you sighed. “I think I’m going to need a lot more convincing.”

He smirked at that, a teasing glint entering his eyes as his lips met yours again, harder this time, more sure, pushing forward until you were falling back into the plush cushion beneath you and his massive frame was hovering over you, the sounds of the TV completely ignored in the background.

…………………………….

Let me know what you think! Request are open x

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[rabbits-rib]

Rubbing my hands together like a evil fly

What's up pookie how are you, I have another request of it's okay :3

Some sfw and NSFW headcanons for Tim and Evan?

(the volleyball ones were so good I was giggling and kicking my legs ngl)

-🐟

HIII FISHY !! i'm soso happy you liked them :33 lmk if any of this should change !!

[NSFT] 🚬☠️ Tim Wright / Evan Myers x gn!reader sft and nsft headcanons :)

· · ·

Tim :

[SFT]

sappy guy honestly

he's got a lot of walls for you to get through, but as soon as you do he's the SWEETEST

he's a family man i can tell you that

whether that's y'all and some kids or y'all and some pets is up to you

he's the kinda guy to slow dance in the kitchen with you, quietly humming and tracing small circles into your back

he feels so guilty for it, but he does have a lot of reoccurring nightmares given what he's been through

he made need space, he may need comfort, but he just doesn't want you to be scared

that's honestly a major fear of his, making you scared of him in any way

it's a lot of his job and day to day, but he doesn't wanna do that to you. he knows you, he's let you into his life, he wants to keep you there

he honestly and truly does his best to keep you happy

he knows he can't get you everything he wishes he could, but he'll be damned if he doesn't try to make it up to you in other ways

[NSFT]

SPEAKING OF OTHER WAYYSSS

lord have mercy does this man love to praise you

every little thing you do, every little noise you make, he thinks it's the sweetest thing

not to say he won't be absolutely demolishing you, but he's definitely gonna be whispering deep, gravely praises into your ear while he does it

you have an almost constant hum of a low, "yeahh, that feel good, pretty? doin' so good for me, just a little more, i know you've got it in ya"

LOOOVES FUCKING YOU FROM THE BACK 🗣️

the control he has to use you however he wants reaaally gets him going

and he likes that you get to be as loud as you want, since most of the time he lasts long enough for your arms give out holding your body up that you're just a moaning mess against the pillows

he has

a secret

that he is EMBARRASSEDDDDDD about

it makes his head spin when you mark up his neck

he's so sensitive, poor thing has to grab onto your hips with a vice grip to keep himself grounded

if you catch him in the right moment while you're riding him and go for his neck, it's one of the few times you can hear him whimper

Evan :

[SFT]

HE IS SUCH A GOOF

complete dork and we love him for it

he's so obviously head over heels for you and it's the sweetest

if you like to talk about drama from work, school, etc he is PERFECT for over the top reactions

i feel like you guys have a lot of those moments where if there's a beat of silence in a conversation or just in general as soon as you guys make eye contact you burst out laughing at literally nothing

likes to play his music LOUDD

especially in the shower or while he's cleaning he is jamming way tf out and he absolutely wants you to join him

i think physical touch, words of affirmation and quality time are big things for him, so even if you're just there sitting on the couch while he's blasting music and smiling at him, he's over the moon

he's so silly and such a sap he'd do anything for you ☹️

[NSFT]

i can't imagine a world where Evan isn't loud

loves having you on top, you having any kind of control over him makes him melt

he is such a mess when he gets head

he's grabbing at anything he can, throwing his head back to let out whimpers and moans of your name

"o-ohh my god- babe please, please please it's s'much-"

HE CAN BE A SWEETHEART SOFT DOM THO

pressing your legs against your chest, panting and whimpering while trying his best to stay focused and keep an actual rhythm but you just feel so good around him his hips stutter and jolt against the back of your thighs

he always loves getting to see your face during anything

he wants to know he's doing good, and if he gets to watch your eyes roll back and hear you gasp out his name it's all he needs

he likes to talk you through it 😛

you could be on top riding him and as soon as he knows you're close he'd have a hand gripping your thigh or holding your hand, his voice low and adoring at he tells you "come on, baby, i got you, cum for me. i'm right here, i knoww, it feels so good, huh?"

#🐟 #evan myers x reader #evan myers smut #tim wright x reader #tim wright smut #everymanhybrid x reader #marble hornets x reader #rabbit writings

[mizukitoyama-blr]

Oikawa x Reader: School Festival [a haikyuu one-shot]

Ok y'all, so my friends and I had an all-nighter where we write one-shots. The twist is, we each wrote down on different sticky notes a character, a plotline, and I think the third is a location. We did this a year ago and I forgot all about this, but I recently found it so I'm posting it here lol

I hope you enjoy.

1145 words

Story under the cut.

Being a foreign exchange student, experiencing life in Japan was a bit of a culture shock: different introductions, different eating customs, different school traditions. One school tradition you noted was that Japan had school festival days. For the past week, your class had been working on an idea and building the vision. Today was the final day where the booths would actually be open to people and you were kind of nervous. Why? Who knows. Maybe it was more excitement than nervousness.

Your class finished assembling the booth reasonably quickly, so you figured you’d find your friend Oikawa to see if his booth needed any help. It wasn’t long before you found his booth and he was waving you down. Oikawa was one of the first people to introduce himself to you. Of course, you now realize he was just trying to scope out the new girl considering his… following, but it ended up being a good friendship; mainly consisting of you helping Iwaizumi call him names and him being a weird flirt even though he’s pretty much a dork.

“Hi, Y/n! Couldn’t stay away for long, eh?” he asked, waving.

“No, actually I’m looking for your pretty friend. Hey, Iwa!” you responded jokingly, to which Oikawa feigned a sad pout. “How’s the booth coming along?”

“We're almost done. Just need to put up the last few banners,” Iwaizumi said.

“You may want to be careful, Y/n. As soon as we open, girls will swarm the area. You might get trampled and die,”

“Yeah, I’m sure,” you said, rolling your eyes. “What are you guys doing anyway?”

“Kissing booth,” Iwaizumi said boredly as the title banner was hung up. You turned your head to Oikawa,

“What?”

“It’s the perfect concept! There's no girl in the world that wouldn’t want to kiss me! Just think of the revenue,”

“I wouldn’t count on it if it’s gonna be you, Oikawa. How is this even allowed in a school setting?”

“It’s just on the cheek. He does have a big following of girls at this school. It’s not like we can use his brain to help our booth,”

“I guess that makes sense,”

“How mean! Everyone undermines my intelligence,”

“Oh yeah, how did your game go Saturday?”

“It was fine. We won, of course, but it just felt too easy. I need a challenge in my life. You should come to my next game! You can wear one of my jerseys,”

“Hmm, tempting, but I’ll pass. Volleyball isn’t really my thing. Well, if you’re pretty much done, I’m gonna head around to look at the other booths. See ya around!”

“Bye, Y/n~!”

*

Everything looked amazing and you were having a good amount of fun before someone grabbed your shoulders from behind, making you jump. “Ya ho~!”

“Gah! Oikawa you scared me! Why would you do that?” you exclaimed and punched him in the arm.

“Ow! I can take the abuse from Iwa, but from you, it’s just too much,”

“Sorry. I saw opportunity and couldn’t resist,”

“The abuse I endure for you. Do you wanna go do something together?”

“What about your booth?”

“I’m all kissed out and on break. Girls wear a lot of lip product,” he said while rubbing some gloss and balm off his cheek. “But anyways, let’s go get some food or something. I’m so hungry,”

“I saw a teriyaki booth somewhere. Wanna get some of that? You’re paying,”

“Don’t I always?” The two of you walked the booths, trying different foods and desserts. The games were pretty fun too! It was nice playing games that weren’t rigged. You were clowning on Oikawa a bit at how much he sucked at some of the games compared to you, though you're sure he’d thrown some of your matches together. As your escapade continued, you noticed some girls you passed had their hands pressed to their cheeks while pointing and gazing at Oikawa, undoubtedly gushing over how they kissed each other on the cheek.

“I don’t understand how you can manage all the female attention. I’d get too tired of having to interact that much,”

“It does get bothersome sometimes. I used to love it, but now I think I’d prefer to have only one girl's attention, you know?”

“Ah, the development of a teenage male. From boyhood to maturity. All ready to settle down,” suddenly you gasped dramatically, almost making Oikawa drop the snacks he had bought. “A Ferris wheel! How did they get a Ferris wheel here!?”

“Y/n, I don’t think I’d trust that. It looks a little old,”

“Old shmold! Let’s go on!” Without a moment to protest you were dragging Oikawa by the hand to the big ride. “Woah! I can see the field yard from here!”

“Y/n! Please don’t lean out the side like that. You’re gonna fall!”

“Oh, you mean like this?” you asked and leaned out,”

“Y/n!” he said, reaching for you.

“What? Are you scared” you asked, and started rocking the box. He grabbed you and forced you to sit still beside him, like a mother to her rambunctious child.

“You’ve lost your fun privileges. Sit still until the ride is over,” you couldn’t help but laugh at him. You wondered if rides were a fear of his or if it was just Ferris wheels. Either way, it was fun to be out like this. You guys only ever really interacted at school during classes or studying. “Hey, Y/n. I think you should rethink going to my next game. I think I’d play better if you were there,”

“Why would you need to play better? You already win don’t you?” by this time the wheel had stopped and it was time to get off. You left the ride with a ‘thank you’ to the person running it and continued on.

“It’s less about the winning and more about… Y/n, would you just listen for a sec?” he grabbed your hand and pulled you back nearer to him. You blinked twice, looking down at where his hand didn’t leave yours.

“Kawa?” he started running his thumb over your knuckles nervously, his eyebrows knitting together in conflict.

“I want to see you at my games. I don’t care if I win, I just want to see you wearing my jersey number at my games,”

“What do you…” this wasn’t… was it?

“Earlier, I was wondering if you were gonna show up to the kissing booth at some point today. But now I’m realizing I’m glad you didn’t.”

“Wh-why?”

“Because now it feels more genuine,” he looked up at you, into your eyes, it felt invasive, uncomfortable, but not altogether unwelcomed. “Y/n. Can I kiss you?”

“I…” but the decision was clear to you then. “Yes.”

Sure enough, you were at his next game, the number one displayed proudly on your back.

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[goodbuckcharlie]

Volleyball>> hockey

Warning: minor cussing

Notes: this is just an introduction to Randi and Ally really. I wanted to post this sooner but I also wanted to finish a few parts because I want to make this a series :)

Best friends brother masterlist

@/ Ally_hughes

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Caption- volleyball>>hockey

Tagged- @/Randi.Kingston

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@/Randi.Kingston- you fr exposed me in that last photo

@/ally_hughes- it’s my job as your best friend to keep you humble.

@/Randi.Kingston-well then consider yourself unemployed 🖕

@/markestapa- ooo the girls are fighting

@/_quinnhughes-I hate to be the one to break it to you but everyone in your family plays hockey.

@/ally_hughes- That’s why I’m the best Hughes around💪

@/Jackhughes- The only reason you started playing volleyball is you can’t skate to save your life.

@/ally_hughes- nah I’m built different

@/trevorzegras- 🏒🏒🏒

@/colecaufield-🏒🏒🏒

@/_alexturcotte-🏒🏒🏒

@/edwards.73- 🏒🏒🏒

@/jaime.drysdale-🏒🏒🏒

@/lhughes_06-🏒🏒🏒

@/randikingston- 🏐🏐🏐

@/lhughes_06- I meant to say 🏐🏐🏐

@/umichfan1- Luke changing his answer to match Randi. He’s so in love.

@/devsfan3-Girl you are reaching so hard.

@/umichgirl6-no I think she’s on to something here

@/randi.kingston

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Caption- a bad bitch and baddie friend

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@/ally_hughes- damn we are so hot

@/edwards.43- damn you are so hot

@/lhughes_06- tf u just say?

@/randi.Kingston- don’t mind e moose he talks out of his ass, but he is right Ally is hot

@/jackhughes- it’s past your curfew✋

@/ally_hughes- get out of here boomer

@/randi.Kingston- im going to block you grandpa

@/trevorzegras- don’t let the photos fool you, these two are not as nice as they look.

@/masonmctavish- they are nice they just don’t like you

@/trevorzegras- impossible I’m an absolute delight to be around

@/_quinnhughes- I hate you

@/trevorzegras- I DIDNT EVEN SAY ANYTHING TO YOU.

@/lhughes_06- miss you both ❤️❤️

@/ally_hughes- we all know that you mean “I miss you Randi 💋💋.”

@/randi.kingston- miss you too moose

@/jackhughes- he’s giggling and kicking his feet like a little school girl

@/dawson1417- yeah and he’s muttering to himself like a dork

@/lhughes_06- I am not @/jackhughes @/dawson1417

@/luca.fantilli- last night was wild💪

@/lhughes_06- you were with them?

@/rutgermcgroarty- a couple of us were but apparently we didn’t make it on the ig.

@/randi.Kingston- you guys didn’t make the ig cause it was girls night and you just happened to be at the same bar as we were and then joined us for late night wingstop✋

@/luca.fantilli- I thought our time together meant something

@/edwards.73- you said what we had was special

@/dylanduke25- last night was the best night of my life and you’re saying it meant nothing.

@/lhughes_06- you guys are ridiculous

@/edwards.73- that’s a funny way of saying you’re jealous.

@/lhughes_06- I’m not jealous

@/markestapa- oh so you wouldn’t mind if we told you we are on our way to her dorm rn.

@/edwards.73- you did not just call mark and say “no” and then hang up?

@/umichfan6- hit me like a volleyball mami.

@/umichfan1- I’m 65% convinced this is Luke on a burner account.

@/luca.fantilli

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Caption- girls night 🤪

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@/_quinnhughes- why is Edward’s holding my sister like that in that last photo?🤨

@/edwards.73- we were watching a scary movie and she got scared.

@/luca.fantilli- bruh we watched frozen

@/ally_hughes- terrifying

@/_alexturcotte- #freerandi

@/ally_hughes- what’s not photographed is Randi running around like a mad women, Luca sitting on her was the only way she would sit

@/luca.fantilli- more like poor me,she bit me

@/randi.Kingston- I did not bite you

@/lhughes_06- I was never invited to girls day when I was there.

@/ally_hughes- this is your fault, you told your friends to keep an eye on us and now they don’t leave us alone

@/randi.Kingston- moose next time I’m in Jersey we can have a girls night.

@/jackhughes-thats a weird way to ask him out on a date

#hockey imagine #nhl blurb #nhl imagine #nhl #nj devils imagine #luke hughes #luke hughes blurb #umich hockey #umich imagine

[eashn]

kuroo tetsurō | College AU hcs

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summary: a comprehensive list of the CollegeAU!Kuroo headcanons that have been plaguing me for years. 

warnings: allusions to alcohol, some sexual content, swearing, kuroo’s abs.

general

he’s double-majoring in business and chemistry—does hella good in both. 

academic weapon

fairly active in the party scene, but won’t admit he secretly hates it sometimes. prefers the quieter, more refined bustle of the science library or the local cafés. 

didn’t want to commit to the professional level, but still plays club volleyball. never quite finds another team that fits him like Nekoma did. 

on the outside

those dark locks are unruly as ever. 

he’s always been huge but reaaaaally buffed up after high school: broad shoulders and massive, sculpted lats. chiseled abs and the V-line of a fucking god.

he’s worked hard for that body (more on that under Habits), so he shows it off with what he chooses to wear

fitted tees

those sleek athletic compression shirts

prioritizes comfort—his wardrobe is definitely hoodies- and sweatpants-heavy. see images above for a visual 

owns like, nine pairs of gray sweats. the cheeky bastard. 

habits

hits the gym like it’s a religion. his routine is immaculate: strength training couple times a week, a run/jog outside nearly every day. he kickboxes sometimes. plays volleyball of course. 

doesn’t take enough rest days

and forgets to stretch afterward. his shoulders are always tight because of it. 

has a fairly decent sleep schedule

but. he’s a caffeine addict. pulls all-nighters at least once a month, flipping through his textbooks while sipping hot, black coffee.

takes his tea without sugar

and his whiskey neat

doesn’t drink much, though. especially at parties, he likes being able to talk intelligently—to nail first impressions with biting wit and laid-back charm. there’s a certain level of self-possession he cultivates in order to achieve that, though, and alcohol tends to mess with it.

always drives his friends home when they’ve had too much.

academics

he’s good. 

really good. 

aced Organic Chemistry his freshman year while everyone else was shitting their pants

chats with his Business professors during their office hours for fun

his notes are disgusting. loose leaf sheets stuffed into his books, chicken-scratch handwriting littering their margins. 

can’t draw good Lewis Diagrams for shit. his Chemistry TAs give him hell for it.

still, he somehow manages to earn the highest test scores in the class.

competitive. silently simmers when he catches someone earn even a slightly higher grade. he always needs to be the best; he’s greedy for success and recognition. 

total workaholic. grinds himself to the bone.

but also, he really, really loves what he does. the little things thrill him: an Acid-Base titration gone perfectly right, or a really good conversation about Keynesian economic theory. 

he’s such a dork. he’ll never admit to it though

after hours

he’s not a fuckboy. he’s not.

he just…has a certain effect on women. and boy, does he know it.

as mentioned above, he parties fairly frequently—he’s a hot, outgoing twenty-something, so naturally he’s getting invited to a lot. but again, he doesn’t always enjoy the crowds and the noise, and he really doesn’t like getting wasted. 

but if there’s one thing kuroo loves? 

it’s attention. 

though he lingers at the quieter edges of crowds, pretty girls still seek him out, striking up flirty conversation over the din of party music. 

he’ll admit the talk itself is never actually interesting. none of those women are quite smart enough to keep up with him

but all the same, he goes home with them—because they all want him so much. and god, does that stroke some animalistic part of his ego. 

the truth is, kuroo kinda needs to feel wanted. he’s a man that spends all his time competing—beating himself into shape to achieve his various goals. so, when people make him feel like he’s good enough as is, it’s worth a lot. 

his hidden insecurities are part of the reason he won’t approach any truly intelligent women, the ones he notices in his lecture halls and classes. deep down, he’s a little scared of women that can dominate him academically.

but, secretly? he’s also really fucking attracted to that.

desperately wants to meet someone he can actually talk to, a person that’ll share in his ambition and can keep up with his wit.

but for now, settles just for fucking to relieve stress. wakes up more often than not to an empty bed, with no reminder left behind of the girl that was in it the night before. 

A/N - thank you for reading! these were wayyyy too fun to write so this might be the prelude to a bunch more collegeAU!kuroo stuff i do in the future. send me an ask or a message if you’d like to be added to a taglist for that! 

requests for haikyuu headcannons/drabbles are WIDE OPEN!!! send in an idea, and follow @eashn​ for more :)

#haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu smut #kuroo tetsurō #kuroo smut #kuroo headcanons #kuroo imagine #hq boys #hq kuroo #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu!!

[blushblushbear]

HII BEAR !! How are you?? PWEHEHRH THIS IS MY FIRST TIME SENDING AN ASK- OKAY, WHAT IF: Beach day with the boys? 🧐

did someone say BEACH BOYS????

Nimh - ALL THE SUNSCREEN. All of it. Likes playing in the waves and sand, doesn't go too far out into the water though. Loves a popsicle and a soda! always gets sand in his everywhere

Volks - loves the beach! loves the sun! loves the water! LOVE THE BARBECUE! Likes to dig in the sand. Maybe make a sand castle but first-- DIGGING!

Kelby - WATER SPORTS! SURFING! SWIMMING! BEACH VOLLEYBALL! Always gets burnt cause he forgets to reapply his sunscreen-- he was having too much fun!

Eli - Time to tan, drink fruity drinks, eat ice scream and hunk watch. Also play around in the waves and sand but only after he's had a few coconuts with little umbrellas!

Anon - hates the sun. hates the sand. hates the water. has on 3 different high spf sunscreens WHY IS HE HERE, HE'S GINGER

Garret - TIME TO PLAY IN THE WATER TILL HE ALMOST PASSES OUT FROM HEAT STROKE!

Dmitri - Getting his tan on, even more so than Eli. Also showing off his new speedo.

Ichiban - Hides under an umbrella and towel. eventually goes into the water for a bit, then back to the umbrella and towel.

William - Loves looking for sea life! also is super into boating! loves being out on the waves! what a time to unwind

Myx - just kinda bumming around the beach. catches some waves, hanging out with the gang, making a mondo sandcastle, eating ice cream! what a good day!

Stirling - hiding under an umbrella, a towel, a large hat, a robe, some sunglasses, and gloves. he loves the invite but really-- a vampire on the beach??? no thank you

Scale - gets into a fight with a crab, almost looses

Sven - GETS SAND IN HIS EVERYWHERE. is having fun regardless!

Cole - mostly chilling in the shade. only comes out to play when a water gun fight starts. he promises the verocity with which he hunts and shoots everyone down is just his natural competitiveness and no kind of underlying aggression. honest.

Poe - another dark dork hiding from the sun. at least he's not going full bathrobe like the vampire. although he is wearing SO MUCH sunscreen and is still probably going to get burned

Cashew - reading on the beach like a nerd. chills for the most part but does eventually join in the fun when you take a dip

Seth - that beach ball slipped out of his hand, he promises. also he doesn't know what happened to that kids sand castle, honest. anywho SPLASH FIGHT!

Logan - unofficial life guard, snack mom and sunscreen police. also hydration police. he's just making sure everyone is having fun and survives!

Reece - running experiments to learn more about earth sand and sea water. gets buried in the sand at some point and doesn't know when it happened. (he was distracted!) enjoyed himself!

Aki - OH MAN! TIME FOR FUN AND SUN AND TRICKS AND TREATS AND HE'S GONNA HAVE A FIELD DAY HERE! LOOK OUT BEACH, HERE COMES AKI!

Haru - he loves barely wearing any clothes. also seeing you barely wearing any clothes. who's up for a skinny dip to make it no clothes??? (might get told off by the life guard cause SIR THIS IS NOT A NUDE BEACH)

Fuyu - the final member of the lots of sun screen gang. takes him a minute to warm up to all the sand and salt water, but he eventually has fun. does complain about the salt and sand in his hair later though (BUT HIS SKIN HAS NEVER FELT SOFTER)

they'll all have fun fun fun till the daddy takes the T Bird away

#bear text #blush blush #blush blush game #bb game #bear talks #bb #bear answers

[dojunie]

MESSENGER, HRJ [PT 8: SHH!]

➥ PART 8 OF MESSENGER; a small smau about a stranger, a whole lot of animal pics, and a relationship you would never have expected to come from texting a random number written on a public bathroom mirror.

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a/n: double update AGAIN bc i took forever to update 🤠

current tl: @matchahyuck @theboyz-jacob @hoeshi17 @neoteez01 @hibernatinghamster @luvvsnae @shwizhies @skynightgalaxy @ihrtnyu @kunvibing @liliansun @txpxwxk @is4b3ll3s @rxnexxi @rum-gone-why @she-is-dreaming @chenfleur @haedgaff @twogyuu @jeongintwt @rinrinslovebot

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RENJUN HAS NEVER WANTED TO STRANGLE SOMEONE MORE THAN HE DOES RIGHT NOW.

There were almost tangible beams of heat drilling into the side of Donghyuck’s head as Renjun glared at him from across the table, while the man in question smiled and flirted and chatted with his girlfriend like absolutely nothing was amiss. Birds were chirping. The sun was shining. There wasn’t a single cloud in the sky, and students were wandering around in the quad outside without a care in the world—

—And yet, he still felt like he was seconds away from being executed.

Had Renjun’s mind not already been obliterated from the test he’d just taken in his last class, he might’ve been more suspicious of Donghyuck’s text. Because Lee Donghyuck? Asking him if he was free to study? On a Friday? 

However, a few hours of studying simply didn’t sound too bad after just barely escaping English Lit with his average intact, which meant he didn’t smell the blood in the water until it was too late— when he’d stumbled upon the rather quiet corner that Donghyuck told him to head towards instead of their usual spot on the first floor. (And this should have been another clue, as Hyuck has only ever wanted to study near the vending machines on the rare occasions Renjun could convince him to open a book, but like any normal human being, he wasn’t thinking that this random change in scenery would lead to this.)

He rounded the corner, saw Donghyuck, saw Doyeon, and then saw you, and instantly felt like he'd just walked into the universe's idea of cruel joke.

Why? Well. Because the only logical solution after realizing how badly he'd fucked up by not immediately telling you who he was after the volleyball game— the double life he’d accidentally started by being too embarrassed to tell you in fear of… everything, really— had been to just... never see you again.

As stupid as it sounds, like some plot from a teen movie, it was the only thing he could think to do that wouldn't make things worse.

Renjun would quicker die than tell you this, but he'd gotten used to you. He'd grown familiar with always having you in his head, accustomed to your endless exclamations, used to how his mood would shift for the better every time your message bubble appeared on his screen— and the idea of losing you because of something so stupid made his stomach squirm like nothing he'd ever felt before. To keep you in his life as Duckboy he'd have to stay out of your way as Renjun, and if those were the stakes then he'd take his chances.

He'd just avoid you like the plague. That was fine. He could do that.

(Since he's never seen you in real life before this week, it probably won't even be that hard, he thought. Right?)

Right.

Hence the reason his heart just about exploded in his chest when he saw you sitting in this library seat. 

A few minutes have passed since then, original panic ebbing into tightly-wound stress as the seconds ticked by with you not even a foot away from him. 

He initially thought that if he just acted really serious about studying, you might keep your distance. If he glued his nose to his textbook and said nothing, pretended you weren’t there, entirely at the expense of looking like an uptight dork but hopefully putting you off from wanting anything to do with him— he might get out of this unscathed.

He felt you looking at him. He’d even caught you nearly say something to him once, watching you open your mouth out of the corner of his eye, before you thought better of it and slouched back down in your seat, frowning.

For a while it worked. But as he honestly should’ve known about you by now, if your messages were anything to go by— your curiosity could only be so subdued.

“What course is that for?”

You leaned into Renjun’s side of the table. 

He tore his eyes away from the textbook he wasn’t focusing on to look at you, and is wholly embarrassed by how easily his indifferent facade cracks.

The worst part of it all is knowing that if he wasn't such a coward, you might've been halfway to being friends by now. Maybe this would have been it. But instead he set himself up for this: You, sitting at his side, asking him questions and talking to him and entwining yourself further and further into his space with the obvious intent of getting to know him better, without the slightest idea that you already knew him. You know where he was born. You know his hobbies, his favorite animals and least favorite foods; you know about the difficulties he has with brother, and because it’s easier to tell things to strangers on the internet, you know things about him that not even his own family knows.

Except you don’t really feel like a stranger to him anymore.

“I can’t recognize like half the words on that page. This is math, right?”

“Applied Statistics,” he replied feebly. 

There were some things that couldn't be translated through a phone, though. Like the clear lilt of your voice without the tin of a receiver. How much you seem to fidget; biting pen caps, tapping the table with your fingers, bouncing the balls of your feet against the carpeted floor. Your lack of respect for personal space. He’s hit by a blast of your shampoo or perfume (Honey, like you told him you put in your tea? Vanilla?) as you bow your head closer to oogle at his side of the table.

“Have you ever seen the Davinci Code?" you asked. "All that equation gibberish that was floating around the Mona Lisa in that really, really, ridiculously long monologue scene near the beginning?”

He has never seen the Davinci Code. He nods anyway. 

“This looks like that. You actually understand this stuff?”

“It’s an advanced course,” Donghyuck cut in suddenly. Both you and Renjun turn to look at him; you in interest, he, with irritation hastily returning. “You have to take a test to even get a chance to take that class because it counts for like, three math credits, instead of the one like the rest of us losers have to contend with. Renjun here is pretty smart, you know?”

Fuck off, he wanted to bite— but then you hummed and nodded beside him like this made sense, and he temporarily forgot his venom.

“Probably why I haven’t seen you around,” you told him casually. “I don’t tend to attract people with more than two brain cells to rub together, if not already obvious by my friendship with these two.”

Doyeon gasped and reached across the table to swat at you, and you flung yourself closer to Renjun to get out of her reach. You’re giggling brightly as you begin to bicker with her, the same laugh that’s been swirling around in his mind since that night you called him— and again, his irritation slips away at the familiar sound. Though, instead of it being recouped by the slushy feeling he usually got when he thought about your laugh— he’s struck by even more guilt.

The only reason Renjun already knows what you sound like is because you called Duckboy that night. 

The reason he’s so sure he’s smelling honey and vanilla is because you told Duckboy that those were your favorite scents. 

The reason he knows that math isn’t your strong suit isn’t because you just told Renjun that you find it hard— it’s because you told Duckboy a few days ago that you flunked two math courses in your freshman year, and that it really knocked the wind out of your sails. It was something you told him in sincerity, the first time he’d ever noticed a waver in your usually boisterously confident persona and the sheepish way you brought him a little closer; how Renjun had to fight to keep from grinning when you got flustered afterwards and made him promise not to make fun of you for it. 

‘I only tell people that I really trust about that,’ you’d texted him later, ‘So don’t go around making me regret it!!!’

And now he was repaying your sincerity by lying straight to your face. If that wasn’t grounds for regret, he didn’t know what was.

His stomach was in knots by the time he was snapped out of it, to the sound of Donghyuck’s muffled wailing. Muffled because Doyeon’s hand is clamped over his mouth, the girlfriend in question staring at him, wide eyed, as if he’s just done something awfully stupid— and judging by the pinched look on your face as Renjun chanced a glance at you, he might not have been too far off.

“Kim Doyeon,” you whispered, betrayed.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry— Shit, I thought you were kidding! Was your little phone-rendezvous seriously supposed to be a secret?”

What? Renjun lost the plot. He has no idea where the conversation has gone. Donghyuck manages to wrangle Doyeon’s hands from his mouth, enough for him to gasp a needed breath, and then out comes a howl that echoes throughout the high ceilings of the SNU Technical Library.

“You have a cyber-boyfriend?”

Turns out that the corner that Donghyuck picked for his study session was not nearly as secluded and confined and soundproof as you all thought. Ten seconds later and you were being run out of the library by the little, hawkish, very red in the face floor attendant. Twenty seconds later, poor Renjun has somehow ended up saddled with Donghyuck’s bag as you and Doyeon chase him around the front steps of the building, shouting obscenities over his lack of decorum— and another twenty seconds later the four of you are walking back to the dormitory block, Donghyuck’s ears pinched pink and the conversation having shifted back to normalcy.

You hadn’t really been planning to study today. You honestly hadn’t been planning to do much of anything really, besides vedge out in your dorm room with a bag of frozen peas on your ribs (courtesy of Duckboy’s quick thinking, though you’d never tell him that) since only two short days have passed since the game and you were still plenty sore.

But Doyeon, in her text, had offhandedly mentioned that this Renjun guy would be coming, and your sudden openness to cracking open a book surprised the both of you. She, because the last time you willingly agreed to study with her and Donghyuck was… Never, and you because you weren’t expecting the mere idea of seeing Hyuck’s friend again to make studying sound like less like torture.

You’d be lying if you said your mind hasn’t run across him since the game. Nothing nefarious, of course. Just vague curiosity. Interest. Mostly around how, with a face as cute as his, it was possible you’d never noticed him around campus before; or just why the hell he’d been acting so weird when you met. Plus other innocent questions, like what he got up to in his free time if he was allegedly as reclusive as Donghyuck had joked. Like if he read books. Or played an instrument. 

Or if he had a girlfriend. 

(You know. Completely harmless things like that.)

Then he’d appeared in the library corner a little bit after you’d gotten there, looking properly studious in his little denim jacket, books huffed up under his arm and bag slung over his shoulder— but also just as stiff and sickly as he’d been upon seeing you a few nights ago. 

It was like your mere presence put him on edge but you had no idea why, and this little study session confirmed that it wasn’t just a first-meeting-jitters thing. He didn’t seem to relax for a single second back there at the study table, and pondering the list of possibilities began to drive you a little crazy. 

(Did you smell bad? It couldn’t be. You’d showered before you left your room, and even spritzed an extra burst of your honey chamomile perfume since you knew you’d be in close proximity to him today. Were you too pushy? Hopefully not— you’d been trying your damnedest to be on good behavior, only asking the most mundane of questions to hold yourself back from voicing any thought that grazed your brain like you usually did with potential friends; and he’d been responding in kind. He wasn’t weird around girls, since he seemed to talk to Doyeon just fine— So what’s the deal?)

You didn’t get any closer to answering that question like you’d hoped you would before the session was over, but that was no matter. All today had done was cement in your brain that, whether he was just a natural introvert or if it really was something about you that ticked him the odd way— you’d die before you gave up on figuring it out.

Maybe a little dramatic. But that’s just how much you hated being left in the dark.

After Donghyuck had gotten you all kicked out of the library (and you’d socked him good for the ‘cyber-boyfriend’ comment), the consensus had been to just call it quits on studying for the day. Fine with you. You didn’t mind an hour to kill before practice, anyway.

You’ve ended up beside Renjun again as the four of you wandered down the path that led you back to student housing. Hyuck and Doyeon were a few steps ahead, mumbling about something you weren’t quite close enough to hear, until Doyeon cursed. 

“Of course I would remember now,” she whined. It was only when she stopped to turn, eyebrows knit as she found your face, that you even realized she was talking to you. “Statistics. Statistics. That’s what I was forgetting to tell you in the library. I got a text from Guyeon a few hours ago complaining about a pop quiz that her statistics professor set on her this morning, and I remembered you two were taking the same course but on different days— the whole reason I even asked you if you were free to study with us today was to tell you that so you could prepare.”

“Statistics?” you echoed. “Like… Stats 204? Professor Yubin’s Stats 204?”

She winced, damning confirmation, and when it finally hit you almost gasped aloud. You have a pop quiz tomorrow?

“So?” Donghyuck asked. “Just study for it tonight? Aren’t you free for the rest of the day?”

“No, dipshit,” you hissed, dread steadily rising, “Considering that your girlfriend is the captain of the team, you should already know that Doyeon and I have practice in an hour that doesn’t end until six! Not to mention that studying doesn’t really help when you barely understand the material in the first place—”

“Aren’t his quizzes pretty short though?” Renjun asked quietly.

It was obvious that he wasn’t expecting any of you to hear him, from the way he froze when all three of your heads whirled in his direction, but you did. You heard him loud and clear. 

“What was that?” you asked quickly. His face seemed to pale three shades at the sudden intensity of your stare. 

“Have you… Taken? Statistics 204 before?”

“Uh—I… Yes? But it was in freshman year, I mean, it was a while ago—”

“But you took it,” Donghyuck interrupted, voice suddenly very, very pointed. You glanced at him. Hyuck’s face was now the perfect picture of interest, a carefully neat and somehow still nefarious grin tugging at his lips. “Right, Jun? And like I said, Y/N, Renjun here is a real star when it comes to numbers. Did I already tell you he has a 4.0 too? That he was a tutor last year?”

Your eyes widened further. He was a tutor? He was that smart? 

Foolishly you asked in what subject, knowing the answer wouldn’t sway your sudden bubbling desperation either way, but you felt it right to ask— and Donghyuck’s smile only widened further. 

“Math.”

“I stopped tutoring though,” Renjun blurted quickly, as if only now realizing where this was going, and you turned back to him to catch his expression morphing into clear alarm. “I only did it for a few months because the STEM board asked me to fill in a spot, I’m not any authority or anything—”

“The school asked you to tutor people?”

“I feel like that should make you a very big authority,” Doyeon chimed. “Maybe the biggest authority, actually.”

“Well shit,” Donghyuck said cheerily. “And aren’t you free for the rest of the day, Renjun? Isn’t that just the craziest coincidence that Y/N could use a study buddy tonight?”

And for the first time in the very short amount of hours you’ve known this guy, as Renjun whirled to look at Donghyuck, you saw a cast on his face that wasn’t vague discomfort or straight up horror. It was a look you didn’t even know Renjun’s face could make— and the pure, burning disdain written all over his features was enough to snap you out of your blind hope.

His expression couldn’t be any clearer; Renjun did not want to be volunteered.

Which… duh, you suppose in hindsight. If he couldn’t even sit next to you in the library without looking like he was waiting to exploded, then what type of torture would it be to study with you alone? Sure, you were desperate for any chance to not fail this quiz, but the last thing you wanted to do was force the guy into your space when he obviously wasn’t too sure about you yet. Ideally, you wanted to win him over naturally. Not through Donghyuck’s odd meddling. 

Before Donhyuck could say anything and make it worse, you shook your head and forced as big a smile as you could manage.

“That’s alright,” you said, casually waving a dismissive hand, “I got it. I, uh… I have another friend who can help me out, anyway— I’d hate to spring something on someone so last minute!”

You felt Doyeon’s pointed eyes on the side of your face, narrowed in obvious disbelief— because you were lying through your teeth and she knew that you had no friends who were taking Stat 204 this semester, much less any who’d ever volunteer to help you study on a Friday night— but instead of acknowledging her suspicion, you avoided her gaze altogether and restarted the walk back to the dorms.

“What?” Hyuck whined belatedly. He stared at you as if he couldn’t believe whatever he was scheming didn’t work. “But— But Renjun is literally—”

“Forget it,” you interrupted. “I have no interest in taking up his night with the hell that is reversed variables. Doyeon and I have to be at practice soon and I still want to eat, so can we get a move on?”

This thankfully seemed to be the end of the conversation, even if Donghyuck was huffing and puffing the whole way back to the dorms; Doyeon next to you now since your sudden speed walking had shifted you to the front. You knew she had things to say about all of that but you kept your eyes forward. (It wasn’t like she wasn’t going to have an entire afternoon to interrogate you in the gym during practice, anyway. God.)

The two boys paused on the pathway as you and Doyeon branched off towards your own building, Donghyuck making all sorts of crying noises and loud declarations of love as Doyeon walked on and tried to look annoyed about it (clearly failing, if the pink in her ears was anything to go by), while Renjun just stared off after you like the entire weight of the world was on his shoulders. 

Almost as if realizing he was being odd again he rebooted, blinking it out of his eyes and nodding you goodbye in proper quiet fashion, you couldn’t find it in yourself to be too off put by it. 

(Mostly because his lip pulled into the tiniest smile as he waved, and the sight of it was cute enough to make you forget. What can you say? You’re a simple girl.)

If it turned out that there really was a reason for how curious he was being, you were sure you’d figure it out soon enough. You were rather good and sleuthing out secrets— and Renjun was the most intriguing puzzle you’d come across in a long time.

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[kairismess]

Hello!! Can I request a kageyama x reader? Where it's just high school fluff they're both crushing on each other :)

I love ur writing btw<33

hearts' day 008.

in which the king of the court has found his better half.

"...i don't have a crush."

he gruffly responded to you as he practiced his tosses, seeming a lot sloppier than how he performed before you asked him that question out of the blue. you chuckled, seeing how the question made him trip up on his feet and throw him off balance for a minute.

"well, what would you say if i told you i had a crush?" you challenged him, making him choke on his breath and forget he was ever practicing in the first place. his open hands received nothing and remained frozen in the air, the ball missing its mark and falling behind him as the blueberry haired boy stared up into the now empty space above him where no ball flew or awaited him any longer.

he slowly retracted back into a normal standing position, his arms falling to his sides, as he slowly turns to look at you, a dark storm cloud over his dark blue eyes as he crinkles up his forehead and nose at your words. "...is that so?" he asks you, a red hue tinting his cheeks a little as you smile and nod, with him not realizing who your crush is.

kageyana retrieves the ball to practice his serves again, all while keeping his ears sharp for hints on who this mystery crush of yours could be.

"he has short, dark hair..."

"uh-huh."

"and dark blue eyes..."

"mhm..."

"and a permanent scowl on his face, but it curls up into a happy, child-like smile when he's eating yogurt or drinking milk."

"o... kay."

you could not be talking about him right now... could you?

you chuckled and walked closer to him, the volleyball he forgot to receive in your hands after you picked it up for him, handing it to him shyly with a smile. "and did i forget to mention, he's very... talented at volleyball. like, crazy talented, i've never met anyone as dedicated to the sport as him. and i love him more and more everyday that i see him working hard to achieve his dreams."

kageyama's dark blue eyes widened, a tint of red strewn across his cheeks. "...hinata, you mean?" he asked you, all those hints you dropped earlier flying over his blueberry head.

you pout and playfully hit his head. "dumbass." you mutter, about to chuckle. kageyama couldn't help but glare at you a little, he wasn't exactly mad at you, but he was a little frustrated at you making him guess who you like instead of you outright telling him.

he captured your cheeks, squishing them with one hand in a tight grip. "spit it out, who is it?" "like i'd tell you, tobio..." "c'mon, get on with telling me, or else... i'll never tell you that i like you–"

oh crap.

your eyes met his, that slight tinge of red on his face shifting to a full blown flustered expression made kageyama let go of your cheeks, withdrawing from you by a few steps, looking away from you as he tried to forget what he just admitted to you, hoping you'd forget what he said, or even didn't get to hear a word of it.

"...you like me back?" you asked him in a shy whisper, making kageyama's ears perk up, his head whipping backwards to face you, his blush remaining on his face. "...like you back?" he repeated involuntarily, making you get a shy and flustered, smiling like a dork as you fiddled with your thumbs. "yeah... you like me, and i... i like you."

"i... i guess i do."

"you guess?"

"i-i mean... dammit." he muttered as he approached you, not even looking at you. and in the blink of an eye, he leaned over and pecked a soft kiss on your forehead, quickly moving away from you as he regret what he just did, while you remained in a blissful shock as a warm fuzziness flooded your entire body, making you smile even wider.

"hey, you can't just run off after giving me a kiss, tobio... lemme return the favor." you offered, grinning sweetly, threatening to make kageyama fall for you even more as he could only freeze up in place and nod slowly to your offer of returning his affections–and to him... this was nice, really, really nice. and fuzzy. and warm. and just so right.

he could get used to it... he was already missing you even though you were right here with him, oh, just what have you done to the blueberry boy's heart?

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