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57+70 with suna?
A/N: suna: “if you’re cold, they’re cold, put ‘em in your mouth.”
100 ways to say ‘i love you’ – no. 57 + no. 70 + suna rintarō
“there is enough room for both of us.” + “you’re warm.”
summary: in which there is absolutely nothing wrong with sharing a futon with your classmate in the midst of a storm...right?
word count: 760
warnings: none
“No signal,” was probably the last thing you wanted to hear at the moment.
Being trapped in a ryokan in separate cottages with only one other person to keep you company had been bad enough. Now you couldn’t even check in with the outside world? If Suna wasn’t here, you would’ve already released an unfiltered stream of curses at the sky.
So much for a relaxing field trip to the hot springs, you grumble, furiously waving your cell phone all over the place in hopes to detect a spare signal.
It was the twins’ fault.
Any other plausible reason wouldn’t be pissing you off so much. If they hadn’t riled you up for that extra game of table tennis, you would’ve already been dozing off soundly in your own cottage with your own roommates by now. The moment all of you had stepped out into the inn’s main garden, the lone drop of water that sunk into your yukata was enough of an omen for what was to come. Every single second year—including the rambunctious Miya twins—had run to take shelter from the barbaric downpour.
You had been lucky enough to find a small room occupied by a familiar face. But did it really have to be him of all people?
Burying your face into your hands, you try to play off your blush with a loud shiver. I’m going to kill those two.
“You’re still awake.”
The silent rustle of crinkling sheets signaled for your attention and in the shadows of the room, Suna’s slender eyes peeked through the darkness, meeting your own nervous ones. You’re still awake didn’t seem much of a question—was your frustration that loud? But you still took the time to garner a prompt answer to the drowsy boy.
“Yeah. S-sorry, did I wake you?” you murmured, palms resting idly on the rigid tatami beneath you.
Suna shook his head, “Are you cold?”
Right. You’d nearly forgotten about the whole single futon shenanigan. God knows why the universe was so against you today, but at least your companion was kind enough to spare you his pillow after a losing draw of straws.
“If you’re cold, there is enough room for both of us,” he raised the futon up, gesturing to the large expanse of space on the mattress. “I’ll face my back from you if that makes you feel more comfortable. Don’t force yourself to sleep like that.”
Really, was he trying to make you explode on purpose? “Thanks, Suna, but—Achoo!”
Giving you a boyish giggle, Suna patted the plush futon mischievously. Ah, there was really no other choice, wasn’t there?
It was agonizing to maintain your balance at the very edge of the mattress, but anything would be viable to save you from the embarrassment of having to entangle yourself with the slit-eyed fox lying next to you. This build-up was insane—something straight out of a cheesy romantic drama. And if anything else were to happen, you were sure you’d immediately melt into a puddle.
“L/N-san...” Suna suddenly piped up, the bass of his voice vibrating in your chest.
You let out a squeak, screwing your eyes shut. His breath was so close, you weren’t even sure what was going to happen to you next. After all, teenage boys were a dangerous force to be reckoned with.
“Come closer, L/N-san...” he rasped, chilly fingers creeping onto the back of your hand. “... The blanket doesn’t reach that far, you know.”
Y/N you perverted idiot.
Breathing out a sigh of relief, you griped, worming over slowly, “A-Ah, right, sorry...”
Gingerly tucking you in under the soft duvet, a gentle smile dawned upon his features. It was so peculiar, seeing the poker-faced boy who only found interest in chuupeto and the twins’ outbursts display such a vulnerable expression. His smile was celestial, like being watched over by a Fox God in the midst of a thunderous storm.
“You’re warm... C-Could it be that you’re having a fever?”
You couldn’t even tell. It all felt like a dream. The heat rising to your face, the resonant beating of your heart—fleeting moments that didn’t seem as real as Suna’s tender touches on your forehead. Does he treat anyone else like this? You wondered, eyes fluttering shut with the silent lullaby of his presence.
“Please get some rest, L/N-san,” was the last thing you heard from him, the world fading into black—giving you enough time to catch a glimpse of pink dusting the middle blocker’s cheeks.
And with a stroke of fortune, the storm disappeared.
#ily prompts#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu imagines#haikyuu scenarios#haikyuu!!#haikyu#hq writing#hq#suna rintarou#suna rintaro#suna rintarou x reader#suna rintaro x reader#suna rintarou imagine#inarizaki x reader#haikyuu fluff#bruh haikyuu writing#sfw
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hmm maybe 14 from the prompts + konoha? (also welcome back sasha :D !!)
A/N: FIRST PROMPT REQUEST AND ITS KONOHA. Petition to change my username to ‘konohafucker69′ 🥺👉👈
100 ways to say ‘i love you’ – no. 14 + konoha akinori
“can i have this dance?”
summary: (historical! au) in which konoha akinori is the son of a wealthy merchant, blessed with a flair for business; you belong to the elusive family of the navy general, cursed with the invisible chains of duty—tonight, he plans to strike you a deal you can’t refuse
word count: 940
warnings: arranged marriage
You really don’t want to be here. Not with these people. Not even with your parents.
You can’t even remember what all this festivity is for anyway. Something about a sinking a ship? Capturing a tenacious provocateur? The military will do anything to get a party on their hands, your stern father included.
The first time he’d told you and your little family the news, you couldn’t really be bothered. It was the same as always. Your father and his army throws massive parties to celebrate nonsensical events and you’re always dragged along, forced to dress up and “mingle” with any prospective spouses.
You’re not supposed to say no. Never.
You wish you could. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have to two-step with the danshaku*, hearing him boast endlessly about his fishing endeavors. He’s already halfway into the story about how he speared a meter-long eel in his first trip to the Ryukyu islands and you start to wonder how long it would take for your ears to bleed from listening to his pitchy voice.
“Pardon me.”
At the lilt of the suave baritone, you and your dance partner turn around to meet a pair of uncut amber, reflecting your stunned expression in its facets.
“Can I have this dance?” the young man smiles, offering his hand.
Your feet are already tired from all the dancing—you’d hoped there had been a better escape route than this—but considering your father’s vigilant eyes, there’s no other option. When the ensemble strikes the first note of the melody, you’ve already escaped into the dance floor with your new partner.
“I see you have returned from your travels, Konoha-san,” you force out, trying to ignore the warm enclosure of his body.
He chuckles while gingerly rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb. “What, did you miss me, Y/N? And didn’t I tell you to call me Akinori? It’s fine, you know, we’ve known each other since we were children.”
You scowl and turn away. For someone who claimed to be very close to the members of the high-class society, Konoha is still as pretentious as ever. Cheeky, tactful, annoyingly handsome—the day he’d left to travel to the West with his friends, you thought you’d never forgive him for abandoning you with the torment of your obligations.
But you never really did come to despise him. You never could.
“Was it nice in the West? I heard that you settled a trade deal with the British Empire for silk.”
“It was nothing much,” he says, dipping you slowly with the trill of the harp. “What about you? I haven’t heard from you in ages. Are you doing alright?”
“Everything is perfectly normal, Konoha-san,” you reply stiffly. “Maybe you would have known if you ever replied to my letters.”
He sighs longingly, pulling you closer to him. “So you are still mad about that.”
You give him a scoff bordering between doubt and pleasure. Despite all the satire and grudges you held on your “distant friend”, it befell to you that seeing the infamous trader extraordinaire so flustered was something to treasure.
“I’ve told you before. I was really young and foolish back then, so dead-set on travelling the world with Bokuto and the others that by the time I realized that I should be considering your feelings... your letters stopped and I heard you’ve gotten engaged to some old scrooge.”
Your lips flatten, gaze flitting to your greying fiancé telling another group of jaded soldiers about his fishing trips. “The danshaku could be worse.”
The young merchant goes silent for a moment before brandishing his stance to lean closer to your face. “Y/N, do you really want to marry him?”
“W-What...?”
“Do you truly desire to live your entire life in a cage set by your father?”
A cage? Was that what it was? Something so suffocating and small, hidden beneath a veil of elegance and poise garnered by your father’s long years of military work. Had you been the poor nightingale trapped within its bars?
Your friends. Talents. Even your spouse. Your father had your entire lifespan planned out the moment you arrived into the world. And you hated every second of it. A life that was never meant to be yours... what was the point?
“My personal desires don’t matter,” you rustle, your grip on Konoha’s hand loosening.
Catching your slipping features, the man persistently threads his fingers between yours, heresy swimming in his eyes.
“Your personal desires matter the most. Y/N, listen to me,” he rasped, almost desperate to shroud you in his entire being before the end of the song. “If you don’t make the most out of your current life, there’s no saying you’d do better in your next.”
You’d only seen that expression once in your entire life. That day he’d left you at the port, the shadow of a kiss ghosting your lips. You’d thought that it had only been a dream—a fleeting moment that you’d have to wake up from, sooner or later. But listening to the same Konoha who’d promised to return to you all those years ago, you can already feel your sophisticated facade wavering.
A small flame flickers within your chest: is it really possible for you to get away from all of this?
“B-But, Akinori-san, my father—”
“Won’t have a say in it. He doesn’t have to know,” giving you a final twirl and a dip, Konoha presses his cheek to yours, the gust from his whispers turning your knees into jelly. “Run away with me, Y/N.”
From the depths of your heart, you truly couldn’t refuse him.
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Glossary:
danshaku - baron
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I am back from the dead!! :00 I’ve finally got some time off from my personal life and I’ll be back with writing with prompts!
Send in one character and 1-2 prompts, and I’ll write you something short! Have fun!
One Hundred Ways to Say ‘I Love You’
“Pull over. Let me drive for awhile.”
“It reminded me of you.”
“No, no, it’s my treat.”
“Come here. Let me fix it.”
“I’ll walk you home.”
“Have a good day at work.”
“I dreamt about you last night.”
“Take my seat.”
“I saved a piece for you.”
“I’m sorry for your loss.”
“You can have half.”
“Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.”
“Sorry I’m late.”
“Can I have this dance?”
“I made your favourite.”
“It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.”
“Watch your step.”
“Here, drink this. You’ll feel better.”
“Can I hold your hand?”
“You can borrow mine.”
“You might like this.”
“It’s not heavy. I’m stronger than I look.”
“I’ll wait.”
“Just because.”
“Look both ways.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
“Try some.”
“Drive safely.”
“Well, what do you want to do?”
“One more chapter.”
“Don’t worry about me.”
“It looks good on you.”
“Close your eyes and hold out your hands.”
“That’s okay, I bought two.”
“After you.”
“We’ll figure it out.”
“Can I kiss you?”
“I like your laugh.”
“Don’t cry.”
“I made this for you.”
“Go back to sleep.”
“Is this okay?”
“I picked these for you.”
“I’ll drive you to the hospital.”
“What do you want to watch?”
“You can go first.”
“Did you get my letter?”
“I’ll do it for you.”
“Call me when you get home.”
“I think you’re beautiful.”
“Are you sure?”
“Have fun.”
“Sit down, I’ll get it.”
“I made reservations.”
“I don’t mind.”
“It brings out your eyes.”
“There is enough room for both of us.”
“You don’t have to say anything.”
“Wow.”
“Happy birthday.”
“I’ll pick it up after work.”
“It can wait until tomorrow.”
“Cross my heart and hope to die.”
“It’s two sugars, right?”
“I’ll help you study.”
“Stay over.”
“I did the dishes.”
“You didn’t have to ask.”
“I bought you a ticket.”
“You’re warm.”
“No reason.”
“I’ll meet you halfway.”
“Take mine.”
“We can share.”
“I was just thinking about you.”
“I want you to have this.”
“Call me if you need anything.”
“Do you want to come too?”
“I’ll still be here when you’re ready.”
“Is your seatbelt on?”
“Sweet dreams.”
“I was in the neighbourhood.”
“Stay there. I’m coming to get you.”
“The key is under the mat.”
“It doesn’t bother me.”
“You’re important too.”
“I saved you a seat.”
“I’ll see you later.”
“I noticed.”
“You can tell me anything.”
“I hope you like it.”
“I want you to be happy.”
“I believe in you.”
“You can do it.”
“Good luck.”
“I brought you an umbrella.”
“I’ll pick you up at the airport.”
“Take a deep breath.”
“Be careful.”
And…
100. “I love you.”
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reposting my art here bc it flopped in my art account khgkjshdj i hope you guys don’t mind me using this as a form of placeholder for my lack of writing 🥺🥺
pink haired lady
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hi i just wanted to say, i think my heart skipped multiple beats reading your udai tenma scenario 🥺🥺 bless u for writing such a cute piece of writing!!!
AAA!!?!?!? Thank you sm! This puts my heart at such a wonderful place to know that you enjoy my works :DD
Love you lots, anon!! 😘
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SASHA KWNFSKDKS CONGRATS ON 3K!!!!! THATS SO AMAZINGG!! 3K IS A VERY BIG AMOUNT!! I'M SO PROUD OF YOU, AND HAPPY FOR YOU!! I'M GLAD I GET TO BE ONE OF THE 3K AAAHHH CONGRATS AGAINNN MUCH LOVEEE ♡♡♡
OOUUUUFHDSKJ 😭😭 THANK U SM FOR YOUR SUPPORT!! I LITERALLY CANT DESCRIBE HOW HAPPY I AM TO HAVE YOU AS ONE OF MY MUTUALS, YOUR BAD BITCH ENERGY SHARP AS FUCK 😎💞💞
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YALL REALLY- IM- I AM SPEECHLESS WTF I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH YOU CAN TAKE MY HEART
Thank you so much for 3K :DD I love you guys so much!
#not writing#sasha awakes one fine september evening to find this shit#grrrgrr i love you guys#i promise i'll write faster fjhdkjshf#lovemail w sasha
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BDVWUHAWKQ UR WRITING LEV BOI HE NEEDS MORE LOVE 🙈😍😍😍😍😍😍
HELL YEAH HOMIE. HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS MADLAD OF A STRING BEAN >:D
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A/N: Timeskip Lev make me go BARK BARK BARK WOOF WOOF AAARF ARF. P.S: For double the experience, read while listening to this
diapason. | haiba lev
summary: in which lev meets you again and you develop some sort of warm reconnection with your past underclassman. (Continuation of this fic)
word count: 4402
warnings: manga spoilers!!
(n.) a full, rich outpouring of melodious sound
Vienna, Austria. January 2022.
The Danube Canal in mid-winter reminds you of a lot of things:
The Shakujii River flanked with its timeless parade of cherry blossom trees. Christmas celebrations spent at home with your family, popping bottles of soda and whining about misshapen gifts. Your piano recitals played in utter devotion, like the winter would never end.
You’re a long, long way away from home, and you start to hope if anyone is missing you. If there’s a hole in your figure carved into someone’s heart back in Japan or some place in the other side of the world—
What am I thinking... you sigh, bashfully urging yourself to keep on walking.
Nestling deeper into the warmth of your wool scarf, you wonder if it’s the cold ambience of the night that’s making you feel all sappy. Twinkling lights, murmured chatter from late-night cafés, the occasional gust of wind against your cheeks. You never thought you’d get so nostalgic on your “vacation”, but perhaps you’re just like any other hopeless romantic.
“Come to Vienna! A whirlwind of budding love!”
You’d read that advertisement in one of the catalogues your symphony’s personnel manager had excitedly dumped into your lap the day she announced your personal invitation to spectate the Vienna Philharmonic live a few weeks ago. You didn’t think much of the slogan, but even so... you have to admit you’re a tad bit lonely, aren’t you?
You can barely remember a moment where you didn’t feel lonely. You had your family at home, but you’d considered it your fault for being such a shut-in for the most part of your life. The neighborhood kids weren’t exactly the nicest people. And school life hadn’t been much of an improvement either.
Of course, until him.
A colossal first year stumbling into the desolate Orchestra Club room, with a mouth just as big as his stature. Haiba Lev who had been anxiously lost that day you’d met. With such little sense of direction, you can’t help but laugh at how much times he’d managed to find you in that maze of your high school.
He’d find you, talk to you, laugh with you. And you’d never felt all the rushing feelings you’d felt when you were with this dewy-eyed boy. He was the perfect image of confidence—radiant, ambitious and all the more charming.
If only you can thank him. Your hero of sorts. Haiba Lev who poured into you all the faith he had so you could move forward—
“A-ah, excuse me?”
Whipping your head into the direction of the choppy English, a seething blush rises onto your cheeks when you zero in to the large camera lens pointed right at you.
The bearded man speaks again. “Eh... you’re Japanese, aren’t you? Sorry, but we’re having a photoshoot right now, and you’re in the way of our model. Could you maybe...”
Oh dear, you frazzle. Prostrating yourself incessantly at the camera crew, you blunder. “I’m v-very sorry! Waah, I must’ve ruined your picture!”
“It’s fine,” the man smiles kindly. “Things like this often happen anyway. Ain’t that right, Hafu-sama?”
The lean figure behind you laughs, and for a second, you feel your chest flutter in your throat when you hear him. “Yep! Don’t worry about it, Miss—”
You really wish you hadn’t turned around because the moment your eyes locked with a pair of emeralds, you swear that your heart leapt out of your chest. All feeling of chilliness lamented, you feel red heat stretching out across your skin.
“H-Haiba-kun?!”
Unable to keep your footing steady, a stagnant lump rises in your throat when the familiar man grins at you with galaxies in his eyes.
“Fairy-senpai!!”
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Tokyo, Japan. October 2012.
“Senpai!”
Footsteps echoing down the corridor, a wave of frightened third years part to let the gigantic creature of a first year through. Haiba Lev, age 16, is excited. Haiba Lev, 194.3 centimeters tall, is burning with so much resolve that he pays no heed to the Discipline Committee member who is resentfully yelling at him to “stop running in the hallways, you hoodlum!”
But who could blame him?
When you turn around and jolt in surprise, Lev drowns in the tiny fairies that flutter in his chest.
“Haiba-kun? What are you doing here?” you take a moment to register his full presence—considering his substantial size, Lev would probably understand your current disposition.
Finally, you whisper in a low tone, highly aware of the crowd that’s pivoting towards your conversation. “... Did you get lost again?”
“Of course not!” Lev replies rather gruffly. “I wanted to look for you to give you this so I can thank you for when I got lost.”
Thrusting a daintily wrapped bento towards you, the tall boy is rather unabashed about the entire situation—lace cloth and all. There’s a fragrant steam seeping out from the gaps of the box, spooling and wafting (and you think your ears pick up the noise of someone’s rumbling stomach).
You’d thought of spending your lunch alone in your club room, or maybe even the rooftop if you were up for it... like the usual. But the moment Lev starts talking again, you completely forget the idea as a whole.
Innocently grinning, he asks, “Do you want to eat lunch together, L/N-senpai?”
How could you say no?
And thus, here you are in the courtyard with a titan first-year who is nearly twice your size, jovially chattering about as you quietly eat your lunch.
When was the last time you ate something so cute? Your parents stopped making you character bentos since you got into middle school (“Aah... sorry, Y/N. Dad’s hands aren’t as artistic as they used to be,” your father had told you that day, an utter look of guilt dancing across his face). You weren’t too confident in your own skills either, so bentos with endearing faces and shaped cut-outs of vegetables were simply a fragmented piece of the past.
First-years today are so talented, you think, shoveling down your meal in sheer politeness. “This is delicious, Haiba-kun! The chicken is so tender and the rice is so well-seasoned! I wish I had your sense for cooking...”
“My sister made it, actually. I tried to help her cut the eggs, but it ended up being a mess and she told me to just sit and wait in the dining room,” he replies sheepishly, a bubble of laughter slipping from between his lips. “I’m glad you like it though, Senpai! Just wait ‘til my sister hears about your reaction!”
“Does your sister always make your lunches for you?” you ask, curiosity subduing your reserve.
Lev takes a moment to swallow the lump of rice in his mouth.
“Mm, sometimes. If she’s not having a lecture in the morning, she’ll make breakfast. Otherwise, the teriyaki set at the cafeteria is just as good!”
Cafeteria. You shiver. That hellhole of shoving and scrambling and incessant talking... You’re thankful the school had decided to set up a few more vending machines close to campus when you entered your second year.
And then you think of Lev. With that extreme height and intimidating presence, he wouldn’t have to put his foot on the line every time he wanted melon bread, right? And he is definitely the type of person to be able to talk to the loud cafeteria lady without dropping his change.
Confidence. Recklessness. Bliss. All the prime features you wanted, right in front of you—and yet...
“Hey, L/N-senpai?” you snap awake from your thoughts. A dash of concern flashes over your underclassman’s features before he repeats his muted question. “Can I have one of your sausages?”
Peering down at the cluster of uneaten octopus sausages, you quickly nod, face reddening once you realize how close Lev is breathing near you. “G-Go ahead.”
Chirping out a “thank you for the food!”, the silver-haired boy swoops down on a miniature octopus, a sound of immense satisfaction humming in his chest. He’s like a child, you laugh to yourself. A young boy with no sense of care of the world, no concern of what’s going to happen to him unless he really does it.
Leaning back on the bench, you sigh, a smile dawning on your face. “You didn’t have to force yourself to eat lunch with me, you know. I usually eat by myself anyway.”
You’re being apologetic again. You want to punch yourself for even thinking of it. But your habit precedes your intentions, and you can already feel the mood turn sour—
“Why not though?”
Looking up at him incredulously, you can barely string together a coherent response before Lev pipes up again.
“Isn’t food always best when eaten together?”
How pretentious.
There are already valleys of flowers blooming in your stomach at his innocent reply. The same kind that sprouted the day he’d burst into your private practice room. You really hoped you wouldn’t get ahead of yourself anymore. Not with the risks that it carried. But this guileless first year was a much more difficult case than you’d imagined, and thus the flowers go into full blossom.
You smile, the faint blush on Lev’s cheeks going unnoticed. “Yeah. We should eat together more often.”
And so you did. Tomorrow, and the next day, and the next. The passage of time a trivial shadow beneath your budding happiness.
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Vienna, Austria. January 2022.
“You work in a symphony?! Senpai’s job is super cool!”
Under the amber light of the cafe’s chandelier, you can’t help but feel a certain déjà vu at your current situation. Perhaps it’s the fact that you’re having tea with your high school underclassman, or maybe it’s simply the residue of your more recent wistful thinking.
Yet again, it still hasn’t registered into your mind how you’d miraculously manifested Lev into proximity just from your sheer yearning... You kind of feel selfish.
“It’s just a freelance job though, it’s probably not as impressive as being a model,” you say.
Lev crosses his arms huffily, and you worry if you’ve started to offend him. Until he opens his mouth again. “Modelling is suuuper embarassing. Sometimes, I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that ‘that’s my face!’ or ‘I made that pose with that other model’. The agency’s really harsh on the way I dress too—I mean, what’s wrong with wearing a shirt that says ‘HERBIVORE’ to go to Lawson’s?”
You stifle a giggle as he rambles on about “the time I had to cross-dress as a woman because the female model quit on the day of the shoot”. For someone who had grown up to be a lean, rather attractive figure, you can’t shake your head away from the thought that the 16-year old Haiba Lev is still stuck inside the body of a corporate slave. There’s a sense of relief that accompanies the feeling, and memories of your high school days slowly come into picture—
“One black tea and a latte for the lovely couple?” a kind-looking waiter gently sidles in between you, cutting Lev off from his rant, and you from your reflection.
Turning a vivid shade of crimson, you stutter, “O-oh... we are not—”
“Thank you,” Lev grins dashingly, enough to make your heart race and a few passers-by to stop in their tracks.
Once the waiter retreats back into the pantry, the man across you slowly leans forward to whisper endearingly. “My sister wants me to practice my English while I’m abroad. You think I got my message across, Senpai?”
“You did well, Haiba-kun.” There are a lot of things you want to ask him really. If he really knew the meaning behind the waiter’s sentence. Or if he realized he’d nearly pronounced ‘you’ with an extra ‘th’.
... Or why he’s pouring in a mound of sugar into your cup of tea.
“H-Haiba-kun, that order’s mine...”
“Hm? Yeah, I know,” he mutters, the soft clinking of the spoon against glass echoing in your head. “You like your stuff really sweet, right? Man, I used to be really worried the first few times we had tea together.”
That’s right, you gulp. The endless hours you’d spent together in the Orchestra Club room... he really did learn a lot of things about you that time, didn’t he? Although you had merely been friends, Lev had grown on you, as if he’d always been there from the start. And you wonder: what else does he remember about you?
“Ah, by the way,” Lev starts. “Are you still thinking about setting up that music store you wanted?”
“Of course,” you mumble. It was only a naïve dream was what you meant to say, but in the presence of such a captivating man, all the gears in your head seemed to... dislocate.
Lev smiles a simple smile. Boyish at best, but still enough to enrapture you into his lingering gaze.
“I’m glad.... I’m glad you haven’t given up. You know, the old L/N-senpai would’ve called it quits because you thought you weren’t good enough. But look at you now! Soon enough, you’ll be off to teach music to the world.”
Your heart is already doubling in size at his words. Any more and you’d probably explode... You’d lost it. You’ve lost all the capability to keep your heart in control, and now you are smiling like a maniac in front of the last person you wanted to see in this state.
But he only laughs. Youthful and full of color. Unchanging from all those years ago.
“Wahahaha! You finally smiled! We should celebrate, you know. Just a small holiday from all that hard work. Say... are you still going to be in Vienna in the weekend?”
“I’m free on those days. But what’s all this about?”
Hiding his bashful smirk behind his cup of coffee, Lev murmurs. “We have some catching up to do, don’t we—Uwaah! Hot!”
Unchanging indeed, you shake your head, calling over the waiter for an extra set of napkins.
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Tokyo, Japan. February 2013.
There is a tea party set stashed between the two cardboard boxes filled with sheet music and spare melodicas. They’ve been left behind by your graduated seniors, who insisted that tea, “as the prime component to a good host”, was to be kept in the club room at all times, case there were any visiting guests.
...Of course, such things never happened. And you always ended up drinking the tea by yourselves. But even with the departure of your beloved seniors, you can never shake off the habit of drinking and restocking the supplies whenever required.
So you wonder if you should really be thanking your tea-loving upperclassmen for the free beverages.
“That’s a lot of sugar!” Lev gasps in awe, the emeralds in his eyes twisting and shining with the cascade of crystals falling into your cup of tea. “I bet you have a lot of cavities in your mouth, Senpai.”
“I brush my teeth very well so I don’t think anything like that’s every happened to me,” you say, irritably trying to ignore the tactless comment from your starry-eyed underclassman. “It’s been a while since you’ve been in my club room, hasn’t it? I’m glad you didn’t get lost trying to get here.”
He grumbles, crossing his arms in faux-anger. “Geez! I won’t get lost like that so easily! Besides...”
Lev takes a moment to drink in the warmth of the club room’s solace. The grand piano in the corner. The orange light streaming through the open curtains. Your curious face, like something out of a fairytale book.
“This place is full of good memories, isn’t it? I don’t think I’ll ever forget something like that.”
You chuckle at his monologue. “You sound like my grandfather, Haiba-kun.”
Lev’s face warps into something reminiscent of a prune.
“Senpai, we’re only two years apart!” he fumes. “You didn’t invite me here just to crush my self-esteem, right?! C-Come on, aren’t you going to show me the audition piece you wanted me to hear?”
There is a burning urge inside of you that’s telling you to “pull at his leg just a little more...”, but nevertheless, the artist within you says to keep your audience at bay. And so, the curtains open and your fingers dance on familiar keys.
You’ve played for him before. Songs like ‘Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy’ or ‘Ma Mère L’oye’. Songs that you love, much like the one you’re performing for him right now. But you’re shaking in your seat. Wondering, anticipating, fearing.
He’s staring so much, you bite your lip, trying to avert your focus from Lev’s unbreakable gaze.
A single spectator wracks your brain even more than a theatre full of different kinds people—enthusiasts, university scouts, onlookers. But in your dismal, little club room, there is only your underclassman. Someone who knows nothing of music, but lacks so much knowledge that you know any of his critique would come from honesty alone.
...Why do you care so much about one person’s opinion?
You don’t realize how long you’ve been pondering until your train of thought is abruptly thwarted by the end of your song. You finish on a satisfying note and your endearing onlooker suddenly springs on his feet to shower you in applause.
“What the heck—that was so cool! I’ve never seen anyone play like that before!” Lev stumbles, everything and anything he’d planned to say pouring out as a blubbering mess as your face grows hotter from the attention. “Senpai, you’ll definitely pass the audition if you play just like that.”
“Y-You really think so?” he’s probably just being nice, you think. But for a spare moment, could you simply imagine that he means every word?
“I know so!” he smiles, the palpitations in your chest growing intense by the second. “You just have to keep going, won’t you?”
Even if you’re not brave enough to believe it, you want to believe that there’s a single Haiba Lev in this unyielding universe who believes that you, a mere side character who wishes for more, can and will.
You feel invincible.
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Vienna, Austria. January 2022.
Did you know that swans mate for life? As a symbol of love and affection, they’re widely known to curve their necks together in a shape of a heart when courting. A form of elegance at its finest... until they start hissing.
“They’re so big! Senpai, come take a look at the swans!”
Folding the brochure into a tiny square, you return to your companion’s side, peering over the railings of the bridge to catch a glimpse of the thrush of white feathers down below.
You gulp. They are much larger than you expected.
“They’re surprisingly loud, aren’t they?” you mutter, watching a cygnet waddle its way out of the water onto the banks of the canal. You didn’t want to say, but it slightly reminded you of Lev the first time he’d waddled his way into the the Orchestra Club room.
With the constant squawking of the swans, the both of you find yourself in silence. For you, at least, the past two days viewing all sorts of Austrian sights with Lev had been strangely more gratifying than you’d fathomed. Lev, who’d been as excitable as he’d always been, breathes in peace, plumes of white forming from his mouth.
“This weekend’s been nice, hasn’t it?” you break the silence, observing the smooth junctures of his face. Lev turns to you slowly, his voice squeezing out.
“Don’t say that.”
Your blood freezes. “What?”
“Saying things like that...” Lev sighs wilfully and turns back to the view of the canal. He frowns. “I don’t want to think that this weekend is going to be over soon.”
You want to cry out. Me too. Me too, me too, me too. Your entire body is so full of butterflies you want to double over and pass out. But he continues.
“Travelling and talking with you is so fun, I never want it to end... It’s kind of embarrassing,” he says, eyes sparkling. “D-Do you think so too? Am I a selfish person for thinking that?”
You shake your head. “It’s not embarrassing, Haiba-kun. I—”
Are you red? Are you blushing? Your face feels so hot, you can’t even finish your sentence. He’s so close. So close to you. You want to be reliable, you want to reply, but you can’t. Under his bewitching gaze, you’ve fallen so deep.
When Lev opens his mouth again, it’s like everything around you—the bridge, the people, the swans have entirely vanished. “L/N-senpai, c-can I tell you something? Something I wanted to tell you for a long time.”
Eh?
“I’ve always liked you, Senpai. I really, really like you.”
Blank. Your mind goes blank, even when you whisper a small, “Really?”
You’re happy, you’re so happy you want to jump and shout to the world that you love him. Awfully. Dearly. It’s all like a train had crashed into you headfirst, and you can’t settle on a proper response before the floodgates burst open.
“Wh-Whoa! Don’t cry!” he flails his arms in panic as more tears dribble down your cheeks. “Geez, Senpai, at least reply to me first...”
“Sorry. I’m sorry,” you laugh, wiping your eyes with the edges of your scarf. “I’m just so happy, I didn’t know how to react.”
Lev’s chest inflates for a moment before he lunges forward to encapsulate you in his embrace. Between the persistent layers of clothing, the beating of his heart resonates deeply against your face. It’s quick and lively, warm enough to remind you of the swirled feelings that you harbor for one another.
“Oh, thank god...” Lev grins, burying his face in your shoulder. “You feel the same way...”
Humming calmly into his ear, you revel in the closure. “I really, really like you too, Haiba-kun.”
And none of you lets go—save for when a swan makes its way up to the bridge to peck at Lev’s boots.
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Tokyo, Japan. March 2023.
“... Lev, wake up.”
Feeling a slight nudge on his cheek, Lev tethers over opening his eyes to wonder at your beautiful smile or bury his face even deeper into the sheets.
It’s not like he didn’t favor you, but as of now, the comforts of your shared bed was more important. And thus, Haiba Lev, age 26, shrouds himself under the plush duvet and focuses himself on the sweet dream he was having about you.
“Lev, I know you can hear me...” he hears you sigh, long and airy, just enough to lull him back to sleep. “You have a fitting today, don’t you? You’re going to trouble Matsuyo-san and Alisa-nee if you arrive late.”
Isn’t that on Thursday? Actually... what day is it today? He isn’t very good with dates and formalities—that’s why he considers himself lucky to have you! A cute lover to bring him back to land during the day, and to shower with love and to cuddle with during the evening.
Yawning widely, Lev owlishly wrenches his eyes open, the crystalline sunlight from the bedroom window illuminating your face like a halo.... and was that his shirt you were wearing?
Lucky me~ he grins goofily.
Pressing his lips together, Lev pulls you by the wrist and before you can avoid the sudden attack, you’ve collapsed once more into a tangled mess of limbs and crooked sheets, with your boyfriend’s arms wrapped tightly around your waist.
“Let’s just stay in bed today, Y/N-san~” he slurs, nuzzling closer to you. How catlike, you think. “I want to be lovey-dovey and kissy-kissy again...”
He yawns again, a few stray tresses of silver falling over his face. As if he wasn’t as attractive every hour of the day, you really have learned how to take control of your extreme heart palpitations around him.
Your adorable younger boyfriend, ah... he really is your weakness, isn’t he?
“I’m really sorry, but I have to open up the shop soon,” you reluctantly peel yourself away from him, eliciting a small whimper from the Leviathan in your bed. “I’ll make it up to you when I finish teaching my evening lessons and when you come home, okay?”
Stubborn as a goat, Lev grumbles. “I’ll come back early, you know. Can you not do your evening lessons today?”
“Hm? Why not?” your raised eyebrow is cynical, but is juxtaposed by the gentle strokes of your palm on the crown of his head.
As much as Lev loves you (he does, he really does!), it’s rather annoying when he can’t tell if you’re seriously being oblivious or simply teasing him. He hopes for neither, but in his case, you’re an addict to his gags and without a doubt, you’re definitely messing with him right now.
“Those damn brats... I don’t like the way they stare you up during your classes.”
You laugh, raucously. And Lev considers leaving you to catch a break from the constant jeering. When you finally pipe down, you shift closer to him and press your head onto his bare chest.
“Lev, they’re nine. How else are they going to learn to play if they don’t watch me do it first?” you chuckle. “You shouldn’t worry so much about me. You should be worrying about that fitting you have in a few hours.”
“Geez, fine,” he groans. “A kiss before I shower?”
You know exactly where this is going. “Just one.”
Lighting up like a Christmas tree, Lev makes quick work of his hands and tenderly cup your cheek before placing a timid kiss on your lips.
No morning breath, you notice. As expected of a professional model.
“One more...” he whispers, swooping down on your lips once again.
Two, three and maybe seven kisses later, Lev has you caged between his arms, his looming figure propped proudly over you as he continues to pepper you with affection. The moment he starts to lap up your bottom lip, you know you’re not going anywhere anytime soon.
“It’s so early, Y/N-san,” he mumbles, pleading eyes making your heart turn to jelly. “We have a few more hours before we really have to go, don’t we? So... in the meantime...?”
Sighing, you can only turn a deep red—he really has you around his finger, doesn’t he? Oh well. You suppose it won’t hurt to push back your morning lessons for a few minutes, right?
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GHKJDHSF SORRY FOR BEING SO INACTIVE AND SLOW so here’s a sneak peak of what I’m working on rn!! Please look forward to it :D
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hAVE U SEEN FURY ATSUMU SKAJS HE'S THE BJ MASCOT IN THE LN IM CRYING
KJFHSKDJH BOKUTO AND HIS “wtf is taxes lol-”
PLSS THE LIGHT NOVEL IS SENDING ME TO ORBIT
#not writing#bokuto is a tax evader it's canon#what do i do with this knowledge#shitpost#weed w sasha
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mark me as scared and hor-knee bc the raise a suilen cover of rettou joutou slaps on another level
(ALSO IM SO SORRY FOR NOT POSTING IN A LONG TIME I PROMISE ILL GET SOMETHING OUT SOON FKJSDHKJF)
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can i have Hcs of nekoma & fukurodani (Maybe karasuno too) teams reaction to manager reader speaking languages other than japanese? Like, in the middle of training they(reader) get a phone call and just starts talking in another language.. Thankss💙
A/N: I read Haikyuu-bu again and got inspired to give the boys some peak dumbass interactions like this! I hope you enjoy!!
‘What’s our Manager Saying?!’ w/ Fukurodani & Nekoma
summary: in which you are on a call with someone on the phone... but really, what are you talking about?
warnings: none
Fukurodani
It’s like a hurricane to Bokuto. It’s even worse that you pick up the call in the middle of one of his moods, so he gets even more restless about what you’re saying over the phone.
“Hey, are you talking about me?” “L/N I know you’re talking about me.” “I hope you’re saying good things about me.”
Everyone else is rather impressed though, despite the daily surprises that has numbed them down. Komi tries to mouth off some of the words you’re saying and correlate them to Japanese (“Why are you even trying if you failed Japanese?” Sarukui asks).
For a club so well-established, you find it very loud, so you take the conversation elsewhere and leave the boys to your curiosity. It’s fine for a while and they’re back to their usual groove... But when you start mentioning off their names, that’s when they truly start to panic.
You’re laughing. Why are you laughing? Even for a fraction of a millisecond, Akaashi can feel a shiver run up his spine. What are you discussing over the phone with this foreign person? Why is it so funny? The questions run through their heads the whole practice session and Coach Yamiji has to force them back to ground with extra drills.
When you come back, you have to explain to them that a foreign cousin of yours had just returned to Japan and was asking you about who you wanted to invite for a yakiniku dinner he was going to treat you with.
“Yakiniku! It was yakiniku all along!” “Yakiniku... what a troublesome topic to be talking about in another language...” “I can’t believe we got pins and needles over grilled meat.”
At least they enjoyed the dinner.
Nekoma
Your parents were off on holiday abroad, and even then, you were rather frustrated over the fact that they’d keep contacting you to translate to locals even though you’d installed a translation application onto their phones. It was during a 3-on-3 match between the members of the Boys’ Volleyball Club that your mother decided she’d ring you up to talk to a stubborn taxi driver.
It was so strange—surreal even—to see Nekoma’s precious manager to be talking so sharply over the phone in some sort of alien lingo. Just who were you talking to?!
“That’s gotta be Russian, right? The syllables seem so complicated. Hey, Lev, what’s L/N-san saying?” “Eh...but I was born and raised here. Fukunaga-san probably knows more Russian than me.” “... Nyet...”
The discussion has gotten so rowdy between the first and second-years that with the addition of the third-years, their deductions about your topic of discussion has gone too far off target.
The more popular option was that you were part of the international yakuza, for some unknown reason. Why else would you be getting so gruff over? Some others like Kuroo and Kai didn’t want to believe in such assumptions, but the longer they discussed it... the more vivid that image became. And suddenly, you were being dubbed ‘L/N Y/N the Impregnable Dragon’ behind your back.
Kenma, who’d seen enough go down in such a short span of time, decided to really ask you what was going on after you dropped the call. Of course, all the anticlimax only brought about disappointment, yet still created a deep fear over the fact that you could furtively talk about them with your multilingual skill in hand. So of course—
“Hey, Y/N, can you teach me a few basic words?” “Me too! Me too! How do you say ‘I can play volleyball’?” “Inuoka, you’re too boring~ Teach us curse words!” “Sensei! L/N-san-sensei!”
Things at Nekoma’s Boys’ Volleyball Club were never drab, were they?
#bruh haikyuu writing#haikyuu!!#haikyuu#haikyu#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu headcanons#haikyuu hcs#nekoma x reader#fukurodani x reader#sfw#haikyuu fluff#bokuto x reader#akaashi x reader#kuroo x reader#kenma x reader#hq x reader#haikyuu writing#tetsurou kuroo#bokuto koutarou#akaashi keiji#kozume kenma
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Hello there, I want to ask for some advice since you're one of the best writers I follow. I need to describe the reader is thin/getting thin because of an illness. Do you think I need to put in a warning at the start?? I'm so damn paranoid right now :(
JKFHSDJK THANK YOU SO MUCH 🥺🥺
My advice is: yes. Absolutely.
I have a few friends who find this issue a bit triggering when casually brought up by other people. So, it’s best to let people know what’s inside before they’re met with any harm.
Hope this helped! Happy writing :D
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Approximately how long does it take for you to complete a NSFW request? If it’s too personal you don’t have to answer :)
Well, with my current schedule, it might take some time. But that depends on the request though (+ my mood during that day)! The more detailed it is, the less I have to think about the plot. But if it’s a tad TOO detailed, I might also get stuck on how to proceed. So I find myself writing the fastest when given a a request that just has the balanced amount of info I need. I also write REALLY fast with HCs, probably because I just have a brainrot and type it down lmao.
Specifically for NSFW, I write faster bc... idk I’m a horny bitch ig. But it’s also because I have a lot of past references to keep me going when I get stuck. And I know y’all be anticipating this shit too so I try to finish it as fast as I can
So: On that day-2 days for HCs
3-6 days for an imagine
My writing speed isn’t the best, but I still try to put out as much content out there. Hope you can bear with me ;))
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In the weekends we shall re-read the manga starting from chapter one.... crying... all over again... 😭😭
I”M ALSO PLANNING TO DO THAT NGL
FIRST WEEKEND WITHOUT HAIKYUU. JUST REREAD IT KFJHSJD
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TAKE MY MONEY.
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