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emotionalsuppork · 3 years

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hi i feel really weird about requesting this and idek if it sounds so strange you’ll be like wtf but i’d like to at least feel like somebody loves me even if i feel like no one does :’) umm ig this is an emergency request? tho i mean like i’ve dealt w these feelings w/o requesting stuff so it’s okay if you’re busy! anyways um i feel like my hormones are higher bc my period is taking it’s sweet time 😅 anyways i kinda got yelled at by my dad for smth small but i’ve been doing it often but it’s so small like he really didn’t have to get so upset ANYWAYS wow i’m ranting basically i hide in my closet when i get super overwhelmed and i’ve got a lil bedsheet on there and pillows and a candle so it’s nice and comfy :’) the candle isn’t lit btw, the space is small so the scent goes around well anyways yaku, taketora, noya and sugawara are my comfort characters so maybe smth w one of them? you obvs don’t have to do all, i just thought having choices would help?? i just feel ✨unlovable✨ and everything is hopeless even more so w the pandemic and shit ykw i mean WOW n e ways so sorry this is so long JFKSKSK legit don’t even bother answering if it’s too weird i’m just gonna pretend i didn’t write this i really don’t wanna overwhelm anyone else w what i feel i should get a therapist aye but they’re expensive and i’m broke KFKSKSK okay i’m sorry if i overwhelmed you as well bc you don’t deserve that okay bye 👁👅👁✌🏽

HI OMG IM SORRY I DIDN’T SEE THIS SOONER!! also i do that too! i made myself a blanket nest lol. and no darling you’re not overwhelming me at all! also i literally was JUST complaining about nobody loving me so this request is just like.....fate. i hope this makes you feel a little better and loved! (even if it is late which i am very sorry about, i didn’t realize it was there :( )

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im gonna do some headcanons for all ur boys instead of a longer thing for like 1 or 2

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Yaku!

would be the best to vent to

would 100% get angry on your behalf

also he’d be very reassuring that you’re valid and your feelings are valid and it’s okay to feel like this

he’d definitely take care of you in any/every way he could

he’d also gently scold you if you get too hard on yourself

would be stern about reeling in bad thoughts

gives good advice but also gets that sometimes advice isn’t really all that helpful so he’ll ask what you need beforehand

would keep checking in about that specific thing

like he always checking in, but now its checking in to see how youre feeling about that

really nice about it but also like laser focused

you’re going to feel better if its the last thing he does

Taketora!

would try and squeeze into the closet with you

don’t even try and fight it you are getting his love and you’re getting it now

he’d listen but i think he’d also be bad at advice so he’d just try and make you laugh instead

10/10 best distraction

also wouldn’t allow you to feel hopeless in his presence

like he will constantly be hyping you up

and if you’re still not convinced on how amazing you are? well youre about to be

because suddenly you’re getting calls and texts from his team about how cool you are

and to make it even better you better belive you’ll be getting calls and texts and freaking f a c e t i m e s from Tanaka and Noya at Karasuno

you literally haven’t even met these boys!?

tora would just look so smug

Noya!

speaking of noya

he’d be so shocked and bummed out

like what? you dont feel good about yourself? you’re having problems at home? YOU THINK I DON’T LOVE YOU?!?!?!

would be hilariously trying to simultaneously reassure/comfort you and like..beat himself up for not treating you even more like a queen

he is 1000% going to get you out of that closet and take you on the best damn date of your life

hes clueless though so you’re going to have to be a little blunt about how your feeling to make him understand

would also probably suggest you hanging out more with him and his friends

like his friends all like you so if you’re feeling down about yourself come hang with us and we’ll gas you up!

which is a sweet thought but this boy is literally a puppy so no surprises there

Sugawara!

i think out of all of them, suga would handle everything with the most grace

like he’d totally have some sort of self care routine that he’d walk you through

and then i feel like he’s the type to be like “let’s have a therapy date” where he takes you to lunch or coffee and you guys just vent/rant/cry/work through emotions with each other

i also think he’s the type to be like “that’s currently a hostile environment so why don’t you come to mine and we can cuddle!”

super sweet and understanding but also will be firm about stuff

like he gets that you feel this way and you’re feelings are vaild, but try and think about it like this instead before you spiral

also he like....wouldn’t let it go

like if a day or two passes and even if you’re feeling better, he’s still gonna check in

hey you good? you sure? i got you a cookie?

like so so sweet and thoughtful and he’s so caring too

an angel

#once again so sorry its late #haikyuu #hq requests #sugawara koushi #yamamoto taketora #nishinoya yuu #yaku morisuke #request!

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emotionalsuppork · 3 years

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♛Kageyama♛ Needy Brat

NSFW-

spanking, pissed Tobio, bratty reader, sex (obvi), probably pretty mediocre writing

"Would you quit it!"

You whined pitifully but ultimately obeyed, dropping your hands back down to rest in your lap. Tobio glared a moment longer at where you had raised up on your knees so you could hold onto his arm, your breasts pressed against his bicep, before turning back to his computer.

He had been sorting through emails for far too long, trying to coordinate meet-ups and interviews, other players asking about practices, representatives asking about sponsorships; All the parts of being a professional athlete he hated most. You had to commend his self control. He may have put some of these off, but he hadn't stopped once since he started, and this was the fourth time you've bugged him for attention.

Looking over his shoulder, you frowned at the small dent he had made, obviously nowhere near finished. He grunted when you shifted to lean against his back, but he didn't shake you off. Relaxing and watching him type, you let your mind wander. It wasn't long before it wandered back to where you started; the ache between your thighs.

The ache only Tobio could fix.

You tried to start small. Soft sighs, breath fanning over his neck, shifting to get more comfortable, pressing into him more and more, wrapping your arms around his middle, dragging curious fingers up and down his chest. He paused just barely when you trailed your touch down his abs. You huffed when you realized you were getting nowhere.

Tobio grunted louder when you ducked under his arm and crawled into his lap. He glared a moment when you looked up at him for permission, but instead of pushing you off he simply sighed and kissed your head. The next few minutes where filled with the clacking of keys as you plotted your next attack. You know no amount of squirming would sway him. Misplaced touches would also be a bust. Usually your most effective weapons, both had already failed to get a reaction. There was only one thing left, something that would surely get his attention on you and you only. Leaning back into him, you widened your knees a little, just enough to slip a hand between them. Sneaking a hand into your panties, you were a little surprised at just how wet you really were. Every stroke over your clit was electrifying, and you weren't able to keep still. You tried to keep your movements subtle, but it was only a few minutes before Tobio blew up once more.

"Stop moving," You nodded quickly, but the quiet gasp you let out caused him to look down at you. He could only see your head and shoulders, but when he craned his neck he got a clear view of your little hand stuffed in your panties, working away at your puffy clit.

He saw red.

You were too far gone to notice the sharp intake of breathe from behind you, not realized you were caught till your wrist was snatched up and yanked away. Your resulting cry was promptly ignored as well.

"You brat, just what do you think you're doing?!" You jumped at the volume, huffing and rolling your eyes a second later. You started to move your other hand down to your dripping cunt, but as soon as Tobio saw he snatched it up too. He growled low, "I've been nice all day, letting you hang all over me, prance around practically naked, but now I'm trying to work. If you're bored I'll let you play around on my phone. If you keep testing me you're gonna get punished."

He was actually being really nice. You thought by now he would have lost it. To give you the option of redeeming yourself was sweet of him, obviously he didn't really mind you bothering him a little. But you needed him, and you needed him now. You weren't interested in him being nice to you. You crawled out of his lap and turned to look at him, making sure to spread your legs so he could see you. He barely glanced down at the wet spot on your panties before pinning you with a hard stare. You tried to pout cutely in the way you normally got him to do stuff for you, but he was already fed up, turning away and laughing humorlessly. Now you were fed up too.

“I hate you!”

Tobio whipped around and you winced at the sudden furious fire in his eyes. It was the wrong thing to say. Annoying him was one thing, you knew he didn’t care if you bugged him a little, but pissing him off was pure trouble.

You flinched and attempted to scramble back, spitting apologies. You got about a foot away before he reached over and snatched you back up.

Roughly dragging you back, Tobio ignored your struggle. Your fighting was all in vain, no matter what you’d never be able to overpower him, he was far too strong. He caged you against his chest and grabbed your jaw, turning you to face him. Tears gathering on your lashes at the twisted amusement marring his features.

“You’re needy huh? is that it? hm?” his grin was vicious, and when he flipped you over and draped you over his lap you were almost glad you didn’t have to see it, “I know exactly what you need.”

You whined as Tobio tears off your panties, tears finally starting to fall. He squeezes one ass cheek in one big palm and leans over to breath in your ear.

“Count” is all he hissed out before he cracks his hand across your ass, skin already heating up from the force.

You jolt with every swat, stuttering out numbers, trying in vain keep the rising arousal at bay. You get to 20 before Tobio apparently cant take it anymore, standing up and carrying you to the bedroom, tossing you down. He watches you writhe a moment before reaching around and tugging his shirt off, settling in between your legs, pushing his grey sweats down just enough to get his dick out. He pushes up the oversized shirt you have on to pinch and pull at your nipples, smirking at the pleas that fall from your lips.

He leans over you and drags his cock over your clit a few times, pausing a moment to lean over and whisper in your ear.

"You're okay?" He chuckles darkly at your frantic nod and nips at your neck, "Of course you are."

Immediately, he's ruthlessly pounding into you. Tobio hisses at the deep scratches your nails are making on his back. He ignores it for a little bit, too focused on perfecting his, already amazing, angle to make you scream. He laughs when he finds it, leaning down and sinking his teeth into your shoulder. You babble out an endless stream of sex-fueled nonsense, only cut off by Tobio pressing his hand against your mouth and digging his fingers into your cheeks. Hooded blue eyes stare through you and his thrusts get even harsher.

"Shut. Up." Is all he gets out before dropping his head back down and moaning against you throat. His hand slowly trails from your mouth down to your throat, and you're at the edge as he tightens his fingers, cutting off your flow of blood and oxygen. Gasping and whimpering, you're so so painfully close. He knows you are too.

Tobio lifts his head one more time, tugging on your neck so you're nose to nose. Grinning wickedly, he snarls "Cum." And you're arching into him, cum gushing and soaking him as he works towards his own release. You're still twitching as he pulls out and coats your chest in thick white ropes.

The next minute is spent watching each other, panting heavily. You finally reach out for him and he rolls his eyes, shaking his head and laying down with you. He starts to rub your back and you cant help smiling.

“I love you” you murmur over his heart. Tobio just scoffs.

“You fucking better, you ungrateful little brat.”

He joins in when you start giggling breathlessly though, so you're pretty sure he's already forgiven you.

#Smut #kageyama tobio #kageyama smut #kageyama #tobio kageyama #hq #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #hq imagines #hq x reader #hq smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x you #hq x you #haikyuu x self insert #hq x y/n #hq insert

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emotionalsuppork · 3 years

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Pairing : Ushijima Wakatoshi x gn!reader

Word count : 890

TW/Tags : n/a

Summary : You’ve been unable to visit any of your boyfriend’s practices due to work, finally, you make the time to go to one. It’s fair to say your presence catches everyone off-guard.

AN : this is a purely self indulgent Ushijima drabble because I love and miss him teehee

The gym’s bigger than you’re expecting, your eyes swooping over the large echoing hall as you wander into the practise gym for the Schweiden Alders. You can tell they’ve only just begun, none of the players look even remotely tired as they leap and dive across the court. Just looking at them makes you feel out of breath, and you shudder when you remember this is only their warm up. You quietly take a seat in the spectator’s area, happy that you finally found the time to be able to watch your boyfriend in his element.

Although you and Wakatoshi have been dating since midway through high school, your new job has been demanding your constant attention, and you haven’t had the time to come and watch him practice like you used to back when he was Shiratorizawa’s ace. You’ve only been able to show up to the Alders’ major games, and even then you’d always have to hastily disappear after the match for work. But now, as you sit there and watch your boyfriend’s perfect form as he ruthlessly spikes a volleyball down on the other side of the net, you note that you’ll have to make more free time to be able to watch him play.

You’re hanging off the edge of your seat by the time that the final whistle of their practice game sounds, immediately jumping up and rushing down towards the main court, giddy from the second hand adrenaline you feel pumping through your veins.

Wakatoshi is listening intently to who you remember is his captain, nodding every now and then but remaining silent and focused. You can see a few of his other teammates cast unsure glances in your direction, presumably wondering why a complete stranger is practically skipping towards the 24 year old wing spiker.

Ushijima’s focus on his captain snaps the second he spots you in his peripherals, his eyes widen slightly as he realises that you must have had enough time to make it to watch his practice, the smallest hint of a smile tugging at his usually stoic expression.

“Honey?” Everyone in the gym freezes, their gaze snapping towards the last man in the world they would expect to be casually throwing around pet names.

“Hi baby!” You sing, eyes crinkling from the force of your grin as you hand him a bottle of water you quickly grabbed from a vending machine, “Ah it’s been so long since I’ve been able to watch you in action, how do you get better every time I see you?” Wakatoshi notices the way you’re bouncing on the balls of your feet, a little habit of yours he’s picked up on whenever you’re too excited to contain your feelings.

“These sessions are called practices for a reason, sweet.” He says, tone deadpan, but the little gleam in his eyes tells you his words are merely teasing. You huff, gently slapping his chest.

“I come all the way out to watch you practice and then I get made fun of, the audacity, Toshi.” You faux pout, watching his gaze fall onto the plush of your lips.

“Maybe next time you should ask better questions, then I won’t have to tease you.” You both try to keep your expression serious, but seconds later you burst out into giggles, and Wakatoshi can’t fight the fond look that washes over his features, something only you’ve ever been able to pull from him.

“You’ve got to be joking, he wasn’t making it up that he has a partner?!” You turn to see a man with white hair (Hoshiumi, your brain distantly remembers), his face aghast as he stares at you as though he’s hallucinating your presence. Next to him stands someone more familiar; Kageyama has an overtly smug look on his face as he thrusts an open palm in front of the smaller, owl eyed boy. Hoshiumi grumbles something about Kageyama “cheating him out of money” as he reaches into his pocket and begrudgingly dumps what looks like a few thousand yen into the setter’s hands. Your head tilts in a mixture of confusion and amusement as you look back towards your boyfriend.

Wakatoshi doesn’t look particularly offended that some of his teammates thought he was lying about his partner, instead he leans down, gently lays a kiss on your forehead and then announces to the rest of the team that he’ll see them at next practice. He leaves with your hand firmly interlocked with his, pointedly ignoring the fact that every single person behind him wears a similar expression of unadulterated shock. A self-satisfied smile plays at his lips as he marches you both out of the gym, and you can’t help but laugh softly to yourself.

“You’ve never been one for PDA, Toshi.” You tease, swinging your locked hands together softly.

“They were questioning if you were mine,” he stops, and locks his eyes with yours as he leans forward to tower over you, “and you are mine. Now they know.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure the whole gym knows.” You mumble, face flushed scarlet as your boyfriend only cages you further under his presence.

“Good.” He says, the word accompanied with a pleased nod.

You may have been dating for 8 years now, but Wakatoshi still finds ways to make you feel like an infatuated teen again.

#such cute!#love this

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emotionalsuppork · 3 years

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OH MY GOD! omg this is so cute im soft.

thank you so much!

Read a fic about Aone by @emotionalsuppork which inspired me a lot 🥺 so I drew it

The fic <Aone “Wait! Stay there!”> , the fic is so lovely!

I always imagine bringing Aone out and take pictures of him cus he is such a cute gentle giant 🥺 and he deserves so much love🥺

Ps: Aone thinking that bird remind him of someone 🤔

#such cute!#i wanna cry #art #aone takanobu

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emotionalsuppork · 3 years

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Ok but like soft dom tendou just fingering and praising his gf, and telling her good girl, and overstimulating her,,,, 👁🕳👁I have brain rot I’m sorry lol

lol dont be sorry for saying what we’re all thinking here

lets be honest, what else is there to life than unending tendou brain rot?

"Don't squirm away. You asked me to make you feel good, remember puppy? Hmm?"

Satori shushed your loud whines and laughed into your neck, tightening his hold on your thigh. He had you spread out on his lap, your back to his chest, as he did his best to bring you to tears. To be fair, you had basically jumped him as soon as he got the door open. He was hardly surprised though. He came home to you begging for him to finger you or fuck you far too often for it to be anything but expected.

You were almost regretting it now though. Satori never went very fast. Every orgasm brought so gently you didn't realize you were coming until he told you. Eventually every high blurred together, the only thing breaking through the pleasure being the honeyed praise and soft encouragement.

You cried out as he brought his thumb back to your clit. Clawing at his bicep and turning to bite his shoulder, you didn't register his chuckles. You did register the pleasure slowly fading as he took his fingers out of your pussy to spread your cum around and softly circle his thumb around your clit to prolong the aftershocks. Your hearing returned a second later.

"Such a good girl for me, hmm? You're my good girl?" Satori grinned widely when you rapidly nodded your head, still panting harshly, "Thank you baby. You're so sweet. You're gonna let me feel good too now, right? Gonna let me use this little cunt a little longer?"

You hesitated for a second and Satori's grin turned saccharine.

"You don't want me to feel good too?" His lips turned down in an exaggerated pout, but it quickly turned back when you started tugging at his belt, "There she is!"

He let you undress him as he brought you into the bedroom, dropping you and turning away for a second. You didn't notice his rummaging, too focused on the renewed ache between your thighs.

The bed dipped and Satori caught himself on one arm, dipping to kiss you, and thrusting in all in the same moment.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you barely had a second to breathe before they snapped open again. You watched the slow smile spread across his face before flicking your gaze down to where Satori pressed a vibrator against your clit.

"Be a good girl and scream for me?"

#brainrot asks #tendou #tendou satori #tendou smut #tendou x reader #satori tendou #satori tendo x reader #smut #hq smut #hq imagines #hq x reader #hq insert #hq x you #anon #request!

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emotionalsuppork · 3 years

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Hey so this is maybe a weird question but how did you started with this blog?🙇‍♀️ I was thinking if I do it too but not quit sure. I have many hc about some characters and when I read some writings it looks so cool ya know? If you have maybe some tips could you maybe give me some?:(

hi! its not at all a weird question!

i started by figuring out which of my things i actually wanted to fix up and post. once you have an idea of the kind of content/image you want, you then really just need formatting. Formatting is the hardest part by far, but once you experiment a little it goes pretty quick.

i personally have photoshop, that's how i made my banners! (If you would like some banners like / or unlike the ones i have, i am more than happy and willing to either make them for you or walk you through the process yourself! its not too difficult, but depending on the look you want, there is sometimes a bit of a learning curve)

and when I write/format my headcanon pieces, i go online and find some text symbols(❖✦★) and i use those as bullet points. i work those into my stuff before i copy/paste it into tumblr.

ALSO i don't know what program you prefer using to write on, but i don't like the thought of saving all my stuff in google docs (i'm shy and paranoid) and i personally h a t e microsoft word, so i use Jarte (which ill also leave a link for) not only because its basically fully customizable from appearance to key command, and you can install it to thumb drives, but also because the website is from like 2004 or something and it makes me giggle. (they also have a free puzzle website, if you're into that sorta thing) ((i am)) and if you're shy about your writing irl, i recommend a thumb drive and then enabling bitlocker on windows cause then you can lock the drive and open it with a passcode. it makes me feel a little more comfortable.

i use rich text format option for my posts, but for my masterlists i use HTML so i can code the colors in. i use the basic colors and if you need any help with HTML here's some commands and i am happy to help more with that!

I was nervous about posting my stuff even though i already had it all formatted so i spent some time fixing up my ✨aesthetic✨ and writing a little ‘about me’ post along with a request outline post and such before hand so i could feel i had more of a “presence”

another thing, posting times. now to be fair most people who go on tumblr to read fanfic typically browse through and spend some time, but you also kinda want your stuff to be something they’ll actually see, so while you may have to experiment with this, some basic good posting times are first thing in the morning (which baffles me endlessly) and last thing at night (sort of) so try posting at like 7am or 7pm. some of my best analytics (not just from this blog) have been from 5am - 8am, 6pm - 10pm, and then ill get random bursts on weekends where its active from 1am - 4am.

ALSO CONTENT WISE this is gonna sound a little weird but it makes total sense, so if you can.....write smut. my smut pieces have BY FAR the most notes and are what is actually getting people to notice my stuff. now you don't have to limit yourself and you'll probably still get recognition regardless, but its a bit of a quicker way. I don't really write smut v often, my mind automatically goes straight to fluff, but i had two things already written out so i posted them on a whim and they're my most interacted with posts.

anyways i recommend it! its a nice hobby and it helps me strengthen my writing.

also come off anon! message me or smth so i can help out more and read your stuff if/when you post it!

hope i helped! and if you need anything else or more clarification (i tried to keep it brief) my ask box is always open

#advice?#anon #request!

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emotionalsuppork · 3 years

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Hi! Idk if your requests are open, but can I request some head canons or a little Drabble of a soft tendou x fem reader? It could be nsfw or sfw, I just love this lanky man!

yes they are and yes you can

this dork is literally the loml

❤Tendou❤ ~ soft headcanons

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❤ Okay but Tendou would be so good at being a soft boyfie!

❤ But like, Tendou's specific "soft"? All of them!

❤ He DEF likes reading to you

❤ Or just letting you stretch out and lounge all over him like a cat while he does whatever

❤ I feel like he's loud and crazy and fun and everything, but he does that thing where when the laughter fades out, he just keeps smiling at you, and tugs you closer so he can snuggle you

❤ And he's always trying to make you giggle!

❤ A l w a y s

❤ Like when you're eating, when you're busy, when he's railing you, when you're already laughing on the ground in tears, always!

❤ His pillow talk is just pure soft sweet silliness

❤ It's like he just always knows exactly what kind of soft you need him to be at any given moment

❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤

Laughter bounced and pinged around the kitchen. You had nearly slipped off the counter you were sitting on and Satori cackled loudly as he caught you. Giggling as he leaned over the counter next to you, he gasped as he tried to continue his story. A moment later he gave up and laid his head down in your lap, shoulders still shaking.

"Please stop. I can't fucking breathe, Tori!" You shouting this just made you laugh harder and it started all over again.

He ended up finishing the story after dinner, when you both had tangled together on the couch, effectively shattering the calm that had settled over the apartment, launching you two into howling laughter once again.

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emotionalsuppork · 3 years

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Heyyyy🦋 So for kind of reason I had to thought about tendo when I listened the song "scary love "from the neighborhood 🤓 so I wanted to ask if you could do a fluffy scenario based on the song with our small boy tendo?🤩Is it possible because I dont know if you do something like this D:

Okay so I wrote this rlly quickly because I wanted to get it out, but I'm currently fostering 3 kittens and one of them just got sick. I might re-write this later and add to it, but for now this is what I have down.

Also yes! Hi! I will write song fic!

This is kinda like a bunch of little scenarios based off individual lines from the song? I felt I could paint a better picture this way.

❤ Tendou ❤ ~ Scary Love - The Neighborhood

Move to the city with me

Tendou's eyes blew wide.

What? Did you say?

You didn't move from your spot on the bed, leaning against the wall, curled into his side, safe in his warmth, with your legs tossed over one of his thighs. He had been idly dragging his fingers up and down your calves, only to abruptly stop when you spoke.

You looked up at him, but he kept his gaze locked forward on your record player, the one he bought you, still spinning leisurely. The music kept playing, the world kept turning, but Tendou had stopped.

Then he started once more.

All at once he had snapped his gaze to meet yours, Vermillion eyes flitting over your entire body, long fingers wrapping around your ankle, questioning eyebrows knitted tight.

You tilted your head to the side in confusion.

Tendou tilted his as well, silently willing you to repeat your question. Lucky for him,

"Can I come with you?"

He let out a sharp sigh and shook his head, completely shocked, eyes still wide.

That was probably the last thing he had expected you to say to him coming over to your parents house to tell you that, since he had just graduated and wasn't planning on college, his parents thought it was best if he leave and figure out what he wants from life 'on his own dime'. Honestly after overhearing some stories from his classmates he had expected you to be angry. Then, as you opened your door and greeted him with a sweet smile and saccharine kisses, he realized that you wouldn't be angry with him, you'd never be angry with him. Which brought on his next realization, one that scared him even more.

You'd be sad.

The first thing he did when you agreed to be his girlfriend was swear that he would never hurt you. You had giggled and nudged his shoulder, telling him that you knew that and pecking his lips.

So he let you lead him into your room, let you put on a record, let you drag him into your bed, and tried to build up the courage to break the news that he was leaving.

And as he told you, you stayed sweet.

You listened attentively as he explained. You nodded empathetically when his explanation of the situation turned into venting about it instead. You stayed cuddled up to him when he went quiet and shifted to stare anywhere else. You let him have those few needed minutes of silence as you digested what he said to you.

Then you shocked the hell out of him.

Don't wanna be alone

Standing here now, in your nearly empty bedroom, Tendou wondered why he didn't see this coming. He wondered why he even bothered making you take a few days to really think about it. You were the one who brought up coming with him in the first place.

He turned his head to look at you, then flicked his eyes back and forth, from you to the boxes stacked against the wall. You rocked from heel to toe and back, looking up at him with the most innocent smile he had ever seen. He rolled his eyes and you laughed, bouncing over and throwing your arms around his neck.

"Don't be like that!" You tugged him closer, "We both know that neither of us could make it on our own."

No one has ever cared for me As much as you do

"Satori? What are all these?"

He looked up and quirked a smile at the box in your hands, making grabby hands at you and bringing you into his lap when you tried to sit next to him. You had obviously snooped a little bit, but all the photos were still arranged neatly enough.

"These are all the pictures of me growing up!" You grinned and, after asking permission which he granted with a laugh, quickly started flicking through.

He remembered most of them, hooking his chin over your shoulder and adding in little anecdotes to set the scene. You both were laughing so much you didn't realize it at first. But after a little while, you had to ask.

"Why are you always alone in these?" Turning to look at him you caught the sad smile crossing his features.

"I hadn't met Wakatoshi-kun yet." He took out a separate stack of photos. These were all with Ushijima and him, then ones of Semi started showing up, along with Reon too. He looked happy, but there was something about his eyes that bothered you. When you brought your hands up to his face and turned his head to look straight at you, he chuckled, confused. It turned nervous when you continued staring into his eyes. After a minute of you comparing the pictures in your hands to the Tendou you were sitting on, he seemed to realize something and he took out the last two stacks of pictures.

These pictures all looked completely different. He seemed perfectly content with the world. Like something had clicked into place.

"What changed?" He pulled a picture and held it up to your eyes.

"I met you."

Your love is therapy

Sitting him down on the bed you tried to pull away, only for his arms to tighten and drag you to sit in front of him, bracketed between his knees. Closing his eyes and squishing you into his chest, Tendou shakily breathed you in. A moment later your hands came up to rub his back and he shuddered.

"Satori?", he hummed quietly, "Are you...okay?"

A strangled laugh clawed it's way out of his throat. Your hands clutched at his hoodie and you leaned back to see his face. He let you, then quickly regretted it when your already worried eyes softened further.

"Hey, hey what's wrong? Satori please, talk to me."

God, how did you not realize you were too good for him.

"Do you like being with me?" His voice came out scratchy and he closed his eyes, not knowing if he could continue staring your concern in the eyes. He didn't mean to say that, but the alcohol was letting his vulnerability out to play.

"What? Of course I do. I love you, Satori." He thinks you're pulling away but then your hands come up to hold his cheeks, thumbs stroking over his cheekbones, “I love you, but I can’t help if you dont tell me what happened.”

He breaks.

"I ran into some old classmates at the party," He whispers, "It didn't go so well."

You deflated a little in his arms, wishing you could've gone with him, understanding now why he was so randomly insecure. You pulled away and your heart broke when he misunderstood and curled into himself.

Grabbing all the sweets, junk food, blankets and pillows in the apartment, you made him stand and change his clothes, pretending you didn't notice him watching you curiously. When you arranged everything and crawled into bed, Tendou just stood at the edge. You had never seen him look less sure of himself. You lifted the corner of the covers and smiled softly.

"Let's talk?"

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emotionalsuppork · 3 years

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Heyyy is it ok if I please request a scenario with Kageyama where reader is Hinata’s MS friend who disguised as a guy so she can help him play his first ever match, and she was really killing it (showed great potential like Hinata). Kags find out she’s a woman somehow and likes her a lot but he feels a lil awkward to make a move cuz he was kinda mean to Hinata? Maybe they even end up in HS together, but she didn’t know he knew. Smt like that! Thank youuu 💕

𝔰𝔥𝔢’𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔫

kageyama x fem!reader

warnings: probably some swearing but otherwise all fun and cute

summary: you think it’s harmless to pretend to be a boy for hinata’s match against kitagawa daiichi, not knowing the consequences when you manage to catch the eye of a particular setter

word count: 4.1k

friendship is more than just walking home together after a long day of middle school, sharing snacks and loud laughter. it’s more than hanging out on weekends, giving them your phone when their battery has died or letting them copy your messy scrawled homework answers five minutes before lesson.

friendship is loyalty. support. like brotherhood.

you sigh as you sit down on the concrete steps outside the gym, every muscle in your body burning and the skin of your forearms beginning to turn purple from hours of volleyball practise. you pant heavily, every gulp of cold air refreshing as it cools the sweat dripping down your face but hinata isn’t finished yet. you can tell he’s craving more by the way he bounces around the outdoor court, his ginger hair billowing in the breeze.

“no more, shoyo.” you croak. hinata looks disappointed but he doesn’t push it, instead thanking you when you pass him his jacket and bag and stand, ready to leave the school after four hours of practise. this wasn’t unusual; you and hinata would often stay behind when the other girls packed up, talking loudly about what snacks they wanted from the local convenience store. you stayed behind even when the coach gave you both a pointed glare and warned you not to overwork yourselves. sometimes you wish you could walk home with the other girls, get snacks with them and joke about the your hot senpais as you devoured hot meat buns, but hinata was important to you too. whilst you had a team, a proper coach to correct and motivate you, team members to fight with, tournaments in big bustling gyms with cheering crowds and a taste of that exhilarating success whilst feeling that sweet pain of the volleyball smacking against your skin, hinata didn’t even have a slither of that.

“when’s the tournament?” you ask as you and hinata begin the walk home together. with the way the tangerine sun dips down below the tall trees and hills, your shadows are dark and long, stretching across the concrete hinata stares at, not meeting your eyes.

“monday.” he mumbles. something in your chest twinges and you can’t help but feel sorry for hinata- you expected him to be bouncing with excitement, to be giddy with the prospect of his first ever volleyball tournament. the first step of his dream towards being the next small giant, just like the legendary man you’d seen hinata glorify for years. you knew how his brown eyes would widen, gleaming as he watches replays of that famous match at nationals, his body still as he holds his breath, scrutinising everything.

“i’m excited for it.” you smile, sighing as you turn to admire the way the sun sinks between pink clouds. “you’ve been training so hard with me, i know you’ll do amazing.” hinata sigs heavily, his shoulders slouching as he ruffles his ginger locks.

“yeah, i’m excited for it and i know we’ll try our best but...the team isn’t great because the first years don’t have a lot of experience. and izumi and kōji are good at basketball and football but it’s not enough.” he looks so dejected and you hate the way he’s already paling. “and we don’t have a libero. we don’t have any defence.” you can only smile sympathetically. whilst hinata was fast, he was still clumsy and his short height was enough of a disadvantage that you couldn’t help but feel dread at the idea of him and his sloppy, novice team with their clumsiness and inexperience standing on the middle of a vast volleyball court.

“that doesn’t sound good, hinata. you need a libero. what about-”

“you?” you froze. you stopped in the middle of the street, staring at hinata as he beamed back at you, his mood suddenly elevated.

“what?” it’s like something flickers in him and he’s jumping before you, grinning so widely you’d have thought he turned insane if you weren’t childhood friends.

“yes! y/n, you’re such a good libero! you’re amazing and so smart and so good at receiving, please i need you on my team!” you groan as hinata grabs your arms, tugging at you needily as if that’ll help his persuasion.

“but shoyo, are you forgetting i’m a girl? i can’t play in a boys’ tournament.” he only laughs, brown eyes wrinkling.

“nobody will be able to tell anyway!” you gasp, face flushing with indignation as you shrug hinata’s hold off you to fold your arms across your chest.

“what’s that supposed to mean? are you saying i look like a boy?!” hinata pauses for a moment, making you growl as anger starts to flood you.

“hm, not your face so much but your hair does look like a boy’s from some angles.” you scoff at the way he tilts his head before his brown eyes flicker to your chest. “and it’s not like you have boobs.”

“shoyo!” you snap, lurching forward to give him a hard jab in his upper arm. hinata starts, mouth dropping open as he rubs his arm.

“you sounded like my mum there! oh, please play on my team, y/n- we need someone with experience.”

you can see the way he’s begging, his eyes rounded with worry and pleading. it was against the rules- the team would be disqualified and unable to play. but it’s not like they’d have much chance anyway, the team horribly lacking experience, skill, expertise. throughout all those years of middle school, all hinata had ever cared for was volleyball- and this was the closest he had gotten to grasping that misty, faraway dream. who were you to snatch that away, to blow away that mist?

“fine.” it comes out as a low growl as you continue walking, hearing hinata gasp as he bounds after you.

“yes!” he shrieks and you can see his shadow jump in and out of the air, rising high above you. despite his height, hinata could jump high, towering much higher than you and any other volleyball player you knew. it was rare and possibly hinata’s one key into unlocking volleyball. “you’re the best, y/n! you’re going to be so awesome, you’ll be like schwoop with the ball and i’ll be zoom-”

“shoyo,” you cut him off with a cold voice and a mirthless smile. “try say i have no boobs again and i’ll make sure you’re bang.” hinata shivers.

꧁꧂

it’s electrifying.

the thick smell of the gym’s moist air, the echoing cheers, the sound of the volleyball smacking against the hard wood floor- it makes goosebumps prickle over your skin as you stand beside hinata. you swallow hard, nerves tightening your stomach and the sense of this was wrong. it was wrong, against the rules to have trimmed your hair short enough to resemble a boy’s, to wear your tightest sports bra to bind your chest, to be dressed in the boy’s green volleyball kit, not your usual girl’s kit.

but it feels so right to be standing side by side with your best friend, to help lift him closer and closer to that high, faraway dream…

“i never want to ask this and hope for a ‘yes’ ever again...but i do look like a boy, right?” hinata isn’t even listening to you, his face slightly paled and his hands wrapped over his stomach but izumi and kōji turn at you and smile reassuringly.

“you pass enough.” the former says and you sigh heavily, rubbing at the crease between your brows. you’d stood on the court enough times but this was different. you’d never played with boys before except hinata as the male volleyball team was practically dust at your middle school but you’d seen enough players. sure, you were rather tall for a girl your age, vastly taller than hinata for sure, but some of these boys were edging towards six foot, their muscles bigger and beefier than your toned arms, their hands so big when it smacks against the ball with so much power. you can’t help but shudder, turning to kōji with widened eyes when he places a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“it’ll be okay, y/n. we’re counting on you.”

“i know.” you reply, glancing at hinata. he’s completely oblivious to your conversation, his eyes flashing with the reflection of the harsh, white gym lights overhead. you feel your heart sink. the whole point where you’re why, why you’re risking disqualification is all for hinata. you can’t let him down.

꧁꧂

kageyama exhales heavily as he strides across the court, his volleyball shoes stamping down hard on the wood with his team following closely behind. he can’t help the way his face is contorted in a frown, not when every nerve in his body is buzzing with the electrifying anticipation of a game. and seeing that stupid, naive, blinded tangerine freak in the toilets only makes kageyama more fuelled. as he stands before the net, he almost wants to laugh at the team before him. they look so awkward and clumsy, nerves evident in all their rounded eyes and their skin pale except-

kageyema swallows when he sees you, his heart suddenly pumping faster than it usually does at a game. you look different. you’re tall, not as tall as him but considerably taller than the rest, and kageyema hates how determined you look with your clenched jaw, your darkened eyes narrowed with competitive excitement. the way you stand too, the way the skin of your forearms are dotted with purple bruises, kageyama immediately know if there’s any competition on the team, it’s you. when your eyes lock with his, he hates how his cheeks flush and he looks away, focusing on scrutinising the other members of the team but his mind still burns with the image of you. you’re the best looking boy kageyama has ever seen, he hears himself admitting, and he had oikawa tōru as his senpai. but as kageyama snatches a glance back at you (feeling his heart sink but also flutter a little when he sees you flash an encouraging smile at hinata) he can’t help the feeling of his skin prickling that something isn’t quite usual about you.

the whistle blows and kunimi is first to serve the ball, the ball rising steadily over the net and kageyama watches it closely. but you’re good and he hisses slightly as you receive it perfectly with your forearms, your eyes widening as you send it up towards the setter. yet he’s slightly clumsy, missing the ball and letting it fall flat on the hard floor. kageyama smiles. this would be an easy match he’s certain he’ll win.

with more and more serves and blocks, you receive them perfectly, your legs moving rapidly and your eyes narrowed on the blue and yellow volleyball like you instinctively know where it’ll go, kageyama is certain you’re an amazing player. he feels angry almost, gritting his teeth when the setter misses the ball- or on the rare occasions he manages to toss it up one of the other plays miss it pathetically. kageyama can’t help but question, what are you doing on such an inexperienced, fumbling team when you obviously have the skill set worthy of a kitagawa daiichi student, worthy of being part of a team who are winning the set with steadily rising points.

but hinata’s relentless and kageyema can feel the burning competition when the setter manages to toss the ball up, shouting for the ginger-haired boy but he’s predictable and kageyama’s legs move to mirror hinata before he can even think but wait, what’s happening- kageyama feels the sinking disappointment when hinata speeds across the court in a ginger and green blur. he can’t help but choke with shock when the opposing boy jumps, his legs springing up and his palm slapping against the ball.

kageyama forgets how to breathe when he hears the sound of the ball smacking against the wood floor and there’s cheers echoing in the gym.

he watches with bitterness when you beam at hinata, your eyes widened and lips stretched into a smile as you hug him but he can’t hear your encouraging words when blood pounds in his ears. he hates this- how can such a rubbish team have such an amazing libero and a player with the speed, the power, the agility to make a brilliant player but wasted them all with clumsiness and a lack of skill. it’s pathetic, criminal even to kageyama as he thinks of how much has been wasted on you both.

you look up and meet his eyes. kageyama’s mouth goes dry and he can feel his frown slip away, his cheeks warming up as he stares at you with widened eyes. you really are so pretty for a boy, kageyama had never seen someone like you. he can’t help the way his eyes trail down your body- and whilst you’re slightly more petite than most volleyball players he’s seen (but with a slightly bigger chest- you must really train your upper body at the gym, he thinks), he can’t help but think you look really damn good.

fuck. kageyama’s heart stops when he sees that smile of yours, your sparkling eyes crinkling at the corners except it isn’t aimed at anyone except him. kageyama doesn’t smile back.

꧁꧂

you’re exhausted by the time the game finishes. sweat drips down your temples as you walk to hinata, the bruised skin of your forearms and scraped knees red and blotched with the forming bruises.

“hey, shoyo, well do-”

“what have you been doing for the past three years?!” you gasp at the deep growl that interjects you, eyes widening to see kageyama clinging to the net as he hisses at hinata, his blue eyes nothing but pure anger. “and you!” you swallow, eyes widening at the yell of fury that’s now directed at you. “what are you doing with a team like this?!” you’re about to yell back, scream at this prick that this isn’t your team but you don’t, swallowing hard as you recognise the pure dejection on hinata’s face, his trembling bottom lip as he wills himself not to cry. instead you leave this esteemed king of the court with no answer but a menacing glare as you wrap an arm around hinata and lead him away.

“i don’t see why i have to come with you.” kōji sighs, rolling his eyes as you both walk in the direction of the toilet facilities.

“well, do you want to comfort hinata and the first years instead?” you grin at his widened eyes. “exactly. besides, my teammates usually come to the toilets with me.”

“yeah, but that’s because it’s a girl thing. and i’m not a girl.” you chuckle.

“well, i’m not either today…” you trail off, mouth opening in horror at the person who stands before you.

your mouth is dry, heart hammering against your chest as kageyama stares at you, blue eyes rounded slightly. his cheeks look slightly flushed and he only glances momentarily at kōji before he’s staring right back at you, making you squirm slightly under his heavy glare. how much did he hear? was he going to tell the tournament organisers, just to win over hinata even more? and surely disqualification was worse than losing? you hold your breath as kageyama opens his mouth to speak, dreading the worse-

but. “good game.” you blink at him, mouth opening to stammer words but the relief flooding you makes it hard to talk. you can only muster a nod and a quick thank you with a bow of your head. you think it’s over- sure, you didn’t win but hinata managed to grasp the first part of his dream, even if it was somewhat a nightmare. you think it’s over now, that you’ll never see kageyama again but your stomach churns when you notice the way his blue eyes drop down to your chest, his black brows furrowing slightly. you can only blush, folding your arms over your chest and avoid his watchful eyes, hoping for him to finally leave so you can use the girls’ toilets, dreading the idea of having to enter the men’s under his watchful eyes.

but finally after long moments of an awkward silence, kageyama begins to stroll away and you can only exhale with relief when you no longer feel his piercing gaze burning into you.

“why was that so awkward? have you met him before?” kōji enquires, grimacing and shuddering whilst you groan loudly. “y/n?”

“sekimukai, i think he figured it out!” you lower your voice at his perplexed expression. “i think he figured out i’m a girl!”

“and why would you think that? he literally just said ‘good game.’”

“he looked at my chest!” you gasp dramatically, hugging your chest tightly with your eyes widened. “and he just kept staring at me during the game!” kōji looks like he wants to laugh.

“i think you’d need boobs first for him to be looking there.” you scowl, bringing your fist down hard on his arm to make his chuckles become a pain of cry.

“you guys just wait till i take off this sports bra- i’ll look like an anime girl! just you wait!”

꧁꧂

kageyema can’t help but think of you on the ride back to aobajohsai after a long day of playing games. his body is sore but blood rushes through his veins at the exhilaration of moving on further. yet he can’t stop thinking about the first match- of you.

kunimi and kindaichi both look at him expectantly when he twists around in his seat to face them.

“what did you think of the first game? of their libero?” kunimi shrugs.

“he was good. surprisingly good for that team.” kageyama shakes his head.

“no, no, what do you think of his looks?” kunimi looks confused whilst kindaichi blushes, scratching at his head sheepishly.

“i- i’m not into guys-”

“he was alright.” kunimi sighs, his lazy eyes turning to look at the green blurs of passing hills. “he’d make a pretty girl, to be fair.”

what if they were a girl, kageyama thinks as he turns back into his seat. as his eyes flutter shut, you’re all he sees burning in the back of his eyelids. the more he thinks of you he realises that your jaw was smaller, your features softer and rounded than the average boy’s and the curves of your chest weren’t the curves of a man’s muscular pecs but womanly curves somehow suppressed enough to pass to the unsuspecting eye.

꧁꧂

you smile as you approach the courtyard outside the karasuno gym, spotting hinata’s ginger hair as he practises with another person. it’s one of your first days of club activities, the excitement of a new school still buzzing in your veins. you were easily accepted into the girls’ volleyball team but this is hinata’s first proper team, his first chance of practising in the same gym as his idol, being coached by the same man that led his role model to victory.

“shoyo! let me practise with me!” you call out and hinata stops at the sound of your voice, waving at you excitedly as you approach him. you don’t even take notice of the other person with him till you think you recognise that black hair and you stop.

it’s like having deja vu. you stare in shock at kageyama standing before you, his blue eyes focusing on you with a semblance of familiarity, his brow furrowed slightly as you can see the cogs turning in his head.

“shoyo, isn’t this who you-”

“yes, it’s that horrible setter from that team we played at the tournament in middle school.” hinata snaps, scowling at kageyama whose face flashes with anger. he’s about to snarl back a remark but stops, his eyes widening as he turns to you.

“wait, ‘we?’” you look slightly different now, hair almost reaching your chin now with little wispy bangs and of course you’re wearing a skirt. you shift your weight awkwardly from foot to foot. “so you are a girl!” you gasp, not believing you quite heard those words and realising that those few months ago, your instincts had been right.

“wait, you know?” hinata cries, brown eyes widening. “how?!” kageyama grimaces.

“boke! she has b-” he breaks off, blue eyes widening as he stares at your chest through your white shirt before quickly looking away, the blush staining his cheeks horribly noticeable. you’re embarrassed yourself, the heat rising to your cheeks as you feel the urge to pull your blazer tighter over yourself.

“no she doesn-”

“shut up, hinata!”

꧁꧂

kageyama isn’t sure what to say when he sees you and hinata chat playfully, smiles tugging at your lips as he packs up his bag, ready to go home after a long evening of practising volleyball in preparation for their saturday match. kageyama would’ve left to go home already, his body already hot with irritation from spending too much with hinata, but for some reason now that you’re here, the person who kept showing up in his dreams all throughout the spring break, kageyama can’t leave just yet. he always knew you were attractive as a boy, but as a girl you look so beautiful, your short hair rippling with the breeze and your lashes fluttering over your sparkly eyes.

he’s never felt like this before. kageyama realises he want to be sat in hinata’s place, talking to you, laughing with you but how could he? he remembers the way he never returned your pretty smile in the midst of that match, how he had hissed at you and hinata at the end of it and that menacing glare you flashed at him, the way you’d closed up on yourself when he saw you outside the gym toilets, refusing to meet his eyes. how could he ever expect you to be interested in him when clearly you cared about hinata- and he’d done nothing but destroy hinata’s dreams.

“kageyama.” his head shoots up at the sound of his name, surprised to see you looking at him expectantly. “we’re going to get some meat buns on our way home. would you like to come with us?” kageyama can barely even breathe as he somehow musters out a breathless ‘yeah!’ it’s an added bonus of course when hinata scowls at him.

kageyama rubs the back of his neck awkwardly as the two of you stand outside the store on the dark, narrow alley. his skin is warm and he glances at you, eyes widening awkwardly at the gentle smile you shoot him.

“shoyo sure takes long, huh. i wonder what he’s doing in there, meat buns shouldn’t take this long to get.” you chuckle awkwardly and kageyama has a quick remark ready on his tongue but he stops, opting to be quiet. it really won’t look good if he keeps insulting your best friend- or possibly boyfriend?

“do you have a girlfriend, kageyama-san?” kageyama is stunned, staring at you as you smile sheepishly at him. “or a boyfriend?”

“uh-” fuck. why was he taking so long to answer? it was obviously no so why couldn't he just speak. “not way- i- i mean no!” fuck. kageyama can feel his face burning now. which idiot gets ‘not at the moment’ and ‘no way’ mixed up? you giggle, so light and airy kageyama can feel his heart thump faster like it did at that match, the first time he saw you.

“i don’t have a boyfriend either. and i haven’t been on a date either. have you, kageyama-san?”

kageyama isn’t sure what to say. his head is spinning and he’s sure it’ll be more embarrassing to ask to sit somewhere on this empty street- or worse, what if he faints right in front of you? why was hinata taking so damn long?

“oh…” you trail off and kageyama can see the bashfulness apparent in you. “i’m sorry, i don’t know why i’m being so bold- i thought-”

“shall we do something on saturday?” he isn’t sure where his sudden surge of confidence came from but he’s sure the image of hinata teasing him in his head has something to do with it.

“yes!” you grin at him and kageyama returns it just for a moment before hinata finally comes bouncing out of the sakanoshita store with a bag of meat buns in his hands.

“finally, boke! what took you so long?!” kageyama smiles as he watches you scold hinata and try to tug the bag from his hands. he has a feeling you two will suit.

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my requests are open!!!!

for the people who asked / are wondering

ALSO thank you so much if you do request something and thanks so so SO much for all of the notes and things! You lot are seriously too cute and too kind!!!

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"𝖐𝖎𝖘𝖘 𝖒𝖊 𝖘𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖞" — suna rintarou ;

𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖘: female reader. fluff—established relationship. angst if you squint. comfort. mention of drug use. like, one swear word.

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 2k

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: suna rintarō is so much more than his bored eyes, the blunt between his lips, and his tendency to slack off and you're one of the very few people who know this.

♡: in lieu of the influx of toxic stoner!suna content, i offer you a piece of appreciation towards him and all that he is. i was meaning to post this in my new blog but i thought there's so much of you here who would appreciate and need this more. didn't proofread so for any errors, gomen.

It's you who find out first that there is truly so much more to Suna Rintarō than his expressionless exterior, sleepy eyes, and bored gaze towards even the most ridiculous situations. It's when his self assured stance dwindled as he walked towards you once upon a time, introducing himself first before asking you for your number.

"My number?" You echoed his request, trying your best not to gawk at his attractive features and six foot two stature towering over you so easily; making you feel oh so small. (Which is funny, given that you were already standing straight on your heels.)

"If you don't mind, 's cool if you say no," he replies, tearing his gaze from you as if he was actually anxious you'd say no.

It's funny, really. It's not every day a famous pro-athlete known for both his good looks and skills walk up to you, asking for your number and actually considering you'd say no to him and his pretty features—in fact, nevermind that he was pretty, it was more the fact that he wasn't so full of himself to actually think you wouldn't say no.

That's what makes you nod your head; your heart already beating right out of your chest as he gives you a lazy grin and his phone to press your number in. When you're done, you hand it back to him and you mentally pat yourself at the back for not visibly trembling.

"Y/N?" He reads your name from the contact information, and good God, did your name sound so beautiful coming out of his mouth. He doesn't wait for your reply anymore, looking back at you from his phone, the lazy smile still across his lips as if he knew it was a heart killer.

"Thanks, I'll text you later," is the last thing he said before he walked away from you.

It didn't take long for you to fall in love with someone like Suna Rintarō—underneath his detached personality also lied someone who was truly passionate with the things he set his mind to, gave his time to. Like you or volleyball or the video game he's been waiting to release for a whole month—it only had to be something or someone who was special enough, then, he would give it his all.

The smoke that filled his lungs occasionally did nothing to lessen your own intoxication of Suna Rintarō and his passions—because every exhale, his dark green eyes would meet yours and oh so easily, he offers you that same lazy smile yet one that was dripping in affection.

"Should you even be smoking that, Rintarō?" You had questioned him before, about the second time you've seen him put the rolled blunt in between his soft lips, inhaling it.

"It's a once in a while kinda thing, you don't actually think I'd sacrifice my career for this don'tcha?" He grins at you, amusement flooding his usually bored eyes—now glazed over with the effects of the weed—from the way he gazes at you with an eyebrow raised.

It's when you realize that Suna Rintarō was independent and knew what he was doing—did what he did with full awareness, full control, full flexibility. It's as if who he was in court was who he was in person as well.

"You're really interesting, y'know that Rin?" You had mumbled against his chest once before, it was at the first few months of dating—he had one of his arms around you with you cuddled on his side, watching a movie from his couch.

"Yeah?"

"I mean—you've always been so good at what you do, huh? But you still work for it."

"What makes you say that?" You can feel him looking down on face against his chest.

"C'mon, don't be silly. You were scouted at middle school and you only got better as you grew up!" You say, finally moving your head to meet his gaze.

But all you get is a flick on your forehead and his low chuckle, "'s not that deep, y/n," he answers.

But you already knew better.

Suna isn't one for words, and no matter how much you insist that he was beyond the description of words, he only rolls his narrowed eyes at you. You find out Suna Rintarō, your boyfriend, was a huge inspiration during your sixth month together when you finally met his little sister.

It's hard to say it wasn't amusing how snarky she was, just as he was to his friends whom you've met a few times before—Atsumu and Osamu Miya, you remember. She's quick with her tongue, easily retorting back to her brother's comments.

"Are you sure you didn't just pay Y/N-san to be your girlfriend, nii-san?"

"Nah, you still jealous I came out prettier than you?" Suna bites back, a teasing grin plastered across his face. His sister only scoffs, looking back at you.

"You can tell me if he blackmailed you to come here!" She attempts to whisper. You're not sure whether you should be worried or continue to laugh, but you do neither as you choke on the drink you were sipping on right as she told you this.

"Shit, Y/N," Suna curses as you cough, your throat burning at the drink's intrusion, but Suna's quick to rub soothingly against your back as he offers you his water, his eyes glazed over in panic.

"You okay?" He asks when you stopped coughing, and you nod in response—throat remaining slightly sore. Suna lets out an aggravated groan, "Be careful next time," he manages to scold you, but oddly enough, his words remain saccharine.

There's something about the way that his little sister doesn't seem the least bit surprised with his reaction that somehow lets you know that perhaps, Suna Rintarō might just be quite the caring brother behind closed doors.

After that, it was when Suna excused himself to take a call from his manager, leaving you with his sister.

"Hey, nee-san, promise you'll take care of Rin-nii? You won't break his heart, will you?" His sister asks, eyes gleaming with something akin to hope, expectation, wonder. It easily takes you by surprise.

"Don't you worry, I'll promise I'll take care of him, promise I won't break his heart," your voice easily softens, nodding. His little sister's gaze remains on you, as if she's assessing you and as if she would easily tell whether or not you meant the words that came out of your mouth.

It makes you hold a breath until she nods slowly, smiling at you lightly just as Suna comes walking back, eyebrows raised, knowing he must've missed something.

"Whatcha girls talkin' bout?" He asked as he slipped back on his seat beside you.

"None of your business, obviously," his sister quickly answers.

They're truly quite similar, it's enough to make you smile and get through meeting his little sister until both of you dropped her off back to the train station.

"What'd she tell you?" Suna nudged you after seeing her train leave.

"Nothing, Rin," you answered with a wide smile, leaning up to place a chaste kiss against his lips—yet just as you pull away, one of his hands has found its way behind your neck, pulling you back to him.

You never thought a kiss could feel so loving before—but it really seemed as if Suna Rintarō had a knack for proving you wrong, over and over again.

It was the day that the Olympic team was announced when you see so much more of Suna Rintarō. Quick like the blink of an eye, or lightning that leaves the thunder chasing it; Suna felt the exhaustion, the pressure, the burnt-out feeling that's been repressed in the back of his head. It comes to him, crashing down like boulders not just on his shoulders but weighing down every part of his body.

Did he lack somewhere? He wonders. Where did that lacking end and start? What could have he done? Was it training, where he spent most of his time now? Suna had end up seeing you less and less since the drafting of olympic players started and you've been nothing but patient.

What was he supposed to tell you? After all the time it has stolen away from you—that he didn't make it?

When he opened the door to your shared apartment, he doesn't look up at you with a relieved sigh as he usually would—he avoids you gaze entirely, he avoids your observing eyes from the couch you sat on, watching him slowly shrug his shoes off.

"I'm just gonn—" he started, about to make an excuse to avoid looking at you.

"Prepared your bath, Rin. C'mon," Suna hears you say but it doesn't sink in his head, watching you take his hand, leading him to the bathroom.

Suna remains silent as he looks down on the bath you prepared for him, warm and inviting.

"Meet me in the kitchen when you're done, okay?" He hears you say, followed by the echo of your footsteps walking away.

You easily understand that Suna Rintarō was more than his talents, his efforts, and every little thing about him when you feel his large arms wrapped around you, his broad chest pressed against your back and his face buried on the crook of your neck. His fresh scent right out of the shower engulfing you and invading your senses, flooding you with him.

"'m sorry, bunny," he mumbles.

"You have nothing to be sorry about, Ri—"

"It's odd, thought I'd pull it off, thought it'd be nothin' if I didn't make it. Don't know why I'm so upset right now," he continues, cutting you off, "Been so patient for me too, bunny. Thought I'd be nice to make you proud, ya know?"

Your sigh comes out sharp from the heavy feeling from your chest, not knowing what to do to make him feel better—like he did with you, always knowing his way around your low moments.

You wriggle out of his arms, making him grumble until you fully face him. He looks back at you with a small frown, eyebrows furrowed, watching your expression.

"I'm always proud of you, Rin. Olympic player or not, you make me so proud," you speak softly, your hands cupping each side of his face.

"Don't even get why it matters to me this much, it's just—" it was your turn to cut him off, tipping your toes to press a lingering kiss against his lips. Suna smiles against your lips, carrying you to sit on the kitchen counter like he always did—knowing you always would have to tip on your toes to reach him.

Soon, the lingering kiss turns slow and passionate—lips softly grazing the other, and it feels more like pouring the heavy weight of love out of your chest and into the other. A kiss so loving, so reassuring, so passionate—the kind that easily takes your breath away and makes your mind go blank. When Suna pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours, breathing heavily. You smile at him because it's all you can do when your heart feels like it's going to leap out of your throat just to offer itself to him entirely—and Suna smiles back at you, pecking your lips before wrapping his arms around you again, resting his chin on your shoulder.

You run your fingers through his hair, hoping it would help soothe him, and then you say, "I promise that you'll make it next year, Rin. I'll be with you now, and I'll still be with you then."

It only makes him hold you tighter, closer to him, "I love you, Y/N."

"I love you, Rintarō. You deserve the world and all the stars in the galaxy."

"'s too bad there's nothin' more I need than you, then."

That's what Suna tells you—Suna, who was smoke in his lungs, dumb videos of the twins to blackmail them with, little mistakes, bored eyes, and lazy attitude. The same Suna who was slow kisses, passion, and genuine smiles reserved for you—the same Suna who gave his passions his all, the same Suna who held you securely in his arms every night, the same Suna his little sister admired. Most of all, the same Suna Rintarō you loved with every beat of your heart, every fibre of your being.

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The M in MSBY actually stands for motivation

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MSBY Black Jackals fan meet n greet-

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Hi!! I just came across your blog (i read your daichi short omg it was so cute) and i love your ‘star prompts’ idea!!! I think its so cute!! I was wondering if i could request one with Daichi and a fem!reader! Sfw or nsfw i am not bothered but pls no angst💛✌️

Hi! Thanks so much for requesting! Yes, you absolutely can! I hope you enjoy!

✭Daichi✭ ﾟ*☆*ﾟ "Stop coming back!" ﾟ*☆*ﾟ Fem! reader

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When you first awake you're not fully sure where you are. The bed feels different, and while you're pretty sure you're wearing your usual pajamas, for some reason you feel incredibly warm.

It's only when you blink away the sudden sting of morning sun and come face to face with a sleeping Daichi that you remember his house is empty for the weekend and you, being the generous girlfriend you are, insisted on keeping him company.

It's another few minutes of warmth before you get up to use the bathroom and check on the state of your bed head. And another few minutes after that when you're interrupted, and slightly startled, by a long, loud groan. When you peek your head back into Daichi's bedroom he looks up and stares at you with squinty eyes.

"G' morning!" He doesn't respond, just holds one big arm outstretched as if he could reach you from across the room. You smile, crossing your arms and leaning against the door frame, and raise your brows in question. Daichi huffs, rolling his eyes, and wiggles his fingers.

"Oh! Ohhh, you wanted me to come over there?" His eyes narrow even further, "Well why didn't you just say so!"

He's glaring at you now, and you know you're playing with fire, but you just can't help yourself.

It's so much fun working Daichi up.

He snaps his fingers once, purposefully, and you recognize the warning; don't push it.

Poorly stifling a laugh, you walk close enough for him to grab hold of your waist.

You yelp, embarrassingly shrill, when he pulls you up and over himself, shifting from his back so he can lay on his stomach between your legs.

You look up at him and he lazily grins in a way that makes your lungs go fuzzy and sends electric shocks through your belly. Shaking your head and leaning up to kiss him makes him hum. With how he's pressed against you it almost sounds like purring. When you comment on it though he just pinches your side lightly.

The spell is somewhat shattered when he glances and the clock and deflates, starting to mutter and moan about how they scheduled an extra weekend practice in 30 minutes. You sigh dramatically at him and run your fingers through his hair, cutting off his string of curses to whine about how he's leaving you all alone. You're swiftly snubbed however when he drops his head onto your chest and pinches your side once more.

"Stop pinching me!" You yelp, laughing.

"Stop being a little brat," is the reply, muffled from where he has buried his head into your breasts.

You giggle and push at his shoulders, but he just nuzzles further into your cleavage.

"Okay first of all, that tickles!" He does it again and you gasp and playfully smack his back, "Second of all! You have to go! Practice is gonna start soon and you've already wasted five minutes groping me."

You poke meaningfully at where he decided to rest his hands on the sides of your boobs, squishing them together with his face still in between. He sighs heavily and laughs when you gasp and squirm at the tingling feeling of hot air puffed against sensitive skin.

It's another ten minutes before you can get him out of bed and away from your chest.

Finally pushing him out the door, you stand on the front steps of his house, excited to snoop around his room for the few hours he'll be away. Which you think he's expecting, judging from the side eye he was giving you as you watched him get dressed.

He's a couple inches below you and you take the opportunity to kiss him sweetly before he leaves. He smiles back and turns to go.

He gets halfway down the walkway before abruptly turning around. You'd already been crossing the threshold back into the house, but are yanked back and smothered with another kiss, then two more after that. You blink up at Daichi, startled, and he smiles back innocently.

This time as he goes, you watch him.

You watch him as he gets a little further away then he did earlier, before turning back around, again.

He marches back up to where you're standing and kisses you heatedly, again.

This time you push him off before you lose your senses and he puts his hands up in a 'sorry' gesture.

This time he gets all the way to the street, about to turn onto the sidewalk. You're ready to deem it safe to return to his bed.

And then he stops.

He whirls back around with a stupid smile on his face and you finally lose it.

"Stop coming back!" You wave your arms as you shout at him, "What is wrong with you?! Go, you dork!"

Daichi throws his head back cackling as he jogs over and pecks your lips once before darting away, finally leaving for the practice he scheduled that he himself was now late for. A fact you were sure Suga would berate him for when he got there.

You shook your head as you crawled back into his bed, settling into the warm impression he left in the mattress, relaxing as his scent enveloped you. It was peaceful.

Then your phone rang, Daichi demanding you keep him company on the ‘lonely’ walk to the school.

Which you did.

While also texting Noya and Tanaka so they could make fun of him when he showed up late, giddy, and still on the phone with you.

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