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romiantic · 8 months

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DRIVE ME CRAZY !

how your faves act after an argument

→ GENRE + WARNINGS: fluff/crack + joking of death

→ A/N: literally had sooooooooo much fun writing this cause I genuinely can see these characters like each category 😭. especially the jjk mfs

dramatic ass mfs — they are literally screaming and crying, BEGGING for you to forgive them. they didn’t mean to yell at you bae, please take them back. no but for real, please take them back, even their friends are hoping every single day that y’all make up and won’t have to hear anymore crying. they’re constantly replaying y’all arguments in their head and wishing they didn’t say what they said or did what they did. they love you so much and hate seeing you get mad at them, even over the smallest thing. you’re their heart’s lifeline and will feel like they’re goners without you by their side. they’re the embodiment of shitting, crying, sliding down the wall in slow motion, throwing up, when y/n is mad at them. please shut them up and forgive them

GOJO, deku, kaminari, atsumu, OIKAWA, yuji, kise, jean, 1610!miles, luffy, SANJI, bachira, connie, sasha, nobara, bokuto, reo, kagami

alright mr/ms. idgaf ! — these “nonchalant” ass mfs act like they don’t give a damn that y’all fought, it’s whatever. no it’s not. these mfs are literally hurting in the chest, they just know how to cover it up well that’s all it is. well, at first they will play it off as if they genuinely don’t care and continue on with their day, playing a game of “who falls first” and believing they’ll win. but as the day goes on, they feel a growing pit of pain and regret. they feel like something is missing and start to spiral when they realize they miss you too much. they can’t keep living like this and call you quickly but cover the much earlier mood by acting nonchalant. they’re pretending that they ain’t care that much, don’t believe them babes !

BAKUGO, ymir, yelena, TOJI, megumi, nanami, choso, 42!miles, geto, zoro, AOMINE, murasakibara, midorima, kuroo, osamu, rin, SAE, barou, eren, levi, maki, dabi, hawks, porco, suna, chigiri, oliver

auntie music is playing — I genuinely don’t know which is worse, them or the dramatic mfs. they start out as dramatic, begging for forgiveness but seeing that you won’t, they continue their day with dreary and sadness. they think of how they shouldn’t have done what they did and concoct a plan to figure out how to win you back, through music. I mean, a way through a person’s heart is through music, prove me wrong? exactly. they’ve stalked your music profile and gathered what you listen to on a regular day, creating a playlist off it. they think of an idea that is brilliant, so brilliant that they’re standing outside your window at two a.m. with a boombox (yes they still make those) in their hand, and “be without you” by mary j blige is playing. they’re screaming screeching the lyrics at the top of their lungs until you text them to stop and come inside. the music stops and they walk inside with quickness and ridiculously stupid smile on their face <3

CONNIE, isagi (bachira’s idea), shidou, todo, GOJO, yuji, bokuto, hinata (haikyuu), nagi, HOBIE, tanaka

i apologize a trillion times — they are in the same category as dramatic but more subtle??? I mean they’re not snot-nosed crying on instagram or posting pictures of you two with some corny music playing in the background with the captions “guys tell y/n to take me back” “I miss my bae” “I’d rather d*e than let y/n leave me”. but depending on the person, they would find any way, shape, or form to apologize. I mean anyway, through a message from an airplane, sending you ten text messages, yes ten, of long paragraphs saying that they’re sorry and they love you so much. they’ll even apologize to you through email, with the subject saying “BABY I MISS YOU”. in conclusion, they’re just “dramatic ass mfs” in a different font

kirishima, aizawa, ARMIN, choso, REINER, mikasa, onyankonpon, kunigami, akashi (knb), kuroo, iwaizumi, akashi (haikyuu), kuroko, YUTA, inumaki, miguel, gwen, shoto, usopp, ace, aran, eren, OLIVER

⭑ literally felt like gojo, connie, and eren could fit all 4 categories ngl 💀

⭑ okay but the amount of fun I had making this-

𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐏 💗: Psalm 139:14

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laika6007 · 25 days

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Rest

tw: multiple characters x reader, reader pov, exhausted, (if you guys find more please tell).

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Exhaustion filled my body from head to toe. My eyelids felt heavy 'Maybe I'll just close my eyes for a few moments, that wouldn't mind, I can get back to studying after some minutes.' My head bobbed waking me up. Placing the scattered pens and highlighters, assignments which i worked my butt off, aside. I tried shifting my posture to lay down on the desk and rest when I felt fingertips massage my scalp.

"you know you can sleep on my shoulder right?"

I looked up from the desk to give him a side glance. He had his eyes glued on the laptop screen.

"don't want to disturb" I replied shortly in a muffled voice while laying my head back on the desk.

The voice of my chair screeching against the floor filled my ears. Hands slid between my forehead and the cold metal of the desk and placed my head towards his shoulders. I readjusted to the new position.

"wake me up after 15 minutes." I said while nuzzling my head further onto his shoulders. And dozed off.

"I'll wake you up when I know you've rested well".

"rest well". I felt a chaste kiss on my forehead.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Haikyuu: Shinsuke Kita, Keiji Akaashi, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Daichi Sawamura, Asahi Azumane, Hajime Iwaizumi, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Chikara Ennoshita, Suna Rintarou.

JJK: Kento Nanami, Suguru Geto, Toge Inumaki, Yuta Okkotsu, Megumi Fushiguro, Noritoshi Kamo, Mechamaru.

Tokyo Rev: Takashi Mitsuya, Chifuyu Matsuno, Seishu Inui, Hajime Kokonoi, Hanemiya Kazutora, Izana Kurokawa, Atsushi Sendo, Angry, Haitani Rindou, Kakucho, Shinichiro Sano.

(and any of your favourite characters)

a/n : please ignore the grammatical errors :)

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mackenziebrooks · 1 year

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Haikyuu Imagine Idea. This idea is for Nishinoya.

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-You would go and see the Karasuno guys practice. You walk in and just hear the sounds of volleyballs being hit, screeching of their sneakers against the hardwood court. The sounds of all of their voices calling out to each other. Ukai is the main one you hear.

-you stand near the wall and make your way around so you don’t get in the way and so you don’t get hit. Everyone would be absolutely hate themselves if they saw you get hurt. Epically Nishinoya.

- You make it over to Daichi, then you look around. You don’t see your crazy, loud, and short boyfriend anywhere. He is suppose to be here. He told you he was going to be here. So you were definitely confused. “Hey, Daichi where is Noya? He said he was going to be here”. Daichi looks around and raises a brow. “I’m not sure where he is, he’s usually here on time. Maybe he’s changing at the moment”. He adds.

-You just stand there and talk to Daichi, few seconds go by and all you hear is. “y/n! Look out”. Hinata screams and then Daichi and you turn to look. A volleyball coming right at you, aiming at your chest, Daichi isn’t close enough to pull you out of the way, and you definitely can’t dodge it. Even if you knew how the play, these boys were stronger.

-All of a sudden, all you hear is the same sneaker screeching sound and a body flashes in front of you. You look to see your boyfriend, Nishinoya is in front of you saving the ball and saving you.

-He takes the ball and lets it hit his arm and it aims back towards Kageyama. Nishinoya smiles and said “Nice shot Hinata! Next time don’t aim at my girlfriend”, with a chuckle. Hinata apologizes and goes back to spiking the ball.

-Nishinoya, turns to face you and gives you a smile. “Sorry I’m late princess, I forgot my jacket”. He said. All you do is smile and ruffle his hair. “Thanks for taking the ball for me but I could have handled it”. You say.

-He just chuckled and looks back at his team. He knows you could have made the come back shot to give it back but he was faster. This was his team, his position, his job. “No babe, it’s my job as the Libero to make the saves for the team to keep the game alive. It’s also my job to make sure you’re safe” he says.

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ticklish-n-stuff · 6 months

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Hey! For the tickletober prompts, how about lee!kenma, ler!kuroo and day 27? Kuroo finds that Kenma can't stand when he tickles him with his mouth (nibbles, kisses, raspberries, etc). Hope you are doing great! 🥰

Tickletober day #27: Hysterical

I think I had a bit too much goofy fun with this one. I haven't watched Haikyuu in 50 years so sorry if characterization is off.

Funnily enough, this req. reminded me of my undying love for Yaku. He was my fave Nekoma player cause shortie hehe/j

Btw this is meant to be timeskip

Hope you enjoy! :D

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Kenma x Kuroo (romantic)

Lee: Kenma

Ler: Kuroo

Warnings: Tickles!

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After a long day of work, what better way to unwind than by having your boyfriend snuggle on your lap while they play videogames? Kuroo could think of a few things. To be honest, he wanted Kenma’s attention, but when blondie was in gamer mode, no god on this earth could stray him from his path. Well… thinking back, there was always a way to get stubborn Kenma away from his game.

The signature cheshire smirk graced Kuroo’s lip as he tightened his hold around Kenma’s waist. He then took a deep breath and…

“GAH! PFFT! KUROO NOHOHO!” his gaming device went flying off his hands as Kenma’s whole body jolted aggresively.

“Aww, still ticklish KenKen?~”

“Don’t call me that- EEP! WAHAIT! STYAHAHAHAP!” the half blonde threw his head back, which frankly inly made it easier for Kuroo to keep nibbling at the sensitive skin of his neck.

It was no secret how ticklish Kenma was, it was a prominent trait all throughout childhood. But Kuroo is the only one to know just how much mouth tickles affect him in particular.

“Oh? Then how about here then?~” the rooster head’s teeth grazed along Kenma’s earlobe, earning a dramatic gasp.

“T-THAT’S STILL SO BAHAHAD- AH KUROO‼” Kenma screeched in ticklish glee as he was suddenly pinned on his back, with a smug Kuroo staring down at him with a thirst for more.

“H-hold up! Can’t wehe talk about this?!” the shorter male spewed out through nervous giggles. Even without being touched, he was already a flustered mess.

“Less talking, more laughing~” Kuroo leaned down, his hands latching onto his boyfriend’s sides while he kissed and nibbled that sweet spot below Kenma’s ear, close to his neck. With wiggling fingers and kisses attacking him, Kenma could only do one thing.

“BAHAHA! K-KUROO! YOU AHAHASS! S-STAHAHAP! I CAHAHAN’T!” Kenma’s face was as red as his old volleyball uniform. His brain slowly turning to mush as the overwhelming ticklish sensation drowned him in giddy pleasure.

“But honeyyy, you’re so cute and ticklish~”

At Kuroo’s tease, Kenma let out a high-pitched squeal through his already hysterical laughter. It wasn’t long until his body started to grow tired and stopped trying to squirm away. His laughter dying down to soft hiccups.

“Ahaha- *hic* Kuroo, please..!”

At the cute, breathless whine from his boyfriend, Kuroo finally relented. Opting to lay beside him and hold him close to his chest.

“Better, princess?~”

“Shut up…” Kenma’s voice grew muffled as he burried his face against the taller one’s chest, but Kuroo certainly caught the smile left on his face. Yes, nights were meant to be spent like this.

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#augtickletober2023 #tickletober2023 #haikyuu #haikyuu tickle #haikyuu tickle fic #kozume kenma #kuroo tetsurou #lee!kenma #ler!kuroo

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astra-ella · 2 months

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𝐙𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

fandom: haikyuu ship: nishinoya yuu x oc/reader status: complete ao3 link

"I think you're really pretty. Will you go out with me?" That was the first thing he's ever said to her. And needless to say, Amari Chiyo was not impressed. So as promised, Nishinoya Yuu will get to know her better and confess again. And again. And again. And again. It'll take 6 years and 9 confessions, but he'll get there. Eventually.

⌦ content: fluff, light angst, love at first sight, friends to lover, slice of life, haikyuu manga spoilers

⌦ note: you are free to insert yourself into Chiyo, just keep in mind she has her own character/backstory. i know some people don't like that, so just a heads-up.

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The seventh time he confessed was near the end of their second year — during their overnight school trip to Tokyo.

Nishinoya had already been to Tokyo once. Due to the Karasuno volleyball team somehow coming in first during the Spring Tournament preliminaries, securing their spot as representatives of the Miyagi prefecture. Alongside the rest of the school, Chiyo went to the final qualifiers match to cheer them on. She wanted to do the same when they headed off to Tokyo but had to stay back because of school. So the only thing she could do was watch the live broadcast at home, sending the occasional encouraging text message to Nishinoya right before a match.

They did surprisingly well, losing in the quarterfinals and ranking Top 8 in the country. Chiyo made sure to congratulate Nishinoya by making him a feast of his favorite foods once he got back to Miyagi. And as he sat at the table, telling stories upon stories of the rivals he faced at the large-scale national tournament, Chiyo could tell that Kaito was becoming more and more intrigued.

Maybe to some extent due to Nishinoya's influence, Kaito began to demonstrate great interest and talent in volleyball. He even joined a youth volleyball class at the local community center and became a star member after two years of playing. Perhaps one day, he would go on to play at a national tournament just like Nishinoya did.

Regardless, spring was right around the corner. The current third-years would be graduating in three weeks while Chiyo and Nishinoya would be moving into their final year of high school. So before their students can get too wrapped up in another wave of examination hell, the school sent them off on their final school trip — the last chance to truly let loose before exam prep starts.

“Hey, Amari-san!” A girl from her activity group called out, waving as she descended the staircase to the subway platforms. “What’d you get for lunch?”

It was the second day of the school trip, and they were on their way to visit the Tokyo Skytree when the teachers decided to stop in the metro station to let everyone take a quick lunch break.

“Just an onigiri from the convenient store,” she swung the little plastic bag in her hand. “I’m not that hungry.”

Her classmate peered into the plastic bag. “Really? I’m absolutely starving.”

“That’s because you skipped breakfast, Kikuchi-san,” Chiyo pointed out. She was about to say more when she heard a familiar voice call out.

“Oh, it’s Chiyo!”

She turned around to see Nishinoya standing at the top of the stairway, waving at her with one arm while carrying a large collection of snacks in the other. Chiyo smiled a little and waved back.

A train pulled into the station and the metal tracks let out an ear-piercing screech. Chiyo held a hand up to her hair, holding back the long red wisps that threatened to get caught up in the heated gush.

“Nishinoya-kun from Class 2-2, right?” Kikuchi said, just loud enough for Chiyo to hear over the ensemble of footsteps of white-collar workers making their way onto the platform and up the stairs. She eyed him from head to toe. “You know, I’ve been meaning to ask you, Amari-san. There’s a rumor going around that you two are dating. Is that true?”

“N-No!” Chiyo immediately shook her head. “We’re not! We are not dating!”

“Really?” Kikuchi hummed, eyes wandering back to Nishinoya. She watched as he did his best to weave his way against the flood of people heading upstairs.

“Then, can I have him?”

Chiyo’s eyes widened.

“Have him?” She repeated under her breath. “What do you…?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” Kikuchi met her gaze pointedly. “He’s good-looking, has a cute personality, and he’s part of a sports team which is totally up my alley. Unless… he secretly has a girlfriend?”

Chiyo looked down, her grip tightening on the convenience store bag. “N-Not that I know of…”

“Then that’s perfect!” Clasping her hands together, Kikuchi’s face brightened. “Hey, will you help me put in a good word with him? I wanna try getting some alone time during the school trip.”

Chiyo’s lips parted. Suddenly, all she could see were flashes of the rest of the trip. And whenever she looked in Nishinoya’s direction, Kikuchi was somewhere nearby. She sucked in a harsh breath.

“No,” the words came out harsher than she would’ve liked, but her tone was resolute.

“Hm?”

“You can’t have him.”

“Wha-?” Kikuchi looked confused. “But you’re not even his girlfriend. He’s not yours to give-”

“He’s not anyone’s to give,” Chiyo cut her off, her free hand clutching onto the hem of her jacket sleeve. “But even so… To me, Yuu is… special. Which is why I won’t give him to you!”

Her words were simple, but it felt as if it took all her energy to speak them.

After what felt like forever, Kikuchi finally broke the silence with a hum. “So you do like him,” she mused and by the time Chiyo looked up she was met with a smug grin.

“I figured.”

Chiyo’s face flushed a bright red. “T-That’s not what I was trying to say!”

“You know, Amari-san, you shouldn’t patronize your romantic rival like this.”

“But-!”

Kikuchi held up a hand. “A maiden with a broken heart doesn’t need your pity,” she said with a wink.

“Hey!” By that point, Nishinoya had finally made it past the crowd and stepped onto the platform. “You wouldn’t believe what I found,” as he approached, he shifted his backpack around and began rummaging through it. “There’s this little store just a few blocks outside the station, and they were selling Calpico! I know you love this stuff so I bought two. A regular one and a peach one-” As he plucked one of the two bottles out, his brown eyes darted between the two girls, finally picking up on the awkward tension that loomed between them.

“Did something happen?” He asked.

“Nah,” Kikuchi waved nonchalantly before gently patting Chiyo on the shoulder. “Nice to meet you, by the way. My name is Kikuchi Sora. I’m part of Amari-san’s activity group.”

“Nishinoya Yuu, Class 2-2,” Nishinoya returned her greeting with a cheerful one of his own as he secured his backpack over his shoulders once more. “Thanks for taking care of Chiyo.”

“Why are you the one saying that?” The redhead raised an eyebrow and Nishinoya gave her a thumbs-up.

“Because I can!”

A loud chime echoed underground, followed by a cool female voice telling passengers that the subway doors will soon close.

“Oh,” Nishinoya glanced up at the fluorescent lights. “Let’s get on. Don’t wanna be late,” he said as he readjusted his backpack and stepped into the subway cart.

“Wait, Yuu,” Chiyo reached out after him, subconsciously taking a few steps forward. “We’re supposed to meet the teachers on the platforms, not at-”

“Doors will now be closing.”

“Amari-san!”

“Huh?” Chiyo’s eyes widened at Kikuchi’s voice. She spun around just in time to see the subway doors shut behind her. She could see her classmate staring through the glass with panicked eyes. Quickly, she pulled out her phone and mouthed ‘text me’ as the vehicle began to move.

“I can’t believe you,” Chiyo grumbled as she and Nishinoya stood by a telephone pole on the bustling streets of Tokyo. “Were you even listening to the teachers before they let us out? We were supposed to meet on the platform! Not the skytree!”

“Honestly, no,” Nishinoya admitted bluntly as he took another sip of his energy drink. “I was so hungry I could barely think about anything besides food.”

“You-!” Chiyo tried to find the words to scold him but ultimately settled for a sigh of resignation. There was no use scolding someone for a genuine mistake or someone who’s already apologized a million times. “We’re just told to meet them at the Skytree for real this time,” she scrolled through Kikuchi’s messages with an awkward laugh. “Apparently, we’re in a lot of trouble.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” Nishinoya hummed. “I’ll just tell them that you only came after me 'cause I was being stupid.”

“Won’t your punishment be worse if you do that?” Chiyo pointed out and he shrugged.

“It’s the truth anyways and we have Kikuchi to back you up,” he then glanced back with a reassuring smile. “Besides, you’ve never been to Tokyo before, right? I want you to enjoy your time while you’re here.”

“But-”

“I was literally just here,” Nishinoya cut her off with a cheeky grin. “And I’ll be back this fall and the spring after that,” he paused for a second to examine Chiyo’s troubled expression. “My point is, I’ll have plenty of time to explore this city. But you only have this trip until you’re swamped with exam prep. So let me try and take the blame for this, yeah?”

Chiyo’s brows furrowed, she was about to open her mouth to protest but held her tongue. “Alright, alright,” she relented, figuring that even if she were to resist, Nishinoya would still somehow find a way to direct the teachers’ indisputably harsh punishment towards himself. “Let’s try to find a way to get to Tokyo Skytree first.”

“Yeah,” remembering their current predicament, Nishinoya rubbed the back of his neck and looked around. “Uhh, I honestly have no idea where we are right now.”

“Really? I thought you were the expert on Tokyo, considering you’ve been here once already,” Chiyo teased with a small smile tugging at her lips.

“I’ve never been in this area before, that’s all,” he retorted with a laugh. He briefly skimmed the crowd. “Want me to ask around?”

Chiyo nodded. “You do that. I’ll try to look up some directions.”

“Alright, go team!” He gave a small cheer before hurrying off, quickly finding someone to ask for directions.

“Hey, excuse me! Do you know how we can get to the Tokyo Skytree?”

Chiyo narrowed her eyes at the options her phone presented. She was about to pick the route with the fastest travel time when a familiar voice stopped her short.

“Take the Ginza line towards Asakusa and get off at Ueno station. It’s a five minute walk from there.”

“I see. Thanks!”

Chiyo looked up, easily spotting Nishinoya’s bleached tuft of hair in the crowd. And sure enough, before him stood a very familiar woman.

Chiyo felt her entire world stutter to a halt. She couldn’t move, nor could she think. All she could do was stare blankly as the woman pointed to various spots on Nishinoya’s phone.

Sure enough, the woman soon noticed her gaze and glanced up. Her bright blue eyes widened with recognition.

“...Chiyo?”

The world began to move again and Chiyo suddenly became acutely aware of the sea of people that crossed the little distance that separated them. She soon found her voice again and the words came out in a choked squeak.

“Mom…”

“Here’s your Sprite,” a waitress set down a tall glass on the table before him.

Nishinoya didn’t know what to do. One minute he was asking some random stranger on the street for directions, and the next he was sitting in a cafe with said stranger and Chiyo, neither of whom said a single word since they’ve sat down.

He had no clue the woman who sat before them was Harada Yuuka, the mother of the Amari siblings. But upon closer inspection, the similarities became more apparent. She had the same brown hair as her children, and her brilliant blue eyes hidden behind her metal-rimmed glasses shone with intelligence. In terms of the way they carried themselves and their overall presence, Chiyo probably resembled her the most.

“You dyed your hair red,” her voice was even, perhaps a bit robotic.

“Yes,” Chiyo replied quietly as she poured some milk into her tea. “I did it last year.”

“You should get rid of it. Universities and businesses won’t accept a delinquent with colorful hair.”

Chiyo didn’t say anything. Instead, she picked up the small, provided spoon and began to stir.

“How have you been?” Yuuka glanced at her. “Everything alright?”

Chiyo nodded as she set the spoon down and took a sip. “Yeah.”

“And your siblings? How are they doing?”

Chiyo nodded again.

“That’s good then,” Yuuka took a sip of her coffee. “As long as you’re all doing well, that’s good.”

Nishinoya shuffled in his seat. He took a sip of his drink, trying to find something to do amongst the awkward tension.

“Chiyo,” Yuuka set her cup back down onto her saucer, effectively shattering the momentary silence with the light clink of porcelain meeting porcelain. “I’ve been meaning to contact you soon, but this is perfect timing,” she set her hands down on her black pencil skirt and looked her daughter dead in the eyes. “I’ll be leaving for Iceland soon. I want you to come with me.”

Nishinoya’s eyes widened.

“Huh?”

“I’ve built some pretty strong connections there through my company. A position opened up at the main branch and I accepted it,” her eyes were clear. “Iceland is ranked second in the world in terms of education. With your exceptional academic performance, I can secure you a better future than you’ll ever get rotting away here.”

“You ran back to your father once, but I trust you see now how that was a mistake. Taking the easy path and staying in Miyagi will do nothing to help your future-”

“Hold on now-!”

Nishinoya was about to interject but Chiyo held him back with an arm over his chest.

“I still don’t think you understand,” her voice was almost as sharp as her mother’s. “I didn’t go back to dad because I was scared of going to school in Tokyo.”

Yuuka remained silent, as if asking her daughter to elaborate.

“Mom, why didn’t you ever come back to visit Hotaru and Kaito?”

Yuuka blinked a few times. Her eyes then trailed out to the large cafe window, watching as a group of rowdy schoolchildren ran past.

“I figured if I came back to visit, I’d just disrupt their adjustment to living with a single parent.”

“Then why didn’t you at least take Hotaru or Kaito?” Chiyo’s voice cracked. “I would’ve been fine. Why out of the three of us, you chose to take me?”

“When your father and I separated, I realized I couldn’t advance my career while taking care of three children. I took you with me because I didn’t want to uproot Hotaru and Kaito’s lives while they were still so young. And besides,” Yuuka turned her attention back to her daughter. “I saw the most potential in you .”

Nishinoya felt a chill run down his spine. He briefly glanced at Chiyo, whose eyes only widened.

“Hotaru is too naive and Kaito is too blunt. Neither of them would survive well in a business setting,” she interlaced her fingers. “I wanted to be sure I was making an investment that would pay off. Besides, I figured you would use your success to support your siblings anyways. So I didn’t need to worry.”

Nishinoya took it back. Chiyo was nothing like her mother after all. Throughout the years he’s gotten to know Chiyo, no matter how much she’d scold either him or her siblings there was always an underlying sense of love that accompanied her harsh words. But when Yuuka spoke, there was no tone in her voice. There was no scolding, no love. Only a cold calculating chill. It was as if she were staring at pieces on a chessboard rather than her own flesh and blood.

He figured Chiyo must’ve come to the same conclusion because he saw her lips quiver as they pressed together. Under the table, he instinctively reached out, placing a hand over her trembling one. To his surprise, she immediately latched on like he was her lifeline.

“So take your future into account and-”

“No,” Chiyo said after taking a deep breath and Yuuka’s expression soured. “I’m not going with you, mom.”

The shock was only momentary however, as a tinge of annoyance soon reflected within Yuuka’s deep blue eyes.

“Be rational, Chiyo,” she tilted her head a little. “This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. An exceptional secondary education will get you into a good university. And graduating from a good university will secure you a good job that pays lots of money.”

Those words rang familiar in Nishinoya’s ears. Those were almost the exact same words Chiyo repeated to him every single time the topic of the future came up. Sometimes she said it with so little enthusiasm that Nishinoya even wondered if she truly meant what she said.

As if to confirm his longtime suspicions, Chiyo gently shook her head.

“But… What if that’s not a life I want to live?” Her voice was barely a whisper.

Yuuka’s brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“What if that kind of life scares me, mom?” Chiyo replied, a little louder this time. “What if I don’t want to be trapped in an office for eight hours a day, working a job I don’t even care about?”

“What do you want to do then?”

“I-I don’t know,” Chiyo shrank a little under her mother’s sharp gaze. “Maybe I’ll travel or do something creative,” for the first time while talking about the future, Nishinoya saw a small smile playing on her lips. “Maybe I’ll open a small restaurant or bakery-”

“You do realize none of those options will make you happy, right?” Yuuka cut her off. “I’ve told you this before. Money makes the world go round. In order to be happy, you need to be successful and make money.”

“Who says?” At that point, Nishinoya had enough. He felt a light squeeze on his hand and soon he found the words tumbling out of his mouth without a second thought. “Who says you need to make money to be happy? My gramps and I aren’t loaded, but I’d say we’re doing pretty well.”

“Doing well is very different from succeeding ,” though she looked a little annoyed at his interruption, Yuuka turned towards him with a pointed look. “Doing well is being able to put food on the table, meeting the bare minimum of a person’s needs. Happiness and success is to be able to live in the lap of luxury. Do you and your grandfather have the luxury to eat out at expensive restaurants? Can you buy name-brand clothes or bags? Can you buy whatever you want, whenever you want?”

“But that’s just your idea of happiness, isn’t it?” Nishinoya retorted. He could see Chiyo watching him from the side, but he didn’t want to break eye contact with the older woman. Now that he was looking straight into them, they came off as a little empty. In comparison to Chiyo’s which were filled with warmth.

“Each person has their own idea of what happiness looks like. Even if you’re Chiyo’s mom, hers can be completely different from yours,” he said, absent-mindedly tracing his thumb over Chiyo’s knuckles as if to soothe her. “I don’t think it’s right for you to force your ideals onto your daughter like they’re facts.”

Yuuka opened her mouth to say something, but Chiyo beat her to it.

“Mom,” she took a moment to study her mother’s neutral expression. “Our family… what we want in our lives isn’t success… or a perfectly planned out future,” her voice choked a little and Nishinoya held onto her hand even tighter as if to encourage her. “What we really needed… was a normal mother who would love and accept us for who we are.”

Yuuka’s eyes widened. They wandered to the side, as if she were in deep thought.

“I do love you though. All three of you,” she said in an even tone. “If I didn’t, I wouldn’t care if you three were sweeping the bathroom or the streets.”

Nishinoya frowned, he glanced over at Chiyo who took a long stare at her mother before pressing her lips together.

“Let’s talk about this when I’m older,” she sounded defeated. “Thank you for the drinks, mom.”

Nishinoya watched the back of Chiyo’s head as she focused on her phone, trying to follow the directions they received from her mother towards the Tokyo Skytree. They had since parted ways with her, apparently she had a meeting to attend soon.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, not sparing him a glance.

Nishinoya didn’t sense a lie in her voice, nor did he hear it quivering. But for some reason, he was met with an intense desire to see her face. So he grabbed her wrist to stop her in her tracks. Chiyo spun around, her face reflecting a sense of exhaustion that squeezed at his heart.

“Are you okay?” He asked again.

“I’m fine, really,” Chiyo said. “That’s just how she operates.”

“For the record,” Nishinoya took a step forward and looked straight in her eyes. “I think your plans for the future are great.”

“Thanks,” she gave a half-hearted laugh.

“No, I’m serious,” his grip tightened on her wrist, as if to convey his sincerity. “You should do what you wanna do. Not what your parents or siblings, or whatever anyone else wants. Not even me.”

Chiyo’s eyes widened.

“Be it a restaurant or bakery, or hell, even a lemonade stand on the side of the street. Whatever makes you happy,” he gave her a warmest smile he could muster on that chilly, early spring afternoon. “And you know what? If you ever get lost and don’t know what to do, I’ll be there to support you.”

He leaned down and planted a soft kiss on her knuckles. “Because that’s the least I can do for the kind and capable girl I fell in love with.”

Chiyo’s cheeks were dusted bright pink as he made that final statement. She averted her eyes downwards, but the corners of her lips soon curled upwards. “Thanks, Yuu,” she murmured before meeting his gaze with a weary smile. “That means a lot to me.”

Nishinoya hummed. She didn’t look happier, per se. But it seemed like some of the worries she’s been carrying for years had finally been relieved from her shoulders.

“Now let’s go,” releasing his grip on her arm, he nudged his head as if telling her to keep up. “We’re already late.”

Chuckling a little, Chiyo nodded.

“Okay.”

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apsephion · 11 months

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Feelin' angsty asf do eat up y'all

Genre(s) : angst

Fandom(s) : Haikyuu

Character(s): Kuroo x bullied!reader

Synopsis: Kuroo tries to comforts reader but reader takes their frustrations out on Kuroo not helping them.

Warning(s) : Bullying, implied depression, jealousy, arguments and breaking up

You cried, a whole day of name calling, rumors and much, much more. And Kuroo just stood there not doing anything to help. Don't get yourself wrong, he was the only thing good in your school life at the time. But he could have helped in some way, all he'd do was hold you as you cried into his shoulder. This time you felt different though... you cried out of resentment not toward your bullies but instead towards him, he had the perfect life, perfect friend, perfect looks. It wasn't fair, you've been through so much and yet he got the good things. You always wonder if you've used all your good luck in the last life but still it wasn't fair in anyway. "I'm so sorry you go through this I... I wish I could have helped you." He whispered as he held you. That was the last goddamn straw, for so long you've suffered and he didn't do shit! Did he even actually love you, truly? "Then why didn't you." You mumble softly "hmm?" Kuroo questioned. "Then why didn't you help me goddamn it I've always been there for you, I've tried to be the best girlfriend possible. Nobody even knows you're dating, admit it your ashamed." You wailed, "what? No I'm not ashamed why would I be, i love you truly." That just made you angrier, "Bullshit! I'm a mere ant in you're eyes! You don't love me, and you never have!" You screeched, "I-" he tried to speak but you interrupted him. " You love someone else I swear, whoever she is go be with it's fine, I lOvE yOu! No you fucking don't. But it's fine, fuck you Kuroo, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you." You bawled, he was speechless, he wanted to comfort you, he tried to hug you. You just pushed him away like you'd done to everyone.

"Don't you dare pity me! Not now, not ever again.

"That's it we're breaking up." You bolted, he couldn't have just let you run off not like that. But you deserved better , he just stood there. Wishing he'd helped when you needed. Now it was to late. You were gone and you were never coming back not after he'd been such a coward instead of being the night in shining armour he'd promised he would be

He failed you and would never forgive himself. Not for letting someone as amazing as you slip from his fingers.

If anyone knows who made the dividers plz, plz plz, lemme know😭

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squipedmew · 1 year

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“What was that?!” Tsukki exclaims, throwing his hands up in exasperation.

“I can’t help it man! I got a weird energy from her and I didn’t know what to do!” Tadashi retorts, jutting out his chin, before adding more softly; “Pretty girls make me nervous.”

Tsukki wrinkles up his nose at that remark, picking up a ball and serving it over the net. “I’m guessing from that reaction, that means she’s like us.” He hits the ball with a little too much force, and it misses the line entirely, flying out of bounds and smacking the wall. “And she’s not that pretty.” He adds.

I return bearing gifts of tsukiyama and kiyoko shenanigans!

#haikyuu #hq #tsukkiyama #tsukkishima kei #tadashi yamaguchi #kiyoko shimizu #haikyuu!!#haikyu #someone help me i dont know how to spell it #sophi screeches

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chaoticevilorange · 2 years

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Haikyuu x reader

They watch a scary movie with you

His plan was initially to watch you curl against him, and yeah he will be there to protect you, but now he's actually terrified, watching this movie was a mistake, the scenes are not even scary it's the jump scares and all the murdering that got into him, you're holding him, he's holding you, neither of you seem strong enough to stop the movie

Oikawa, Kyotani, Asahi, Tanaka, Yamaguchi, Hinata, Yamamoto, Goshiki, Koganegawa, Atsumu

He's not even paying attention to the movie, he's more aware of your body pressed firmly against his, your arms tangled around his torso, your chest squeezed against his side, you're almost climbing to his lap, he's feeling a little guilty, almost, but he's enjoying himself, he knows he has a sadistic side

Matsukawa, Hanamaki, Sugawara, Tsukishima, Futakuchi, Satori, Semi, Suna, Osamu, Kuroo

He feels you trembling, he puts his arms around you protectively while soothing your hair, whispering sweet words to you "it's just a movie love, I'm here" you give a soft whimper "but is based on real---" you give a small squeaky sound when the woman of the movie screeches, he smiles softly "do you want to watch something else?" Of course you do, but you also want to know what happens in the end

Iwaizumi, Daichi, Ennoshita, Kenma, Kita, Aran, Aone, Akaashi, Yaku

Let's be real, he doesn't even know what the hell is going on, objects are floating, people is screaming, why the hell are they scared of a little girl playing in the backyard? Is that woman levitating as well? His mind drifts to somewhere else when he feels your hands clenching against the front of his shirt, he wraps his arms around your waist and rubs your back soothingly "I'm hungry, do you want a snack?"

Nishinoya, Kageyama, Lev, Bokuto, Ushijima, Sakusa

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emmyrosee · 2 years

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psst I had a thought I think you’d enjoy bc it is certainly bringing me lots of joy this morning-

okay so atsumu right? play fighting with him. pillows, tickles, lots of peppered kisses, the screeching- you’d probably get noise complaints from the neighbours (or some worried check ins to make sure you’re both alright), and when you’d both answer the door out of breath and giggly cause he was chasing you around the apartment, whoever knocked just rolls their eyes and leaves cause obviously no one is in trouble, it’s just young love again.

I bet if you guys were wrestling he’d be the type to go soft on you and let you win a couple rounds (which ofc you know, so you begin to rile him up for a real challenge)

But he’s strong, so he’d have no problem picking you up and throwing you on the bed when your taunts about him not being able to catch you in a chase/beat you in a “fight” finally get to him, and he’s grinning the whole way to your room cause he loves your laugh and he plans on getting his revenge tenfold.

I am incredibly fucking soft for this man I want him to let me think I’m winning and then totally wreck me after 🙂 (I could say the same abt a lot of haikyuu men tho)

Ily, I hope you’re having an amazing day!! 💓

anon <3

(P.s. I hope sending in long rants like this isn’t annoying or a nuisance- just let me know and I’ll knock it off!)

ANONNNNNNN IM GONNA COMBUST OH MY GOD-

Also do nOT knock it off, literally and all activity, be it adorable requests like this, or just to talk to lil ole me makes me so giggly and happy 🥹❤️

BUT THIS- THI- T H I S??? IS MY DREAM AND I LITERALLY WANT TO MARRY HIM LIKE, YESTERDAY.

Your neighbors hate you, because you two are up from the crack of dawn to the latest of dusks, just giggling and screaming with laughter at each other.

And genuinely, truly, Atsumu does not care. If anything, people coming and banging on your door and telling you to shut up only riles him up more. The amount of times you’ve tried to talk to your angry neighbors, only to laugh in their face as Atsumu tickles up your sides or nips at your ear is countless; all your neighbor can do is roll their eyes and ask you to please keep it down, but despite you swearing to, you know better than to make promises.

“Yeah,” he snorts, “keep it down.” Before you can even laugh, he makes a lunge at you to make you scream and dash away again, him hot on your tail and cheeks sore from the grin splitting his face.

He’s just such a snot rocket, I love him so much.

And dONT EVEN HE DOES Try every once in a while to put his pride aside and let you win when rough housing bc like. You’re cute and he loves you, so he’ll let you pin his hands next to his head and be all cocky with your victory, until he decides he has a problem with it.

“Ha,” you chant victoriously. “Suck it, nerd. I win.”

“Yeah yeah,” he snorts, lacing your fingers with his. “You win, baby, now let me up-“

“Big ol’ Atsumu, can’t even take down his better half anymore.”

“Okay, listen-“

“Just wait until the boys hear about how I’m able to pin you so easily.”

“Babe-“

“What would they say about the big, bad Atsumu if they could see him now-“

And it doesn’t take him much more than that to shove you on your back, gobble you up in his arms before you hit the ground too hard, and haul you up and into your bedroom, all before you can even say ‘wait.’

“You wanna talk shit?” He growls, hands immediately digging into your ribs and underarms. “Huh? You wanna talk big? Like you aren’t the most ticklish person I’ve ever met?”

“Shut up!” You scream, just kneeing him and writhing but god, he’s so big and he’s smiling so wide at the sight of you, the longer bits of his blonde hair falling all around and it’s almost hard for you to plead for him to stop.

So, instead, for a while, you keep riling him up- shoving and snorting and just laughing until you tap his wrist, letting him know that you’re really done and ready to behave again.

But even then, his hands never leave your body. They smooth out the phantom tickles from your warm skin, or cup your chin to guide you back into a kiss, or even pulling you into his side and gently rubbing your back when he decides that he wants to take a nap.

Because here’s the thing- Atsumu has to be touching you. It’s a thing for him, there’s almost always going to be a hand caressing your cheek, or holding yours, or tickling you, or pinching you, it doesn’t matter, Atsumu needs to be touching you in a way that conveys love and thrill. He’s not good with words, he never has been- but even his twin can attest he shows his best feelings through touch

He craves your challenge, loves the fight you give, addicted to the sound of your shriek filled laughter because it’s fun. Loving you is so fun, it’s what gets him up in the morning and lulls him to sleep at night. And he’s so happy he’s found someone to convey all of this to without having to surrender to words he’s not sure he can rely on.

Atsumu loves you so much it hurts him. He’d move mountains and cross seas, eat sand and fight the wilderness if it meant every day, he could come home and tackle to you to the couch and smother you in all the sappy affection he can.

And if putting you in a tickly full Nelson is his way of showing that, you certainly never complained before.

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