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#kageyama tobio one shot
twelvegods · 1 year
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brutal. kageyama tobio
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the sour collective; ❝where's my fucking teenage dream?❞
pairing/s; kageyama tobio x fem!reader
warning/s; none
word count; 815
summary; confess, they said. date the king, they said. he’d treat you better, they said. but no one told you it was going to be this brutal.
a/n; this one’s pretty short since i’m coming back from a very long hiatus and am v v rusty and didn’t really know where i should take this so i stuck as close to the premise as i could and found myself here. let me know ur thoughts!!
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“listen to this shit someone tagged me in; ‘isn’t it practically confirmed that [y/l/n] actually got to play for the red rabbits by slutting it up with kageyama?’” amanai kanoka read out loud some tweet on her phone.
the hikari pharmaceutical red rabbits were all gathered in the locker room at five in the morning to prepare for this morning’s training session and you’d just clocked in after a tiny squabble with your boyfriend over breakfast. amanai looked up at your scowling expression as you changed out of your attire and into the team uniform.
“can’t believe you’re still getting hate, hasn’t it been a few months already?” she took a few sips from her water bottle.
“if i knew this would happen, i wouldn’t have talked tobio into going public.” you sighed, clicking your locker closed.
hirugami shoko glanced over amanai’s shoulder to peer at the screen of her phone, frowning. “they clearly don’t know what they’re talking about, [y/n]. don’t listen to them.”
that was easier said than done.
you wanted to say you expected this, that you knew what you were signing up for when you and kageyama mutually agreed to go public after dating for some odd three years. prior to that, you pined after one another in high school, but ultimately thought it best to avoid a steady relationship, keeping in mind that you both wanted to put your careers first.
but you hadn’t anticipated the onslaught of hate and complete carnage when that stupid post took to the internet, not knowing your little instagram story had the biggest snowball effect.
it suddenly felt like you were placed under a microscope and that the public assumed the right to pick you, and your relationship, apart. at first, you couldn’t give two shits about what they were saying online, that it only mattered that you and kageyama were happy and not at the expense of anyone else's happiness. but as the months went by, all those comments were starting to get to you and doubts began to arise.
it didn’t help that kageyama didn’t seem to care, he had never even bothered to bring it up after that first month of announcing your relationship. you have never felt smaller in your life, thinking that he found your relationship insignificant.
“you have to say something!” you pushed, your arms tight around your torso. “you wanted to go public and they’re degrading me, tobio!”
he rubbed the bridge of his nose, putting down his chopsticks as he calmly assessed the dinner you pushed away. “it’ll die down in a few days, you know they always find something else to talk about eventually. don’t take it to heart, [y/n].”
“and you’re not even going to bother defending me?” you scoffed, pushing back your chair as you didn’t have it in you to finish the rest of your meal.
“why should i defend you towards people that don’t matter?” his cold blue eyes flicked up to meet yours as you retreated from the dining area.
you had to avert your eyes. “god, why don’t you get it, tobio?”
“stop being so sensitive, [y/n].”
and just like that, he picked up his chopsticks and resumed his dinner, the conversation over.
these days you couldn’t help but think that your love for one another was dwindling, because even the one you thought would be by your side was also picking apart each and everything you did with a touch of hostility. and so that night as you lay in bed with your back turned towards your lover, you gave in to temptation and opened twitter, beginning to scroll through your feed and mentions.
‘kageyama deserves better than some fame whore’
‘pretty sure [y/l/n]’s only after his money’
‘he doesn’t even look happy when they’re together? #freekageyama’
‘this is just another pr stunt! they’ll break up sooner or later after [y/l/n] leeches enough of his money’
apparently, not only was there a hashtag trending due to the public being completely against your relationship, but not even a single tweet was in your favor. before you knew it, tears had welled up in your eyes as insecurity gripped your heart.
you turned to face the love of your life, tracing whatever of his features you could see in the dim lighting of your shared bedroom.
“hey, tobio?” you whispered, not sure if you were really expecting, or wanted, a response. “do you hate me?”
the silence seemed to stretch on forever.
his eyes remained closed shut, an ethereal look on his face as he went on sleeping, not knowing you were falling apart right next to him. you choked on your tears, turning towards the ceiling and willing yourself to rest, allowing your breathing to calm down and labor out, before finally feeling yourself begin to drift away.
but not before kageyama muttered something under his breath that you had no energy to decipher. “...you.”
what am i even doing here? you thought, just before a dreamless sleep held you in a comforting grip.
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tags; @hanayanetwork @planetonet @anime-central-archived @hqintheclub @tahonet
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bokutosmochi · 2 years
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kageyama tobio boyfriend headcannons
what's it? fluff
allergen warning/s? n/a
sugar level? 0.5k
regulars? @hanayanetwork​, @tahonet​, @tokyometronetwork​
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♧ his lips taste like cherries because his lips get chapped easily so he applies cherry lip balm every thirty minutes, more or less.
♧ ..... has practiced making out with his hand to practice kissing. LOOK HE JUST DOESN'T WANT TO EMBARRASS HIMSELF OR SOMETHING, OKAY? HE'S THE KAGEYAMA TOBIO FOR GOD'S SAKE.
♧ there are multiple reasons why he decided to go to italy and there are two that are more important than the rest. the first one is the most obvious, the contract that ali roma offered him. he thought he'd be a fool not to take it as it is not only a massive career opportunity, but a massive life opportunity as well, for both him and his partner. and the second one is so he has an excuse to learn italian and impress his partner (not that he actually has do that. his precise sets are jaw dropping enough).
♧ the sight of his partner in his t-shirt is his favorite thing to see. more than seeing them dressed up, seeing that a volleyball game was in his team's favor, anything.
♧ cannot have a partner that's insecure. he's famous, good looking, and doesn't have good social skills. sometimes his fans who are women will try to flirt with him, but he doesn't quite know how to respond to make them stop. he's not flirting back with them and he's trying to make it clear that he's not interested, but sometimes they just don't stop.
♧ gonna be honest, he probably doesn't even notice they're flirting 99% of the time which was tough on his partner at the start. he has no idea they're into them in a not-just-a-friend way. one would have to be up front with him.
♧ he will not be able to pick up on their hints.
♧ kinda bad at swallowing his pride and apologizing when he's at fault for a fight, but his conscience manages to get him to do it after a few minutes.
♧ will stare at his partner with a somehow-frightening glare if they stop playing with his hair
♧ doesn't hold his partner's hand whenever they're strolling around on a date during the early days of their relationship not because he doesn't want to, but simply because it slips his mind and forgets about it.
♧ if he really likes someone, he'd ask his sister for advice to ask them out or ideas for dates when him and his crush are dating.
♧ definitely keeps his relationship down low. not a secret, but private. he just doesn't want random people getting up in his business. if his significant other asked him if he could post them on his instagram or twitter, he probably would, but he wouldn't do it on his own.
♧ bad with communication. if it could be described in a word, it would be stiff. his partner can tell that he tries though.
♧ doesn't like to cuddle when sleeping, he prefers simply having an arm draped over his partner's form. he doesn't mind cuddling when they're not about to go to sleep though. still, he won't initiate it.
♧ gets up super early in the morning so his partner usually wakes up to breakfast on the table and him somewhere outside running.
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i get: reblog
you get: a crown
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°• Reminisce •°
kageyama tobio x reader
wordcount: 872
content warnings: none
summary: idk what to tell you its fluff, maybe a bit angsty but in the same way mayo is spicy u get me; a lot of nail cutting action; pianist!reader; post time-skip; gender neutral reader
ao3 :>>>
My nails are getting long, you thought as you stretched out your hands before you. They actually aren't that long- over a millimeter above your hyponychium. However, as a pianist, the smallest difference can mean vastly different results.
You noticed as much in your practice that day. Despite this, you managed to bear through the slight discomfort in how your fingers curved and the annoying tiny clack of your nails. But it was still irritating. 
After stretching your arms over you for one last time, you closed the lid of your piano and returned your sheet music to the shelf amongst the other pieces and the trophies you have accumulated over the years.
You went to your bedroom and began to bring out an assortment of items from a drawer: nail clippers, nippers, pusher, and- 
"Oi Tobio, have you seen my filer?" you shouted from across your apartment.
"Ah, sorry I'm using it."
You entered the living room to see your boyfriend on the couch diligently filing his nails. His nail kit was displayed messily before him on the coffee table; both of your professions (well in his case it's more of a preference) require proper finger care so each of you usually carry your own.
He didn't look up at you as you sat in front of him on the couch but did when you held out your hand. He placed the filer in your palm then you took his hand in yours and worked on his freshly cut nails.
"Didn't you just buy a new one? You lost the file already?" you asked. Kageyama of all people isn't one to just lose something.
"Korai-senpai borrowed it." He huffed in annoyance, a small frown denting his forhead. "It's already been three days."
"Three days... You counted? You're that upset?"
He glanced off to the side for a moment and mumbled, "But I just bought it."
You raised an eyebrow at his irritation, your mouth threatening to break into an amused smirk.
You don’t remember when all this started to come so naturally. The easy back and forth—very different from the first few months of dating Kageyama. It was sweet but also incredibly awkward. Sure, it was funny seeing a grown-ass, six-foot-tall (not to mention famous) adult squirm while holding your hand. But it also felt like there was a gap that you didn't know how to close. A wall that seemed too tedious to unbuild. Every time you tried to get closer, he distanced himself further in a blushing mess.
When he snapped at you for the first time, it was almost six months into your relationship. You were sprawled on the carpeted floor of Kageyama's studio at the time as he sat on his bed trimming his nails. With nothing better to do, you had offered to do it for him. A kind, domestic gesture. Things went downhill from there.
"Wait, Y/N, sto- OI! You idiot that's not how you do it!"
You saw the regret line his feature the second the words left his mouth but you didn't have time to process it. The shock from his sudden and unexpected anger had you yelling back.
"Ha? Idiot? I'm doing you a favor and you call me an idiot?"
At this point, there was no going back.
"I didn't ask for your help!"
"Well shit, sorry for offering–"
It went on for a ridiculous few minutes and the fight had ended with you storming out. A good five seconds of reflection had you coming right back in, however, because 'this is so stupid'. You closed the door sheepishly behind you and shuffled toward Kageyama who stood right where you left him, expression oddly unreadable. Maybe because you had never seen him like this.
Before you could blurt out an apology, Kageyama had grabbed your wrist and pulled you into an embrace. It was incredibly stiff but he was determined to not let go. You felt more than heard a muffled 'I'm sorry' vibrate into the crook of your neck.
Six months of dating and it was the first time he hugged you first.
But oh boy, was this not the last of it. Although less eventful, the two of you used to always bicker when doing each other's nails. But you kept doing it anyway.  Even if he was just as, if not more, meticulous about it as you were since both of you liked it in a certain way. It was annoying but somehow also weirdly endearing.
How that settled into the calm and familiarness of the now was something you couldn't even be bothered to recount. 
You filed the somewhat sharp edge of the last nail—the one on his calloused pinky—and brushed off some of the flakes.
He slid his hand from your grasp and then examined your work.
"Thanks," he said, grazing the pad of his thumb over his nails before leaning over to grab the nail cutter.
You leaned your head on the couch as Kageyama started working on your nails, the afternoon sun framing his face. A sudden burst of fondness swelled in your chest in the aftermath of your reminiscing. You didn't even realize the smile creeping into your face.
Kageyama swept a glance at you before looking back at your fingers.
"Why are you smiling?" he said, trying to stop the corners of his mouth from mirroring yours.
You break into a full-blown grin. "'cuz of you."
He rolled his eyes. "Gross."
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sleepw-me · 3 months
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𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪‧₊🪼˚‧ ✧𓍢ִִ໋˚. SWEET BOY✩⸝
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SFW
You are moving to Japan, you were afraid of your first day at a new school. New culture, new language and new people. You didn't really know the language yet, you only knew how to introduce yourself and ask something, so you were very worried about how your new classmates would welcome you.All you knew was that you were assigned to a linguistics class to make it easier for you to communicate with others in English.
You're getting ready for your first day, you wanted to make a good first impression, you put on your makeup and hair, you put on your school uniform. It was a new and strange feeling for you that you would now wear form-fitting clothes at school, but you still liked the colors that represented the school.And here you are, a pleasant melody rang out in the corridors, signaling that the lesson was starting, it was a really pleasant surprise than the earlier bells in your country that often gave you a heart attack. When you first entered the school, you were met with curious glances and whispers that you couldn't understand.
You enter the classroom nervously and greet the teacher and the class politely, then stand next to the teacher who also greets you with a nice smile and calmly explains your situation to the students and then asks you to introduce yourself.
The look of all these people made you feel a little nervous.
Hello everyone, I'm [name]... I came from [...] and I hope we will have a nice time this year.
Bowing slightly, the teacher pointed to an empty seat next to the unknown boy for you to sit there.
You sat down, trying to unpack your bag and get ready for class.
You noticed the boy sitting next to you.He didn't seem too bothered by this change in class. The only thing you noticed was when his eyes sometimes moved towards you, he tried to hide it so as not to be nosy, but he was a little interested in you.
The way you wrote Japanese letters made him laugh a little because you did it slowly and very carefully. His lips trembled when he saw your desperate face when you wanted to read something on the board but you didn't understand anything.And so the days passed and you still hadn't exchanged a single word with your friend next to you, until one day when your pen ran out and you didn't take a spare one. The first thing that came to your mind was to turn towards him, so you did.
Hey...do you have an extra pen?.
He turned towards you, wondering whether to lie or give it to you, but he decided to be kind and took a pen from his bag and gave it to you.
Here.
His honeyed voice rang out, you won't lie but you would love to hear it when he reads something in front of the class.
Thank you…
You uttered sweetly and went back to writing.You swear you don't know how that brief exchange turned into a sweet friendship between the two of you.
[boy]! Have you seen this new cafe that opened a few days ago? It seems really worth seeing. Shall we go there after school? Please.
You go to your desk and call your friend. The boy with whom you never exchanged a single word is now your only best friend. Despite his character, he is a really nice person and you can rely on him.
We can.
Even though he answered casually, you could feel the note of sweetness and honey in his voice that he pours into the words he says to you. [boy] often taught you Japanese, took you to nice places, such as cafes, where you could talk and learn together in a nice atmosphere.
Maybe you didn't notice it because he was trying to be discreet about it, but he always gave you that warm look when you spoke passionately about something. Or when you leaned over to write something in your notebook. Even when your hair got into your eyes while you were studying and he was sitting next to you, it was natural for him to tuck your hair behind your ear.
It didn't go unnoticed to you but you didn't say anything and just let the butterflies fly in your stomach.
He bought you drinks and placed them on your desk, and you spent lunchtimes together, leaning on each other's shoulders.
Such small and sweet gestures were felt from both you and [boy] but neither of you broke the silence yet, you wait for these feelings to develop and maybe then you will think about something more. For now, you are enjoying these moments.
m.fushiguro, t.inumaki, m.tokito, o.iguro, s.todoroki, h.shinso, t.kageyama, k.kozume, k.tsukishima, h.iwaizumi, o.miya, k.sakusa, k.akaashi, r.suna
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knmaskitten · 4 days
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Love me back ⊹ ♡
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Pairing: Kageyama Tobio/ afab!reader.
Summary: inspired by love me back by fromis_9. You moved to your new house thanks to college, and one day, as you were preparing to deliver a gift to your neighbour, you encountered said person, Kageyama Tobio. After that, you keep longing to bump into him and slowly get him to correspond to your feelings. But when that does not happen, you plan a scheme with your best friend as the ultimate test to see if Tobio likes you or not.
warnings/tags: afab!fem reader. No use of y/n. Neighbours to lovers. Kageyama really is bad at expressing love. Reader is head over heels. A little bit of physical descriptions but nothing specific like hair color, length, etc. You use Oikawa Tooru to make Kageyama jealous. Oikawa is your best friend.
notes: I wanted to write this since so long ago, Kageyama is one of my favorite boys. As always, this was not proof read so I apologize for any bad grammar. Not necessary but english is my second language so have that in mind while reading. As always my AO3 is here (I post there first).
wc: 2,500
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It was so utterly frustrating having to look at him all day long, knowing how your heart wanted to escape your ribcage every time you exchanged glances with his dark ocean eyes. You longed to see him every day, whether the sun was at its highest or lowest. You wanted to see him. For him to notice you and to exchange more than just “Hi” or “How are you?”. You’re sure you would have a stroke if he ever said something related to your outfits, which you carefully picked whenever you were going to “accidentally” bump into him.
Being neighbours with Kageyama was going to be the death of you. Your anxiety went through the roof when you thought about him, which was no bueno. Your cortisol levels were so high that your therapist advised you to finally blurt out a confession to him so you could be let out of this misery. But no, you were not that kind of girl anymore. All your life, you were the one who always had to confess to everybody, and you hated not being the one being confessed to. This had a huge impact on your self-esteem and made you doubt if you were loveable enough to be even considered a lover.
You were a nice lover, you thought. It isn’t like you haven’t dated anyone before this crush. Your first boyfriend, Marco, was a nice guy™ and you two had a very nice relationship. The thing is, your first relationship was just nice—not passionate, not vehement, not ardent, not fervent—nothing. Just nice. And it was rare to feel what you felt towards Kageyama; you were sure it wasn’t just infatuation; you could already feel what it really was and what it really meant. 
You were Kageyama’s right-side neighbour. You moved by yourself, next to where he lived, a few years ago because of college. You met him on your second day in your new home. He was returning from practise; he looked sweaty and tired. He had a jacket that said “Japan” on it, a volleyball ball on his right hand, and his sports bag on his shoulder. His hair was dark and messy, giving him a certain kind of freshness. You were casually walking towards his house, a friendly gift on your hands, hoping to form good bonds with your neighbours.
He observed you carefully and analyzed you, as if he were searching for something else behind your clear intentions. He did not smile at you, but he did stop walking to face you fully, silently questioning you. So you nervously replied:
“I’m…I’m your new neighbour!” You tried not to yell, but your words came out a lot louder than you intended to. This made you feel wobbly, with the tray in your hands threatening to fall to the ground. “I made some strawberry shortcake for you.” You pointed with your head towards the tray; it was a cute, soft pink platter with a ribbon design. It was trembling slightly thanks to your jitters.
“Thank you.” He bowed towards you, his hair moving with its movements. You paid attention to how his muscles flexed and then relaxed, creating wrinkles in his jacket and sports shorts. “I’m sorry, I don’t have anything for you.”
“That’s not necessary; this was just a small gesture. You dont have to give me anything, really.” You blurted your verbiage out without thinking. What was going on? You usually weren’t this awkward with people. You had confidence, which you slowly but surely cultivated through the years, and it was really hard for your ego to accept that a mere boy could have this impact on you.
He was a handsome boy with knowing eyes; his eyes were hungry to analyze the world around him, and the profound, dark blue ocean that his eyes were had you wanting to explore every nook and cranny in them. He was taller than you—almost 20 centimeters taller, giving him a certain kind of power over you. He had a toned and muscular figure, which coincided with the fact that he was a volleyball player, which you admired. You guessed he played in the Japanese volleyball league, making him a professional at what he did. And that was so interesting.
It just occurred to you that he perfectly could have rejected your dessert, given the fact that he needs to eat well and your shortcake was considered junk food. This fact struck your heart like lightning, making you feel butterflies in your stomach. He looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to pass him the tray. It seems you were in awe for too long because he gave you a frown.
“Right, sorry, here you go.” 
"Later.” He said while walking towards his house, leaving you perplexed.
That was the first time you two had any interaction. You took every opportunity you had to talk to him: sometimes you needed sugar, other times you needed a kitchen supply he had, and one time you needed help grabbing something from the top of your kitchen cabinets that you couldn’t reach. Other times you nonchalantly waited outside your home, seemingly sweeping your entrance, while you knew he would return from practise around this hour.
One particular time, he looked strangely dazed and out of tune, which you knew (by observing him so much) was weird. You had your broom on your hand, and the leaves in the cement were in a little pile right to your feet. You kept looking at him without a care in the world, scrutinizing him. This did not go unnoticed by him.
“Do I have something in my face?” He straightforwardly said, making eye contact with you. His back was ever so slightly arched and his hair was sticking to his forehead. His blue eyes were lit up with annoyance.
“Kageyama-kun, are you alright? You look out of it.” Worry seeped out of your words, a tender breeze brushing your hair.
“N—no! I mean, yes! I’m fine” He replied a little bit flustered, like he didn’t expect you to read him so well.
You left your broom on the side of your fence and you started walking towards him until you faced him. Face to face, he had to arch his back a little bit more to look at your eyes, which were full of a weird determination.
“Kageyama-kun I know I’m not your friend, but I can help you if you desire; I’m right next to you, and I swear I will do my best.” You stated that you were dead set on helping him out; even if he rejected your offer, you wanted to let him know you were worried about him. The sun shone on the right side of his face, highlighting his skin in a dance of light and shadows. This made time slow down around you, leaving just the two of you in this odd bubble you created.
“I…” He pouted, averting his gaze from yours as he frowned. “I just had a bad practise, that’s all.” He reluctantly said it in a mumble.
With all the will and courage you could possibly muster up, you walked even closer to him and gave him a big, tight hug, mumbling in a low and serene tone, “You’re still an amazing player.”
He trembled and then squished out of your hug, flustered. “I know!” he yelled, pointing to you with his index finger. ”I won’t lose!”
Kageyama was never socially good, and he was even less good with friends. So he did what he knew best: yell and challenge. You stood still, thinking you fucked up, your feelings bubbling in the pit of your stomach as anxiety started to gain a strong presence in you.
“S—sorry.” You muttered before walking rapidly towards your home, obviously not before taking your broom with you. You stopped on your heels, turned towards him and gave him a bow “Excuse me!” You yelled, leaving him there.
And after that, you both exchanged conversations that tacitly had something behind them. You sometimes thought Kageyama hated you and other times that he merely had to stand your presence, but once you thought he saw you as something else. You wanted him to look at you the way you looked at him, to long for your presence like you did his, to analyze your figure and eyes like you did his. To invite you on a damn date! If he didn’t hurry, you were going to finally accept the advances of a guy at your college.
In the battle of egos, you were not going to lose; you had a strong resolve, and that was: Kageyama had to confess to you. And it is not like you didn’t do anything to achieve this; you kept giving him gifts and kept advising him when he looked troubled. You secretly loved when he gave you attention, even if it was just crumbs. You had the opportunity to know a little bit more about him in every exchange you guys had, craving every chance you had of getting his attention. The feeling of his eyes on you, looking at only you with a certain kind of intent.
This went on for about six months—six long months of crumbs. And you were so not having it that you managed to get Kageyama’s phone number and his socials (you always waited for him to text or call you, but he never did, so you reluctantly had to be the one to initiate the conversation), but even then, you were not certain as to what he felt for you. Did he love you as well? Did he hate you? You were so nervous, uncertainty filling your body to the brim.
So, you decided to do a scheme with your best friend, Oikawa Tooru. This was evil in many ways, as you knew the rivalry Tobio had with your best friend. You met Tooru on a trip to your aunt’s house in Miyagi, and after a weirdly funny encounter, you two hit it off as best friends. You rarely met, but this was no excuse for how close you two grew together. It really was a coincidence that the “stupid setter from Karasuno” that Oikawa often talked about turned out to be Kageyama, which was stupidly funny.
You definitely were not the type to do these type of schemes, but you were desperate. You needed at least a glance that said I love you—a lovingly full of attention glance. And this fact also ashamed you; a guy had you craving attention; he had you in the palm of his hand, and he was so oblivious to it. This simply made you furious; you were not one to give into a guy this easily, and it made you angry that he didn’t show any signs.
So, you decided to carry out your plan. You called Oikawa and discussed with him:
“Tooru-chan, accept, please.” You pleaded.
“Using me! Huh! And to make Tobio-chan jealous! Him, of all people!” He said, frustrated and a little bit offended. “Why him, dear? Why him?”
“Please, Tooru, he means a lot to me.”
“But he is an idiot if you have to go to these lengths to get his attention.” He scolded you.
“But, Tooru, I love him!” You cried over the phone.
There was a brief silence on the other line; you could only hear the faint sound of static.
“You are lucky I’m in Japan right now.” He said, resigning to your plan.
“I love you, Tooru! You’re amazing!” 
Happily, you hung up the phone. The plan was as follows: he was going to pick you up for a “date” at the time Tobio arrived home from practise, and then you two were actually going to go out because Oikawa asked to at least have some real time with his best friend. So you texted him with the date and time he had to be at your front door. You insisted on him looking extra handsome that day and reacted with, “I’m always extra handsome! >:c” .
When the day came, you decided to pamper yourself. You wore makeup today; you wore a light pink eyeshadow that highlighted your eyes, applying a little bit of glitter at the center of your lid. You carefully placed your blush to make you look naturally flushed. You did your winged liner and used mascara. You successfully enhanced your natural beauty. You left your hair down, as it was what you were most comfortable with. You wanted to look cute, so you picked a white, flowy dress that made you shine. You paired it with black Mary Jane shoes and white socks, as well as a pearly necklace with a purple gem. 
At six thirty, your door bell rang and a text bubble appeared on the screen of your phone: “Open the door, dummy.” . And so you hurried up. You put your phone in your black purse and grabbed a black jacket to pair your dress with. You ran downstairs towards the door and opened it very happily.
“Tooru!” you exclaimed, excited. As you hugged your friend tightly, you peeked over his shoulder and saw Kageyama’s figure approaching. You whispered, "Ok, Tooru, let’s do it. Kageyama’s coming”
You knew you were going to get a reaction from him, but not this one. He stopped, looking between you and Oikawa; he got the clue instantly as he saw you both well dressed. You could swear you saw fire coming out of him.
“Oikawa.” He said it in a low tone, angrily.
“Tobio-chan!” He cheerfully replied.
“What are you doing with her? How do you know her?” He blurted out, arching his brow, walking closer to you.
“Going on a date. Not that its any of your business.” Oikawa gave him an annoyed smile.
“No, you’re not.” You swear you and Oikawa are still in your places, surprised by this. Your heart started to race. 
“You’re not fair!” You yelled at him, feeling overwhelmed. “You ignore me, then forbid me from going on a date?”
“I…its just…I." He started.
“You what?”
He then walked towards you fully, and taking you by the shoulders, he kissed you passionately. His hands were not moving, and you were so stunned that it took you a second to correspond with him. Oikawa stood still, a little awkward. He decided to slowly walk towards your door and leave you two to it. He was still going to have his time with you nonetheless.
“Oikawa is not the right guy for you. I am. I think I love you. I want you.”
You didn’t say anything, as those words were the one thing you wanted to hear the most, for the longest of times. And you had it now, and it felt amazingly odd; it was a new feeling that meant your love was reciprocated. 
“Oikawa is my best friend. I love you, idiot.”
And then you hugged him, and this time he hugged you back.
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Iris, Bruised Kisses and Quick Squeezes
⊹₊⋆ starring: kageyama tobio x actor!reader
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summary: "And I don't want the world to see me. 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand. When everything's made to be broken- I just want you to know who I am."
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Saying ‘I love you’ is hard, especially when the person you’re talking to wants everything to be perfect.
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cw: time skip tobio, mild angst, fluff, Kageyama pov, gn!reader (Don’t pay too much attention to the visuals. I just wanted to set the scene, hehe), suggestive themes (but for about two sentences).
a/n: SOMEONE STOP ME! I was just thinking of my 'selfships' and did this… also on ao3. This song deserves a huge shout-out because it's so Tobio-coded.
wc: ~1.1k
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Tobio has never been the best with words. You knew that and never pressured him to say more than he should. You patiently waited whenever he was ready to talk or just sat in comfortable silence when the world became too much for either of you. A shared rare quietude was more than welcome, considering you two lived under a constant spotlight.
Tobio appreciated that more than anything. He appreciated how you asked nothing of him—a silent acknowledgment that you loved him no matter what. That's not to say there weren't other ways he could proclaim his love and appreciation, which didn't include tumbling over his words. 
Stolen glances in a room full of people defined the early stages of your relationship. In more private moments, you held his hand in the car with tinted windows to hide from the benevolent media gaze and relentless gossip magazines- usually, back to whatever hotel he booked and scheduled so you could attend his away games (whenever your schedules align). You held his taped hand tighter after a challenging and stressful postgame interview.
One quick squeeze to ask if he's okay.
Tobio would respond with two to show that he was and interlocking your fingers whenever he wanted to discuss what bothered him later.
Of course, this little exchange applied to you as well.
Harsh blocking notes from a director while filming that you'd tell him about almost causing you to cry while grocery shopping - met with one quick squeeze of his hand. You'd return the exchange with two quick squeezes before returning to your quest to find a good wine to bring to the party. 
Tobio surveyed any hint of distress, taking mental notes on what he could do to make you feel better. Sometimes, an annoying co-star and rumours of a budding romance happening on set during the press tour were met with Tobio holding your shaky hand and immediately interlocking your fingers with his. Driving home in silence after a frantic text from you asking to meet at whatever hotel or studio the interviews were taking place.
These little moments, accompanied by bruised kisses left only in places he could see, composed your relationship. They were a silent scream to a busy world, declaring that he was yours.
However, he wanted to say one thing that his body could never convey.
'I love you.'
Actually, he wanted to tell you that he loved you the first time he heard your real laugh. It's not the one you'd use with overly familiar people, and definitely not the one you'd use on screen or on stage. It was a laugh from the depths of your diaphragm, almost like an evil cackle. The first time Tobio heard it was when he decided to tell a stupid joke. Tobio knew it was a foolish joke because Shoyo told him it was. However, he decided to try it anyway because he had always thought it was funny.
His whole body relaxed when you clearly found it funny, too.
So after months and countless hints that you two were a couple in various interviews, you decided to take the leap and say, 'I love you.' Before walking the red carpet for a charity gala, he froze.
You looked incandescent. It's your first public appearance as a couple that didn't come from a shitty tabloid. Tobio could do it. He could finally say, 'I love you too.'
But he didn't.
The lighting wasn't right, and there was some lint on his suit that his stylist couldn't get out. The noises and camera shutters from outside the hotel were too much, so instead, he gave you a hurried kiss on the head, careful not to mess up your hair, and intertwined his hands with yours. He didn't miss the way your hand fell limp in his. He also didn't miss the empty laugh you let out in every carpet interview. Something he hadn't heard in months. Even on your press tours, the cracks of your authentic, not the heavily influenced PR persona, faded into obscurity.
But not tonight.
Tonight, you dawned on that mask he was too familiar with. The person you were before Tobio. He tried not to cry while answering questions about what designer he was wearing that night. All while you were dazzling the room in his peripheral.
On the ride back to the hotel, you kept your hands to yourself, thumb playing with the ring he'd given you years ago when you were just friends. That ring was always a non-negotiable whenever your stylist asked if you'd want to take it off for the night. Tobio didn't miss how you'd been playing with it all night.
After getting undressed and assistants ensuring that all the pieces picked by your respective stylists were secured and ready to return to the designers the following day, you'd settle into bed. You had your hair up, and an oversized sweater he'd given you hung just above your hips- giving a tiny peak at the bruised kisses he left the night before. Reaching across the nightstand to grab your phone, you continuously scroll while Tobio does his nighttime routine. The usual nighttime chatter between you, which filled the room, was replaced with the air conditioner's hum and a bustling city life.
'Good night, Tobio,' you hummed, placing your phone back on the nightstand before letting your eyes flutter close.
Tobio watched for a while as your chest rose and fell, your shoulders unravelling and subconsciously releasing the stress he caused. His gaze fixed on how at peace you looked, how beautiful you were. He realized that there was no 'perfect time.' Every time spent with you is perfect. You asked nothing of him. The least he could do is show you, tell you, whatever you want.
Before he can even think, he says, 'I love you too.'
Stirring in your slumber- he clambers to turn off the table lamp, anxious that you'd heard him. Before he could get up to sleep on the couch, you intuitively sling an arm across his chest as if it were second nature to pull him close. You squeeze him and snuggle into his chest before your soft snores fill the room. Tobio eases into the embrace, kissing you on the forehead. Snaking an arm underneath your head to act as another pillow, he pulls you closer to him and gives you two quick squeezes.
The scent of your shampoo is interwoven with the fresh linen sheets placed earlier that day. Tobio rubs your back until he drifts off to sleep, switching between quick squeezes and writing 'I love you so much' up and down your spine. As he teeters between consciousness and a deep REM sleep, he swears that you mumbled, 'I know.'
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a/n: SHY TOBIO, I LOVE YOU SOOOOOOOOO!!! I was originally going to write a headcanon, but it just tumbled out of me! I think this is very on-brand for his character. I love you all, and I hope you're having a good week!
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the-haikyuu-trash · 2 years
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people from my high school are getting married and i run a fucking haikyuu blog
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yanderecrazysie · 3 months
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BROKEN (Kageyama)
Requested on Quotev!
Title: Broken
Pairings: Kageyama Tobio x Reader
WARNINGS: Yandere themes
Summary: Captivity is breaking you.
broken
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(of a person) having given up all hope; despairing
The storage room had always been and would always be suffocating.
It was unused, which was probably why Kageyama had chosen to imprison you there. If the spiders spinning webs in the corners weren’t bad enough, cockroaches had also made a home there. 
You were forced to listen to students in the hallways, opening and closing lockers and talking amongst themselves. It was torture to have your friends so close but unable to say a word to them. 
Close to your disappearance, you could even hear classmates gossiping about where you had gone. All you wanted was to say “I’m here! Help me!”. But the gag in your mouth omitted all sounds.
The discussions about you lost their novelty and tapered off until you were no longer talked about at all. Everyone had forgotten your very existence. That realization was one of the things that broke you the most.
You felt your spirit slowly shatter the longer you stayed in the storage room. You had once been an optimistic, cheerful, outgoing person, but that was changing with time.
What did you have to be cheerful about? What kind of optimism could you have when hope was constantly dwindling? Kageyama was the only contact you had, and he only came by once or twice every weekday. 
The weekends were the worst. You had nothing to eat, nothing to do, nothing to even overhear. It was a silent starvation for two straight days.
Each day blurred into the next, only broken by Kageyama’s infrequent visits.
You felt like you were going insane.
In the beginning, you had fought against the restraints, but it only left your wrists and ankles raw and your will weakened. Escape was impossible. Grim acceptance of that eventually settled in.
You were left alone to your thoughts more often than not. You found yourself regretting everything having to do with your captor. Every conversation, every wave, every game that you watched… if only you had never interacted with him, would things be different?
Kageyama’s visits were both dreaded and welcomed. You were given one meal every weekday. You devoured the food and downed the water bottle he brought like a woman starved. And, to be fair, you were.
But you dreaded the way he talked to you and touched you- stroking your hair and idly talking about how much he missed and loved you. The normally-stoic setter melted into a lovesick puppy, acting like this situation was normal when it was anything but.
You could feel yourself losing your mind, bit by bit. Having silent one-sided conversations with the spiders you shared your space with, playing word games in your head over and over, trying to insert yourself into the conversations you heard through the walls, trying to remember what your family looked like…
Sleep was already uncomfortable enough, sitting propped against the concrete wall like you were, but the nightmares made it much worse. You would wake in a cold sweat, gasping for air through the gag. However, the normal dreams offered you a respite that being awake did not, so you slept as often as you could. 
You stunk so badly that you had become nose-blind to it long ago. With no way to shower, or even use the bathroom, you wondered how Kageyama could stand to be around you.
Today, you waited impatiently, stomach growling and aching from a weekend without sustenance. The door opened and Kageyama squeezed inside, a smile lighting up his features when he spotted you in your permanent spot.
The meal today was a burger and fries, the smell wafting over to you and making your mouth water. Kageyama undid the gag and the rope around your wrists. You seized the burger and stuffed it in your mouth, chowing down on it. It wouldn’t be enough to sate your hunger, you knew that much, but it took the edge off.
“People were talking about you again today,” Kageyama commented casually as you stuffed your face, “You were so popular that they can’t help but remember you.”
You ignored him, ignored that pang in your heart at his words.
“You don’t smile anymore,” Kageyama said softly. 
You felt a rush of anger. What did you have to smile about, after what he’d done?
“Why do you think that is?” You snapped, your voice hoarse from such little use.
Kageyama looked stunned for a moment, before a soft smile spread across his face, “You spoke to me.”
Oops. You had been giving him the silent treatment, but you couldn’t have helped the sarcastic remark from slipping out.
His hand reached out to stroke your cheek and you cringed away from the action, glaring at him.
“It’s okay,” Kageyama reassured you, “I’ll love you just the way you are.”
You glared harder but he ignored you.
“I’ll love you even if I break you.”
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priniya · 2 years
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SENTIMENTAL !
no one expectes to meet a girl claiming, she’s a girlfriend of infamous setter from karasuno, a bag full of containers with cinnamon rolls, and strawberries.
notes: kageyama tobio x reader. second year!kageyama, baker!reader. teeth rotting fluff. word count: 0.8k
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“what?” a bald boy inquired, his eyes scanning your posture with a terrifying smirk on his face. he leaned his back onto the doorframe, letting out a chuckle. “kageyama, someone who claims to be your girlfriend is here!”
you knitted your eyebrows together upon hearing his laughter, gripping the bag’s handle tighter, waiting for the dark-haired boy to show up at the entrance to the gymnasium. you’ve spent the entire of last night trying to master your recipe of cinammon rolls, so you could give them later to tobio as a small gift.
you two were still in that phase of your relationship, when you both needed the reassurance, as if it seemed impossible for any of you to have a significant other. and to be honest — you loved showering your boyfriend with little presents, that — you truly wished — would look at them later, in his twenties maybe, and remember you well.
you wished you could capture the moment, when he noticed you standing outside, a spark lit up in his eyes as you placed a peck on his cheeks, before it tinted pinkish. “y/n- hey, what you’re doing here? i thought you had the club meeting.” you beamed at the sound of your name in his mouth, shrugging prior.
“it was rescheduled, you know.” you tilted your head to the side, feeling how fluffy your knees are getting with each second he looked at you so intensely. “and you said you forgot your lunch, so i brought you something i wanted to give you later.” you handed him the bag.
“cinnamon rolls?” he looked down, biting back a smile prior to averting his gaze to you, heart fireworks blew up in his eyes. “gosh, i love you. thank you so much.” before you could react to the confession, he kissed you, — which you didn’t expect at all, since his teammates were around — placing a hand on the back of your neck.
“l/n-san!” a certain redhead called out from the depths of the hall. “you should definitely go out with us after the practice! we were supposed to get some rice cakes and onigiris at ukai’s.” hinata jumped right next to you, making your boyfriend pull away awkwardly.
“i’ll agree with the shrimp, there should be at least three intelligents there or we all get mad.” a boy from your homeroom spoke out, taking a place next to the bald guy. “you should come with us, really.” tadashi, another boy from your class, chimed in.
“i mean, i don’t wanna interrupt—” you began, looking at the dark-haired boy. “it’s okay baby, you should go, if you want and have enough time, of course.” he muttered so quietly, you were the only one able to hear him, at least you thought so.
he got so incredibly handsome over the year that keeping your eyes off him was even harder than at the beginning. his hair a little longer than usual, with his amazing hairstyling skills (you had to teach him how to style his hair properly), the smile he would always send you, whenever you caught eye contact, got even more… ethereal.
before you could even realize, you ended up at your house (since it was the closest to ukai’s store), watching horror on the couch. tobio’s hands clutching you in a hug, nishinoya, and tanaka hugging each other eagerly, hinata sat on the carpet, laughing out loud whenever yamaguchi, narita and kinoshita flinched. the others just simply laughed along with shoyo.
“you should try some of the pastries and cinnamon rolls i’ve made for tobi.” you smiled, looking at the boys who reciprocated your smile. “they’re delicious.” tobio commented, making himself comfortable on the couch. “shut up, they’re decent, not poisoned or anything, but decent.”
“you guys shouldn’t really listen to her, mrs. l/n has a bakery, and she thinks that her baking isn’t as good as her mom’s.” he tilted his head to the side, sending you the most precious smile you’ve ever seen.
you loved how confident he grew to be, you adored his outgoing self, how openly he acted around his close friends. you like to believe you were one of the main reasons for his change, since you really liked to drag him with you to some family events, knowing god damn well that there would be lots of people your age.
“your mom has a bakery? we have to go there sometime!” hinata exclaimed happily, turning his head towards you prior to snatching a warm cinammon roll from the plate.
“god, l/n.” tsukishima looked at you, his eyes growing wider. “they are delicious.”
when the movie marathon finally came to an end, you plopped on the seat closest to your boyfriend, who immediately showered you with kisses. “gosh, you don’t even know how much i love you, y/n/n.”
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italian mornings ❋
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ali roma!kageyama x fem!reader warnings: none !
FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF ! tobio being in luvvvv
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the bright sun beamed through your shared bedroom, warming the white duvet that you both shared. kageyama caged you into his chest as both of his arms were wrapped around your waist, not daring to let you go even in his sleep.
you, on the other hand, were awake. your eyes stared up at your volleyball boyfriend with nothing but love and adoration. you were enamored with the way the sun made his dark, black hair shine; how his tan contrasted the white sheets that you both shared; the expression on his face that displayed a serene expression.
a soft smile etched itself on your face as you brought your right hand up to cup his cheek. your thumb softly stroked his soft skin causing him to gently stir out of his sleep. his eyelashes batted as his eyes finally opened to reveal one of the things you loved waking up to most, his sapphire eyes that you wish you could just live in.
as his eyes adjusted to the bright sun peering in from the balcony, your blurry figure becoming crystal clear, a soft, sleepy smile grew upon his face. unconsciously, he leaned into your hand as you smiled back at him.
“good morning,” he said as his eyes oozed with love, after all this was his favorite part of the day, waking up beside you.
“good morning, love,” at your soft words, he turned his head to kiss your palm. his warm, plush lips lingered on your hand as your face began to heat up at the intimacy of it all.
teenage you would have never thought that you’d be with a volleyball player. you were more one that would swoon at the sight of a tortured artist, but you’re so glad that you didn’t listen to her. because at no moment would you ever trade kageyama for another man.
the takeout dinners that are shared while watching the newest show out; the whispered nothings as you guys laid chest to chest while the moon peered into the bedroom; the tears shed whenever heated moments were exchanged that were ultimately wiped away by the others culpable hands; the passionate kisses that drowned out the sound of cheers in the stadium as his team won.
you wouldn’t change it for anything.
and now as you lay with each other during the early parts of this italian morning, completely captivated by each other, it’s solidified that you would rather die than lose him.
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moonswolfie · 11 months
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Kageyama-kun from class 1-3
Kageyama x fem!reader
YOOHOOO so this is a short fic based off the extra chapter "Class 1-3's Kageyama-kun" in Volume 8 of the manga.
It's sort of like a prequel to something i'm working on right now (wink wink) but both of them can be read as individual works.
I'm writing for Kageyama again !!!
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"Hey, have you seen Kageyama-kun before? He's from class 1-3." your friend said, looking over at the group of girls.
This was a regular occurence for your friend group. Your friends bring up a guy they think is hot at the moment and gush over him all day. Sometimes you participate in their conversations, but none of the guys they talk about really caught your mind.
"Oh my god, yessss. He is so hot!" another said. This Kageyama guy was someone you've never heard of before. Maybe you have seen him, but you just didn't know he was Kageyama.
"Isn't he like, the ace or something?" the last one asked. "That is so cool!"
"What is an ace?" you asked, having no clue about what they were even talking about.
"Isn't that the player who scores the most during games?" one offered, the other two agreeing. "Honestly, I thought you would know by now, considering all the sportboys we crush on."
"Oh... Well, I know now." you smiled awkwardly, continuing to walk with them down the hallway. Should you be embarrased for not knowing?
"And he looks so smart too!" a friend squealed, another adding "Yesss, he could lecture me and I would like it...!" You always found comments like those strange. Why would anyone want to be scolded or lectured by their crush?
Your friends stopped close to a classroom all of a sudden.
"Ooh, there he is!"
"That's Kageyama-kun!"
They said excitedly as they look at someone in the... make-up class? But your friends just said he was smart?
"He's the one sitting in the front desk with the black hair." your friend guided you since she knew you probably didn't know who he was.
"Make-up class? I guess he's not any good at studying..." your friend said quietly so he wouldn't hear. Or maybe she just didn't want to be heard bashing her crush.
"But that's still kinda cute though... Imagine the study dates..!!" the other responded quietly.
"Let's go closer, let's see what they're studying!" your friend grabbed your hand and started dragging you along with her. You kinda wished you could be eating lunch right now.
"Hahaha! His eyes are all rolled back!" "Take pics! Take pics!!!"
You heard the boisterous yelling of teenage boys inside the classroom, and sure enough, Kageyama was asleep sitting back with his eyes rolled back while the guys behind him were taking pictures.
Your friends exchanged bewildered glances, but you didn't join them.
"You haven't even been here for two minutes!! Wake up!!" the teacher scolded him, though it didn't seem to you like he heard it at all. Was it even possible to fall in such deep sleep at school? You were never successful, at least.
Dissapointed glances were passed around your friend group, but they didn't reach you.
Kageyama-kun... The way he slept was funny, and you supressed a giggle, only a small huff coming out.
"Hey, ummm... Don't you think that Hattori-san from the soccer club is kinda hot?" your friend changed the subject and turned away, silently inviting the rest of the group to walk away.
You find yourself wanting to keep looking at his face, even if just for a bit longer. With twinkling eyes, you stare at him as the friend group starts leaving.
"Oi, aren't you coming?" one called out to you, everyone stopping and turning back to see you leaning closer to the door to get a better look at Kageyama.
"Don't tell me..." one of them looked at the others with a worried expression.
"Do you think she likes Kageyama?"
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touchlikethesun · 3 months
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how haikyuu s4 animators treated literally every other character:
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how they treated kags:
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drop some requests pls? i wanna write smth but i dont rlly feel like continuing any of my current drafts cause they're all still in their early angsty part LMFAO
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ennoshitas-princess · 19 days
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The Beautiful Rose
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Tobio Kageyama x chubby fem! reader Warnings: Oikawa being forceful to be with you, some swearing, centaur Kageyama, violent scene Synopsis: you are the girl everyone wants to be, and you catch the eye of the king of the court Word Count: 1,612 Hopefully you like it!! This has no spoilers really. Fantasy au (inspo beauty and the beast). Don't read if you don't like violence or triggered with gun shots.
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You strolled along the dirt path of the village to go to the market in the little town to get things for your mother and brother.
A shade of a pretty pastel cerulean hovered above everyone's head. The emerald blanket soaked with the morning dew. The light magenta petals of the cherry trees fell like snow in the bleak winter months. The rays warming up the ground below, caused cats and dogs to shut their eyelids tight and take a longer nap.
Basket in hand, you continued to admire your surroundings of the vast beauty of nature.
“Bonjour, monsieur.” You wave to the owner of the stand, filling your nostrils with the sweet aroma of baked goods.
“Bonjour, belle demoiselle.” He replied back.
“What do you have to offer today?” You looked at all the items, making you drool.
You could not help yourself. Just a regular habit you had that continued to occur since you were small. The thought of eating one of these delicious delights, had you wanting to buy the whole stand.
“We have bagels, cookies, baguettes, loafs of bread, and cake.” He pointed them out.
“I will take these and the baguettes.” Your hand hovered over the cookies.
“Ah, your sweet tooth demoiselle, non?”
“Oui, monsieur!”
“À plus tard!” You wave to the baker.
“Salut!”
You walk off to bump into none other than the throb of the town, Touru Oikawa.
With a sigh, you shift to your left to continue with your errands, but stopped by him moving to his right to block. You move the other direction, and he does the same thing.
“Hey umm… Oikawa-”
“Please y/n, you know we are meant to be. Call me by my first name.” He pulled you close to his lean body.
“Look Oikawa, I cannot figure out any other way to express this. I do not like you romantically at all.” You bluntly shove him away.
His blood boiled at the remark, not knowing how much you mean to him. If he got with you, everyone in the village would be jealous about your relationship. Making him look greater and grander, even more than Alexander building one of the biggest empires in history in a short amount of time.
“Look y/n, you know how much-”
Before Oikawa could finish his sentence, you left him rambling to himself. In embarrassment, he stormed off, yelling, “well y/n, we all know you hang out with a monster.”
Oikawa, being himself, just let you be.
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Well, Oikawa wasn't wrong about what he said earlier that day. Everyone viewed him as one, but you saw his flaws as beautiful pieces of artwork in a mural in an art museum.
You go over to the forest to visit your friend, Tobio Kageyama. The hut just beneath all the dead trees, just decaying and bald. Flowers on the sidelines wilted from the lack of sunshine. The straw roof had a massive hole. So whenever it rained, poor Kageyama’s house got soaked.
You knock at the almost deteriorated wooden door. Just with your subtle touch, the door fell on the creaking floor with a thud, spooking the horned centaur.
Dashing towards the door, he saw your plump figure at the entrance.
“Oh, it's just you y/n.” He sighed.
“Yes, it's just me, Tobio. Look, I went to the market and got some things for you to eat. I got cookies, bread, some fresh produce, and guess what I brought?” You give him the basket.
“What did you bring for me?” He reached for it, his hand brushing against your soft tiny one.
Pulling the cold item out, he smiled.
“Y/n, you brought milk!” He shouted with joy.
“Of course I did. When you are happy, I am happy.”
The centaur picked you up and spun you around twice, hugging your soft curves. You were a cute plush for him of course. If someone bad happened to you, he would find a way to save or protect you.
You strolled along the river bed calmly, as the birds sang their song peacefully. The flow of the river brought some type of relief from Oikawa’s six hundredth proposal.
As you walk, you spot a rock to rest on. When you sat down, you heard a lot of rustling in the bushes. Frightened, you got up and started to run away.
“Wait, don't run… I didn't mean to scare you. Of course someone as pretty and kind hearted as you would rush back home.” A male voice sounded disappointed.
You inch towards the male slowly, awaiting to be attacked. When you look at the man closer, you see him hiding behind the shrubs.
“Umm… how dumb of me. I should introduce myself. My name is Kageyama, Kageyama Tobio. What is yours?” He still hid.
“Nice to meet you, mine is l/n y/n.” You tell him as you go where he hid.
“That is a pretty name for a pretty lady like you. I mean, well you are just pretty because you are a human- shit!” He snapped.
“Wait, come out of the bushes. I am curious about what you meant about me being a human. Are you one?” You raise a brow.
Clopping towards where you stood, you soon begin to realize he was not a human. He came out being a centaur. The thought of you running away came across poor Kageyama's mind, but surprised that you stayed in place, examining him closely with shining e/c eyes.
“You seem very fascinating! How did you-”Before you could finish that question, he replied with all honesty.
“I was put under a spell because of how I used to treat others in my village when I was king. I ran away and now, no one is ruling my kingdom.” He rubbed the back of his head.
You stare into his ocean eyes for a long time. Just as you were in a trance, he too was in one. Charmed by your squishy body, not knowing what to say or do, he randomly said, “wanna be friends?!?”
You break eye contact, blushing, “yeah!”
You two walked inside of his cottage to snack on the little treats.
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As you finished your snacks, a rustle in the bushes could be heard by Kageyama. He galloped towards the shrubs.
“Bam, bam, bam!”
You heard the gunshots from inside. Rushing out of your seat, you saw Kageyama on the dirt ground, breathing heavily. You turn your head up slowly from the centaur, only to meet up with brown eyes.
“Oikawa! Why would you shoot him?” You ran towards him and wept.
“I only did it for you, y/n. I bet he had you captured and under some mind game of his, only to keep you from me.” He reached for your arm, only for you to shake it off aggressively.
“I don't like you! As a matter of fact, I hate you!” You scowl at him.“I did it all for-”
“I don't care! I want you to leave me alone. I don't want you near me in any way. I am in love with him and you think I will love you after shooting him?” Your voice boomed throughout the forest.
Oikawa's mouth formed a small circle, opened from the news you gave to him. He couldn't believe that you loved a monster like Kageyama, but not love someone as handsome as he is. Scoffing, he turned his tracks to the road to the village, stomping his way back.
“Y-you love m-m-me?” Kageyama's soft voice spoke.
You look down at him from where you knelt down, just terrified of what could happen to him in the next minute.
“Kageyama, no matter what happens, I will never forget you, alright?” Your soft hand caressed his cheek.
“Pl-please don't tell m-me I am g-going to d-die?” He stumbled with his words.
“No, no. I am not saying that. If you happen to never return to your human form, I will still love you.” A tear rolled of your cheek like dew in the morning.
Kageyama suddenly closed his eyes and his breathing stopped. Waterfalls fell from your eyes as you saw your dear friend go limp in your arms, not holding himself up anymore. You wanted to go off in the village and get revenge with all the bitterness in your mouth, but something in your heart told you not to.
You closed your eyelids and felt some warmth in your hands. Opening them slowly, you saw him glittering proudly like a star in the night sky. You could have sworn that you were dreaming, but you pinch yourself only to realize you were wide awake.
He levitated in the air like a bird flying towards the glowing sun that warmed the ground. His torso turned back. His feet bare instead of hooves. His tail disappeared. Only the figure of Kageyama laid on the ground, fluttering his sapphire eyes open.“L-l/n-san?”
“Kageyama, you are alive and in your human form!” You hugged him tightly.
He glanced at himself up and down to see that you were right. He got up and spun you around like always.
“Yes, I am back to myself. L/n-san I simply adore you too!” He smashed his lips into yours.
Flushing in all the hues that existed, you did not hesitate one single but to kiss him back.
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As soon as your brother and mother moved into the palace, you and Kageyama got married. Weeks later, Oikawa got sentenced for trying to kill the king. Let's just say Oikawa could never look as handsome as he wanted anymore.
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xocelticdarlingxo · 1 year
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EDITED MARCH 7th, 2023
Ok, so I’ve been so into the omegaverse and Kagehina so I decided to make a one shot. It’s my first one and I’m sorry if it sucks but honestly, I’m very proud of how it came out.
It is a smut so no one under the age of 18 should be reading this. This does take place during the time skip when they are part of their Division 1 teams which are the Schweiden Alders and MSBY Black Jackels if y’all didn’t know. This is also a few weeks after their match against each other.
Now I give you…
‘Kageyama Help Me’
Summary: Hinata starts his heat in the middle of the night and pleads to his alpha to take care of it
Parings: Tobio Kageyama x Shoyo Hinata
Genre : NSFW/ 18+/ smut
Rating: NC-17/Mature
Warnings: language, smut, impregnation
Word Count: 900 (I know it’s fairly short but I’m still learning about the omegaverse. I actually would like to write a full story about these two in the omegaverse but I have no ideas 🤷🏻‍♀️)
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Hinata woke up in the middle of the night, he was sweltering and very uncomfortable. He kicked off his blankets and got up from the bed and started stripping off his clothes. His breathing soon turned labored and he collapsed to the ground.
The sudden thud woke the alpha in the same bed. “Hinata?!” Kageyama exclaimed in worry and rushed over to his fiancé’s side of bed.
He found his omega collapsed on the ground on his hands and knees stripped from his clothes except for his boxers.
The middle blocker looked up at his setter as he got hit with a strong seductive scent. It was the same as Hinata’s usual scent but a lot sweeter and stronger. Kageyama knew his omega was in heat.
“Haa…K-Kageyama…h-help me.”
“Where are your supplements?”
“I-I…ha…I don’t want them. I-I…want you. Please Kageyama, help me.” Hinata cried.
“What if I knot you though?”
“I don’t care, please just make it stop.” Tears were now streaming down the redhead’s face.
He really wanted Kageyama to take care of him. It took the blue-eyed alpha a moment to think about it but he agreed to help his fiancé.
Kageyama picked up his omega and laid him on the bed and pulled down Hinata’s last article of clothing as his erection sprung out as he was soaked from top to bottom.
“Look how wet you are baby.” Kageyama says and rubs his thumb up and down Hinata’s entrance as his breath hitched.
He rubbed it nice and slow until he slipped two fingers inside his omega. “Ah!” Hinata moaned out as he shivered.
Kageyama wiggled his fingers inside Hinata as he lets out more moans as he made his way up deeper into his partner. “HNGGH!!” Hinata moaned out so loudly as he shuddered.
Let’s hope their neighbors didn’t hear the submissive omega’s moan that just came out of his mouth.
“Guess I went a little too deep...I found your uterus.” Kageyama says, a smug look on his face as he wriggles his fingers against it.
“Aah…ahngh…ha…!” Is all that came out of the male’s voice as his body started trembling. “Kageyama stop teasing me! Please, I need you inside me. I’m begging you.” Hinata pleads to his alpha.
“Begging me huh?” Kageyama says and licks his fingers of Hinata’s slick. “Mmm, so sweet.”
“Please Kageyama fuck me, I’m desperate. Make it stop.” Hinata begs even more, Kageyama was taken aback by the sudden swear word that came out of his omega’s mouth.
He smirked and chuckled, “Well when you talk like that I can’t say no to you.” He tells him and gets off his mate and removes his pants and boxers then spread’s Hinata’s legs apart.
Kageyama then slowly slips his fully erected member inside his partner as they both let out a moan and threw their heads back in ecstasy.
Hinata’s body starts out as a quiver then he starts trembling. Kageyama then presses his lips to his omega in a passionate kiss that soon turns into a make out session as Hinata moans into the kiss and wraps his legs around his alpha for deeper penetration.
Kageyama kept thrusting into him as he kept kissing him with such passion and lust. He then makes his way down his mate’s body with his lips as he licks him from the neck and to his chest, not breaking the sexual interaction between the alpha and omega.
He licked his nipples as Hinata let out some more moans, grabbing handfuls of Kageyama’s hair as he kept doing what he was doing.
He then moved his lips back up to Hinata’s neck and kept on thrusting into him at a perfect pace and perfect angle.
“Ah!! Aaaah!! Anngh!” All that and so much more came out of the omega’s mouth.
“Such sexy little moans coming out of that pretty little mouth of yours, let’s hear more but louder. I need you screaming my name.” Kageyama says and thrusts into him deeper and harder hitting his uterus.
“AAHHH! Haa! Ah…Kageyama! Aah…” Hinata moans out as he digs his nails into his alpha’s back being sure to leave scratches.
“Ah! It hurts, it hurts Kageyama.” Hinata cried out as tears ran down his cheeks. “It got bigger…it got bigger inside me.” Hinata also said and that’s when Kageyama realized he knotted his omega.
“Shit…I knotted you, I’m so sorry.”
“No, no it’s ok it just…” Hinata starts as he winces in pain, “hurts…really hurts.”
“I know, I know my love sh…I’m so sorry. Come on, let’s switch positions.” Kageyama says and they switch where Hinata is now on top of him.
He lays his body on his alpha as he cries into him in pain. “Don’t move my love, it’ll get better soon.” Kageyama says stroking his omega’s hair and kisses his head.
The setter and middle blocker just laid like this until morning came. Kageyama sent a text MSBY’s coach and told him that Hinata wasn’t feeling well so he can’t make it to practice.
Kageyama then sent a text to his Schweiden coach and said that he needed to take care of his omega since he wasn’t feeling.
Both coach’s allowed that so the alpha and omega had the day to themselves to recover from what happen last night.
Fin 🧡🏐
And that’s the end of it, I was thinking about writing a part two to this when Hinata finds out he’s pregnant or should I even make him pregnant? What do you guys think?
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imagineanime2022 · 2 years
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He Comes To Your Rescue *Kageyama*
Tobio Kageyama X Reader
Requested By: @ani-girl​
Request: Can you do a part with kageyama?
Part 1- Toru Oikawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, Kotaro Bokuto
Part 2 - Atsumu Miya, Osamu Miya, Suna Rintaro, Kei Tsukishima
Part 3 - Kuroo Tetsurou, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Tendou Satori
Part 4 - Yuji Terushima, Kiyoomi Sakusa
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Tobio Kageyama
🥛 Kageyama was oblivious to everything until he started dating you, now he’s oblivious to everything that isn’t you or Hinata. 🥛 You were more of a social butterfly than Tobio so you often did the talking for him so most people knew that you were both together. 🥛 Most people didn’t understand how much he really loved you because he wasn’t one for PDA or proclamations of love, so people often tried to get you to go on a date with them. 🥛 Kageyama did get jealous but he never usually showed it outwardly until you were both alone, unless he thought that someone was being unbelievably pushy and didn’t take no for an answer.
It was a school reunion and while Kageyama wasn’t really interested in going, there were people that you had lost contact with and you wanted to see how they were doing and another part of you was just being nosey.
The night started off well, you talked to people as Kageyama hung behind you only answer questions asked directly to him, everyone kinda knew that him and Hinata would end up being professionals in volleyball so people who talked to him were people who wanted to say they had a famous friend, that is until Hinata showed up, he literally appeared out of nowhere attempting to wrap Kageyama in a hug, you laughed as you watched your boyfriend hold his friend at arm's length. “You two never change.” You shook your head. “(Y/N)! It’s nice to see you!” Hinata cheered as he walked over to you pulling you into a hug. “Did you get taller?” You asked. “Maybe.” Shoyo shrugged. “No, he's still a short ass.” Kageyama said as he walked over, they both started arguing about his comment as Hinata shouted about his most current height. “Are you still with him?” A voice asked from behind you, you turned to see a man that you recognised as Haru. “Haru right?” You asked and he nodded a smirk on his face “to answer your question I am still dating him.” “Not engaged or anything?” He asked. “Not yet.” You answered. “Means I still have a chance.” He said and you stepped away from him with a laugh. “Well it was nice talking to you.” You said giving him the most polite smile you could muster as you attempted to walk away, he reached out grabbing your arm and stopping you from leaving. “Hang on, you haven’t given me a chance.” Haru said. “Yeah and she doesn’t need to, let go of my girlfriend.” Kageyama ordered, when you looked up at him you remembered why people feared facing him in matches, you could see anger in his eyes as he pulled you back towards him and wrapped an arm around you. “Get out of here.” “I’d listen to him.” Hinata encouraged, the guy looked at all of you before turning and walking away. “Are you ready to go now?” Kageyama asked. “Mmm.” You hummed, you said bye to Hinata before heading out to your car, Kageyama opened the door for you and made sure that you were comfy before getting in on the other side. “Are you okay?” He asked. “Yeah, I just wasn’t expecting that.” You answered. “I told you there were people who wanted you back then.” He mumbled as he started the car. “Yeah but you're the one that got me.” You answered sensing jealousy. “Yeah and I’m going to keep you for as long as you’ll have me, I protect you from anything, so promise me if anything like that happens again you’ll call for me, no matter where we are.” He pleaded and you nodded. “I promise.” You nodded, leaning over and pressing a kiss to his cheek “thank you.” You smiled at his cheeks going a soft pink as he started the car grumbling about the type of boyfriend he would be if he let that happen.
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