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genshin-obsessed · 10 months

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Who Likes You! | Haikyuu

Disclaimer: I wrote this and posted it on another blog but I'm not there anymore. I want all my writing with me, so I reposted it here. It's all my works. If you've seen it before, it's me, don't worry, but you're welcome to check the name.

I got this idea back then, but I've been desperately wanting to write more of this! It was so super fun back then ;w;

Characters: Kentaro Kyotani, Tobio Kageyama, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Yu Nishinoya, and Kotaro Bokuto

Warnings: angst ahead and maybe some ooc-ness

♢ Kentaro Kyotani ♢

You’ve been with Kentaro for almost a year now and so you know a few of his… “friends”. Over time, you got to know Oikawa and he got to know you. You didn’t spend too much time with him, there were always excuses he had, classes, practice, whatever. It wasn’t very hard for him to start falling for you. You were just so amazing, how couldn’t he? You don’t know and people can say Oikawa had dropped hints (more like failed to hide his feelings) but you never pay attention. You’re always staring at Kentaro.

Kentaro didn’t know in the beginning, either. Oikawa was constantly surrounded by girls so what was the point of him liking you? You were taken and it… really didn’t seem like it. Until one day, he was going to the club room to ask Iwaizumi for something when he caught their conversation.

“What did you just say, loserkawa?!” Iwaizumi’s voice came through the open door. Kentaro stopped and waited, kind of curiously.

“Don’t make me say it again- OH FINE DON’T HIT ME! I… I like (y/n), ok?” Kentaro’s eyes widened and his body went rigid. He could only stand outside and continue to listen.

“How could you?! Kentaro is your… f-friend!”

“I know,” Oikawa said as he slumped against the wall, sliding down to the ground, “I didn’t do it on purpose! I couldn’t help it, ok? I didn’t think it would happen! We don’t choose who we fall in love with!”

“Didn’t you realize you were starting to catch feelings? You should’ve pushed them away.”

“I know.” He knew. Oikawa knew the best thing to do was to get away from you so these stupid feelings would die down, but he found it so difficult. You were just so kind and so magnetic. He was pitifully weak and here was the end result. He never imagined he would fall in love with someone else’s partner and if he could change it, he would.

Or would he? Being in love with you brought him joy. Sure, you may not be his, but his day was always brighter after he saw you. He always felt more confident and secure. When you attended his games, he always did better. His happiness was directly linked to yours… even if yours wasn’t linked to him.

“I know they’re happy with Kyotani. I know he loves them and the last thing I wanna do is hurt him. Or (y/n). He’s… a better man with them. He’s… he’s really happy with them, isn’t he?” Oikawa lamented, looking at Iwaizumi. His friend could only lean against a nearby wall and sigh.

“Idiot.” Oikawa’s head fell and he stared at the ground between his legs. Tears lined his eyes at Iwaizumi’s words. He really was an idiot.

Kentaro was furious. He already had anger issues and the only thing he wanted to do was go in there and beat tf outta Oikawa. But he stopped because Oikawa was right. You didn’t like it when he fought people, so he worked on it. He worked on his aggression and anger and it was working right now. Instead of fighting, he just left.

Ever since, Kentaro’s always been defensive around Oikawa. He doesn’t let you two stand too close and he doesn’t like it when you’re alone with him. Kentaro doesn’t want to be controlling and so he’ll reluctantly let you spend time with Oikawa… but you just never do? You prefer Kentaro over Oikawa anyway and that makes him so happy. Cuz no way he could compete with mister pretty boy.

♢ Tobio Kageyama ♢

You and Kageyama have been dating for a little over 4 months. You got to know his friends immediately and it didn’t take long for Hinata to start falling for you. You had no idea because you only had eyes for Kageyama. You never noticed the little things, even if your boyfriend did.

Kageyama didn’t know… but he had a feeling. There was the way that Hinata spoke to you- that dumb little tone. He didn’t use it with Yachi or Kiyoko, just you. The more Kageyama observed Hinata with you, the more uncomfortable he became. Hinata blushed a lot around you and often tried to be near you. So, Kageyama confronted him.

“Hey.” Kageyama called, approaching Hinata one day after practice. Hinata looked up at him and waved, assuming it was a greeting.

“Hey, what’s u-”

“Do you like (y/n)?”

“Wh-wha- NO!” However, the speed at which Hinata answered, the way his shoulders tensed, the redness of his cheeks, they all revealed the truth. Kageyama’s glare hardened as his body moved towards Hinata. The smaller one kept backing up until he hit the wall behind him.

The last thing Hinata wanted to do was talk about his feelings for you. That was his first defense- to ignore it. If he never admitted it was true, then it wasn’t true, right? It was just a dumb little crush and it would just go away overtime. Who would’ve guessed that what Hinata felt wasn’t just a “simple crush”? Who knew these “innocent” feelings would become so painfully controlling? Who knew that the longer you spent around him, the more you took? Before he knew it, he was all yours. But you didn’t want him. No, you didn’t want Hinata, you wanted Kageyama.

“Don’t lie to me.”

“Fine!” Hinata’s gaze fell to the ground as the words started to pour out of his lips. His feelings finally reached a boiling point and after holding it in for so long, they just burst out. He so desperately wanted to stop himself, but he just couldn’t. He was finally admitting something he so frantically tried to avoid. “Say what you will, Kageyama… but I liked (y/n) first. But you… you had to swoop in and just take them right? Like you always do.”

“What the hell are you talking about-”

“Don’t worry about it.” Hinata pushed past Kageyama, walking towards the gym doors. He paused and looked back at the dark-haired boy with a glare of his own, “I won’t do anything. They want you... not me.”

Practice for the next like two weeks was REALLY weird. Not only was Kageyama refusing to set for Hinata, the orange-haired boy didn’t want Kageyama as a setter. No matter what Daichi, Sugawara, and Tanaka did, the two refused to budge. Kiyoko, Yachi, and Nishinoya tried too. Hell, even Tsukishima yelled at them! The only way they started working together was when coach Ukai threatened to kick them off the team. Even then, it really seemed like the two were dead set against working with each other. Honestly, Ukai was a little scared they would quit on their own. Eventually, the two did start working together again. They weren’t ever as friendly (not that they were before), but they did end up working it out.

Kageyama doesn’t like Hinata hanging around you, but after their talk, Hinata just backed off. Kageyama noticed how sad you got when Hinata avoided you, to which he confronted Hinata once more. Hinata explained that avoiding you was a defensive measure. The more time Hinata spent around you, the more his feelings grew and the last thing he wanted to do was get between you and your happiness. Kageyama argued that this would hurt you in the process, since you and Hinata were great friends, but Hinata didn’t back down and claimed he was going to do what he wanted to and Kageyama only needed to worry about himself and you.

♢ Tadashi Yamaguchi ♢

You and Yamaguchi had been dating for around five months. He’d finally introduced you to his team… and they were shocked to say the least! Some even teased him for “holding out on” them. You were just the cutest and it didn’t take long for you to catch Nishinoya’s eyes. It was actually hard to tell at first, because he used Kiyoko as a cover… but in truth, he was in love with you, not her.

Yamaguchi doesn’t know because just like everyone else, he assumed Noya was head over heels for Kiyoko. Everyone thought so, even Kiyoko herself! There was one day where Yamaguchi had left a textbook in the club room, so he was heading back. Everyone was gone, except for Sugawara and Nishinoya. He was going to say hello… until he heard Suga.

“What do you plan on telling Tadashi then?” Sugawara asked, his tone of curiosity and concern. Hearing his name kind of freaked Yamaguchi out, so he pressed himself behind the door and listened patiently.

“Nothing!” Nishinoya yelled, almost immediately. “N-No one’s… saying anything.”

“Then what are you going to do about this? I mean, you seriously had us all fooled.” Nishinoya let out a self-deprecating laugh as he fell onto the ground, leaning against the wall.

“If only I could fool myself…” They were both silent, which caused Yamaguchi to get a little impatient. He wanted to know what they were talking about, especially since it concerned him. Finally, after a couple of moments of silence, Nishinoya broke it. “They’re… beautiful.”

“What?” Sugawara asked, as he sat beside Nishinoya and gently patted his shoulder. His words were so quiet, they were barely heard in the silent room.

“(y/n)... is beautiful. Every time I see them my heart beats so fast. I often forget Kiyoko’s face when they’re around and sometimes… I can’t help but just want to wrap my arms around them.” At this point, Nishinoya’s voice was cracking as tears pooled in his eyes. They slowly dripped down to the floor below as his voice died down. Finally, it hit Yamaguchi. As if his body was on autopilot, he moved to stand in the doorway.

“You’re in love with (y/n)?” Both boys’ heads shot up and their eyes widened immediately.

“T-Tadashi…” Sugawara whispered as Nishinoya jumped to his feet.

“W-wait! Tadashi! I-I can explain!”

“Ok… explain.” Nishinoya fell silent, wondering what to do or say. The last thing he wanted was for Yamaguchi to find out. The silence took over the three once more, no matter how much Nishinoya looked for an excuse, he couldn’t find one. “I thought so.”

Oh boy. Yamaguchi started acting REALLY weird since. Nishinoya too. The libero’s normal light was gone and he had become reclusive. He barely talked at practice, barely gave any effort, and started to take days off. Yamaguchi also started skipping practice, making you force him. You tried asking Tsukishima what happened, but unfortunately the blond had no idea. Finally, you were able to get an answer from Sugawara. He told you Yamaguchi and Nishinoya had an argument and things were just really tense. Sugawara told everyone else the same thing, wanting to respect his friend’s wishes as far as he could. Eventually, both of them started attending practice regularly, but it was evident it was never resolved.

Yamaguchi was more upset than jealous. He couldn’t possibly compete with Nishinoya. All he had on Nishinoya was his height, nothing else. The libero was an amazing, talented player, he was outgoing and fun to spend time with. Yamaguchi often wondered if Noya was a better option for you and eventually confronted you about it. He left out the part where Nishinoya was in love with you and simply asked why you wouldn’t just find a better partner. Especially one of his teammates, since they were better. You assured him you wanted no one other than him. No matter what happened. Yamaguchi did end up having a conversation with Noya though, not wanting to leave unresolved issues. Thankfully, they were able to work it out. Unfortunately, things were never the same between them.

♢ Yu Nishinoya ♢

Everyone was so surprised that Nishinoya had a partner that wasn’t Kiyoko! Like his devotion to Kiyoko… then out of nowhere he’s dating someone?! Weird. Just bizarre. He LOVES talking about you, he never shuts up! You spent so much time around the team due to him, it was only a matter of time before Tanaka fell in love with you. You never noticed since you assumed he was in love with Kiyoko, much like everyone else.

Nishinoya had no idea. Tanaka used Kiyoko as a mask to hide his true feelings. But that’s all it was- a mask. Tanaka was always around you and Nishinoya, so it was even more surprising that your boyfriend didn’t know. You didn’t know either, thinking that everything Tanaka did was just because you were his friend. You had heard he had a crush on someone but like everyone else, you assumed it was Kiyoko. That is until Tsukishima decided to tease Tanaka about staring at you too much.

“You’re staring,” the blond commented as he approached Tanaka, who was sitting down. Tanaka immediately looked away with red cheeks, causing Tsukishima to look at the person he was staring at. “No way, were you staring at (y/n)? AND you’re blushing. Don’t tell me you like them.”

“Wh-what!? No way! I was staring at Kiyoko!” Tanaka defended, pouting and crossing his arms.

“Uh Kiyoko’s over there.” He deadpanned, pointing at the club manager who was on the other side of the gym. Tanaka clammed up as his eyes landed on Kiyoko, she was indeed too far away from you. He wanted to respond- to try and argue literally anything- but the words were caught in his throat. It took less than a second for Tsukishima to put two and two together. “Oh my god so you actually like (y/n)!” Unfortunately, Tsukishima had been louder than intended, causing all actions to cease in the gym.

“Wh-what?” Nishinoya asked, looking at the two. Tanaka’s eyes immediately flew to you, only to find you already staring back. An awkward silence fell over the gym and it was almost suffocating as everyone looked at Tanaka for a response. The tension was broken when Nishinoya’s laughter came through, making everyone look at him instead. “I mean can we blame him? I have a crush on them too! Just don’t say anything.” Tanaka stared at Nishinoya for a second, unsure of how to respond before nodding.

“Y-yeah!” Tanaka’s obnoxious laugh filled the gym as he nodded, “(y/n) is gorgeous but nothing compares to our goddess Kiyoko!” Tanaka was at the woman’s side within a second and took her hand. “Don’t worry! I only have eyes for you! Tsukishima was just trying to make you jealous- did it work? Did it work?!”

“No.” Kiyoko answered curtly, removing her hands from Tanaka’s. Small giggles rippled through the gym as everyone returned to what they were doing. The only three not laughing were Nishinoya, Tanaka, and Tsukishima.

Tanaka couldn’t wait for practice to be over, he wanted nothing more than to go home and bury himself under his sheets in bed. That was probably the most embarrassing experience of his life. Unfortunately, Tanaka had received a couple of extra tasks from Daichi for interrupting practice, meaning he was the last one to leave the gym. He was partially thankful since you and Nishinoya were gone. As he made his way to the club room, he felt the anxiety return. He just wanted to go home and NEVER come back. Luck was not on his side, however, because right as he opened the club room door, he saw two people he REALLY wanted to avoid.

Nishinoya and Tsukishima.

The libero had been in the middle of asking his taller friend a question, when both of them looked at Tanaka.

“Well, he’s right there. So why don’t you ask him?” Tsukishima huffed as he crossed his arms. Nishinoya wasted no time and turned to face his best friend.

“What Tsukishima said… is it true?” Tanaka had never heard Nishinoya’s voice like that before. It was low and held hostility, which was really rare for him. Tanaka never wanted to admit it, he refused to accept it, himself. The last person he wanted to be in love with was you. But people never got to choose in situations like this. Tanaka’s gaze fell to the ground and he nodded pathetically.

“Yes.” Nishinoya scoffed and looked away, unable to believe what he was hearing. Earlier, he wanted to believe it was nothing but a joke, that’s why he treated it like one. But as the seconds passed, too many questions started popping up. How many times had Tanaka just… been there to help you? How many times did Tanaka do things for you, claiming it was just for a friend? How many times was Tanaka caught staring at you or complimenting you? Just how much did Tanaka love you? And Nishinoya knew nothing about it.

Things were somewhat tense, since. During the practice sessions that you didn’t attend, the two were fine. They were both goofing off as if nothing ever happened. But for the sessions you were at, Noya was always partially defensive. He would always wonder if Tanaka’s thinking about you or looking at you. During your hangouts (whether it would be with the team or just the two), Tanaka kept his distance, while Noya was often holding on to you in some way. Overtime, you started to wonder whether that outburst in the gym was true or not. After seeing the way Tanaka and Noya acted, the truth was kind of obvious.

In the end, Tanaka and Noya were still good friends but it was never the same. They were too close for someone to tear them apart… but to create a rift, that was very possible.

♢ Kotaro Bokuto ♢

You had been dating Bokuto for about five months, which was surprising due to a couple of reasons. Bokuto was very devoted to volleyball, more than the average player, so how could he potentially have a stable relationship like that? Well, somehow he managed. You eventually started spending a lot of time with him and his best friend, Akaashi Keiji. All was well until Akaashi one day realized he no longer felt the same way a friend should feel toward another friend. It took him a minute, but he finally admitted it. He was in love with you.

Neither you nor Bokuto know because he was really good at masking his feelings. Of course there were slip ups here and there, but nothing to be concerned about. Akaashi found it harder and harder to contain his feelings. There were times where he just felt so uncomfortable, he would physically need to leave. He didn’t hate Bokuto though, how could he? Bokuto was the reason you smiled every single day and your happiness was Akaashi’s happiness. But all good things have to come to and end someday and today just happened to be one of them.

“Isn’t (y/n) so cute?” Bokuto giggled as he showed Akaashi his phone, where there was a picture of you. His dark-haired friend looked over, his eyes glancing over the beautiful picture. You looked so happy, so carefree, so radiant. He could feel the warmth in his chest, yet the happiness didn’t reach his eyes or lips. Akaashi only nodded as he returned to the book in front of him.

Bokuto gushed over you all the time, this was nothing new. Akaashi was used to it, always doing his best to ignore the twinge of jealousy that he often felt. Akaashi wasn’t one to express too much emotion and this was no exception. It’s what made it easy to hide his love for you. Akaashi’s eyes were always on you. Every time you three would spend time together, he would find himself looking at you often.

It didn’t take long before he’d started to pick up on your habits. Cute little things such as fiddling, whether you played with your hair or not, the little face you made when you were concentrating, the way your fingers tapped on the table, or when you would hold Bokuto’s arm… everything.

“(y/n)-chan’s so cute when they nibble their food like that!” Bokuto babbled on, showing a video of you nibbling on a rice ball. “They have such adorable habits~”

“Or the way they clap twice every single time you serve.” Akaashi mentioned, offhandedly, his eyes never leaving the book in front of him. Bokuto paused and looked at his friend.

“Wh-what do you mean?”

“(y/n) claps twice every time you’re up to serve. Not only that, but they also clap twice every time you spike a ball and wave at them. It’s this little habit they’ve developed. I think it’s like a good luck thing now.” Bokuto paused to think about it… he’d never really noticed. But… why did Akaashi know this? Akaashi’s usually on the court with him so when did he have time to look at you?

“That’s weird that you know that. Do you stare at (y/n) a lot or something? It’s cuz they’re so blindingly beautiful, right?” Bokuto’s eyes returned to the phone screen as he let out a little laugh; his words were originally a joke so he definitely didn’t expect Akaashi’s response.

“Yeah.” Bokuto looked at his friend once more, this time with shock written all over his face. Finally, the phone slipped from the volleyball player’s hand as he turned to his friend, ready to ask him something he really didn’t want the answer for.

“Dude… do-do you like (y/n) or something?” There was still a light-hearted tone and Bokuto was begging for Akaashi to just insult him or something, but he didn’t. Finally, Akaashi raised his head, his eyes meeting the ace’s. Bokuto tensed, unable to breathe. The look in Akaashi’s eyes was exactly the look he would have when looking at you. No, Akaashi didn’t just like you, he loved you. “No way… you love (y/n).”

Finally, Akaashi shut the book he was reading and sighed. He wanted to deny it, but he couldn’t. Akaashi didn’t have the energy to deny his immense love for you. He’d been denying it all this time now and he was tired. After standing up and gathering his things, Akaashi stopped at the door and spoke.

“Yeah, I’m in love with (y/n)... but that’s none of your business.” Then he left. Bokuto was left in silence as his best friend’s words rang in his ears over and over.

Things were kind of tense between you three. Bokuto didn’t completely shun Akaashi and the latter pretended as if nothing happened. Bokuto desperately wanted to talk to him about it, but Akaashi never let him. He claimed it wasn’t something they needed to talk about, they were fine before and they should be fine now. Things were left unresolved and you were still in the dark. You confronted both of them, separately, and neither gave you a proper response, claiming it was just a small disagreement.

You did end up finding out, eventually, and asked Akaashi about it. He told you not to worry about it and refused to talk about it afterward. Akaashi’s habits never changed; he wasn’t overbearing, he didn’t flirt, he didn’t treat you any differently. Overtime, both you and Bokuto got over it and things returned to normal. Days went on normally, even if Akaashi was suffering. At the end of the day, seeing the person he loved smiling always brought him some form of solace.

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krak-jj · 3 months

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addict Kentarō Kyōtani x reader

warnings! fluff to angst?

wc:190

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"breath in through your nose. breath out through your mouth. breath in, 1. 2. 3. breath out, 1. 2. 3."

your voice was addictive. no matter how much he tried to focus on anything else, him hearing you help his teammate distract himself from an injured finger sounded...addictive. he didn't know how. it just was. and he hated how much he would turn his head or advert his eye to look in the direction your delectable voice came from.

no matter where he was, it wasn't hard to pinpoint where your voice was. not one bit.

he could be in a crowded hall. you could be in the stands while he was on the court. he could be in class and hear your voice as you pass by.

in short words, he was addicted. addicted to the sweet velvet sound your voice made, how you made him feel, the way his eyes searched for you in any situation.

it. was. amazing. he didn't know how else to describe it. but only if you weren't with somebody, somebody he respected. then maybe he could be addicted to you without worry.

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kentobb · 3 hours

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Hate that I love you. (Part 01)

Characters: Kyotani Kentaro x Female Reader (slight mention of Toru Oikawa)

Warning: Foul Language

Kentaro Kyotani does not want to admit that he remembers how he met you. If anybody heard the way he spoke with such delicacy and softness about that moment, they would immediately assume that he is in love with you. Which he is, but he would rather be kicked in the balls than admitting something like that.

He met you in the bustling halls of the elementary school, among the giggles and chatter of the other kids. His heart was captured as he saw you, as you made your way to ask him if you could play with him.

“C-Can I play with you?” You stuttered, as you looked him in the eyes.

How come you weren’t scared of him? How come you didn’t flinch away from him like the other kids did?

“Whatever,” He replied as he rolled his eyes, trying to be nonchalant about it. As if his heart wasn’t jumping out of excitement.

You were his first friend.

And his first crush…

At first, he dismisses it as a passing fancy, a silly crush destined to fade with time. But as years slipped by, your presence remained a constant warmth in his life.

Because you were more than just his friend, you were his confidante, his ally in the maze of school life. You helped him with assignments, shared your notes and nudged him towards success. When he stumbled, you were there to pick him up, encouragement a steady anchor in stormy seas.

You made him laugh until his sides hurt, the one who he would share his deepest secrets with beneath the shade of the playful tree, the one who sat as you scolded him with a gentle hand when he veered off course.

The only girl, apart from his mom that he treated kindly as if you were delicate like a leaf, as if your feelings were build out of crystal.

But why does it seem that fate plays a cruel hand?

Why are you dating that idiot? Why are you dating his captain?

Yes, he knew you had a crush on his captain for a while. But he thought that you would know by time that Toru Oikawa it’s a fuckboy. That he collects girls like pokemon cards and does not give a single fuck.

“You do know the kind of guy he is…. Right?” He said, his voice low and hesitant. “Like it’s not a secret…”

“Ken, I know the rumors,” You began, “But that doesn’t mean they are true.”

He clenched his jaw, fighting back the surge of emotions threatening to overwhelm him. He knew he had no right to feel this way, but jealousy gnawed at him from the inside out.

“What do you mean they are not true?” He spoke, “He has like a hundred exes,” He sighed

You tilted your head. studying him with those kind eyes that had ensnared his heart from the very beginning. "I know his reputation, Ken. But people can change. And Toru... he's been different with me. He's been... kind."

The word struck him like a blow to the chest. Kind. Wasn't that what he had always strived to be for you? Yet here you were, finding kindness in the arms of someone else. "Sweet words don't mean anything, you know," he muttered, his gaze fixed on the ground. "He's just using them to get what he wants."

A gentle hand on his arm made him look up, meeting her gaze once more. "Ken, are you... jealous?"

The question hung in the air between them, heavy with unspoken truths.His heart raced, his mind scrambling for an excuse, a way to deflect the truth that threatened to spill from his lips. "What? No way! I'm just... I'm just worried about you, that's all."

You smiled, a bittersweet expression that tore at his soul. "I appreciate your concern, Ken Ken. But I can take care of myself. And I want to give Toru a chance. Can't you support me in this?"

His throat tightened with the words he longed to say, the confession he dared not speak aloud. "Of course," he forced out, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll support you, no matter what."

You leaned in to hug him, Kyotani closed his eyes, willing himself to swallow the bitter taste of unspoken love. But as your arms wrapped around him, he couldn't help but wonder... would he ever find the courage to tell you the truth?

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hoeforinarizaki · 1 year

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AS DAYS GO BY.

Type: Scenario

Aoba Johsai x Dying!Fem!Reader (Whole Team)

Summary: Staying always by their side, the team had learned to always be by yours as well. But as days go by, sometimes even the best things in life haave to go very soon. Or so it is.

Warnings: Cursing, Death, Angst To Fluff, Ghosts

You sat, expressionless on the bench. Face leaning upwars to the sky, you enjoyed the calm peace the stars in the tranquil night had provided. Focusing quietly, your eyes darted around to look for the brightest one– you had always did that every single time you went stargazing.

"How beautiful." You mutter, as your eyes reflected the clear galaxy right above. Right it was. "Not as beautiful as you." Another voice comes along, and your head smoothly turns around to look at the culprit. Ah, of course. It's your team. Never once had they separated when they were around you. It was pretty obvious, but still sweet how they really just want to hang out with you. To be very honest...it was cute.

With a small smile twitching onto your mouth, you looked away. "Is that so..." Seems practice already ended. You just sat at the back of the gym, around the grassy hill at the back of the school. You enjoyed it since it was quiet, and no one was to bother. Standing up, Iwaizumi offers you a hand. You accept.

Times like these were so nice– always wanting things to stay this way with all those you loved, it just had you a good feeling. It is indeed the best though, isn't it? To feel so loved and accomplished. Every single minute that passed, you cherished them as much as they did with you. Hell, Seijoh loved you. Some confessed, but you never gave back an answer.

And the reason why...had come, during that day.

...

"Liar. Fucking liar." Oikawa stressfully states, his tears already theatening to spill out of his glistening eyes. The sound of a dangerous slow heart monitor was in tow, everyone else in the team standing right beside the hospital bed. So why didn't you even tell them? When you promised to always say what was on your mind? Did you not trust them enough?

You struggled to move, and yet smiled ever so softly as the captain began to cry. Yes...this was fine. Maybe you can't be happy anymore because this is happening– they still have a long life ahead of them and they can be the ones carrying out that happiness instead.

With a shakened sigh, you try your best to move you head to look at them all. "You knew it, didn't you...Kindaichi? Kunimi?" Knowing that they saw you collapse that day at school right before lunch. The horror visible to their faces, you could never forget that. Kindaichi's hands balled into fists.

"Why didn't you say anything?!" He shouts, and Kunimi grips his sshoulder to stop him from going even further. But the moment itself had already felt too heated. "Sorry...i guess it's just by bad luck huh?" You giggle. You always smiled. No matter how bad it all was, you always kept an optimistic attitude.

Is that why they're so drawn to you? And even so now, they're so awetruck on how you kept happy even though you're probably on the verge of death? "I don't understand you.." Kindaichi's voice cracks, and he backs off. The four third years were the only ones tearing up which was ironic, but the others had already been full on sobbing their hearts out. Why– why did it have to be you of all people? Their sweet, precious manager.

"Well..." You spoke, earning their attention. "I'm actually very sad right now. But what can i do about it? It's already happening, so i might as just smile to ease the pain a little." Softly speaking, you were slowly closing your eyes. Yahaba kept holding onto your hands as if it were the most important thing in the world, squeezing it tight not wanting you to have your rest just yet.

"No...i don't want you to leave." Watari mumbles, gripping his uniform pants tight. He was already crying, so nothing else really mattered anymore. It was all...just you. The fact you're dying right now and nothing could be done about it, hurt so much. "Please...don't take my sunshine away." Sobbing, Kunimi whispers to himself.

Beep.........beep.........beep.........

Time was moving forwards, there was no more going back now. Your breathing became more shallow, and this was not gone unnoticed by your friends. "(Y/N)." Hanamaki held onto the foot of the bed, not wanting to accept. No, no. Please don't–

With the weakest smile you could manage, your hand goes up to slowly caress Yahaba's tear stained face. Upon the action, he had began to cry even harder because of your weak stature. "Hey, i want you to do me..a favor. J-Just.." Your voice croaks, finally giving up the smile you had once had. "Since now i can't see you guys go to nationals...i want you to keep living until the day we must reunite with each other. Okay?" You began to slowen...

"Wait..(Y/N), don't leave..." Matsukawa mutters, barely looking at you at this point. His eyes were drooping down, not wanting to look at the you he had once known. Your voice kept replaying in their heads, not once faltering. Right. And yet, once the day comes they get to see you again, it'll take so long...

.........Beeeeeeeeeeep............

...So i guess now, it's time let go. Hysterical crying and begging could be heard inside the hospital that night. Even the nurses or the doctor themselves managed to pull those boys away from your body. The moment the next day came, they went home reluctantly as well. No one...felt motivated anymore.

What was volleyball again? Oh right, the sport they pursue. Every day at practice, they could barely even focus right while playing. Missing serves, bumping into each other, not having enough energy to save the ball...just everything. Oikawa felt the worst for not knowing your condition earlier. Why didn't his dumb brain realize you were suffering? Why did he not do anything before you collapsed that day..?!

Because of their unwilling selves, they were easily beaten by Karasuno and lost the privilege of being in nationals. Well then, guess this is how it ends. Sometimes things really don't go the way you want them to, really. It may be painful, but then again, no one can predict the future anyway.

"(Y/N)...(Y/N)...(Y/N)..."

The third years cried every night, chanting your name over and over and not a single day was even spared from their mourning. The second years were barely almost passing their exams due to pressure of your death. The first years? They never once stopped visiting your grave at all.

There was despair in their hearts, complete drowned in the sea of guilty and sadness. Was there hope? Maybe, but even if there was the chance of seeing you with them again was low as hell. So maybe that's why...

Maybe that's why they were so happy to see you again.

...

Now it was your time to cry. Surprisingly, almost more than 50 years later they came to you looking like they always did when you watched over them as close as you could be. Older, dashing and handsome men that you used to manage over. "Finally...reunited huh?" Caressing your cheek, Iwaizumi couldn't believe it. As they always say, your younger self will alway live on with you deep inside your heart. Even after death, comes eternal peace and wished youth.

"You still look like the (Y/N) we know." Matsukawa jokes, and you could only laugh by the intense happiness you genuinely felt. Now it was finally time for a genuine smile again. Rushing forward to group hug your favorite team, your arms were pulled and your feet almost tripped if it wasn't for Kentarō supporting your hips. Your face was flushed.

"What–?" Before you asked, a soft pairs of lips had taken your own, much to the dismay of the others. So soft...and it felt nice though it was slightly awkward. You guessed it to be Yahaba. Pulling back, Kentarō bonks him over the head. "I can't hold it back okay i missed her!" The brown haired boy argues.

Despite the time cut short, it was so much nicer to not be alone during the times you needed more them most. Guess sad endings didn't exist after all. Evem at the end of the day, after all the stress and tears shed, night will always come and give you the rest you always needed. And to reunite with your loved ones, was definitely a very good thing after all.

...

BONUS!

...

Looking around in boredom, you walked the streets of Tokyo as you always did when you wanted to see something fun. Yawning, you even wondered why being transparent and dead was cool. Nobody saw you so could try making pranks, but then you forgot you were basically gonna go through everything except your own supernatural friends.

"Hey, girlie!" Oikawa jumps to your side, almost scaring you shitless once you heard him. Sighing, you look at him with the most annoyed expression you could make. "What?" "Since we are technically ghosts now and nobody can see us, how about we have a little fun~?" "STOP IT ALREADY TOORU–"

Right in the distance, the boys prayed for their captain. "Damn, he got called by his first name. F in the chat guys." Hanamaki dramatically claps his hands. Watari snorts. "Poor guy indeed."

#aoba josai x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu!!#hanamaki x reader #haikyuu matsukawa #seijoh #yahaba x reader #seijoh x reader #dying au #ghost au #oikawa tooru #oikawa fluff #kyotani kentaro #shinji watari #aoba johsai #angst prompt #angst to fluff #comfort

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prettykitty3061 · 1 year

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I started a request and fucking hated it so take my scraps for now

Content warning : toxicity, reader is like scared of maddog idfk, i genuinely cant explain what the fuck is happening in this.

literally just angst 😱😱

kyotani and you had always been known as that one “forbidden couple”, you were way too pretty and sarcastic to be with an always upset guy, especially not one nicknamed “mad-dog.” but none of that mattered, in literal seconds of meeting him, you were automatically on top of him, asking him silly questions like what his favorite colour was and why he looked so mean. okay maybe not silly questions, but still made him frustrated after just one question. after days and days of you trying to get him to pay attention to you, you finally bribed iwaizumi to talk to you so that the always angry rascal would look at you. over time you started to understand him, and he was less bitchy to you, but there were still times where he just couldnt stand you, which was why you were in the situation you were in now.

all you wanted was for him to wrap his arm around you or for him to just let you at least hug him. it wouldnt be so hard, right? well today was different than other days, today kentaro had lost to karasuno, a team he had encountered, surprised, gotten into a feud with, and lost to. now it wasnt that you didn’t understand it, you understood every play and every tactic used, but what you couldnt understand was why kentaro had blamed it all on himself. granted, kyotani was a very pent up and frustrated person, but never had he actually been frustrated towards himself and guilty because of it.

you thought that trying to cuddle and comfort him would at least make him just a bit less angry, but you were wrong. very wrong. it seems that it only just fueled the fire of pity in himself, making him slightly snap. in just a few seconds you had been ripped off of his side and practically thrown to the other side of the couch.

as alerts went through your head, trying to find a way to calm him down, all of them were washed over with a rush of fear as you saw his hand come towards you. immediately you go to further back away from him and put your arms up, glancing at the shock in his eyes, that were staring right back at your eyes filled with fear and shock.

as your mind goes blank, not even comprehending what you just did, kyotani pulls his hand away, just staring at you, but instead of his eyes being shocked, they were now drowning in guilt, actually his whole face was. his lips werent pulled down in the pout he usually stars, it was now slightly agape, taking in sharp breaths. additionally, his eyebrows were furrowed and pointy down at their opposing sides.

just as you went to go and sit back up, to spout out a sorry, and try to understand what was going on in his head, he rushed off of the tattered cushions and out of the room. as your eyes and head followed him, he kept his back to you, and continued to lock himself in the bathroom that was attached to his room.

im sorry this is so fuckin horrible 😭😭

#kyotani x reader #kyoutani x reader #kyoutani kentarou #kyotani kentaro #hq kyoutani #kyoutani scenario #haikyuu kyoutani #haikyuu kyotani #kyotani headcanons #haikyu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu angst

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rishiguro · 1 year

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INTRODUCTION; IWA'S SQUAD

(y/n)‘s squad

fun facts !

after finishing his studies, iwa came back to japan and is now an athletic trainer in tokyo

oikawa lives in argentina, but visits his family and friends regularly (especially during off-season)

mattsun and makki live next door to each other

oikawa‘s twitter header is made by makki

kyotani kept in touch with iwaizumi after he graduated high school

evanescent

/ɛvəˈnɛs(ə)nt,iːvəˈnɛs(ə)nt/ — “soon passing out of sight, memory, or existence; quickly fading or disappearing.”

mlist | previous | next

#₊❏❜ ⋮evanescent #iwaizumi x reader #haikyuu smau #haikyuu angst #haikyuu x reader #hq smau #hq angst #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi hajime #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu social media au #oikawa tooru #matsukawa issei #hanamaki takahiro #kyotani kentaro

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natashawritesstuff · 2 years

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based on "the exit" by conan gray <3

Three words. That was all it took to end your five-year relationship with Kyotani.

“You're really mean,” you whisper, you have tears streaming down your face and you look at him with broken eyes and it’s clear; it’s his fault.

“If I’m so mean, then why are you with me?” he asks, already knowing the answer.

“Wha-”

“Cause I don’t think you should be.”

“What are you saying-”

“I don’t think we should- we shouldn’t…we have to break up.

You spend the next few weeks helping him pack his things, deciding who keeps what, trying to fix things, making them worse, making up, before drifting even further apart. Eventually realizing: it’s a lost cause.

When he leaves he pulls you in for a hug, way too tight for comfort but you squeeze him just as hard back as if you let go he’ll disappear- because he will. He lets go and plants a long kiss on your forehead before he gives you a wobbly smile.

“I love you,” he tells you and you shake your head.

“Don’t leave me,” you quietly plead.

“This hurts me just as-”

“So. Don’t. Leave. Me.”

Looking at the pain in your eyes breaks his heart all over again and it takes everything in him to not go. He leaves anyway.

You keep in contact, severing ties completely was too much for the both of you. At the very least you needed each other in your lives in any capacity possible. It’s fucked but it somehow brought you comfort knowing he was in just as much pain as you were. Not that you wanted him to hurt, but knowing that he was made it seem like the relationship was at least worth something.

For you, it was worth an open wound. No matter how many talks the two of you have or how much you reflect on the situation you can never get closure, or get it to close. And you thought the same for him.

That’s until his new post finds its way to your feed, him and his new girlfriend. It’s not like you didn’t want him to be happy, but since you were nineteen you never pictured that for him without you; or with someone else.

You have an open wound, and she stitched him up. You’re left mourning the loss of your first love, alone. Three words.

“She said yes.”

he released superache 2 hours ago and I don't know how to act

part two

Aoba Johsai Materlist

Return to Main Masterlist

fuffly posts (to feel better)

angsty posts (to feel worse♡)

#kyotani x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu angst to fluff #haikyuu angst #haikyuu aces x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu domestic #kyotani fluff #haikyuu hurt comfort #hq kyotani #kentaro kyotani #kyotani headcanons #kyotani imagine

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tobxiyu · 6 months

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໑ — tobio's master list.

/ᐠ. .ᐟ\ฅ fluff, crack, angst & smau || established relationship || haikyuu.

note. enjoy reading my works!! i love you all <3

• KARASUNO — Fly.

shoyo hinata

losing them/losing you at the mall

tobio kageyama

losing them/losing you at the mall

koushi sugawara

losing them/losing you at the mall

your socials as sugawara koushi's gf!

bf texts

sawamura daichi

nothing yet . . .

chikahara ennoshita

nothing yet . . .

yuu nishinoya

nothing yet . . .

kei tsukishima

bf texts

tadashi yamaguchi

nothing yet . . .

shimizu kiyoko

nothing yet . . .

hitoka yachi

nothing yet . . .

• SEIJIOH — Rule the Court.

tooru oikawa

bf texts

hajime iwaizumi

nothing yet . . .

takahiro hanamaki

bf texts.

issei matsukawa

nothing yet . . .

akira kunimi

losing them/losing you at the mall

kentaro kyotani

nothing yet . . .

• DATE TECH — Iron Wall of Date.

kenji futakuchi

nothing yet . . .

takanobu aone

nothing yet . . .

kanji koganegawa

nothing yet . . .

• SHIRATORIZAWA — Irresistable Force.

wakatoshi ushijima

nothing yet . . .

tendou satori

nothing yet . . .

eita semi

nothing yet . . .

kenjirou shirabu

losing them/losing you at the mall

tsutomu goshiki

nothing yet . . .

taichi kawanishi

nothing yet . . .

• NEKOMA — Connect.

kenma kozume

nothing yet . . .

tetsurou kuroo

nothing yet . . .

morisuke yaku

nothing yet . . .

lev haiba

nothing yet . . .

• INARIZAKI — We Don’t Need Memories.

shinsuke kita

bf texts

rintaro suna

losing them/losing you at the mall

atsumu miya

nothing yet . . .

osamu miya

nothing yet . . .

• FUKORODANI — Pour all your soul into each ball

koutaro bokuto

nothing yet..

keiji akaashi

bf texts.

akinori konoha

nothing yet..

OTHERS — johzenji && itachiyama

yuuji terushima

nothing yet . . .

kiyoomi sakusa

losing them/losing you at the mall

bf texts

lizuna tsukasa

Nothing yet . . .

motoya komori

nothing yet . . .

#masterlist #haikyuu sugawara #haikyuu kenma #haikyuu nishinoya #haikyuu hinata #haikyuu #hq shirabu #haikyuu smau #hq smau #sakusa kiyoomi #haikyuu kageyama #haikyuu shirabu #tsukishima x reader

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mackjlee9 · 1 year

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Alright, imma post a list of one-shots that have a plot for but I just have no idea which one I should write first so 🤷‍♀️

Heads up~!! There's a lot. Some may change a bit, and the smut to fluff/angst ratio is... wild.

I won't write the plots, but I'll add the warnings to the smut ones.

•|Takami Keigo/Hawks [published]

Warning; praising, overstimulation, dumbification, daddy kink, rimming.

Uhh, you basically played with one of his feathers.

•|Afab!Kibutsuji Muzan

Warning; cunningulus.

•|Oujo Masato

Warning; uh... corruption kink maybe?

It's a smut/lime one but I haven't come up with anything specific yet.

•|Yoigoshi Tatsuya

Warning; camboy!yoigoshi, college au, anal masturbation(?

•|Mammon [published]

Warning; stuck in a wall, overstimulation, mind-break, master/sir kink (I haven't decided yet)

•|Kyotani Kentaro

Warning; 3rdyear!kyotani/reader, edging, begging, overstimulation, orgasm denial, mind-break.

•|Shinomiya Ayato

Warning; consented non-con language, overstimualtion, corruption kink, virgin!ayato, college au.

•|Yukihira Soma

Warning; breeding kink, overstimulation, passing out.

•|Jinguji Jakurai

Unfinished

Warning; overstimulation -fkin again?!-, begging, riding, multiple orgasm, drunk!horny!jakurai.

•|Todoroki Touya/Dabi

Warning; collaring, rough sex, riding, powerbottom!dabi, sub!reader.

•|Ryuguji Ken/Draken

Warning; choking, smaller!top.

•|Ryoumen Sukuna & Gojo Satoru

Warning; uh... threesome, and idk what else.

•|Gojo Satoru

Warning; praising, feminization, edging, overestimation.

More warnings; mentions of itadori x reader, mentions of megumi x reader, voyeurism, degradation, dry jumping, double blowjob.

•|Childe/Tartaglia

Warning; belly bulge, overestimation, s&m play, degradation, shibari and maybe... cbt play.

•|Sakusa Kiyoomi

Warning; semi-public, blowjob, dry humping, praising and degrading, hair pulling. Optional; assjob, edging, orgasm denial.

•|Sniper Mask

Warning; choking, breeding kink, hair pulling, biting.

•|Albedo

Warning; overstimulation 😒, praising, choking, hair pulling, body worship.

•|Nakajima Atsushi

Warning; breeding kink, overstimulation 😬, edging, toys usage, handcuffs usage, bondage or shibari.

•|Levi Ackerman

Warning; edging, degrading, choking, daddy/sir kink, omegaverse au, modern au.

•|Dazai Osamu

Warning; crossdressing, face-sitting, rimming, double penetration (not a threesome)

•|Scaramouche

Warning; dacryphilia, overstimulation, edging, mind-break.

One of my moots requested this 👀👀 of course, I made the plot and came up with the kinks.

•|Dazai Osamu & Nakahara Chuuya

Warning; threesome and idk what else.

•|Xiao

Warning; size kink, feminization, dacryphilia.

•|Ushijima Wakatoshi

Warning; blowjob, non-con somnophilia, powerbottom!wakatoshi.

•|Olivine

Warning; uh... nipple play maybe?

•|Lee:Palefire

Warning; bareback, pulling on his horns, mind-break, breeding kink and cnc.

•|Loid Forger

Warning; infidelity, semi-public, overstimulation, dumbification, degrading and a bit of dirty talk, size difference, manhandling, feminization.

•|Luxiem/Noctyx/Shoto

Warning; cockwarming.

•|Asta

Warning; public sex, overstimulation, rough sex, size kink

•|Amajiki Tamaki

Warning; pegging (ftm reader), orgasm denial, rimming, collaring, praising, slight masochism (scratches, bites), bondage, vibrator usage.

•|Neko!Amajiki Tamaki

Warning; top!ftm!reader

•|Omega!Bakugou Katsuki

Warning; alpha!ftm!reader

•|Choi Saeyoung/Luciel/707

Warning; crossdressing!707

•|Maid!Shiba Taiju Headcanons

(SFW)

•|Monoma Neito

Fluff and Angst

•|Chinen Miya

Platonic Fluff

•|Ash Lynx & Okumura Eiji [Published]

Angst

•|Diluc Ragnvindr

Angst, hurt/no comfort, death.

•|Suna Rintaro [Published]

Plot based of from This Side Of Paradise. Mentions of homophobia & toxic relationship.

#.mackjlee9 rants #.mackjlee9 writes #.mackjlee9

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bunnys-kisses · 1 year

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U・x・U

hey everyone, your favourite floppy eared writer here! i’ve finally come up with a list of what i’m willing to writing to prompt people to send me ideas (yay!).

currently i’m open to writing for haikyuu, my hero academia, chainsaw man, jujustu kaisen, demon slayer, and some k-pop. basically this blog is a read at your own risk, read what you like or maybe try something new and always remember, read the tags.

listed below are the characters/people i’ll write for! the ones in italics i’m especially interested in writing.

haikyuu: daichi sawamura, koshi sugawara, asahi azumane, yu nishinoya, ryūnosuke tanaka, shoyo hinata, tobio kageyama, kei tsukshima, tadashi yamaguchi, tetsuro kuroo, kenma kozume, lev haiba, yaku morisuke, toru oikawa, hajime iwaizumi, kentaro kyotani, issei matsukawa, takahiro hanamaki, takanobu aone, kotaro bokuto, keiji akaashi, wakatoshi ushijima, satori tendo, kiyoomi sakusa, shinsuke kita, aran ojiro, atsumu miya, osamu miya, rintaro suna, shugo meian, keishin ukai

demon slayer: giyu tomioka, kyojuro rengoku, tengen uzui, gyomei himejima

my hero academia: keigo takami (hawks), enji todoroki (endeavor), dabi, shota aizawa (eraserhead), toshinori yagi (all might), taishiro toyomitsu (fat gum), hizashi yamada (present mic)

chainsaw man: aki hayakawa, captain kishibe

jujustu kaisen: satoru gojo, toji fushiguro, suguru geto, kento nanami, ryomen sukuna

others: hatake kakashi (naruto), roronoa zoro (one piece), kojiro nanjo/joe (sk8)

k-pop: kim seok-jin (jin), min yoongi (suga),jung ho-seok (j-hope), kim namjoon (rm), park jimin (jimin), kim taehyung (v), jeon jungkook (jungkook), lee hoseok (wonho)

i am open to writing smut, fluff, angst, combinations of them. long fics, short fics. i try to focus on one character/person per post, but i am willing to make the same idea work for multiple characters/people. i specialize in daddy kink though, so i will write all the daddy kink you’d ever want. all i ask is nothing with minors, for example all the haikyuu characters are aged up to their present selves, roughly in their mid twenties.

i write male, female, gender neutral readers, along with readers of colour and plus size readers! i also do polyam relationships. i’m flexible with what you, the reader, want to see.

so please, send me ideas! i’d love to hear from you so i can write and post more!

that’s all from your local rabbit, i’ll see you in the inbox and on my next post! be safe and stay sexy.

xoxo, bunny

U・x・U

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iisasarcasticlittleshite · 1 year

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Haikyuu Masterlist

Created: 4/11/2022

Updated: 14/09/2023

It's my first attempt at a masterlist because the posts were getting rather numerous, please let me know if anything doesn't work like it should!

Hinata Shoyo

Soulmate AU

Money Talks

Challenge Accepted (MALE Reader)

Fluffy drabble

Smut, with Comedy as Aftercare

Priceless

Kageyama Tobio

Soulmate AU

Prompt Request #9 (Platonic)

Prompt Request #6 (SPICY)

Sundays (MALE Reader)

The Goddess and Her Gladiator

Hopeless Navigator

Yamaguchi Tadashi

Prompt Request #10 (Fluff)

Tsukishima Kei

No one but me

Nishinoya Yuu

Affectionate Thief

Bokuto Koutaro

Sing me a Lullaby Pt.1

Sing me a Lullaby Pt.2

Comfort Blurb

Show-Off

You perfect, me yours

Being best friends with Kuroo and Bokuto

Iwaizumi Hajime

My Bombshell

Fluffy Drabble

Oikawa Tooru

Angst (TW Alcohol Abuse)

Fiercely Independent

Fuck You

Kyotani Kentaro

Intimidating Pt.1

Intimidating Pt.2 (Tattoo artist flavour).

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Self Request (Fluff)

Eita Semi

Wholesome new Relationship

Tendou Satori

Prompt #10 AO3 Request

Guessing Change

Miya Atsumu

Not the same

Relationship Goals

Bilingual Reader 1

Who Said it (M.Atsumu)

Miya Osamu

Christmas Miracle

Scary Who?

Looking at me

Suna Rintaro

Nap With Me

Nightmares

Kuroo Tetsurou

Party Animal

Be Kind to Yourself (Ask)

Being best friends with Kuroo and Bokuto

Karasuno VBC (Headcanons)

The things their partner knows about them that no one else ever will

Random Haikyuu Prompts that I need the motivation to write

Soft Haikyuu HCs

Weak Immune System: Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4

#haikyuu angst #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu fluff #x reader #haikyuu x reader

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mango-bango-bby · 2 years

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Hii! I love your work so much 💗 so I was wondering if you could do something for Kyotani!

we’re his s/o is really sweet and one day he gets in a fight and they tell him to stop fighting and the reader gets upset with him. And him not wanting to upset his s/o he kisses them and tells him that he will try for them

Thank youu Mangoo!!🫶🏻

♡ Fight for You ♡

(A/N: I love writing for Kyotani, he’s just a cutie 🥺🥺💞 I honestly love this concept because Kyo is definitely the type of guy to get into fights and then just be guilty because he knows you don’t like it when he does that 🥺🥺🥺)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, overprotectiveness, fights, mentions of injury, slight angst

Summary: You hate when Kyotani gets into fights yet he still does (Yan!Kyotani x GN!reader)

Masterlist ➸ ♡

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

You and Kyotani were completely opposites. While he has rough, you were soft. Where he was harsh, you were kind. It wasn’t always a bad thing but in situations like this, it got you two into trouble. Mostly because of Kyotani’s aggressive nature with others (besides you).

You gently press the cotton pad against his face, cleaning the wound now clear on his right cheek. He has his usual frown on, usually he doesn’t frown around you but now he’s not even looking you in the eye. He doesn’t want to look at you because he feels guilty. He feels guilty because he knows you hate it when he gets into fights, yet he still got into one.

“Almost done, Kentaro” You say, grabbing the bandage to place on one of the injures which was still bleeding a bit. He still doesn’t look at you, instead looking off to the side. “Hey, what’s wrong? Does it hurt?” You ask, cupping his cheek so he doesn’t have a choice but to look at you.

“You’re upset at me” He grumbles, finally looking at you and seeing those kind eyes he loves. “I’m not upset with you” you say, bring another cotton pad go a different cut on his face. “I mean, I am a little. I just- I don’t like it whenever you get into fights. I don’t like when you’re hurt” You say, sighing before you speak.

“I know” Kyotani says lowly. He just kept getting in fights, fights over you. Not that he would ever let you know that. He just couldn’t help all of the violent urges that he was filled with when someone not only insulted you, but also when someone complimented you. He just wanted everyone to see that you were his, they didn’t deserve to look at you. So he fought, he fought for you.

“I won’t get into another one” Kyotani says, looking at the pout on your face. “That’s what you said last time...” you mumble, sadly. “I just don’t get why you fight, ‘Taro. If you’re so angry, why can’t you talk to me? I’m your partner, it’s hurt me not only when you get hurt but when you don’t talk to me” you say, your eyes becoming a bit teary before you wipe your eyes to conceal it.

“Sorry...” Kyotani mumbles. God, he hated when he made you upset. He was your boyfriend, yet he’s making you so upset. He didn’t deserve you, in his mind. You give him a small smile. “It’s ok, I forgive you” You say, pulling him into a hug.

Kyotani would tell you that he got into fights only over you, however he doesn’t. Because he knows you’d be even more upset. He wouldn’t stop fighting for you. At least until everyone saw that you were his. Perhaps maybe he needs to not let you out as much, convince you to stay home so no one else looks at you.

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#yandere haikyuu #soft yandere #yandere kyotani #yandere kyoutani #yandere!kyotani #yandere kyotani x reader #yandere kentaro #yandere!kentaro #yandere kentaro x reader

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soranihimawari · 2 years

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Flicker

—a short story centered around a spark—

Pairing: platonic!mattsun x reader// timeskip!kyotani x reader

Word count: 4.5-4.7k

Rating: MIA-> KKF (mattsun angst(?) to kyotani fluff)

Warnings: talks of resolving unrequited love; confessions; suggestive ending; young adult love

Pyrotechnics is not really in your wheelhouse. To be frank, it shouldn’t be in anyone’s wheelhouse considering your everyday jobs outside of this safe haven of a hotel by the sea consists of a hodgepodge of volleyball nets, clipboards, timers, and other tools of the sport. Funnily enough when your phone vibrates with group chat notifications, you realize you’re sort of looking forward to seeing the lads once more. Apparently, thanks to the randomizer, you were the one who had to procure the vehicle rental permit (and said car) to pick up the first set of travelers at the train station; someone left Iwazumi in charge of groceries because of course the one task he felt the most confident in outside of training was the food intake for everyone; Mattsukawa tag-teamed (read forced) with Hanamaki to procure the lodgings with one of Oikawa’s many, generously gifted, credit cards; as for the rest of the former team, those four, plus yourself, sent out invitations for those who would be interested in spending a few days away from the hustle of young adult life. One such response caught you off guard when you see his name (that you’ve been meaning to change since your graduation day) being added by Iwazumi on the iMessage app on your phone.

“Oh shit,” you smirk at your phone. Your fingers tap on the back of your hard plastic case when one ellipsis from Kyotani Kentaro makes its appearance known. Thinking back to the spring break of your third year, you bump into the hot-head at the beauty salon your aunt worked at. She was a colorist and at the time, you were helping keep the business up to code, but also you were used as a model for the different hair balming treatments you get done there. Kyotani walks in with his older sister while their father is busy speaking on the phone with a member of his workforce. You acknowledge the sister when the chimes go off and when she is whisked away by your aunt’s second for an ‘all around trim’, you’re left making silent conversation with the boy whose buzzcut is due for another match against the barber clippers. He stares at you, bewildered, like he’s in some spaghetti western duel to the death. You toss your head to the side, indicating the waiting area was right by the cash register. His father had politely stepped outside for a short while to handle the more intricate parts of his job. The boy is kept company by you, like he’s a toddler, yet in the quiet ambiance of a salon he feels a bit out of place. You take a piece of receipt paper and a spare pen from the register stationary deck and hand it over to him. Somehow he misses the swift work of your hands as you plop the paper on his lap.

[[Hi. :)]]

Kyotani, whose story is roughly brushed underneath the perfection of his older sibling’s bright light, is seen with hints of softened pinks emerging to the surface of the corners of his eye. He studies you like one would a work of a genius, yet he simply bites back a smile when he hears your aunt shuffle through the back area to the main floor of her shop making a mention of your name. You perk up from where you were doing a bit of restocking, a hopeful glint surrounds you when you’re tasked with taking your new friend (more like not-so-random stranger) for a cup of tea. She hands you her card along with the order for the closers who were coming in about a half hour later. Perhaps your relative could smell the start of something new, she’s always been good at that. Her track record for matches made by a first-meet are par to none, which is why when you tell her now that you’re grown about this trip, she makes a wisecrack saying, ‘be careful with soaring with the wings of Icarus lovely girl.’ Her warning was more out of a good natured place, but when she mentions the ill-fated wings, your heart wavers. Maybe at the school you both attend, Aoba Josai, you should have been more lenient with Kyotani when you found out your friends from the volleyball club would help control the nasty (in a good way) he plays.

In the present, you are sitting down with your bags packed on top of your mattress simultaneously pulling the thread that was splintered and tattered. Will it still lead to the boy you saw in the salon that day? Or will it lead to the man he’s become?

“You’re not eighteen anymore, yn,” you sigh, rubbing the back of your hands on closed eyes.

Your brain enjoys fucking with time, so here the clock back rewinds to twenty days ago, the plans for a forced vacation were set into motion by your self-appointed best friend, Mattsukawa Issei.

Why did the guy who had your back since middle school thanks to a home economics course thrusted you into his path choose to have extended an invitation to you? Short answer: “the guys wanted to catch up and hang out with you like the ‘good old days.” Long answer: “Our hot-headed rebel kouhai has had an off and on love affair with you and we’re sick of you two not getting your shit together.”

Quietly, you make your way past the sleeping bodies of the former (and current) athletes. A sea of tangled limbs from training camps you were invited to thanks to being a friend of the middle blocker, you were not that surprised to see the light on the patio. Bottles of flavored sake were piled neatly into the glass receptacle provided on the western side of the area. Against the sliding glass door, you see your reflection there being backlit by the kitchenette light: you wear a black long sleeve shirt with an oil slick design of a checkmark that hides sleeping shorts underneath; your hair is pulled back in a version of a bun you thought looked the most effortless. You mentally high-five yourself since no one else is conscious to do so at the moment. Your phone is left charging in your room (you called the master bedroom thanks to another one of those silly randomizer games online, this time it was courtesy of Mattsukawa [it was a setup and you pretend to not know it]). Unlocking the door, you slide it open with the screeching squeaking at a mid-range and you close it behind you when you step through.

Inside, the phones of the other major players in the hotel room buzz with several notifications ranging from empty threats to good luck and everywhere in between were being received and sent. Whether Kyotani or you liked it or not, this was a conversation that had needed to have transpired long ago, albeit a decade later, two yearners leap at the chance without a safety net.

There is a haze from the fog the sea gives when you carefully walk to the ledge. Your intuition tells you you’re not alone, so you ask if it’s alright with him you share the space for now. The moon shares its light for a brief moment before the clouds from the east begin trekking their way across the heavens.

“You’re still blonde, I see,” you try to make conversation.

“Mm,” he nods. “You’re still wearing black I see.”

Beats of silence go by as the wind begins stirring through the palm trees some nine stories below. You see it the way his shoulders tense from the remnants of the shiver it leaves prickling his body. Extending an arm to him, your fingers graze along the fabric of his shirt. The texture is thin, the logo probably faded some years ago, but you recognize it simply as the shirt he wore in the last known highlight of his life: signing day.

“Y’know, I’ve watched every game,” your voice is calm as you trace over the remaining flecks of white and yellow over his collarbone.

He scoffs, a pout forms on his lips.

“It’s true,” you continue, subconsciously moving your hand higher.

Do you know what you’re doing to him right now? Do you have any idea how intimate this is for him? You’ve come from no place of malice, you did break Mattsukawa once or at least that’s how the story goes (he got into a fight right before classes started the break before starting your second year of junior high–you won that day and you still had to attend detention with him); it’s one of the many reasons of how Kyotani is enamored by you. Whatever you did in the past doesn’t stand a ghost of a chance compared to the way your acts of kindness helps him reel back to his senses of being human with you. He’s still young and hungry for victories, but his quest for acknowledgement slows to a steady beat when he sees you after one heart wrenching loss. Your words uplift an already sour mood when they arrive back to campus and all Kyotani wanted to do was slam spike after spike into a corner. Honestly, if he was told you started distancing yourself away from the team as a whole to prepare for upcoming entry exams, he’d stop loitering around the personal lockers so much with your favorite candies on autumn nights; he’d forgo watching action films with his teammates on Saturdays just to catch a glimpse of you rocking out to a Pat Benetar single EP at the beauty salon. Now that you’re here, in your late mid-twenties with him, it all feels surreal.

“Ask me,” his voice is made of grounded espresso beans, the ones that pairs well with bitter tongues.

His breath is hot when he exhales into your wrist. His russet eyes blink back at you with a hardened finesse to them you haven’t seen in a long time. Truly, this was a hell of his own design and you are a demon if you think he’d just let this slip away. Icarus had his freedom come with a price of his life, what more would a yellowjacket wasp want with the person who sees the threads of divinity retwisting itself into a narrative of young lovers?

“Ky–Kentaro,” you correct yourself mid-sentence, your ministrations continue until you kneel down to where he sits, his back is to the wall. “I won’t ask.”

“Thank fuck,” he curses under his breath, yet you hear it.

A short lived, “pfft,” is felt on his cupid’s bow as he pushes himself off the wall a tad to just reach your lips. First kisses elicit a newer electric spark; there is no carillion of sounding off from hollow ground, there is just the winds and the glint of the watery borders near the sandbars. Your body works with him to make you adjust to a more comfortable position for him to keep you steady. Kyotani sitting in a child pose against the back of the wall steadily turned into a compromise of lovers’ language. You’re still harboring the lyrical storm the more you push him to tell you how long; kisses are powerful magic, or so you were warned.

Gooseflesh emerges when you feel his hands graze the exposed skin of your back when he pulls you forward. He has your undivided attention here, under connected lips which have been chapped because the thought of speaking to you creates a biting habit; your hand from before traces impossible constellations from the nape of his neck to the point where when you slightly tilt your head one way, teasing him with the canines of your mouth only to have him perforate your top lip with his. His free hand rises to slide behind your ear to hold your neck as if you’re the most precious one to him. Pristine castles in his mind’s eye were always inclusive of you; you dared him to dream a bit more when you were younger. You’re granted a bit of a reprieve when the breath runs out in your lungs. Ten minutes ago, you decided to come out here and in the next moments after that, you’re face to face with a person who has loved you–

“Ten,” you press a chaste kiss on his brow.

“Thirteen,” he says, wolfish lips turning into a wirely smile.

You’re sort of blindsided enough that you open your eyes and see his stare longingly at you. Your hands press against his chest, when the swish of his sweatpants helps create a rest place for your elbows. Thirteen times he’s wanted to confess, thirteen times he’s been meaning to call you and give you a piece of his mind; compared to your measly ten, you realize the numbers aren’t what’s important. Kyotani Kentaro exudes confidence on the court twenty-four seven; for a lifetime with you he’d gladly put his sword down to expertly show you how to live with your heart on the line.

“Yn,” the moniker given to you nearly knocked the oxygen from your bloodstream; he calls you so deftly you elicit a slight murmured hum when you hide your face on his left shoulder. His hands rub soothing lines up and down your clothed spine and your ear waits for his heartbeat to start a song.

“I’m not afraid anymore,” are the last things you hear before he meets your understanding features.

“Come what may,” you answer with a warmth you share via patting his chest with your palm. One, two, and you raise your head higher to graze your lips against his. Flickering fleeting moments like this infiltrate your senses,

Come the next day, when you pass kyotani on the way to the kitchen, you greet him good morning with a kiss on his jaw. Hanamaki raises a brow at you both before Oikawa drops the mugs on the floor, shattering them all.

“What the hell Tooru?”

Iwazumi’s stern face sees Kyotani place you in front of him, a long arm wrapped around your waist… and you’re not particularly uncomfortable, in fact if he had to guess you looked too comfortable. Mattsukawa and Yahaba run their temples as they hear their former captain and friend clean up the mess he created.

“Careful,” kyotani whispers against the shell of your ear as you begin to try to take a step forward. You hold his freehand when you are guided to step to the side; you feel his lips kiss your temple like an inside joke which came full circle just then.

“Eee!” Yahaba stumbles backwards pointing at you, he clutched his chest. To be fair, Yahaba loves for this kind of reveal, so he pulls himself together with an accusatory finger wavering between both you and Kyotani. “How? When? Really?!”

You glance back at Kyotani who’s turning six shades of flushed right now, as are you. This is not how you had wanted to spend your vacation, yet this was the best possible plausible outcome.

“Yes, they clearly confessed and got together. Can we please move on now?” Mattsukawa surprisingly had the most normal reaction. He shrugs. “Did no one else get yn’s text?”

Mattsukawa pulls out his phone from his sleep shorts to share the photo you took with Kyotani sleeping soundly against your shoulder. You’re resting your cheek against the crown of kyotani’s head and a peaceful chagrined smirk on your lips make the photo of the sunrise that much more telling.

Currently, you garner what resolve you have left, thereby intertwining your hand with Kyotani’s, guiding him outside of the hotel room. You make it a point in saying you wanted to see the boardwalk shops and if the others’ common sense rolls around, they know where to find you. Kyotani, blissfully before you leave, politely raises one finger in the air behind his back at the group. Mattsukawa’s scoffing laughter is heard in between his acknowledgement of the new couple.

Hours later, once everyone else in the hotel room calmed down, Hanamaki corners his fellow middle blocker in the living room. Mattsukawa is playing a mobile game, keeping his mind off a rather daunting circumstance. Iwazumi is on kouhai and Oikawa duty apparently since brunch, luckily leaving his other friends to have a serious chat:

“Mattsun,” Hanamaki decides to approach the couch where the funeral director is with caution. Unfortunately, Hanamaki’s intuition was a bit sharper when he notices Mattsukawa’s not playing a game at all. The phone in Mattsukawa’s hand has the gallery open, and like a bitter tasting tea, the strawberry blonde discovers a life long secret.

“Not a word,” Mattsukawa’s voice is dry and absolute.

“You should have told—” Hanamaki glances at the image of you in a party dress hugging your best friend, smears of coloring cake frosting on your noses were indicative of the house party held for his birthday two years ago.

“I couldn’t,” (compete) is the last two words Mattsukawa bluntly states.

If there is one thing Hanamaki is good at, it is comforting an old friend who’s burrowing his heart for the same person who’s side he’s been on since they were young. Unrequited love is a cruel fate, yet for you, Mattsukawa’s resolve will be tested every hour this supposed relaxing weekend would bring and he only had himself to blame. If he had spoken up sooner, would he be the one to see you smile like the nearest star? Maybe. Would his lips be the one you wait to greet you all hours of the day? Yes. This was dangerous for him and bless Hanamaki for listening to him ramble on about how fatal his love for you is.

“How many did you write Issei?”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” he sighs, leaning back into the couch’s soft and firm cushions.

The confessional letters he wrote to you time and again are stuck sitting in his luggage bag collecting dust and turning a bit more yellow from age once more.

“I know what I should do, but why would I shit on someone’s happiness like that?” Mattsukawa’s face goes sour.

“Because love makes you do some seriously fucked up things,” Hanamaki grips his friend’s shoulders shaking sense back into him. “… and I think you need to let this run its course, Mattsun. Confess on your time, but for now let’s try to make it through the weekend. Yeah?”

Mattsukawa groans before agreeing to this. Hanamaki takes his phone away before standing up, saying the others were waiting for them at the shoreline.

On the night where the weather the mostly fair, everyone has decided to have one last go at lighting sparklers. The weather has cleared up since the foggy morning, so when you choose to go with Mattsukawa into the town to pick up some fireworks and beers, you figure now is the time to ask—Hanamaki has been acting a little off, but that’s to be expected since the strawberry blonde had been failing at throwing off your scent. However, you’ve must have forgotten you were a bloodhound in another life since you say the most damning thing at the checkout line:

“Mattsukawa Issei, are you really gonna stand there and lie?”

You see how fast his shoulders squared up. His entire lax posture is rigid. Last night, you stayed awake until the early dawn with kyotani again on the balcony. You stood away from the glass doors like before, a dejavu of a few nights ago played on a loop in your head. Kyotani isn’t afraid of hearing you speak your mind, yet in between the languid meeting of your lips, he could tell something is bothering you. It wasn’t just him, the others could pick up the discordance between the other set of childhood friends that weren’t Iwazumi and Oikawa. Kyotani, whose hands are warm against your cheeks when he tilts your face up, encourages you meekly to make amends. You hug him tighter when you feel your own confidence waver. He whispers a proverb in your ear before you stand on your toes to pepper kisses unilaterally along his face.

“What makes you say that?” Both of you make a step forward after the person ahead of you conveniently walks past with a receipt.

“Because,” you help empty the shopping basket. “I’ve known you long enough to know something is eating at you, ‘sei.”

A few minutes later you and Mattsukawa are walking out of the store with the plastic bags being held in your hands respectively, he stops abruptly. A passing cat hides what he says, yet you heart him clear as day. You freeze not because of what your best friend says. You freeze because you’re not ready to hear those words from him just yet. He breaks the eye contact you have, glossy eyes turn to stare at the contents of the bag he holds. You have the sparklers and the extra lighters and he has the alcohol, but that paled in comparison to what he admits.

“Don’t apologize,” your voice is turbulent, navigating your brain and heart through this. “Never apologize for loving someone as strongly as you do Mattsukawa.”

His head snaps up to see how the distance grows shorter.

“I’ll still be on your side regardless of who I’m with, but right now,” he readies hoss mind and theoretical heart for you to deliver the soul crushing blow. “Right now, I still love my best friend for telling me how he feels… even if the timing is god awful.”

He bows his head like a child getting scolded by grandparent for reaching the sweets jar; you’re not planning on giving him the false hope he might cling on to.

“You’re going to be loved ruthlessly by me whether it or not,” you punch his chest, cursing his infernal gym routine to high hell.

“You’re not going to beat me up?” his head tilts with a sinister playful look cast at you.

“I refuse to,” You stick your tongue out at him. “Because that’s too cruel.”

“Mmhm,” you begin walking again when you feel him learning to loosen his strings on your person. The ruby ones tying your pinkies together turned into a shade of honest cobalt. And even when you return back to the hotel lobby, you sigh when Mattsukawa stands in front of kyotani like an older sibling threatening to send the blonde with one warning glance to the crematorium if you’re hurt (in any way shape or form).

As for the letters Mattsukawa’s written for you, the first ones are post marked as of December that year. Kyotani steps out of your room, asking you what you’re reading. It’s been a whirlwind off season in Sendai with him— his teammates come to know you on the nights you’re included in the family dinners. The lovers of the athletes welcomed you with open arms mostly because they’ve finally put a face to the name instead of just saying, ‘kyo’s love’ or something equally as sweet; sure enough on days where practice ends early and your job in the data entry company is done, you and him enjoy each other’s company. There are dates with flowers, sprinkled with food outings here and there if the weather is kind. Lately though, like tonight, you’re home with him coming back after an away practice match.

Kyotani leans against the awning facing you with a small grin on his face. He sees the envelope and the downturned contents. You were always a quick reader, so with a swift move of your hands, you store the envelope in the silver box behind you. Kyotani approaches with an intent to meet you halfway before picking you up in his arms. You have it ingrained in your love language with him the physical part of his love had been uplifting you after not seeing you for long periods of time. You laugh at his grumbled, “miss you”, draping your arm across his shoulders. Your legs hang off his hips where he supports you with one arm against the small of your back, the other under, behind your knees.

“Want to show me how much?” your other arm loosely rests at your side as he readjusts your position. You steal a kiss, nipping the corner of his bottom lip this time. His eyes darken supremely as his lips move away from your face to kiss your pulse points murmuring an iron forged, “mine,” into your skin. You groan tilting your head back imploring him to move this along because you just mopped the floor this morning, trying to upkeep the cleanliness of your home.

Kyotani is a man of his word. Your top is discarded along this trail to your bedroom, his mouth and teeth bruise the underside of your chest like he’s been craving this neediness from you all week.

“Room, Kentaro,” you growl into his ear before messily having your mouth covered by his.

“Not yet,” he pushes aside the loose strands of hair over your shoulder with his hand before biting you cheekily under the deep purple mark from last time. Your eyes open and close, and the grip you have leaves behind crescent moons on his shoulder, but the short lived pain is replaced with an apology on your tongue when you rest your head against his chest. His lips turn from aggressive love to softer ones little by little and though you drive him absolutely mad, he’s willing to grant you some much needed reprieve—

The hinges of your door creak a bit, but you’re too busy swallowing the moans of your name from your lover’s tongue. He tastes of airline coffee and biscotti snacks and you of an afternoon pink chai. The dinner you had made was still wrapped up in the kitchen, but you both were hungry for something more enticing. Figuring out your challenging words were about to be taken seriously, you feel him smile against your lips more.

“Still with me?” He whispers the unholy words while you are panting to keep the air circulating in your lungs.

“Always,” you rest your forehead against his.

Chuckling, he kisses the tip of your nose, causing you to scrunch your face a bit. You’re allowed this break because once you’ve picked up from where you left off, you’re pretty sure your shrewd neighbor’s would file another noise complaint. (An officer was slightly embarrassed when you answered your door in nothing but a hoodie that never hid the bruising kiss marks on your inner thighs as you turned around to lock the deadbolt again. When you told kyotani, he asked you if you wanted to frame the warning paperwork. You gave it to him for his birthday as a joke). You didn’t mean to be so loud, but when you are enlightened to how Kyotani is ruthlessly in love with you, you’re driven past the point of no return. He’s convinced (at least twice), that while with you, he’d set a couple million yen aside for new furniture for you and him because at the rate you’re both going, you’re bound to either break the bed frame or, at its most innocuous technical tenancity, you’re going to bind him to you—he stumbled across the web series you’ve been reading lately and boy did he burn the image of you conversing with a store owner about the various ropes for practice. You wink at him and Kyotani has the decency to kiss you with a rueful grin splitting his face.

Your hands tickle and prick against his hair that you’ve come to admire whether he’d be buried between your thighs or above you when he has ruined you in his own place. Kyotani does eventually remember to kick the door to your room close, eliciting a breathy, ‘behave yourself,’ branded across your brow thus setting the tentative pace for you and him.

#🌻— flying around collecting pollen—queue #sora after hours #haikyuu x reader #sora scribbles 2022 #timeskip!kyotani x reader #platonic mattsun x reader

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thecozycanvas · 2 years

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Looking to order? Read the rules first!

Need some inspiration? Check out the prompts list!

Art Offered:

-Flowers (fluff)

-Scribbles (angst)

-Meadows (comfort)

Surfaces:

-Wall (Fics)

-Canvas (Drabbles)

-Coloring Page (Prompts)

-Sketchbook (Headcanons)

Mediums:

-Charcoal (My Hero Academia)

-Acrylic Paint (Haikyuu!!) (COMING SOON!)

-Gouache (multi fandom)

Colors

Fire Engine Red (Bakugo Katsuki)

Warm Grey (Aizawa Shota)

Cream (Mezo Shoji)

Lavendar (Shinso Hitoshi)

Golden (Hawks)

Indigo (Amajiki Tamaki)

Caramel (Rody Soul)

Cherry Red (Kirishima Eijiro)

Turquoise (Fatgum)

Burnt Orange (Iwaizumi Hajime)

Chocolate (Kuroo Tetsuro)

French Fry Yellow ( Tsukishima Kei)

Pastel Green (Yamaguchi Tadashi)

Vermillion (Tanaka Ryunnosuke)

Neon Green (Bokuto Koutaro)

Sunflower Yellow (Tendou Satori)

Emerald Green (Ushijima Wakatoshi)

Silver (Lev Haiba)

Turtle Green (Aone Takanobu)

Soulless Black (Kyotani Kentaro)

Baby Blue (Azumane Asahi)

Forest Green ( Miya Osamu)

Ultramarine Blue (Suna Rintaro)

Example of an order: I would like a wall of flowers. I want it to be painted in gouache with the colors silver, pastel green, and fire engine red, please. I want it to be about how they would react if you surprised them with a movie date. And can reader ( be plus sized/have moles/ be black/ have asthma/ etc.)?

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kekoma · 3 years

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— 𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫.

❝do it. for me. it’s all I will ever ask from you.❞ | kyōtani wants his last memory to be of you. specially the first dance he ever saw by you.

word count : 1,490

contains/genre : nothing inappropriate. sfw. angst.

note : this concept has been rattling in my mind for awhile so i decided to write about it and share. a little iffy and may make another part to this to add on, but i hope it’s still enjoyable.

soft saintly melodies disturbed the immense opening of kyōtani’s living quarters while the spent sun illuminated it from the window wall that displayed the city. your eyes taking in how the balmy glow painted the city in a sense it felt unreal. as much as you had lived here, watching the sunset whenever you took the time out to, viewing it now from such an high up angle made it feel completely different. almost foreign yet a good one.

placing a hand on the window, you released a sigh of breath you hadn’t realize you were holding in; “adorable.” the voice of your lover disconnected you attention from the scene and towards kyōtani as he swished his freshly poured drink in his hand while watching you intently, “hmm? what’s adorable?”

“well you of course. there’s no other doe here besides you, bambi.” the pet name erupted an undescribable tingle, overlaying your skin in goosebumps, “I haven’t done anything worthy to be called adorable.” you refuted and in return, he mustered out a chuckle before taking a sip of the dark liquid in the glass.

“no matter how many times you come here and watch the view, those expressions of yours are adorable. sometimes I think you do it on purpose in hopes that I’ll react, but then it hits me. those are genuine. you don’t even notice you do it which makes everything cuter than before.” kyōtani shifted his gaze to the window before finishing his drink in one gulp. a small hiss following suit to his actions as his legs guided himself to the black leather couch while gesturing you to sit besides him. of course you followed through, close to one another that his thighs pressed your owns.

the scent of warm cinnamon, blood mandarin, mint citrus with a dash of grapefruit entwine masculine leather and Indian patchouli had tickled your nose. there was a faint underscore of his nature pheromones that never failed to enrapture you every time. if it had been possible, you would have wrapped— hell! even engrave his scent onto you since it had become something you could never get tired of smelling. as the aroma left you to wallow, kyōtani took his chance to free you from it’s hold before it was too late, “do you recall when we first met y/n?”

a sudden and strange question. you weren’t quick to answer him, rather you studied his mannerism to see if anything had been off yet nothing unveiled what you had been looking for, “do i recall our first time meeting?” you repeated dumbfounded and in return, he let out a hum instead of verbally replying.

“yeah I do. why do you ask? did you forget or perhaps,” eyes peering into his distant ridden eyes, “you plan on testing me.”

“neither. I just wanted to hear it from your point of view. is it a crime for me to ask that from you, my little doe?”

“no... it isn’t but that can’t be the only reason.”

“it is. now please y/n... tell me your point of view.”

although his tone had seemed somewhat frolicsome, something had been eating away at him and knowing kentarō— he wouldn’t tell you what it was even if you pointed a gun to his temple and threaten him. it was something you had gotten use to overtime, nevertheless, it still irked you to know he wouldn’t expose what had been going through his mind until ken deemed it was time.

with a small sigh, you indulged in your lover’s request— recalling that summer’s day as if it had happened just yesterday. how you were so caught up with keeping up with the melody and ensuring you landed on each beat on time, that you hadn’t noticed his presence until everything came to an halt and he spoke: “it must be my lucky day to watch a little doe like you. captivating. truly it is.”

at the time, kyōtani carried an air around him that screamed ‘peril’. skin concealed by bandages, hair slicked back with two small strands accenting his forehead to keep it from being completely bare, his posture wasn’t good as he presented himself with a slight slouch and hands in his pockets, and his eyes... those orbs of his had seemed almost lifeless yet held secrets to them while he face had even followed suit. normally you wouldn’t enlighten a stranger with your company, choosing to avoid them at all cost— that day was different for some reason.

you remembered poking at him about how long he had been there and if he used that line on every girl he meet, yet to your incredulity, he explained that it wasn’t. kyōtani expressed that he had only entered in the middle of the performance, that something about the way you moved made him forget all about his need to smoke or even leaving to give you privacy. it was his first time seeing such a display up close, soon asking if you would be willing to give him more performances like that in the near future.

of course his approach had sounded like setup to something unspeakable, making you turn it down yet kentarō wouldn’t allow such a masterpiece slip from his grasp. that’s when you noted your true feelings and thoughts to his atypical advances. everything was fishy, but how you two ended up together was due to his persistence and later telling you it was love at first which is why he never gave up on you.

a strange story to reminisce about yet without a word or sound— rough hands gently cupped your cheeks and turned you towards kyōtani; “you know, I’ll love you no matter what, right? whether we’re close like now or so far from each other that it hurts... I’ll always love you.”

“of course... and you know that I love you too. I always will.”

kyōtani leaned in to plant a honeyed kiss on your lips. as much as you wanted it to turn into something more, he denied your advances by pulling away with a smile, “do you remember that same dance?” he asked, large hands engulfing yours and bringing them up to leave little kisses on them, “I-I do... why?”

“then perform it again. dance your heart your heart away. do it for me. it’s all I will ever ask from you.” his kisses on your flesh become more frequent, as if the action itself would convince you and it somehow it did. without much thought, you stood up with a smile, “if it’s what you desire then I’ll give it to you. although,” you removed your hands from his— cupping his face, “you’ll have to repay me. it’s been a few years since we first met and that dance alone is somewhat hazy to me.”

kyōtani flashed a tiny smile back before snickering, “thank you... my lilliputian dancer. I’ll never forget this.” as the last word left his lips, he slide from your touch to pay his attention to searching his phone for the song that played.

you, on the other hand, had prepared yourself a few feet away from the couch. the room had been quite vastly after all so there was no need to move anything out of your way or ensure you wouldn’t break anything. it hadn’t taken the blonde to find the song, with it’s soothing melodies taking over and reminding your body of the moves from so long ago— kyōtani found himself in dazed with how fluent it looked. had you not told him about it being hazy to you then he would have assumed you learned it recently. with how you never missed a step, everything fell into place naturally.

lucky for him, he noticed how concentrated you were— leaving him to wallow in the emotions he kept hidden. a singular tear caressed his cheek as his facial feature expressed tenderness yet a hint of melancholy traced over:

“y/n... my little doe and dancer... I can only hope that you’ll find it in your heart to forgive me. I’ve broken a rule to be with you and if time had been reset, I’ll do it again. however... I fear your safety may be ruined for my selfish actions to love you. may this moment be cherish with devotion since it’ll be our last.” he thought to himself— images of your relationship unfolding in his mind while watching sharply, kyōtani never had any intentions of leaving you, but for a man with blood on his hands... the yakuza came first and his selfish desires to be loved and to love would end with your blood on his hand too.

perhaps... in another timeline, you two would be happy together without the fear of you being found out. the fear of losing the first and only person kyōtani deemed his first love and made him believe love at first sight had truly existed.

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