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kythed · 4 years

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Hi luv:) just found your blog, you are an amazing writer! I was wondering if I could request a fem reader (kuroo’s crush) x kuroo (readers crush) where the reader is rlly good at giving massages and he finds this out when his hand is rlly sore and they start massaging it for him eventually rubbing his shoulders and he’s just like 💖Could you add him just being a teasing lil sh!t, and making the reader all flustered by like fake moan a lot (tho not all of them r actually fake:o)

a/n: hi there! tysm for requesting bby <3 you didn’t specify if you wanted this in headcanon form or as an actual fic, so I just went ahead and wrote a oneshot! I hope it lives up to your expectations :)

my little masseuse

kuroo tetsurou x reader

word count: 1,132

Kuroo plopped down next to you, carelessly tossing a big bag of bread from the canteen on your desk. You looked up from your phone and raised an eyebrow. “You carb loading or something?”

Kuroo feigned offense, pressing a hand to his chest dramatically. “Are you calling me fat, (y/n)?”

“That’s not what I said,” you soothed. Kuroo cracked a smile briefly before your next words. “But now that you mention it…”

The smile dropped off his face as quickly as it had appeared and he snatched the bag off the table. “How rude. I actually bought extra today so I could offer you a curry bun or two, but now I’m not so sure.”

“Wait, hey, hey,” you said, trying to reach over Kuroo’s arm for the bag. “I didn’t mean it. Curry bun please.”

“Mmm,” Kuroo pretended to mull this over for a moment before laughing and tossing you a few of the packaged buns. You ripped into them eagerly, having forgotten your lunch at home that morning. “Only because you’re my favorite girl.”

Mouth full of bread, you felt your face grow warm and hoped the blush didn’t show too badly. It’s not like you tried to keep your huge crush on Kuroo a secret, but… you kind of hoped he didn’t catch on. You two had such a great friendship going, and you were hesitant to throw it all away over some silly schoolgirl crush. Plus, there was no way he liked you back. He was athletic, charismatic, popular, and you… well, you were just you. “I am not your favorite girl. Quit lying.”

“I speak the truth,” Kuroo insisted, and you rolled your eyes before he set another packaged bun in front of you. “Also, d’you think you could open this for me? I’ve had this awful cramp in my right hand all day. Hardly been able to write.”

You furrowed your brow as you neatly opened the package and set it in front of Kuroo, who thanked you and took a huge bite. “Why’s that?”

“I dunno,” he said around a mouthful. You motioned for him to swallow before he continued. “Maybe I slept on it weird? Too much note taking?”

“Too much volleyball, maybe?” you suggested. That’s about all he ever did these days. Volleyball practice, volleyball games, volleyball volleyball volleyball. You couldn’t count the number of hours you’d spent huddled on Kuroo’s couch watching some pro volleyball game with him while he analyzed each play and provided excessively loud and enthusiastic commentary the entire time. You figured you’d probably hate volleyball by now if it wasn’t for that adorable gleam in Kuroo’s eyes whenever he talked about it.

“No such thing,” he scoffed, shoving the rest of the bun into his mouth.

“Mhm,” you said. Then you held out your palm. “Give me your hand.”

“What, are we playing thumb war or something?” Kuroo stared at you suspiciously.

You sighed and gave him a look. “Just do it.”

Kuroo shrugged and gingerly placed his large hand in your small one. He had long, slender fingers with calloused palms and fingertips, the result of years of bumping and spiking and lifting. You began to gently rub small circles across his palm, trying to feel for knots. “Where does it hurt exactly?”

“Uh, a little bit to the left, yeah, like right-- ohhhh,” Kuroo sighed deeply, relaxing his hand as you dug your dexterous little fingers into it. “That feels good…”

You continued massaging, a small smile growing on your face as Kuroo closed his eyes and hummed in contentment. “Is it getting any looser?”

“Much looser,” said Kuroo, rolling his head back with a lazy smile. “Mmmm.”

“Kuroo Tetsurou,” you said, eyebrow cocked, still massaging. “Was that a moan?”

“Maybe,” he said with an impish grin. With his other hand, he brushed his bangs out of his face. “What can I say? I got a pretty girl to look at and a world class masseuse all in one.”

“If you’re getting this turned on over a simple hand massage I’d be scared to know what you’re like when you really get going,” you joked, trying to cover the tremble in your voice. He’d called you pretty in a joking way before, but somehow it seemed different while the two of you were sitting in such close proximity, basically holding hands.

“You’d love to see me when I’m all hot and ready to go,” Kuroo said as you finished the massage. You snorted and rolled your eyes with a small smile. He flexed his fingers experimentally. “Wow, you really are good at this, (y/n). Do you think you could get my shoulders, too?”

“Oh, uh, sure,” you said, moving to stand behind Kuroo. You began working into his shoulders. He certainly had plenty of knots, probably from bending over a desk all day and practicing serves and spikes all afternoon. You also couldn’t help but notice the rolling muscles in his back as you kneaded them. Your heartbeat got a little faster and your cheeks grew a little warmer. You were trying to focus your attention on simply massaging the knots out, but Kuroo’s impressive physique and suggestive comments made it a little difficult.

“You know, I have good hands too,” he said conversationally. “Nimble fingers.”

“Oh?” you said, humoring him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I mean, I could make you feel good, too, (y/n),” he said, adopting a rather suggestive tone. You almost choked on air and dug into Kuroo’s shoulders a little harder than you meant to. He yelped.

“Sorry,” you said, apologetically rubbing the spot you’d tweaked earlier. “You mean you’d give me a massage too?”

“Sure, I could do that,” Kuroo said, leaning back into your chest a little. “Or I could-- ahhhh.”

Kuroo melted into your touch as you rubbed a particularly tight spot at the base of his neck.

“Stop making those noises,” you complained, giving his shoulders a final squeeze. “And stop flirting.”

You sat back down at your seat with a huff, adding under your breath, “Especially if you don’t really mean it.”

“Who said I don’t?” Kuroo raised an eyebrow, stretching his arms high above his head. You flushed and stared at him, struggling to find words. “For your future reference-- I always mean exactly what I say.”

The bell signaling the end of lunch rang, and Kuroo rose to return to his own desk, but not without giving you an overly dramatic stage wink first.

“Don’t you dare wink at me!” you scolded, but he just laughed and sauntered over to his seat by the window. You slumped over on your desk and buried your face in your arms, hoping to hide the pink dusting your cheeks. That Kuroo Tetsurou was going to be the death of you.

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uyuganyu · 4 years

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You were good to me.

*gif not mine*

CHARACTER/S: Miya Atsumu x reader

WARNINGS: angst :”)

GENRE: aNGST ANGST ANGST

WORD COUNT: 930

A/N: okay, so I decided to make one for ALL the setters HSKSGSJSGSJ @iwaixiumi read it after I finished and said that the dialogue suited atsumu more than akaashi, so I went with that. I’ll write Akaashi’s soon😚 hope you like it anon!

Summary: She doesn’t know when or where it began. All the times he would come home late, and all the fights. In a way, she knew he was slowly falling out of love, and she knew she couldn’t do anything about it.

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Maybe it was the constant fighting that lead them here. A dark and quiet apartment, the running water in the bathroom is the only thing you could hear, and the tv, the only source of light. She understood that their 6-year relationship was coming to an end. Keys rattled from the other side of the front door, signaling Atsumu’s arrival. Here we go again she thought to herself as she watched him enter their shared apartment “Hey, ‘Tsumu. I cooked your favorite.” She gave him a smile. A smile that was obviously forced. He nodded and headed straight for the food on the table. She went to the bathroom and turned the running water off. She went back to the living room after checking the water’s temperature.

“Do you know what day it is today, ‘Tsumu?” He looked at you without a single emotion evident in his eyes. “No. It’s probably not important.” His words hurt like knives constantly stabbing her heart. A chuckle escaped her lips before telling him about the occasion. “‘Tsumu, it’s our anniversary! How could you forget?” She tried really hard not to raise her voice, but alas, it couldn’t be helped. Anger was taking over the fragile girl’s emotions. “Sorry, I forgot. We haven’t celebrated our anniversary for the past years so how do you expect me to remember?” The darkness was hiding the glare from his sharp eyes, but she knew that tone. “Are we really gonna fight again?” She whispered ever so quietly, but he could hear her. “You’re the one who keeps picking fights. I’m out here working my ass off and I come home to your yelling!”

“As if I don’t also work? You just come home later than I do because you’re always out drinking with your coworkers! Hell, you might even be on a date with another woman for all I know!” She heard a plate shatter and him stomping towards her. “So what if I do have a woman? Every woman is better than you. I don’t even love you anymore.” She knew it was coming. She knew he was going to drop the bomb soon. The girl who had known the man for a decade now thought he was going to be apologetic because that’s who Miya Atsumu is. She was starting to think that he wasn’t the one in front of her. But, she knew she doesn’t have any other choice but to leave. Her glare had been replaced by a soft gaze. The girl stood up from the couch and headed for their shared bedroom. “I prepared a bath for you. You should go before it turns cold.”

His eyes confused as she said so. He followed her to the bedroom and saw her grabbing a bag, hurriedly stuffing my clothes into the bag. “Where are you going? It’s already late.” She stopped for a moment before telling him what she was planning to do. “I bought an apartment 2 months ago. I’m going there.” Now he was so obviously surprised. He froze in his spot and felt his heart throbbing. “You know, regardless of how badly you were treating me these past few months, before all that shit, you were good to me. Thank you, Miya.” He winced at the way she called him by his surname. He was speechless, he doesn’t know why he said that there was another woman, when clearly, there wasn’t. He doesn’t know why he said he wasn’t in love with you anymore. “Miya, the water’s turning cold. You should go. I’ll be gone before you’re done.” She said, not taking her eyes off the bag as she stuffed the large bag with most of her clothes. He slowly walked away from the room, not knowing why he wasn’t stopping you from leaving.

The girl who was trying to stop her tears from escaping her eyes took out her phone and called a friend. “Suna, can you pick me up? It happened.” the call immediately ended and the man on the other side of the phone had rushed to where she was. It was but a 10-minute drive, but 5 only if rushing. So she figured she should wait outside since there were no problems with the weather. As she was waiting outside, she felt raindrops on her skin- no, she felt tears streaming down her face. Her legs gave up on her and she sat on the ground, sobbing. She just lost the man who gave her all her firsts.

Suddenly, a blanket was draped on her shoulders. The brunette carried her along with her bag to the messily parked car, ruffled her hair, and drove away.

Inside the bathroom, Miya Atsumu was staring at the wall in front of the tub, wondering about what he would do once she really leaves him. He wasn’t aware that the [h/c] haired girl had already left with Suna. He left the bath after washing up and was greeted by an empty apartment. The silence was hurting his ears and he wondered, did she have to experience this all the time? He took out his phone and dialed her number, unfortunately, it went straight to voicemail. “Hey, [y/n] here! Sorry I couldn’t answer your call. Leave a message after the beep!”

If he was being honest, he doesn’t know what to say. But he does know what he needs to say. “I’m sorry I fell out of love. There isn’t another woman. I’m really sorry for what I said. I hope you have a good life.”

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scandeniall · 4 years

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tell ‘em

pairing: suna rintarō x reader

warnings: manga spoilers, profanity (saying ass like twice ???)

wc: 678

“My friends have been asking about us. About what we are.” The words come out casually, phone in your hand and whatever was happening on your twitter timeline is more interesting.

“What’d you say.” The words also don't incite a physical reaction from the man currently whose head was currently resting on your lap.

“Nothing,” you hum out, using the hand not holding your phone to play in his hair.

“Hey Rin?.” The sound of his name, causes the man to shift so that he was now looking up at you instead of his own phone. “What the hell are you doing to me. Before you, I was never the secretive type. You remember all my high school relationships.”

The grin that graced his face indicated his remembrance of the time. “Isn’t this better though. No one’s in our business like those annoying twins. No forced obligation to post cheesy pictures.” The feel of his hand slipping under your shirt and resting on your bare back resulted in a soft nod. “But, if you must know, Atsumu asked about us the other day too. He saw the snap on my private story. Said he recognized the outfit from your story earlier.”

You know what post he’s referring to. You’d gone to see a EJP Mills game to see him play, and had stopped by later that night. You were seated sideways on his lap, as the two of you were supposed to be watching some new Netflix show waiting for your takeout to arrive. Instead, the two of you found yourselves occupied with one another. One arm swung haphazardly over the back of the couch, the other cupping his face bringing his lips to yours.

The picture had been taken after the doorbell interrupted your make out session. Suna had asked you to get the food, citing that he was too tired. You’d gotten up, fumbling through his wallet that was on his coffee table when a hand landed on your ass, gripping the flesh through your jeans.He’d posted that on his private story, your butt and his hand being the only thing in frame. No hint at who the mysterious person was. He followed the picture up with a video zooming in on your ass as you made your way to the door, muting the video so that your voice couldn’t be heard. It worked for the most part too. A few people he considered friends swiped up with question marks, only to be met with radio silence.

“What’d you tell him?” Atsumu, was the only person who put two and two together, or at least the only person who cared. You’d been friend’s with Suna since high school, and you’d both met and exchanged social media with the team, including Atsumu.”I didn’t even respond.” You laugh at his response as he sits up from your lap.

“You could’ve told him that it wasn’t me. That we’re just friends.”

“Aren’t we though. No labels remember.” He whispers lips, now ghosting up and down your neck.

“I suppose you're right. It’s more fun to keep them guessing.” Your hands find themselves back into his hair, a quiet gasp escaping your much, as his lips begin to lightly suck on the skin of your collarbone. “C’mon, Rin, no marks.” You sigh coming back to your senses, tugging his hair until his lidded eyes are back on yours. You thank him by placing a peck on his lips. “You know, I like you right.” Your statement is met with hands pulling you so that you're straddling the man.

“I like you too. And I like how we are now. We’re in a good place right?” Your nod Suna pulls you closer so that you are now cuddling.

“I’ve played all my cards Rin. I’m all in when you are.” The hum and promise of soon causes a content sigh to fall from your mouth. You suppose you two could live in your own bubble for a little while longer. Not having to share him? It wasn’t so bad.

listen this is inspired by tell em by sabrina carpenter and idk why but i wanted to write suna. hes hot and id want his hand on my ass. and listen, idk if i’ll do it again because i don’t have a grasp on his character AT ALL. i just needed a mental break from my fics. (but also the lil smirk in his timeskip? bitch hes the type to do some shit like post his hand on your ass on a private snap story purposely being like ‘no face no case’)

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #suna rintaro x reader #haikyuu imagines #underratedhq #suna x reader #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu headcanons

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mlkytobio · 4 years

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i really like your writing! can i get kuroo, bokuto, lev, and oikawa’s reactions to having a tall (like 5’9/5’10) girlfriend?

ahh thank you! really glad you like what i write and i hope you enjoy this one <3

++ i didn’t know whether you wanted a headcanon or a drabble/ one-shot so i stuck with headcanon, hope that’s fine :)

it gets really short towards the end i’m sorry ahhh i have no ideas on how to write physique

reactions to having a tall gf

pairing: kuroo/ bokuto/ lev/ oikawa x fem! reader ( separate )

genre: fluff

kuroo tetsurou:

he hasn’t met that many girls who are as tall as him or one who’s pretty close to his height

and he’s not complaining about having a s/o as tall as you because it means that he doesn’t have to bend that low to give you forehead kisses

also means that you can wear his clothes and they won’t be super oversized !!!

he likes to show off the fact that you two are the tall™ power couple

people get really intimidated when they see the both of you lol

and kuroo’s so ridiculously proud of it because it’s another chance to show you off

he’ll be like “thats my girlfriend !!!! she’s really tall isn’t she!!” ( inserts heart eyes emoji because boy is whipped )

when people ask him why he even wants to date a tall girl in the first place he says that he doesn’t matter as long as you love him and he loves you

have i mentioned that he’s absolutely whipped

he always wants to be the big spoon and says it makes more sense because he’s taller

he shows you off but bOy you have no idea how much he teases you about the fact that he’s taller than you

will do all of the annoying things that tall people do to short people even though you’re not even that short

“what’s that? oh couldn’t hear you from up here?”

and gives you this devilish grin

at the end of the day height or not he’s absolutely s o f t for you

bokuto koutaro

he’s the type that will hype you up for literally anything you do !!!!

especially your height uwu

when you feel insecure about your height he can tell straight away

and will be your personal hypeman

“how did i get such a tall and beautiful girlfriend”

that is the exact thing i would expect him to say ngl

cuddles !!!! are the best !!!!!

because y’all are about the same height ( give or take 10cm ) heh

lev haiba:

y’all would probably start dating because tall people just notice each other yk

either that or there’s not many tall girls and he just notices you for that

like kuroo he will show you off

most probably to the team

yaku kicks him for it

bby just adores you and your height is an added bonus uwu

oikawa tooru:

will show you off

like he’ll be talking about you during practice until iwaizumi’s like “shut up shittykawa”

he’s so proud of you for literally anything???

and when people talk to him about his girlfriend being tall he’s like yes !!!! that’s my girlfriend !!!!!!

because ofc the great king needs a queen

#haikyuuwritersnet #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#hqappreciation #underratedhq #kuroo x reader #bokuto x reader #lev x reader #oikawa x reader #kuroo tetsurou #lev haiba #oikawa tooru #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu hcs #headcanons #fluff #hq #haikyuu x reader #bokuto kotaro

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sosugasweet · 4 years

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Synopsis: He’s very good at seduction, but you don’t make him want to anymore. You don’t even know his name.

Pairing: host!Kuroo (23) / fem!reader (24)

Warnings: alcohol consumption, cigarettes, infidelity, swearing, host club, unhealthy relationships. (I do not encourage/promote underage or excessive drinking.)

Kuroo image credit - official Haikyuu art; banner edit done myself

Special thanks to @airybby for coming up with the title♡

*****

Pink Lady

Pisco Sour

Sidecar

Dark N' Stormy

Angel Face

The Last Word

Chaser

*****

status: completed ☆

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underratedhq · 4 years

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liehv · 4 years

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𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚

an au where kuroo moves away from tokyo after graduating to continue his studies, leaving kenma alone

warning : manga spoilers, angst

a/n : i finally stopped procrastinating and did it hehe r yall proud 😎😎 anws ive been crying over nekoma third years graduating for like 2 weeks now so here ya go. im not sure if any1 has ever done this on tumblr, this was inspired by a tiktok by @godkinni so i sincerely apologise if this has already been done.

"thank you, for getting me into volleyball" those were kenma's words when they lost to karasuno in nationals. time had flown since then and now, kenma was attending kuroos graduation. kuroo had mentioned that he would be moving away after graduation to continue his studies and even though kenma had jokingly said that he wouldn't mind the peace with him gone, he couldn't help but wonder what would happen without kuroo. kuroo had always been with kenma through thick or thin and needless to say, kenma was a little scared.

for once, kenma had not brought his video games with him and instead, had sat down and began thinking about the past. the first time he met kuroo. kenma smiled fondly at that memory. kuroo was so quiet at that time, it was hard to believe that that shy, quiet kuroo had become so boisterous. kenma remembered the first time he played volleyball. oh how much he hated it. the ball would never go in the direction he wanted and would leave marks on his forearms at the end of the day. despite that, kuroo dragged kenma out to play. unbeknownst to him, kuroos passion had slowly started to infect kenma and he found himself more motivated to playing volleyball.

after meeting hinata, his desire to play volleyball increased. despite losing to karasuno in nationals, kenma felt contented. it was an ideal last match he thought. "kuroo tetsuro" the announcer read out kuroos name, snapping kenma out of his thoughts. kenma would never admit it, but as his best friend walked on stage, he felt a sense of admiration pride and.. was that.. sadness? nostalgia? he ignored the pang in his heart as he smiled and clapped.

after the ceremony was over, kenma made his way to find kuroo and found him with the other third years. they were hugging and although they were smiling and laughing, he could see the tears coming out of the corners of their eyes. "kenma!!!!" kuroo called out to him. "you're here!" "yes, i am. do you really think i was going to miss your graduation?" kenma asked. "ya kuroo theres no way kenma would miss it. are you dumb?? y'all r best friends" yaku teased. kuroo smiled sheepishly.

soon, everyone started leaving and kuroo and kenma left too. just as kuroo was about to go, kenma called him. "kuroo? do you have a minute? " turning around with a confused expression on his face, kuroo asked. "yes? is there a problem?"

kenma looked up at kuroo and turned his face away. he couldn't bear to look at him. he couldn't believe that in less than a week, he wouldn't be able to see him anymore. the guy who had always been there for him, the guy who was always there to cheer him up, the guy that helped him if he fell behind in class, the guy that made sure he didn't skip meals and took care of his health, the guy he lo- "kenma?" kuroo's worried voice interrupted his thoughts. "is something wrong?" "thank you for the happiest years of my life.." kenma whispered, trying to blink back tears. shutting his eyes and taking a deep breath, he looked up at kuroo. "thank you for the happiest years of my life." he said audibly and firmly while bowing quickly. tears were falling freely down his face now but he didn't care. "thank you, thank you, thank you. i don't know where i would be without you. i'm going to miss you. so much."

kuroo had a small smile on his face. "you're welcome, kenma. i'm going to miss you too. oh, im not sure if this is the right time but im confirming the date and time of my flight tonight. i'll text you the details if you want?" "yes, that would be great." "okay! ill get going now. remember to take care of yourself okay? don't skip dinner!" watching kuroo walk away, kenma couldn't help but feel all alone again.

(nekoma volleyball chat)

kuroo : my flight is tomorrow at 8am. see you guys there?

lev : yes!!! see you kuroo san!

yaku : yess, we will miss you so much

kenma : see you

inuoka : we're all going to miss you and the third years :((

yamamoto : of course!!

sighing as he turned off his phone, he set an alarm for 6.30am and drifted off into a restless sleep.

- timeskip to airport -

745am

"hi guys!! thank you all for coming, i never knew so msny people would come"

"of course! what are you? dumb?? you're literally leaving."

"ahh right"

"kuroo san i really dumb huh"

"LEV"

750am

"ah i need to go already or ill lose my flight"

"oh. we'll follow you as far as we can kuroo san!"

"..."

755am

"bye kuroo!"

"bye!!!"

"have a safe flight!"

"study hard kuroo san!"

"SHUT UP LEV PASS MATHS FIRST BEFORE YOU OPEN THAT MOUTH OF YOURS"

"have fun!!!"

everyone was saying goodbye to kuroo with smiles on their faces. "have a safe trip, kuroo." kenma said. the silhouette of a smile appearing on his face. "i'll miss you." "i'll miss you too kenma! take care of yourself when im gone okay? ill be back before you know it." kuroo declared. "okay, bye now, all of you. make me proud okay? " he said as he turned and walked into the terminal, looking back with one last smile before he turned and disappeared among the sea of people.

"mannn im going to miss kuroo san!" lev exclaimed. "kenmaaa dont look so glum. it's not the end of the world!" he said in an attempt to cheer kenma up but it was met with a glare. yamamoto and lev both slung an arm over kenma. "even if he leaves, you still have us! you're not alone." yamamoto chimed in, earning agreements from lev and the team.

even though kenma couldn't stand them sometimes, he felt a warm feeling in his heart. kuroo was gone and although he was a big part of his life, kenma knew that they were right. he wasn't alone. "i'll see you soon, kuroo." "i'll see you soon, kenma" they said under their breaths simultaneously.

a/n : HI GUYSS did y'all understand the last part HAHA and i'm sorry if its confusing,, i'll do my best to improve!! oh and i think the last part is kinda rushed, my biggest apologies 😬

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writeiolite · 4 years

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OMG io thank you for reblogging my underratedhq post 😅 i look up to your writing and haikyuu writers blog a lot so i appreciate you helping me out since those other blogs died and i was worried about mine dying

oh no problem! i was worried abt that for hqwn too but it’s been rly successful so don’t worry ^^ i’m happy to help out anyone (even with just a rb) that’s actively trying to make the tumblr writing community a better place and i’m honored you look up to my stuff like 🥺🥺 am doing my best KDJDJDJS and i’m sure you are too!! if you need any help with it feel free to lmk bc i don’t wanna see ur blog die like the others or smth ㅠㅠ ♡ i’m sending u best wishes~~ mwah !!

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anianimol · 4 years

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Hewo, if you dont mind could you do a scinerio with tsukishima, who has a studios s/o and they hang out in the library a l lot and study dates are frequent, and so sometimes they end up kissing behind the books/bookshelves.

Tsukishima x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff/ Imagine

WC: 560

Warnings: a teensy bit spicy at the end so PG-13?

a/n: thank you for requesting bb!!☺️💕

Soft.

That, precisely, was the conclusion Tsukishima Kei had recently come to.

She looked soft.

Across the worn, mahogany table from him you sat, surrounded by scattered pages of looseleaf, unintelligible scribbles covering the ivory surfaces. Your fingers pattered against the keys of your laptop, gaze flitting back and forth between the cluttered table and the screen.

Kei chuckled to himself, a small smile grazing his lips as he took in your hunched figure, head so lost in thought that you could not feel weight of his amber irises trained lazily upon your face.

She looks so warm.

The honey glaze of the afternoon sun cast across your features, illuminating the dusty rose upon your cheeks as you worked, eyebrows furrowed in thought. Your nose dipped closer to the page, lips twisting into a slight pout as your eyes scanned the italicized text.

I want to hug her.

The last thought took him by surprise, bringing an unfamiliar heat to his face as the thumping beneath his woolen sweater grew louder, more persistent.

His eyes dropped to your collarbone where a petite pendant hung, a golden “K” dangling against the fabric that covered your bust, a muted shade of beige cashmere.

Tsukishima cursed himself, looking elsewhere with a muffled cough, burning with embarrassment at his own selfish desires.

“You know, just because I’m not paying attention to you right now is not an invitation to let those eyes wander wherever they please,” you said matter-o-factly, your gaze never slipping from the screen before you.

This warranted another strangled cough from the blond in front of you, which brought a mischievous little smirk to your lips.

Laughing softly, you sighed, closing your laptop and beginning to clean up the mess before you.

“Since you’ve been good enough to wait so patiently, I guess I’ll have to reward you.” The corners of your mouth quirked up in a smile as a look of shock, then excitement crossed his face, quickly hidden by one of feigned disinterest.

“And why would I want that?” he rebutted, a frown painted on his lips.

“Oh shut up, you know you do.”

Grabbing hold of his wrist, you pulled him towards the many rows of bookshelves, zig-zagging your way through the maze of novels and encyclopedias until you reached a lonesome nook, concealed by shelves on each side.

Tsukishima felt the throbbing within his chest rousing uncontrollably as you stopped in your tracks, turning to face him.

He truly believed his heart might’ve stopped then and there if you hadn’t restarted it with the plush feel of your lips against his.

At first, his mouth was hesitant on yours, moving slowly, taking your bottom lip between his, memorizing each millimetre of the blushed skin. His ears pricked up at the sound of your lips meeting, ingrained into his mind like a melody. As you grew more eager, your arms encircling his neck and fingers winding through his hair, he became emboldened, slipping his tongue into your mouth, clutching you tightly against his chest.

He hummed quietly into your touch, the feeling in his chest melting into a puddle as you giggled quietly against his lips.

“Maybe we should continue this at home Kei,” you breathed, panting slightly as you met his gaze.

“Oh no no. No backsies now, Princess. You’re all mine. And I don’t plan on leaving anytime soon.”

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kythed · 4 years

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for forever

sugawara koushi x reader

synopsis: two lovers on a perfect day. inspired by ‘for forever’ from the broadway musical dear evan hansen.

word count: 529

“You’re so beautiful.”

Suga smiles, keeping his eyes closed, head resting on your lap. He brings your hand to his lips and brushes a featherlight kiss across your knuckles. “You’re beautiful.”

“I mean it, Koushi.” You delicately trace a finger over his brow, down the bridge of his nose, and over the top of his Cupid’s bow. “This face belongs in an art museum.”

“Oh?” Suga reaches up to bring your face down to his, gently kissing just below your left eye. His hair smells of lavender, tickling your nose in the most delightful way. “Well, I think you belong on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.”

“Hm?” You smile as Suga sits up and leans over to pick a wildflower and tuck it behind your ear. A nearby stream burbles pleasantly and cicadas hum, announcing that summer has arrived. The grass you sit on is springy and cool, glowing gold in the late afternoon sunlight.

“Because you’re angelic,” Suga says with a laugh, cheeks dimpling endearingly.

You roll your eyes but smile nonetheless, shifting closer. “Only you could ever get away with saying something so cliche.”

“I know,” he says simply. He pulls you onto his lap and nestles into your neck, warm breath sending a shiver down your spine. A contented sigh escapes your lips but quickly gives way to a shallow gasp as Suga moves his mouth to the sensitive skin right below your jaw.

“Koushi,” you breathe, tilting your head slightly. “Don’t leave a mark. It’s unsightly.”

“I think you’re lovely,” Suga murmurs against your skin. You can feel his eyelashes fluttering. “Bruises up and down your neck or not.”

You flush pink at his words, knowing you should pull away before he can get any further… but it just feels so nice. “You know my mom doesn’t like it when I come home like that.”

“She doesn’t?” Suga asks in between kisses and licks. He briefly nips your skin and you squeeze his wrist warningly, drawing a sharp breath. “That’s too bad. ‘Cause I like when I send you home all marked up.”

You sigh resignedly as Suga leans back to admire his handiwork. You can feel that spot on your neck throbbing. “I know you like it.”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist today.” He cups your cheek and stares at you, beaming, drinking you in. “My beautiful girl.”

He’s called you that thousands of times, but it still never fails to make you blush. “Koushi… you make me unbelievably happy. I hope you know that.”

“I know,” Suga says, gently touching the tip of his nose to yours and smiling innocently, as if he hadn’t just spent the last minute giving you a hickey. “But I could never make you as happy as you make me... I could die right now and be satisfied with the life I’ve led with you.”

“Don’t do that,” you say quietly, slowly pressing a kiss to his forehead. He hums softly, contentedly. “Let’s make this last for forever.”

“Promise?” Suga intertwines his fingers with yours, giving your hand a light squeeze. The sun has begun to set, sky turning pink and peach and breeze growing cooler.

“Promise.”

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uyuganyu · 4 years

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Lifetime.

*gif not mine*

CHARACTER/S: Akaashi Keiji x reader

WARNINGS: Idk if yall will cry, but I did so JSHDUSAEFHD

GENRE: aAAAAAAANGST

WORDCOUNT: 1.1K

A/N: It’s based on an OPM song called Lifetime, which was sung by Ben&Ben. THEY’RE AN AMAZING BAND PLS SUPPORT THEM TOO. Also, anon, I hope you like this!!

SUMMARY: 6 years after graduation, a reunion for the Fukurodani volleyball club was announced. For the first time in 6 years, you would see the only man you had ever loved. The only man you had been in a relationship with. Maybe it was a good time to talk about the past.

Atsumu Miya

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“A karaoke, huh? Let me guess, Bokuto picked it?”

Kaori released a chuckle at your question. “To be exact, he and Konoha picked it out.”

The two of you walked side by side on the way to the karaoke place that the former captain and wing spiker picked out. ‘I wonder if Akaashi will be there. It’s been years’, you thought.

“Of course he’s there, you dummy.” You looked at her with shock.

“Did I say that out loud?” She only nodded with a hum; you hid your flushed face into your cold hands.

Come to think of it, we also broke up in the middle of fall. A sharp pain piercing your heart as you thought about the past.

“You’re still saying it out loud, [y/n]. Are you already drunk?” she laughed as you groaned in frustration and replied with a muffled n’o’.

“Kaori, I don’t think I’m ready to face him.” Before Kaori could be given a chance to speak, a loud voice called your attention from afar, it was a voice you could never forget.

“Hey, Kou! It’s been a long time!” you said, to which he replied with “We’re literally- HEY DON’T IGNORE ME.” Your former captain, who was now your neighbor, yelled after you walked past him and greeted the rest of the team.

“Where’s Akaashi?” you whispered to Yukie, who had arrived earlier than you and Kaori. She let out a teasing chuckle and asked you “Why? Still haven’t gotten over him yet?” She teased. You sent her a glare and teased back.

“But what about you and Kaori?” she just shrugged and showed off the ring on her left hand not so very subtly.

“Oh my gosh! Why didn’t you tell me!?” you whisper-shouted to her with excitement dripping from your words.

“It was supposed to be a surprise! Also, look who’s coming, [y/n].”

Those same set of blue eyes met yours for a second before being engulfed into a hug by Bokuto. “Let’s get this party started!”

It wasn’t a small karaoke room, it was far from small. Being a regular at the Black Jackals really paid off. “So, of course I’ll be singing first! Let’s spin the bottle to see who’s next!” The grey haired man said before spinning the bottle of beer in front of him. Fortunately, it landed on Komi who was beside you. The next one was Kaori, then Konoha, and then you.

Again, your eyes met the blue eyes of the man who broke your heart into a million pieces without even meaning to do it. You gave him a small smile before taking a sip at the beer in your hand, your hands were shaking from the amount of nervousness you felt from the short interaction with the handsome former-setter in front of you.

After 30 minutes of singing, random intermissions, and an already drunk Bokuto, it was your turn to sing. LIFETIME by BEN&BEN’s instrumental started playing and you cleared your throat and laughed at the applause that Bokuto was giving you.

“Was there a lifetime waiting for us in a world where I was yours?”

Singing the song made you remember the past, and at that moment, you wondered if he was thinking the same.

“Paper planes and porcelain. Smell of rain through the window pane and the sight of you. Oh, you were a good dream.”

You reminisced about all the walks home, all the late night rendezvous, all the good memories with him that you can never remake.

“Hey, Keiji, I just wanted to ask, are you mad at me? You’ve been avoiding me these days.”

“Was there a lifetime waiting for us, in a world where I was yours? Was it the wrong time, what if we tried giving in a little more? To the warmth we had before.”

Noticing Akaashi looking at you, you had expected cold and emotionless eyes, but it was the opposite, there was hurt and regret in his eyes. It was evident.

“I’m not mad at you. It’s just- it’s nothing.”

“Tangled with another's eyes. Never mind, you were never mine, glimpse of me and you. Oh, you were a good dream.”

You could see how he looked at her from across the hall. His feelings were long gone.

“Was there a lifetime waiting for us, in a world where I was yours? Was it the wrong time, what if we tried giving in a little more? I'd spend lifetime waiting in vain just to go back to the way we were before. Was it the wrong time, what if we tried giving in a little more? To the warmth we had before.”

“Keiji, please be honest, do you still love me?”

There it was. His facial expression was giving away his answer, regret.

“D-did you cheat?” he immediately denied it. Of course he could never.

“How long has it been, Keiji?” He stared at you for a second before he said

“It was only recently. I’m really sorry. Please forgive me [y/n]. I promise I didn’t mean to fall out of love. I still wanted to try loving you again.” He looked pitiful. He was begging your forgiveness for losing feelings for you.

“Keiji, it’s okay. I understand. It’s a feeling you can’t force. You should go to her, you know? I heard she likes you too.”

“Is there a lifetime waiting for us? All this time, I have been yours.”

The song ended along with the flashbacks that almost made you tears well up in your eyes; everyone except Akaashi were cheering. He was looking at you with a sad smile before quietly clapping.

“Can we talk?” he mouthed. You nodded in return and sat beside Kaori, telling her that you’re going to step outside for a minute.

“Hey, Akaashi. How’ve you been these past few years?” you smiled at him, pretending that you weren’t nervous at all. Who wouldn’t be? Talking with the only man who you loved.

“I’m sorry for what happened during-“ you knew what he was going to say so you cut him off.

“Koutarou told me.” He looked up at you with shock. “Congratulations on your engagement, Keiji.”

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scandeniall · 4 years

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long time coming

pairing: atsumu x f!reader

this is part 2 to: come home with me (and to get this you kinda gotta read pt 1. not a standalone due to references)

warnings: aged up/current manga tl, fwb, nsfw (again not full on smut but yeah idk how to explain), atsumu is canon asshole but also sweet?

wc: 4229

The sound of Damon and Elena’s bickering and sexual tension had long been drowned out. The show had simply become background noise to the sound of heavy breathing, smacking and whispered pants. Atsumu had invited you over simply to hangout. When you teased about him just wanting to get in your pants he only said “We can just hang in the living room if ya want.”

The two of you had gotten through three episodes of The Vampire Diaries before the hand that had previously cuddled you into his side dropped to your thigh with a gentle squeeze. “Tsumu,”

“I’m not tryna start nothin, promise. Besides, Samu’s here.” The side eye you gave him was only met with a kiss against your cheek and asking for “just 1 kiss.” You should've known it wouldn't be just one kiss from the way he helped you up to straddle him.

“I could kiss ya for hours baby,” the mumbled words against your lips caused you to smile. There was that damn name again. Lips moved sensually against one another and the way his tongue explored your mouth left you both breathless.

“Then do it.”

His groan of approval caused the hands on your hips to pull you even closer. You whispered for him to be quiet as the shift of your hips stirred something inside of him.

Before anything could erupt further the ringing of your phone caused you to pull away. “Atsumu, c’mon,” you try moving off of him, but hands hold you in place.

“Pretty sure you can answer from right here doll” You raise your eyebrows at him, both at the nickname and in response. He only handed you your phone which had stopped ringing. You sigh looking at the caller ID shooting him an apologetic look.

“It's my cousin. I’m gonna call her back.” He half expects you to get up, but is pleasantly surprised as you dial the number with no intent of getting up. As you talk, Atsumu busies himself by playing with the waistband of your sweats and his own phone.The mention of his name is the only thing that stops him from annoyingly snapping the waistband against you.

“I’m hanging out with Atsumu. Osamu didn’t wanna watch The Vampire Diaries with us.” You say something about confirming that the two of you were only friends. You roll your eyes as he mouthed asking if you were sure about that. “I think so, I’ll double check with him. I’ll come pick up the dress this weekend.” You hum a few more times before tossing the phone to the side hanging up. You sigh resting your head against his chest.

“What’d she want.” One of his hands moves to rub comforting circles along your back.

“To tell me the bridesmaid dresses came in,” you feel yourself closing your eyes as you listen to his heartbeat. “You're still my plus 1 to the wedding right?”

“Course. When is it again.” You mumble out the date and Atsumu stiffens. “Wait what’d ya say”

“May 23” Sitting up, you observed his face which was now scrunched up. “What's wrong?”

“Shit. I’m sorry doll. I have a game that night. I thought the wedding was on like the 25 or somethin” He doesn’t miss the flash of annoyance and then disappointment flashes through your eyes.

“Tsumu, the 25th is a Monday. Who has a wedding on a Monday.” His hands tighten around your waist as you attempt to get off his lap.

“Stop, I’ll fix this--Samu get in here.” You cringe at the loudness of his voice yelling for the twin and bite back with your own bit of sarcasm.

“What are you gonna have Samu play in your place.”

“What do you want Tsumu,” the silver haired twin emerges. He greets you before eying the compromising position of you and his brother. He doesn’t miss the opportunity to remind his brother that he does have a bedroom. “Oh shut up. I need ya do to me a favor.” Both you and Osamu eye the blonde curiously.

“No.”

“I need ya to be (Y/N’s) plus one to her cousin's wedding on the 25th.”

“Yes”

“Atsumu-” Both you and Osamu exclaim loudly. Yes you were close with Osamu too, after all you had befriended the nicer twin first. Nor, did you have a problem going with him, but you would’ve appreciated Atsumu asking you first.

“Wait- fuck You Samu! Ya said no at first.”

“That's before I knew the favor was a date with (Y/N).” You could see the tiniest smirk on the twin’s face as Atsumu’s mouth literally dropped.

“No, you’ll just be a plus 1. Not a date.” Atsumu slides one of his hands so that it's now cupping your ass. The accompanying squeeze causes you to shift as you quickly regain your composure.

“So you were just gonna be my plus 1,” You look to see Osamu shoot you a wink and you can’t help but laugh.

“No, I was your date. He's your plus 1.”

You continue laughing at his emphasis, until a sharp slap against your backside stops you. “Tsumu!” Your narrowed eyes catch his cocky ones.

“Baby,” the deepening of his voice causes a throat to clear behind you.

“They’re the same thing.” Your hands shoot up to cup the cheeks of Astumu’s scowled face. Osamu mentally notes the way Atsumu’s brow softens and shoots his brother a knowing look. ‘

Don’t say shit Samu’,

‘You're an idiot’

Osamu ends the silent conversation with a nod. “You two are fucking disgusting. Just let me know the details of our date (Y/N). With that Osamu retreats ignoring his brother’s curt “fuck you”

-----

Atsumu was feeling great. MSBY had just won a game. He got in several service aces, the crowd tonight felt electric and he had fun. He was on top of the fucking world. High on adrenaline he joked with his teammates in the locker room, making it a point to annoy Sakusa. “Nice little wrist thing tonight Omi-omi” Out of habit he pulled out his phone to reply to any missed messages during the game and accidently clicked on instagram. Before he could, he spotted the first picture on his feed and his mood completely soured.

It was you and his stupid brother all dressed up posing at the wedding. He rolled his eyes at the caption: the best plus 1 ever. The main picture of the photoset was a selfie of the two of you, a kiss being placed on Osamu’s cheek. The next one had Osamu’s hand around your waist, a grip that looked room comfortable for his liking. He could hardly focus on the way the emerald green dress fit you perfectly. The v in the neck exposed the skin of your collar bone that he would've loved to markup. The flowiness of the dress would have had him mesmerized, and had he been there, his hand would have stayed on your skin through the slit in the dress. The third picture was just his brother showing off styled to perfection and he couldn't help but huff in annoyance.

The last picture however had the setter practically seeing red. It appeared to be an off guard shot. While you sat at this table, his brother stood over you, bent so that his arms wrapped around your shoulders. From the grip you had on Osamu’s forearm, to the lazy smile gracing his brother's face and the way you looked mid laugh and happy. He was jealous. Did you look that happy around him? To add salt to the jealousy room he also noticed a snapchat from his brother. It was a selfie with the two of you. Your tongue was out while he wished he could wipe the smug grin off his brother's face. The picture read: (Y/N) says she wishes you were here. I say you need to man the fuck up before its too late.

“Hey Bokuto. You wanna go out tonight,”

-----

“Thanks for tonight Samu. I had a lot of fun.” Your head rests against the headrest. You were so tired.

“I did too. The food was really good too.” You hum along to the radio agreeing with him. It's nearly 1am and you're just now heading home after being on cleanup duty.

“You only agreed to go for the food,” you teased your friend.

“And to piss off Tsumu.” You rolled your eyes in amusement. Typical twins. The two of you sat in silence as Osamu continued the drive back to your place. You due to the exhaustion, and him due to concentration on the road.

You went to unclick your seatbelt as he pulled up at the apartment complex. You thanked him again, before gathering your purse. “Hey (Y/N).” You look back at the silver haired twin as he looked contemplative. “Tsumu is Tsumu. Don’t give up on him even though he's an idiot.”

Osamu couldn't help but chuckle at the look of surprise on your face. “The way you two look at each other is sickening. Being so in love but staying friends. Almost as disgusting as how you two are always one move away from giving everyone in the room a live porno.”

You choke on air at the words. Several thoughts ran through your head, and the phrasing is almost reminiscent of the blonde. “W-what we’re not-I’m not-”

“It's like- do you two believe in decency when you're together,” you can tell it's a joke but you find yourself covering your face in embarrassment.

“All I’m saying is that the feelings are mutual. They’ve been even before you two started fucking. Although, I will say, his were there before yours. So, talk to the idiot because I’m tired of his shit.”

“Thanks Samu.” You tell him as you close the car door. This time when you repeat the words they're for more than his company tonight.

After a quick shower you're resting in bed on your phone. Before scrolling social media you shoot Atsumu a quick text. “Hey, I’m sure the game went great. I’m proud of you always. Pls text me when you can” After hitting send you opt to go on snapchat for a little. Atsumu’s story is the first one that pops up. The first snap is full of yelling and celebrating. Then he’s at the bar taking shots with Bokuto, and some other guys from the team. You scroll through a few more drunk ones before coming on a specific one.

There's some girl on his lap and he's recording the two of them literally making out. The following snap is just a blurry picture of him smiling at the camera but you don't miss the obvious bruise now present on the column of his throat. You don’t even leave hickeys on his neck. He always complained that they took too much work to cover when he has to be professional. Your smile falls immediately and you almost want to cry. Until you remind yourself, that you two are simply just friends. Maybe Osamu was wrong.The buzzing of your phone signaling a text message catches your eye. It's from Osamu.

‘Hes a fucking idiot.’

‘Its fine’

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The phone vibrates for what feels like the millionth time and you pick it up embarrassingly fast, only to be met with disappointment. Just a stupid promotional store text. Practically tossing the phone on the table you couldn’t help but sigh. The ice in your drink had long melted and you're sure the waiter is tired of stopping by your table in pity to see if you're ready to order. You've already concluded that you have been stood up, but couldn’t help but hold on to a small ounce of hope.Just when you decide that you are gonna just go, you hear several familiar voices.

This night couldn’t suck any more. Looking over you confirm your suspicions, by seeing Atsumu and several of his teammates.You force your head down and hope that none of them see you looking this pitiful and hope you could sneak out undetected. That hope existed until the hostess decided to walk the men past your table to the other side of the restaurant. All it took was an innocent glance by Bokuto and your cover was blown. “Hey Tsum-Tsum. Isn’t that (Y/N).”

That’s how you end up alone with an uncharacteristically silent Atsumu.

“Hey”

The air was awkward as he slid into the seat across from you.

“Hi,” you mumble out. It had been about two weeks since you’d seen him or even texted him. That had been the longest of radio silence between you two ever in the several years you’d known each other. He noticed the way you continuously glance at your phone.

“Waiting on someone?” He has no idea what to say. He was the one that pretty much ghosted you after all, not even bothering to reply to your text.. He knew you saw his snapchats from a few weeks ago and didn’t know how to approach the topic.

On one hand, the two of you weren’t dating, but up until then you were the only person he’d even kissed in the past several months. He knew it was the same for you. No matter how much flirting either of you did with others it never went past just mere words.

“I got stood up.” Your own voice was uncharacteristically small and it made him frown. Where was the confident woman he’d seen you grow into and fell in love with. The way you were slouched sadly made him not even react to how you were gonna go on a date.

“With that guy from the club last month. I should've known this would happen.” The words fall bitterly from your mouth. Not that loser again. If he wasn’t one before he definitely is now. Who would stand you up. You were the closest thing to perfect in a person. He doesn’t say what he wants to, which would include shit talking the guy. Right now you need him as a friend.

“Did ya eat anything.”

You shake your head. “Well looks like you have even better company tonight. I’m starving.” He dismisses the way you ask if his team would be ok with him just ditching. “They’ll be fine. I got somethin’ more important to handle right now.” You don’t move the hand that reaches for your across the table. He’s gonna fix things and get his girl.

Dinner progresses with some awkwardness, both of you dancing around the elephant in the room. He decides to say something as you two nearly finish.

“Samu told me he talked to you that night” You hum in acknowledgement. You’d already figured that much.

“Listen, don’t worry about it. Let's just go back to the us from a year ago. Just friends. Before- this,” you motion between the two of you. The remainder of your food seemed completely unappealing so you just pushed it away.

“I was jealous.” Your unchanging expression prompts him to continue. “Of you and stupid Samu at the wedding. You looked so happy with him and he used to have a crush on ya and shit. Back in high school.”

Your scoff causes him to frown. “I know that and we talked that out ages ago. Me and Osamu are just friends and if you don’t remember he was only there because someone couldn't be. Is that why you ghosted me? God, you're an ass. How are you 23 acting like you're 13. Over someone you're not even dating at that.

Atsumu couldn’t help but drown your rant out. A sigh of relief escaped his lips, because there you were. The person unafraid to check him was back. “And now you're not even listening to me-”

“I love you.”

The confession and the casualty in which he said it caused you to pause. “Atsumu-” your warning falls on deaf ears as he repeats the words.

“I love you. That shouldn’t exactly be a surprise to ya doll.” You place your hand in his waiting upturned palm complaining about him being annoying. “I happen to know that ya love me back as well”,

“I hate you and Osamu.” You can’t help but roll your eyes at the smugness that has now returned to his eyes. You move your hand before handing him your unlocked phone. “What am I looking at.”

“The wallpaper.” He focuses his eyes past the apps and then stops.

“Wait how long has this been here. Why haven’t I noticed it” The picture had been from a New Year’s party you guys went to with a bunch of friends. The blurry picture captured the two of you mid laugh probably due to the alcohol in your systems having pulled away from a celebratory kiss.

“You never have my phone while it's unlocked,” you shrug ignoring the first question. The moment was captured during the newness of your arrangement, your friends thinking nothing of the moment and were prepared to just use it as drunk blackmail material.

“Ok but-”

“I love you too,” you start and pause. “And who knows why because you are the worst person in the world. You're loud, pretty annoying, rude, cocky-”

“Ok you're killing me here (Y/N). I thought-”

“But. Deep down, there is a part of you who’s not a complete asshole. You want the best for your friends. You make me laugh, a lot. You keep me on my toes and you're passionate. Kinda sexy too. So you’re not all bad.” At this point any tension between the two of you had fully dissipated. All there was left were two young adults grappling with what to do with the confessions.

“Don’t forget that I know how to get ya off”

“Pig Tsumu strikes again.” Despite rolling your eyes you can’t help but nod in agreement. “Is there any chance you’ll be coming home with this pig tonight. I missed ya.” You don’t miss the way his eyes focus in on your lips.

“Me or the sex.” You lean forward on the table noticing he follows your action.

“I don’t know why ya act like we weren’t friends first. So, whaddya say.” Your eyes glance at his own lips, almost willing to give in.

“I say that's the wrong question, love.” You stop right before your lips touch his sitting back in the booth causing him to gawk.

“What do ya mean wrong question. What am i-.”

It's something about the way you eye him that causes him to stop. Almost daring him to ask you. The way he chuckles indicates what you really want from him.

“You could ask me ya know. I did confess first after all”

“You're the one that fucked up in the first place Atsumu. Which we still have to talk about later-.

The feel of his body now seated next to yours and lips pressed to your ear causes you to shiver. “Alright then. (Y/N). will ya be my girlfriend” The sentence is punctuated with a kiss to the spot right under your ear, before he brings his hand to your jaw forcing you to look at him.

“That the right question baby?” His words almost mask the nervousness swimming in his eyes, and the fact that he’s nervous despite knowing the answer causes your heart to swell.

“Yes” You capture him in a hug first and before you press your lips against his-

“Hell yeah. Tsum Tsum got his girl.”

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“You're so good to me.” The bobbing of your head slows and atsumu loosens the grip he had on your hair. A calloused hand trails to your cheek gesturing you to crawl up the bed. “My pretty baby took me so well. Even swallowed for me. C’mere'' The hazy words were met with lips roughly pressing against yours. His tongue waited no time before pushing its way into your mouth. A jolt of pleasure shot through you as he lightly sucked on your tongue, tasting himself on you. You feel him twitch as your underwear covered crotch brushes against him.

Pulling away you left him breathless as you eye his neck met with the faintest tint of the hickey that had previously been there. One that you didn’t put there. A gentle squeeze along your waist caught your attention. “Whaddya thinkin’ about.” His question is ignored as you began to place open mouthed hisses along the side of his neck. You smirk at his groan as you bite down on the skin. Your hands card through his hair tugging the strands to give yourself better access. After soothing the skin with your tongue for the nth time you pull away to look at your handiwork.

“Jealous?” Your boyfriend’s eyes are amused.

“Just this once,” you accompany the sentence with a kiss pressed directly on the mark, hands now resting on his chest

“(Y/N) admitted being jealous. I really did grow on ya huh.” You groan in annoyance as you both laugh. He unfortunately did.

“I am sorry about that though,” his hands slide down to the back of your thighs, pulling you closer.

“Atsumu, actually apologizing? I’m surprised.”

“I’m a changed man when I’m in love.”

The sound of a light slap on his chest sounds the room. “Don’t get sappy on me. Its fuckin weird.” Atsumu can’t help but laugh. He pecks your lips before his hand roughly claps against your ass. The sting is immediate and forces an embarrassingly loud moan out of you. The offending hands rubs at the stinging skin as Atsumu’s voice drops dangerously.

“Is that why you wanted it rough tonight baby.” The words come out as a statement, as he recalls the quick conversation you two had as soon as you two entered.

“M’gonna make love to you tonight baby, You want that.” Atsumu’s voice came out deep in between the kisses on your neck. His arms had you held up against the wall. His hips pressed into yours and you could feel the growing bulge.

“Don’t go slow. I want you” You groaned out. You felt a smile against your neck as he looked you directly in the eyes.

“My pretty girl wants me that bad huh.” The condescending words sent a jolt of pleasure down you. His hand comes to meet your throat forcing you to look at him, the lightest of pressure there. The softness in his eyes contradicts his actions.

“I love you.”

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Atsumu feels the bed dip beside him, as you climb back in immediately easing under his waiting arm, legs tangled between his. You feel a kiss on the crown of your head as his hand rubs lightly up and down your arm. “You have fun?” Raising your head you look at him weirdly.

“I just went to pee weirdo.” The air still reeks of sex and for once he ignores your comment.

“This is different.” You can't help but nod. The two of you never cuddled after sober sex. Any time you’d stay the night the two of you always slept on your respective sides, or we’re still buzzing off alcohol. It felt too raw and intimate. Cuddling like that would have opened a jar of feelings either of you were willing to acknowledge at the time.

“But it's nice though right?”

The two of you sit in silence for a few moments before you sit up.

“Atsumu, can you stop acting weird about this. We’ve both wanted this for who knows how long so you can go back to you. Say some dumb shit I’m begging.”

That seems to get to him because before you know it his stupid smirk is back on his face. “I thought I had a shitty personality.” You feel yourself rolling your eyes but smiling nonetheless.

“You do. But I like it better than quiet and weird you.” This time you opt for draping your legs over his, your hand going up to play with his damp hair. “You need a shower.” The mention of that has him practically dragging you into the bathroom with him.

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“Hey ya know that picture we took a while ago?. The one I have as my wallpaper,” you nod as you dry your freshly washed face.

“What if i sent it to that scrub that stood you up.” You tighten the towel around your body as you actually bother to face him.

“Why?”

You feel him shrug before his arms come around your waist, head bending to rest his head on your shoulder. “No reason. Just as a thank you for screwing up and telling him that he’ll never get to know how nice and sweet your pussy tastes.” Atsumu lets out a gasp as you drive your elbow back into his stomach.

“Fucking pig.” He then lets out a laugh as he watches your scowl from the mirror before putting his hands up in defeat. Right before he exits the bathroom you speak. “But, go ahead.”

That night while you’re sleeping he types in the number you’d given him into his phone before scrolling his camera roll. As he comes across the picture he’s looking for he types away.

‘Thanks for standing (Y/N) up tonight. Appreciate you for helping me get my girl. Unfortunately you should lose her number and live with the fact that this will never be you ;)’

a/n: head empty idk i tried and i hope part 2 lived up to part 1. I debated on another open ended ending b/c i initially had another idea for this but here it goes. Yeah i attempted a lil bit more of the smut part and FAILED forgive me

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mlkytobio · 4 years

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hi this is for the haikyuu writers net secret summer fic exchange, and i’m writing for nayoung aka @toomuchtendou, hope you like this one :D

right person, wrong time

pairing: tendou x f!reader

word count: 1.2k

genre: fluff to angst

warnings: none

you met in the first year of high school. the shine and glory of getting accepted into shiratorizawa academy was something you would always take pride in. especially when you got in on a scholarship. but underneath all that, a scholarship was what stood between you and your future. that sum of money that the majority of the other students’ families could afford to pay, unlike yours.

tendou satori always interested you. you heard that his blocks were so good that he was nicknamed the “guess monster”. perhaps the fact that he looked a little wild and intimidating scared you off at first. but it was when you saw him comforting a bullied student that maybe, he had a kind heart.

when your friends dragged you to one of their practice games, you saw him firsthand. miracle boy satori and his blocks. and they were one hell of a block.

then you started seeing him everywhere. in the corner of your vision and in every turn you take. when you turned your head in class, he was there. sporting red hair and a wild grin.

when he asked you out on a date, you agreed instantly. because you always noticed him. always thought that he had something more to him than met the eye. and you were right. tendou satori, genius guess blocker, and perhaps kinder than what people said.

tendou satori was so, so different from you. but in all the good ways. perhaps there were bad ways too, but at that time, you didn’t see them.

“baby, do you want to stop by practice today? we can walk home together,” you heard his voice as arms circled around you, blocking your vision of the books on your desk.

“satori, we’re at school,” you murmured into his ear, but leaned into his arms, savouring the scent of him and just him, in general.

“doesn’t matter,” he shot back, and gave you a small kiss on the forehead, and you felt warm at that. “so? what do you say?”

“i have a lot of work to do, satori, maybe next time. besides, even though coach is out sick, i want to practice some new plays,” you said offhandedly, gently pushing his hands away to pick up your pen.

“you always say that,” he pouted, but shrugged. “i mean, if you think work is more important, sure.”

you smiled gently at him, not getting the underlying layer of hurt underneath his words. maybe that was when everything started unravelling by its carefully knitted thread.

“hey tendou, where’s that girlfriend of yours?” one of his classmates smirked as he walked down the hallway alone during lunch yet again. yet again were you at the library, catching up on some “subjects that you were weak at”. he knew that you were one of the best in your year, but somehow that wasn’t enough for you. your determination was one of the things he loved about you, but it went to your head sometimes. the pressure to succeed, to come out the last one standing, it consumed you with an overwhelming flame inside. and the fact that you weren’t open about your emotions at all did nothing to help it. you admitted some things to him, but nothing that deep.

he wondered if it was because you didn’t trust him fully. or maybe you didn’t feel the same way at all, and only agreed to be his girlfriend because you were kind.

“she’s studying, thank you for asking,” he snapped, starting to walk, but the same classmate scoffed, “better go check on her before she starts to care more about studying than you.”

he knew that he shouldn’t take it seriously. but those same words were stuck in his head the entire day, even as your head was lying on his shoulder on the bus ride home together. it had taken so much asking for you to finally agree to go home together, and as he looked at your closed eyes, your face somehow more at rest than when you were awake, his thoughts overcame him.

he thought you were beautiful. the most beautiful soul that he had ever seen. was he in love? maybe. he wasn’t sure. what he did know was that he wanted to spend every second of every waking minute with you, wanted to fall asleep to your breathing and he didn’t know what love was, only from books and movies.

and then there was what his classmate said. did you actually have feelings for him, the same ones he had for you? it felt like your relationship was hanging on its bare threads, threatening to rip more and more with each passing second.

tendou satori had a kind soul and a caring heart, and he was willing to deal with his insecurities as long as you were happy. that was it. he just wanted you to be happy.

if happy meant being without him, then he would just have to live with that.

the sheet of paper crumpled under your grip, hot fluid welling up in your eyes as all you could see in your vision were the red digits scrawled across it.

how did you allow this to happen? you kept asking yourself but then an answer wouldn’t come up.

tendou looked at you from afar, wanting to comfort you but not knowing how. he placed his hands carefully on your shoulders, the words “its okay, it’s just a grade” being what he decided on.

“it’s not just a grade,” you spat out, suddenly focusing your eyes on him. “i mean, of course you would think it was just a grade, wouldn’t you? this is important to me and you damn well know it satori.”

“i’m sorry,” he whispered, but then you had already stormed out of your classroom, leaving him to wonder just where did he screw up.

it was going so well. you looked like you were slowly opening up to him, and him to you. then he had to go screw things up with you. the exact opposite of everything he wanted to do at the start.

“i want to break up, satori,” your voice rang on the other side of the line, cold and static. tendou shifted his hold on the phone, his insides growing cold. surely it was some sort of prank. but he knew you, or so he thought, and you would never play that sort of joke.

“what?” was all he could manage to spit out, and by then he was frozen in his tracks, a standstill in time. oh how he wished time could stop at that moment.

“i want to break up,” you repeated. “i’m sorry. it’s just, i don’t think we’re ready for a relationship, not yet. i like you, i really do, just that there’s things i need to prioritise. and a relationship isn’t one of those things right now. i hope you understand.”

he felt numb inside. you never said you cheated on him or of the sorts, but why did it hurt so bad?

“yeah, yeah, of course,” he muttered, his grip on the phone tightening. he felt like the weight of the sky had collapsed in on him, and the aftermath was cold and bruised.

you hang up the phone, and as his hand fell, he wondered, yet again, where it all gone wrong. except everything did go wrong. but not for the reasons he had expected.

maybe in the future you would find each other again, or in another life. all the two of you knew that deep down, you never really wanted to break up with him.

it really was the right person, but the wrong time. that much he knew.

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sosugasweet · 4 years

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just dance! [bokuto/reader]

summary: dancing in the kitchen with your bf bokuto

rated G; fluff & cute; wc 275

Deciding on something simple for lunch, you were just taking some milk out of the fridge when Bokuto suddenly burst into the kitchen, shaking his phone in the air with a broad grin.

"Hey hey hey!"

You turned around to see him dancing wildly to the music blasting from his phone, which he had flung onto the kitchen island. Laughing, you fall back against the fridge door, its cool surface pleasant against your warm skin.

You barely get a chance to put down the milk on the counter before Bokuto grasps your wrist and pulls you into the center of the kitchen.

Without a second thought, the two of you wriggle around the kitchen, shaking your bodies along with the beat. The mid-afternoon sunlight illuminates your smiles as your footsteps tap in rhythm across the floor, your shadows overlapping as you swing your arms in the air haphazardly.

He grabs your hand and twirls you around, the two of you laughing until you are out of breath. His eyes glimmer, and you can’t remember the last time you danced like this. The beat ebbs and swells around you, and the two of you lose yourselves in each other and the music.

It isn’t until a slower song starts playing that the two of you finally collapse onto the floor, panting and chests heaving. You look over at Bokuto, limbs splayed out against the cool kitchen tiles.

He laughs at your flushed cheeks and messy hair, and thinks he’s never seen you cuter. You laugh at his pleased expression and think you’ve been blessed with an adorable boyfriend that can make any room a brighter place.

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sumeshi-t · 4 years

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gigil, or gheegle

(n): The uncontrollable urge to pinch or squeeze something that is unbearably cute.

[ushijima x reader] ; in which your boyfriend sees you crying for the first time, he was actually confused and didn't know what to do.

genre: fluff

a/n: seriously, what am i doing with my life 😩 i have a newfound love for ushiwaka, my fellow leftie, and this idea just came to mind.

you and ushijima were dating for a while now, around a few months, make it three, give or take.

it honestly surprised the whole team that their usually stoic, taciturn captain ended up with someone as "expressive" as you. it was even more of a shock to them upon their discovery that ushijima was the one who confessed first, and not the other way around. because, although they don't talk about it, it is a fact that ushijima is popular with the female (and even male) population of the school; the team was a witness to hopeful faces leave the gym with nothing but regret and embarrassment after being turned down.

they thought, "ah, opposites do attract," as they watched you bring food for the team with a bright smile on your face, ushijima just gently rests a hand on your head, lightly ruffling your hair in acknowledgment of your presence, and a simple "thank you, y/n". the team literally had no problem with having you around during their morning practices, since you made their captain calmer and more pleasant than usual.

it was some time after their loss to karasuno, and you thought of cheering him up, because, as you told them, "toshi's less livelier these days", and how you manage to notice these slightest things about ushijima, even tendou couldn't comprehend.

so you decided to invite your boyfriend over to your place, because there was this musical you've been dying to watch, and you've also been dying to spend some alone time with ushijima (because despite the tournament being over, it didn't mean that his volleyball was).

ushijima didn't mind; he even cleared out his schedule just to give in to your whims, even if you were really doing this more for him than it was for your sake.

your room was dark, the laptop's bright screen the only source of light. soon as you pressed play, you nestled yourself between his legs, and ushijima's arms automatically wrap around your waist to pull you closer, close enough that he could press his lips lightly on top of your head. you look up, plant a kiss of your own on the edge of his jaw, then lean comfortably on his more than stable and firm chest, eyes ready to absorb every scene.

as the musical progressed, your boyfriend found himself paying more attention to you than at the show on the screen.

why, you were a masterpiece all by yourself, that he has all for himself.

he doesn't say it much, as ushijima is a man of a few words, but he really is, genuinely in awe by how much you can feel. raw emotions just easily laid out for him to see and indulge in; the way your arm hairs stood on end with how the songs affected you, the way you didn't hold back a loud laugh when the lines were funny for you, the way your brows knitted in confusion, anticipation, and fury at the antagonists and the unfolding story.

and then, you felt uneasy in your position, you leaned forward with your back hunched, putting some distance between your bodies, and you clutch your pillow tighter in between your arms. ushijima didn't mind.

that was until when you let out a string of curses from under your breath, was he evidently concerned, and surprised. the last time he's heard that much profanity from you was when tendou beat you in a video game.

instead of calling out your name, ushijima reached for you, a large hand on your back; and you turn your head to look at him, sensitive to his touch. he sees your eyes were wide and tear-filled for a fraction of a moment, before you were once again glued to the screen, leaving your boyfriend in a mixture of confusion and concern.

ushijima has never seen you like this, he's never had any chance to see you cry because he never wanted to see you hurt. that's why, right at that moment, the ace of shiratorizawa felt at a loss as to what to do next. he even contemplated digging for his phone in his pocket to text tendou for help, but he fought against it.

when your shoulders began to shake and incoherent noises left your quivering mouth, ushijima frowned. he moved to hit the spacebar, and you gasp at having the show be interrupted. so you look at him, wanting to ask him why he did that. but your boyfriend just pulled you in an embrace; one hand going up and down your back, while the other rested on the back of your head.

your face was practically buried in his chest, and you realize what was happening.

you couldn't decide now whether to continue crying from the sorrows of the scene, or from joy at how adorable your boyfriend was being.

when ushijima felt your body release the tension, erratic breathing slowing down to a steady calm, he loosens his hold on you, and you look up at him, tear streaks illuminated by the laptop's light.

"can we continue watching now...?"

ushijima takes a moment to consider your request, eyes scanning your face, "do you feel better now?"

the tease in you jumped out at that opportunity he presented to you. your lips slightly pucker, thinking of an answer, "maybe... maybe not. i think there's one thing that can put me at ease that only you can do, toshi," you sniff between phrases to prevent snot from running down over your lips.

ushijima took note of how nasal your voice sounded when you spoke after crying, he took note of how puffy your eyelids were, how red your cheeks became, and how much smaller you look. even if these things were all meant to be unattractive, to him, you only looked nothing but adorable. he thought volleyball was beautiful enough until he met you. just looking at you makes his heart leap inside his chest, that he suddenly had the need to gulp to push it down bac its place.

'one thing only i can do...?'

you waited for your boyfriend to figure out what it is you were asking for, watching as his eyes trailed from your face to focus solely on your lips. it felt like forever, but when it came to ushijima, forever was a worthwhile wait.

because nothing beats the sweet feeling of ushijima's lips against yours.

he was gentle, careful, hesitant; eyes barely open so he could still watch your face. and there you go, pouring out emotions at such speed, that he felt was more than enough for the both of you.

an arm wraps around his neck, while the other hand makes its way to tangle in his dark olive hair. ushijima responds by pulling you closer, both hands resting on the junction between your hips and your ass.

his kisses became firm, steadily getting deeper as you feel his head tilting towards where you were tugging. so you decide to take a peek, and you see how much ushijima was completely lost in the kiss, that a faint shade of pink dusted his cheeks.

you smile, soft giggles making you lose your breath fast as you engrave that image of his into your brain. when you were about to pull away, you could only gasp as ushijima gives you a squeeze where his hands rested.

"t-toshi!"

"hm?" his face was already inching closer again. you baited him for a kiss, now he's hungry for more.

"what was that about?"

he realizes what he did, and what effect it had on you.

"...i couldn't help it, you're too cute, y/n," the way ushijima says this with a small smile and a warmth in his eyes that he's only ever shown you, catches you off guard. your face flushed and you've left him no choice but to pinch your cheeks.

to this, you pout, and he leans in to steal another peck at your lips.

“i love you, y/n,”

you steal a kiss from him too, and you murmur, “i love you too, wakatoshi,”

then, you sigh contentedly. “come on, we’re only halfway through the musical... i think you should get ready for more of those where they came from, because i don’t think i’m about done crying yet,”

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