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foranpo · 2 years

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ੈ˚★ five times kyoutani found out about love.

synopsis: kyoutani wasn't very wise when it came to feelings, but thank god he had you to teach him a little more.

fandom: haikyuu.

character: kyoutani kentarou.

reader: gn!

genre: long-shot.

content: fluff, soft kyoutani.

word count: 3k.

cole's note: recycled post #yup (@.kashika/@.sam-writs). i am #1 kyoutani defender, bye.

ੈ♡˳────── enjoy the reading <3 ──────

The first time was an impulsive act of yours.

Although you weren't the team's manager, your presence in training and games became something quite common and, as such, all the players and coaches were looking forward to your good mood and words of encouragement, whether during training, games or a simple meeting; the reality is that wherever the team went, you went too. In jest, many of them started calling you their mascot, an affectionate nickname that quickly made its way into the mouths of every member of the volleyball club, all of whom saw you as a younger member of that family in need of protection.

So, it was normal for you to be next to the coaches during training, your perception of that sport improving visibly and, as such, all your comments were welcomed by the various players and coaches. You did a great job cheering up the team; your good disposition and your incessant encouragement were part of your, all the players esteeming you and your effort –you really liked that little family and wanted to take care of them.

Now, as much as you told them not to work so hard, or to rest, and as much respect they had for you, the reality is that most of them didn't listen to you, especially Kyoutani Kentarou.

Kyoutani has always been a complicated boy for you, someone you couldn't get close to for nothing, the few words you exchanged being out of pure courtesy; that's why there wasn't a strong connection between you and him, your coexistence being only obligatory due to the club; however, Kyoutani was still part of the volleyball team and, as such, in a way, he was still important to you.

So it was almost instinctive for you to run to him in that practice, the headbutt he'd landed on the net post looking painful; your feet ran rapidly until you reached Kyoutani, your knees quickly finding the ground in such a violent and drastic way, your eyes searching for some visible wound on his forehead while your lips, almost in a cry of anguish, asked “Are you okay?”.

Kyoutani's reaction was no surprise: the absence of any gesture or word shown that he wasn't expecting you to come to his aid so worried; his eyes could not leave your delicate figure while your hands quickly found his face, searching minutely for any wound, any redness in his face; Kyoutani was static, without reaction, his lips wanting to say something, but without any result because, quite simply, Kyoutani Kentarou was not used to displays of affection.

But what really surprised him, what really made Kyoutani realize that it was something more than affection, was when you got closer and closer to him, your lips following an invisible path to his forehead, depositing a small, tender kiss that caught everyone off guard.

“What are you doing?” Kyoutani had finally uttered more than two mere words, the aggression in his voice trying in vain to camouflage the strong pink tone that grew at an extreme speed on his cheeks.

And you just straightened up, your hands resting on your legs while a wide and strong smile shamelessly ripped your face as you repeated that phrase that you insisted on repeating to the other members, now only addressed to him:

“I’m kissing it better.”

The second time was pure coincidence.

Winter has always been a season that gave you constant struggles: the school uniform being too thin to withstand the cold, the incessant snowfall, the icy wind that cut your face, the constant evaluations at school, the long hours at the club; winter was a season of the year that never stopped challenging you.

And that day was no different.

You had stayed late at school, helping teachers and students prepare for the winter festival, a pile of tasks piling up with your breath, the end of your suffering coming with the first stars of the night.

It was late, you knew it was late, but you couldn't help but stop by the gym on the way home, the curiosity to know if you were alone taking care of your steps and dictating your path. You walked carefully, your feet afraid to step on the ground due to the heavy and thick layer of snow that covered it, the school lights illuminating so shyly and awkwardly your way to the gym; you warmed your hands close to your mouth, the scarf you wore was of little use when the strong wind insisted on laying it on the ground.

So it was a relief when you reached the gym, a small figure closing the building door after turning off all the lights.

“Are you the last one?” your smile was tender, delicate, embellished by the soft snowflakes that colored your hair; you stood in front of the gym, waiting for him to just close the door and come to you –hoping he would come to you.

“I stayed late,” it was rare to hear Kyoutani's voice; even though he had already stopped avoiding you, even though he now really listened to you as you spoke, he was still the same, distant and cold, not wanting anyone to approach him and not wanting to approach anyone –but that didn't make him any less important.

He took out the gym key and stuffed it awkwardly in his pants pocket, starting a path unknown to you, his footsteps trying to take him home; and you quickened your pace, running a little after Kyoutani, only slowing your speed when you finally caught up with him.

Silence settled between the two of you as the sounds of the city began to snuggle your footsteps into the icy snow.

Kyoutani was looking at you carefully, without you noticing that you were being the focus of his attention; your steps were toasted by the delicate sound of the snow, the strong lights of the city managing to obstruct for a moment the sweet and delicate stars that tried to show you the way; and you remained beside Kyoutani, a strong and true smile on your face, your hands incessantly fixing your scarf.

And he kept looking at you, not being able to understand what you were doing, or what you intended with that walk.

You intrigued Kyoutani, you were someone he just couldn't understand or unravel because you always seemed so genuine it seemed like a lie; so he couldn't help but think that you had secondary motives for your actions, especially when it came to him, because Kyoutani just couldn't believe that you really cared about him –he could only doubt you.

“What are you doing?” he stopped pacing and stared at you, confusion and doubt fully exposed on his rosy face from the cold.

You shrugged your shoulders, looked at the stars and let the icy night air scratch your throat when you so naturally and genuinely let words of affection and tenderness penetrate Kyoutani's heart:

“I’m walking you home.”

The third time was a courtesy of yours.

The exams before summer were always the most difficult; as such, there were several sessions scheduled by the club in an attempt to improve academic performance. The location always varied, no specific place to be claimed by you, the sessions always to be booked at the last minute; cafes or own houses, each day was different and, on that day, it was up to you to offer your house for a small study session.

It was an intense Saturday afternoon, surrounded by books and notes, discussions of topics and mutual help filling the living room of your house, food and drinks disappearing at a surprising speed. It was a productive afternoon, something quite rare with such an eccentric group, so the feeling of accomplishment was visible in your broad smile as you lazily said goodbye to your friends –after all, night was coming and the exams started early the following Monday.

You were at your door saying goodbye to the last boys, Iwaizumi and Kyoutani looking too tired to hear you properly, Oikawa being too noisy to hide his tiredness. And you could only smile; despite your extreme tiredness and your desire to close your eyes to get a good night's rest, you could only smile with Oikawa's eccentricity, Iwaizumi's hoarse words, Kyoutani's shy looks.

It was with a big smile on your face that you said your last goodbye to your colleagues, your words coming out in a slurred whisper when you asked them, with affection and kindness, to let you know when they got home –since it was already dark and the scenarios that could happen were infinite.

So, taken by your affectionate gesture, the boys went on their way, Oikawa and Iwaizumi texting you almost at the same time after ten minutes, Kyoutani still walking his long and lonely way home.

Kyoutani's mind wouldn't stop working.

Your kind request continued to resonate loudly in his mind, haunting him during the dark journey he took home; your sweet words continued to vibrate strongly in his mind, intrigued him even more with every step he took –after all, did you really want to know if he got home safe? It seemed impossible for Kyoutani someone wanting to care about his well-being, and the fact that that someone was you only made the whole scenario more unlikely. Therefore, it was only natural for Kyoutani to come home and throw his body onto the bed, totally ignoring your request, totally forgetting about his cell phone.

That is, until it started ringing.

Kyoutani was about to fall asleep when his cell phone started to vibrate loudly inside his backpack, a small melody coming up soon after; the boy got up from the bed a little reluctantly, all the tiredness he was saving for sleep dissipating from the moment he got up –and Kyoutani just wanted to sleep.

With short, uncertain steps, he approached the corner of the room, crouching down and taking out the cell phone where the bright colors of the screen played with each other, forming your name with some enthusiasm and joy.

And Kyoutani, quite confused, decided to answer.

“What are you doing? It's almost one in the morning,” Kyoutani sat on the floor in utter defeat, his free hand being placed behind his head as he let himself fall back, his back feeling the warm wood, his eyes closing with the tiredness.

You didn’t hold your reply for long.

Since he had left your house almost three hours ago that you waited patiently for his message, or for him to enter some social network and make his existence known; but Kyoutani had just gone to sleep and he didn't deign to answer, to make a small and simple gesture. The scenarios that had run through your head were countless and all violent, each worse than the last, Kyoutani's explosive nature being your main source of concern.

So when you heard his voice, so sleepy and slurred, you breathed a sigh of relief and let your body fall comfortably on your bed, your eyes closing as your lips, so slowly and lazily, replied to Kyoutani:

“I’m checking on you. You didn’t text me.”

The fourth time was a mistake of yours.

Monday mornings were always difficult for you; it was impossible to wake up early or on time on a Monday and, as such, your whole process of getting ready and getting your things for school was done in an extreme rush, your mind never being able to accurately process everything that was happening. Thus, on that particular morning, it was with great surprise that you sat down at your classroom desk on time, your hands rummaging through your suitcase and discovering a little mistake of yours.

Throughout the morning classes, you kept thinking about that mistake of yours, your mind trying to make excuses for what you did.

You were so confused, you couldn't remember the exact moment you screwed up; I mean, you perfectly remembered waking up ten minutes after the alarm, your uniform being so inhumanly dressed it was a wonder it looked good on you; your hair was combed with your fingers while your elbows pushed books and pencils into your backpack; after putting your lunch in your bag, you ran out of the house and got to the classroom on time. So… where did you go wrong?

The fateful lunch hour has arrived and with it the exposure of your mistake.

You sat at your table with a blank stare, while your backpack rested carefully on your legs, and after taking a deep breath, you decided to take your bento box and set it down on the table, a second box appearing inside your backpack.

You sighed.

Would you have to eat it all by yourself?

You started to hear little laughs in the room, your friends pointing out your mistake and offering to eat your second lunch –after all, your cooking was coveted by the entire school.

However, just as you looked up to confront the various requests, you saw a Kyoutani lost in the hallway, a small sandwich from the vending machine remaining intact inside the plastic in his hand; and you smiled.

“Kyoutani!”

Your call quickly caught his attention and as soon as he saw you smiling and calling out to him with your hand, he approached you with slow steps.

From the moment his feet stepped into your classroom, absolute silence was felt, all the students eating their lunch with unnecessary attention to Kyoutani, the boy feeling pressured by the people's shameless looks.

“What do you want?”

You just pointed to the empty chair in front of you and the second lunch box, your smile so wide and sincere it managed to infect Kyoutani for mere seconds. He held the chair and placed it next to you, his hands nervously holding the second box while a sweet and faint smile began to shyly appear on his face when Kyoutani heard your words:

“I made an extra lunch and I want to share it with you.”

The fifth time was constant.

Kyoutani knew you since the first year of high school. Although you didn't attend the same class, your paths crossed constantly in the halls and, later, in the volleyball club; as such, a small bond began to emerge between you, a tenuous and fragile bond that was held by you –until Kyoutani realized the four times you showed affection.

Kyoutani was never a boy of positive feelings, anger and disobedience constantly driving his actions, never questioning the side effects he could cause. Kyoutani never believed in love, or friendship, or anything else, because, quite simply, Kyoutani never thought he was capable of being loved.

But everything changed with you.

Your arrival in his life came wrapped in a thin paper of warmth, a fiery ball of affection exploding under the wrapping, the strong and positive emotions you provided Kyoutani being completely alien to him. It was all new to him, your small gestures managing to break down so incessantly the high, thick walls he had created over time. And Kyoutani didn't care at all; your vulgar effort touched him in a surprising way, your good and genuine nature managing to bring some clarity to Kyoutani's life.

And he could count how many times you showed him that he was important, that he was capable of being loved.

“Good morning!” your voice echoed down the hall as soon as you saw Kyoutani, your footsteps rushing towards him and stopping in front of him, a big and tender smile beautifying your face when, so excitedly, you said the same words again, this time just for him. “Good morning, Kyoutani.”

And that was when Kyoutani realized: seeing you so close to him, the repetition of your words being carried out in mere seconds, your smile being formed instantly, he realized.

“Five times,” he muttered those words under his breath, his mind taking him back to all the mornings you wished him a good morning, not a single day passing you by in those two years. You used to take some of your time to say hello to him every day for two years now, mere seconds of your day that, in a certain way and that he only now realized, made him happier.

And you smiled, realizing what he meant with those little words.

You thought it was obvious: Issei constantly thanking you for your little daily reminders, Shigeru not being able to have a good day without your sweet words; but you knew that with Kyoutani you had to give him more time, you had to be patient; you knew that eventually he would realize –and he finally did, the rosy color in his cheeks fooled no one.

So it was with great relief that you spoke before going to your classroom, your words hovering in the hallway and taking time to dissipate, wanting, above all, to deliver the message correctly to Kyoutani; your lips moved clearly, his smile expanding with every word:

“Love is in the little things, after all.”

ੈ♡˳───── feedback is appreciated <3 ─────

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reneethekraken · 1 year

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Tag Directory <3

I feel like this will be a lot easier on moi so I'm including commonly used tags on my page so you can easily find things if they're not in the masterlist!

boku no hero academia- my main one

Haikyuu- my side piece

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darkchocolaine · 2 years

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Cw Hirugami calls you neesan. (Not incest, you're his older sister's friend.)

Tagging @nakizumie ;)

Your voice is what keeps Hirugami grounded as he feels himself slipping off into insanity at the situation he finds himself in. With your legs on both sides of him, pussy clenching around his fingers. Your breath is tickling against his ears as your lips latch on to his earlobes, playfully nipping and licking.

"Curl your fingers in-… ahh… just like that."

Every instruction that rolls off your tongue, he follows them with great enthusiasm. If you order him to slow down, he'd slow down. If you order him to suck, he'd suck.

He curls his fingers inside you, rubbing sensually against your tight walls and gently slips his digits in and out that draws out sweet moans from you. Your hand tightens around his shoulders as he picks up speed and you're eagerly rutting against his hand. His other free hand is on your hip, nails digging at the fat of your flesh to keep you steady.

The pace he sets is fast, pumping his fingers in and out of you that you are shuddering and squirming in his hold, tearing out obscene whimpers from your throat.

"Sachirou, ahh… rub my clit."

His thumb finds your swollen bud in no time and he's rubbing circles on them.

"Neesan, do you like that?" He asks, adam's apple rolling as he gulps down. His voice is rough, breath labored as he watches you lose yourself in his fingers. His face is flush red in arousal, his curls sticking to his face with the sweat beading his forehead.

The sight before him is so arousing that he felt his cock harden at your face twisted in pleasure, your eyes rolling to the back of your head and mouth hanging open.

His lips find your neck, sucking and licking and placing a few bites on your tender skin.

"Yeah..." You sigh helplessly as you feel the familiar warmth pooling in your abdomen. "Fuck. I'm cumming."

And you're shuddering, your figure arching as you gush around Hirugami's fingers, toes curling at the wave of pleasure tearing through your whole body. Hirugami slows down and gently removes his fingers from your sloppy entrance. A choked out moan escaped from your lips.

He shifts in his seat comfortably as he drags your hips down to feel his bulging cock.

"I need you too," he whines, huffing at your face as he leaves open mouthed kisses at the side of your face.

You chuckle at his pouting.

"Let's get you settled too, shall we?"

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star-puff · 3 years

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05.24.21 ; oikawa tooru

oikawa can't remember your face.

and maybe it's his lack of trying, the strain that eleven thousand miles puts on his memory, but he can't see your face like he used to.

he remembers that you were beautiful. your smile, the dip of your cupid's bow, the way your nose scrunched as you laughed, it all comes to him in flashes of silence in the dark.

oikawa hates you for that. he wants to, at least.

because despite all his preening and posturing, what good is love if not returned? what good is it if it's been trampled and lost and faded into sepia-toned photographs and whispers of affection lost in time.

(was it a lie? he wants to ask. was everything we had together a lie, something so easily thrown away? i loved you. i loved you, i loved, you, i love you.

love. loved. what difference does it make in the end if you're gone?)

he wants to be dyed in memories, to have your words tattooed on his skin, to have the shape of your body molded to his forever, to be burned by your touch alone. maybe, that way, his heart wouldn't be bleeding like it is now, what he has left of you slipping through his fingers and turning to dust.

oikawa blinks and he's there. that small kitchen you'd always fawned over, granite tiles of the island sleek underneath the basket of fruit you'd always kept filled to the brim. fractals of light spinning and dancing in the corners of his vision, your voice comes in fragments, fading in and out between the sizzling of scrambled eggs in the pan and the boiling of water for morning coffee.

he wraps his hand around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder as he soaks you into his being. all he wants is a few more seconds, a little more time to remember the scent of your favorite shampoo, that mint toothpaste you hated to use, the brand of your lucky white shoes, that matching bracelet he'd given you that was supposed to mean infinity and forever.

even you can allow him this, muffled and blurred at the edges as you are.

"tooru," you say gently, and he knows this is the end. "tooru, i love you. it's why i have to go. i'm sorry."

(for everything, you mean. everything, everything, everything.)

he smiles. "me too."

oikawa blinks again, and the dream is gone. this is goodbye—for you, and for him.

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sunshinenoya · 3 years

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a little tighter - tendō satori

⋆༉‧₊˚ [9:53 pm]

tugging the sleeves of his sweater to gain his attention, he looked down to see you with your head bent low. a look of confusion fleeted across tendō’s features before bending down to your level to hear what you had to say. your hands grasped the collar of his shirt gently, inching him closer.

tendō brushed off the rest of the volleyball team that was waiting for him, signalling that he wanted to stay with you. some nodded and went off down the street but the others stayed, too concerned about your current state.

with your head still bent low, you whispered so softly it wouldn’t have been able to hear but tendō did hear. he was always listening when it comes to you.

he nodded enthusiastically to your request with a smile painting his face. straightening up to his normal height, he grabbed both your arms to wrap around him. you instantly snuggled up against him and accepted the warmth his body radiated. his right hand caressing your head as he ran his left hand behind your back. he smiled softly at you.

rubbing your face against his chest stirred something in tendō’s heart. maybe it was the tickle he felt since your head was physically against his chest but maybe it was the thought that you seek and found comfort in him.

never in a million years did he believe he would be provide a safe space to someone else. often perceived as the monster has scarred him deep but with you up against his chest, inhaling his scent from his hoodie, he believed that maybe he wasn’t a monster anymore. or was in the first place.

you came barging into his life (quite literally, you bumped into him in the hallways of shiratorizawa and he helped you with your fallen books but alas, that is a tale for another time) and soon became the first thing he thinks of at the start of the day and the last thing on his mind as his heads hit the pillow.

he knew deep down that he wasn’t always a monster, being a part of the volleyball team was valid evidence. but there was always a crinkling doubt in his chest that maybe they only tolerated him. all doubts were thrown away as you made your place as his girlfriend, cementing away any doubts he had left.

tendō smiled down at you, his heart beating rapidly at the thought of loving you so much. heart beating so loud tendō hoped you wouldn’t hear with your head so close to his heart.

his thoughts were interrupted when he felt your body shiver against him and chuckled softly. the rumbling of his chest made you look up at him and tendō swore he was rebirthed. never had he seen someone so undeniably adorable as you.

pushing him off you gently, ignoring the pout of your lips, he took of his hoodie and gave it to you. eyes of confusion and a hint of anger bore into his. tendō only giggled softly before putting his hoodie onto you.

once your head popped from the hoodie, you were greeted with a beaming smile that could put any toothpaste commercial to shame. you couldn’t help but mirror his smile.

you weren’t feeling well. your surroundings seem to be caving in your peripheral vision but you have your love, tendō to be there for you. always.

the love you felt in his eyes was enough to calm the most chaotic storm. his hugs providing you with the warmth and safety you oh so dearly needed. you could count on him to make your days brighter whether it be with his hilarious antics, his smile or his presence alone.

you could always trust him to hug you a little tighter.

- ✧ -

author’s note!

hello my loves!! :D i feel more confident in writing now as ever so i hope you will look forward to my incoming works!! i’ll like to thank you for waiting for me. i hope this fic is enough to bring comfort to those who needs it in these times. fun fact: this fic birthed from a dream i had with someone i knew in real life!! and he was vv tall so it reminded me of tendō and their personalities matched vv well so thus this fic :D please remember to take care and that ily. stay safe <3

appreciation!

thank you to @afishcalledfatin and @bananallamameow for proof reading my work !!

posted on - 6th of january 2021

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rikorene · 4 years

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HAIKYUU MASTERLIST :

UPDATED : October 21, 2020

KARASUNO :

my cinderella [one-shot] || kageyama tobio - angst, fluff.

- you’ve lived your life in the cold dark shadows inside of the walls of your mansion, never believing in things such as soulmates nor love, even dismissing the simple thought of it. then, you met a pair of lovely navy blue eyes that oddly resembled blueberries, but despite that, they held so much warmth in it. a warm feeling that you didn’t want to ever let go.

soulmates [one-shot] || kageyama tobio - fluff, soulmate au.

- an au wherein the world is dull and almost colorless to everyone until they talk to their soulmates.

heartstrings [one-shot] || tsukishima kei - fluff

- inspired by the anime “given”

“you wanna fight?” [one-shot] || tsukishima kei - fluff.

- tsukishima fighting for his chubby s/o when somebody disrespects her during a match.

you’d come over, right? [social media au] || tsukishima kei

- you, a party person. someone who loves to go out and socialize, the complete opposite of tsukishima kei. while you find comfort in going out and having fun with your friends, kei would rather stay at home. but kei was entranced at how you were genuine and sincere with every action you did, while you were infuriated at how sarcastic and arrogant kei acted towards you. you know what they say, opposites attract, right?

HEADCANONS :

Sawamura Daichi reacting to their teammates accidentally calling their s/o “mom” during practice. - fluff.

Tsukishima Kei making up with his s/o after a bad argument. - fluff

Nishinoya Yuu dealing with jealousy - crack, fluff.

Nishinoya Yuu & Tsukishima Kei takes you out on a date. - fluff

NEKOMA :

next to you [one-shot] || kuroo tetsuro - smut, fluff.

- alone in the bar, dressed in red. god, you looked so irresistible. you thought you could play the game with kuroo. the risk you took was calculated, but man, were you bad at math.

HEADCANONS :

Kuroo Tetsuro reacting to their teammates calling their s/o “mom” during practice - fluff, crack.

Kozume Kenma dealing with jealousy - fluff

SHIRATORIZAWA :

without you [series] || ushijima wakatoshi - angst, fluff.

[ part i. / part ii. / part iii. / part iv. ] [ alternative universe ]

- supporting and loving him unconditionally was something that you did to him as if it was second nature. he was like the sun, unreachable, warm, too warm almost blazing hot. and you, icarus, flew too close to the sun, and it all ended up in flames.

18 [one-shot] || ushijima wakatoshi - angst.

- “i have loved you since we were 18.”

HEADCANONS :

Ushijima Wakatoshi reacting to their teammates calling their s/o “mom” during practice - fluff, crack.

Tendou Satori overthinking that his s/o fell out of love - slight angst, fluff.

AOBA JOHSAI :

Edith || iwaizumi hajime - angst.

- a cool sumer night, the AC on full blast, you in his hoodie with his arms around you for warmth and you remember how much you cherished nights like these.

HEADCANONS :

Oikawa Tooru dealing with jealousy - fluff.

Oikawa Tooru reacting to their teammates accidentally calling their s/o “mom” during practice. - fluff

FUKURODANI :

HEADCANONS :

Bokuto Koutaro dealing with jealousy - fluff

Akaashi Keiji reacting to their teammates accidentally calling their s/o “mom” during practice - fluff, crack.

Akaashi Keiji takes you out on a date. - fluff

home [one-shot] || miya atsumu - fluff

- there were many words to describe miya atsumu, but to you, he was your home.

HEADCANONS :

Miya Osamu reacting to a singer s/o - fluff

DATE TECH :

JOHZENJI :

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hidden-otaku-stuff · 4 years

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Pre-game Rituals

Word count: 800+

Pairing: Kita x gn!reader

Genre: fluff

AN: Kita has me so soft ;~;

The squeaks of shoes filled the air as a ball was being thrown around. You squirmed in your seat, cheeks dyed red. “So, you just did that.”

“Not intentionally!” You squealed, burying your face into your notebook.

“Should we be havin’ a conversation with you ‘bout PDA?”

“I didn’t know you were into Kita.”

Your cheeks burned as you shifted uncomfortably. “Aren’t you both supposed to be watchin’ your team play?” You fixed the two coaches with a hard glare.

“She even glares like him!” Kurosu cackled, drawing attention from the bench players.

“I hate it here,” you grumbled. “I shoulda moved when I had the chance.”

“Oi, both of you behave.” Oomi nudged Kurosu. “If you don’t, we’ll call Kita over.” You let out a strangled cry of displeasure, slamming the notebook into your lap.

“I officially hate it here. I’d like to resign, effective immediately.” You punctured a hole in the page as you angrily added a mark under Serve Aces, Atsumu Miya. You cursed under your breath.

“C’mon, it was kinda cute,” Kurosu pointed out, eyes surveying his players. You could feel yourself sweating, knowing that brown eyes were staring into the side of your head. You hadn’t meant to, it just happened!

They had just finished warming up, gathering as a team by the coaches’ bench. As their manager, you were handing out towels and bottles to refresh the players. “You guys got this! This team has been to Nationals many times already. We don’t need memories, but your dumbasses got the skills to make it again.” You cheered, hip-bumping Atsumu.

“‘Course we do, we’ve got me.”

“You’re so full of yourself.” Atsumu scowled at his twin brother, moving to roll up his sleeves and start brawling.

“Atsumu.” The named twin froze, glancing over. “Is wastin’ energy before a match the best thing to do? Especially before the finals?”

“No, Kita-san.” Atsumu mumbled.

“Then behave yourself.” Kita crossed his arms. The males turned back to Coach Kurosu who launched into his pre-game speech. You found yourself planted next to Kita as you vaguely listened. Kita surveyed you in the corner of his eyes, not saying anything before he refocused on his coach. You and Kita had been friends for a long while now. It’d actually been him who had convinced you to become the volleyball manager back in your first years. He had known that you were tired of sitting on the reserves back in middle-school and that you had wanted to do something more fulfilling. The sound of clapping snapped you back to reality.

The group of boys disbanded, moving amongst themselves and going back to their own pre-game rituals. You absentmindedly looked up at the male beside you, stepping onto your tip-toes and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Good luck, Kita-san.” You mumble, mind wandering to strategies for the game.

“Did they just..?”

“(Name)! You just gave Kita a kiss?!” You were shaken out of the haze by the boys crowding you.

“Huh?” Your eyes scanned the mob, looking up to see Kita’s cheeks tinted pink, fingers brushing against the spot you’d just touched. Jaw dropped, you attempted to stammer a response only for Coach Kurosu yell for them to take their positions. Unhappily, you stalked to the coaches’ bench, all but collapsing on it. “I’m so screwed,” you moaned, burying your face into your hands.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like Kita. You’d actually had a crush on the captain for a few years now, ever since you were in your second year and he had helped you study for exams. There was never any sign or indication that the blunt captain had returned your feelings, so you’d done all you could to suppress it.

The sound of a whistle blowing caught your attention, snapping you out of your self-imposed spell. Your eyes widened, the game was over and you definitely needed to be anywhere BUT here. “Bye!” You mumbled to the coaches, attempting to slip away in the chaos.

Two arms looped around yours, hauling you back. “Where do ya think you’re goin’?”

“‘Tsumu! ‘Samu! Don’t you fuckin’ dare,” you whisper aggressively. “I will end you!” They both laughed, throwing you into somebody. You wished a god would bless you and send a bolt of lightning to kill you right then and there. Trying to ignore the warmth of his arms around you, you squeezed your eyes shut. “Heya, Kita-san.” He chuckled - a rare occurrence really - before helping you to your feet. You stood awkwardly, trying to take a few steps back only to be trapped in his arms.

“So, would ya like to make that a regular occurence or did we skip a few steps?”

“Oh shut it,” you scowled, the back of your neck burning now. Kita let out a wry chuckle, pressing his lips to yours.

“If Kita’s dad, did (Name) just take your place as Mom?”

“Shut up ‘Tsumu!”

#kita #kita shinsuke #kita shinsuke x reader #inarizaki #kita fluff #kita shinsuke fluff #inarizaki shenangians #hidden-otaku-stuff #haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu drables #haikyuu oneshots #haikyuu fluff #hq imagines #hq drabbles #hq oneshots #hq fluff

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misora-msby · 3 years

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umm does anyone know of any haikyuu writer groups that are open for applications? i'd like to join one but i'm not too sure where to find one ;u;

preferably one that does a mix of sfw and nsfw?

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu drables #haikyuu headcanons #hq x reader

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rinstars · 3 years

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send me thirsts or like thoughts! lets talk about haikyuu men… sunarin if u wanna be specific 😋 nsfw and sfw OK lets share opinions and stuff

#!pov!#give me the thoughts running thru ur minds #hehe lets gooo #ALSO i was reading wastelands on my hiatus #holy shit #yeah thats all i jus wanna share #suna x reader #haikyuu x reader #suna drabbles #haikyuu drables

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heich0e · 2 years

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a piece of you with me kageyama tobio/reader (haikyuu!) word count: 1.5k tags: soft boyf tobio, domestic bliss, long distance relationship woes, mans has never worn an ankle sock and you cannot change my mind

Kageyama Tobio has only ever owned two kinds of socks.

White ones, and black ones.

Same brand.

Same style.

He receives a new 5-pack of each colour for every birthday from his mother and father, retiring the oldest 5 pairs of each shade to replace with the new ones each time.

He owns 30 pairs total, which may seem like a lot, but he’s a strong proponent of a midday sock change, and his training schedule as a professional athlete necessitates more than one pair per day between training and morning runs and practices — plus he’s bad at remembering to do his laundry.

You know a lot of things about Kageyama, that’s a normal part of dating someone. But you learn new things about him all the time, like how when he was a kid he had a reoccurring dream about being a magician’s assistant, or that he sometimes gets hives if he eats too many strawberries but eats them anyway in the summer time.

Or how he only owns two kids of socks.

It’s still relatively early in your relationship when you figure this out, less than a year in — you’re at Tobio’s apartment, having let yourself in with the key he’d given you after only a few weeks of dating, much to your own surprise, and you decide to put in a load of laundry when you get a text letting you know he’s running a bit later than expected and you spot the overflowing hamper in his room.

You’re sitting cross-legged on the floor sorting the clean laundry to fold when you notice that the socks are easily divided into two practically identical piles, save for the shade of the cotton.

You blink down at the two masses of fabric.

“I’m home,” Tobio’s voice cuts across the apartment, pulling you from your stupor. He calls your name, and his head pops through his bedroom door before you can reply, only to find you staring at the socks in your hand - white in left, black in right.

“Did you do my laundry?” he asks. It might have sounded cold to anyone else, but you’ve learned to decipher the nuance in his tone well enough to detect appreciation, if not a little bit of incredulity in his words. “You didn’t need to do-“

“Do you only own two kinds of socks?” you can’t hold the question back any longer.

He looks at you strangely for a moment.

“Technically it’s one kind. Just two colours,” he explains.

Like that’s any better.

But this is just another part of him that makes him who he is — and like the childhood dreams and occasional hives, you accept it and move on.

Until the next Christmas rolls around.

Call it divine intervention, but in the midst of some last minute gift shopping on your way home from work one day, you spot them: a pair of bright blue socks with little white volleyballs printed on them. You make your way home with them tucked safely in your bag — to your shared apartment, now that half of the things in Tobio’s apartment are yours.

When Tobio opens the little gift on Christmas morning it takes him a moment to even figure out what they are.

"What am I supposed to do with these?” he asks you with a furrow in his brow.

"Wear them?” you laugh, sipping your steaming cup of coffee.

And so Kageyama suddenly finds himself the owner three kinds of socks, but he only wears two — the third remaining tucked safely in his otherwise monochromatic sock drawer, unworn.

Something else you learn about Kageyama relatively early on in your relationship is that he’s pretty good at goodbyes. A necessity, you gather, from a professional athlete who is constantly travelling for away games and training and various other opportunities.

What you learn about yourself is that you are not good at goodbyes at all.

Tobio is exceedingly patient as you gather with the rest of the Adlers players and their families outside the arena to say your final goodbyes before the group of men boards their team bus for the airport, to catch a flight to Europe where they’ll be playing for six weeks.

Six weeks.

It feels like a lifetime to you, but Tobio thinks otherwise. He tells you as much as you hold him tightly outside the arena, your puffy face buried into his chest, eyes red and watery from the tears you’ve been shedding from the moment the alarm on your bedside table went off at 5AM.

“That’s not even two menstrual cycles,” your boyfriend reminds you, in what you’re sure he thinks is a helpful way, patting your head gently.

“Tobio, don’t talk to me about menstrual cycles when we’re saying goodbye,” you whine, your words lightly muffled by his coat. While you appreciate that he’s been trying to learn more about you lately, you didn’t expect him to absorb the information he’d found on the female reproductive system quite so readily.

“Okay,” he says, and you can’t see his face but you think he might be smiling a little bit.

When he's unpacking his bags in his hotel room a million miles away he finds them, the bright blue socks with volleyballs on them that you’d secretly tucked into his suitcase when you were helping him back the night before he left.

And he wears them when he misses you while he’s gone (i.e. a lot.)

Five weeks and six days later, it’s like the middle of the night when you feel Tobio’s side of the bed dip, and a familiar warmth wrap itself around your half sleeping form.

“You’re home early,” you croak out wiping at your eyes so you can see him better in the dim light of your bedroom.

He hums, his eyes already closed as he rests his head on his pillow next to yours.

“You should change out of your travelling clothes,” you point out to him after a moment.

He simply kicks off his sweatpants and pulls off his sweatshirt, hardly rising from his horizontal position on the bed. You catch a peek of bright blue on his feet and you pause, looking over at him.

“Nice socks,” you say, smiling, as he slips under the covers with you.

He simply grunts, pulling you down to rest your head on his chest, right over his heart.

“I think they might be lucky,” Tobio says sleepily, already halfway to unconsciousness after his long day of travelling, and weeks apart from you.

“Is that so?” you ask with a quiet laugh.

“Yeah, when I was wearing them I always won,” he replies, and your heart flutters in your chest when you realize his choice of hosiery was not due to simply running out of other clean pairs. “Maybe it’s cause I missed you less because i had a piece of you with me.”

Your breath hitches in your throat as he presses a soft kiss to the crown of your hair, and you know he has no idea how sweet what he just said is.

So you start buying socks for him all the time, in every fun colour, pattern and texture you can find.

And he always wears them.

No one understands the sudden fashion change, because he's Kageyama — Shoyo even sends you a frantic text when the two of them are at lunch one afternoon asking why your boyfriend is wearing socks with blueberries printed on them.

But you’re the only one who knows it’s because they remind him of you.

Years later, one of the pairs of socks gets a hole in them, and Tobio is devastated. It’s the first pair you ever bought for him — the pair he wore to his first olympics, the pair he wore when he asked you to marry him, and the pair he was wearing when you met him at the altar.

“Can you fix them?” he asks you, his eyes wide and desperate as he cradles the precious pair of socks in his hands.

“Tobi, I only paid 100 yen for these — it’s a miracle they lasted as long as they did,” you wince, examining the way that the toe of one of the socks has ripped almost entirely off, and the other is only faring marginally better.

“Please,” he asks, earnest and resolved, “can you try?”

You smile softly and nod.

And a few days later, you bring them back to him — and he looks up at you with wide, glistening eyes as he cradles the bright blue fabric with little white volleyballs printed on it that you had carefully cut and stitched back together.

Into a teeny tiny pair of baby socks.

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owlyflufff · 2 years

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The last time Akaashi made a wish on a birthday candle was when he was 7.

Since then, he hadn’t believed in birthday wishes. The banners, party decorations and food had merely felt like display. It was a waste of money, a waste of food potentially and a waste of everyone’s time having to celebrate about the day he was born in this world.

He hasn’t seen the need to make his birthdays so extravagant.

So important.

Don’t get the wrong idea, Akaashi doesn’t hate birthdays. He does appreciate them, but the thing about him is that he had always seen the logical side of things. With that, Akaashi had never truly seen the reason why people put so much effort into celebrating over one little moment in his life, why they valued it so much.

He was born into this world just like any other person. That was that, so why make it such a big ordeal?

Birthday wishes were his favorite thing about birthdays once upon a time, he remembered how eager he was, wobbling on the stool just to reach the cake and blow the candle. He had the spirit back then, felt like he was on top of the world every time he would let out his little wish and blow on the candle.

Some wishes came true, most of them didn’t.

As he spent more time reading books where logic had seemed more reasonable over emotion. As he eventually inherited the more practical and calculating side of his parents, the light that once shined in Akaashi’s eyes had gone dim.

In the slightest. Only in the slightest.

Birthday wishes were just an extra tidbit you could merit off from along with a cake and some gifts, Akaashi had considered. And he stayed with that logic until he became 16.

Having to worry about which high school he would go to and the prospect of immersing in a new environment made him nervous at most. So with that, he caved in for once and let himself believe birthday wishes could come true.

He whispers.

And he snuffs out the flame from the birthday candle.

Months pass him by, then it all comes together.

It came in the form of something loud. Something that had almost hurled himself into a fleet of stairs and across the hallway just to see him. It came in the form of something eager, too eager.

It came in the form of an enigma named Bokuto Koutarou.

So here Akaashi was, in his first year of high school and already fearing for his life as Bokuto had covered his eyes and led him all the way to Fukurodani’s gym.

Akaashi had expected this, it was November 5 after all.

The thing is, the preparations were the same. But the feeling wasn’t.

Bokuto, along with the rest of Fukurodani, had thrown an enormous surprise party for Akaashi. Washio had offered ridiculous party hats. Konoha and Sarakui had been the ones leading whatever birthday program they planned out. Komi had brought out the karaoke box (someone save Akaashi-). Fukurodani didn’t train the entire day, anything and everything was spent in celebrating Akaashi’s day.

It was like any other birthday.

The only difference was, Akaashi had found himself enjoying it all.

And...was he smiling? Wait, he’s laughing too?!

Bubbles of laughter had erupted from him the moment Fukurodani had hurdled him into a group hug. At the end of the day, he had returned home with a gigantic brown plush owl.

Courtesy of Bokuto Koutarou.

In fact, a lot of the birthday ideas and planning were courtesy of Bokuto. The thought of it had Akaashi sinking his face into the head of his owl plushie all through the night.

Akaashi thought it was over. He had himself convinced that whatever happiness he had gained from today’s celebration was just fleeting. Oh how wrong he was.

Now every year, Bokuto had always one upped himself when it came to Akaashi’s birthday. It would be a tragedy, Bokuto had once said to Akaashi, an absolute crime if he didn’t make Akaashi’s day the best day every year.

And he did, every year without fail, he had made Akaashi’s birthday more special than Akaashi could have ever asked for.

It came in the form of gifts, of songs, of surprises. Some extravagant, some so ridiculous it had Akaashi rolling on the floor for the first time in his life.

As the more surprises had yet to come, unlike the young child who’s excitement for birthdays had faded, Akaashi had longed for what Bokuto had planned for him on his birthday, concealed by a constant expression of indifference and a mountain of deadpan comments.

In reality, he wouldn’t ask for anything else, couldn’t ask for anything more and wouldn’t have it any other way.

Bokuto would always give to him, never once stopped even. He and Fukurodani had made his birthday more memorable than the next. Even after highschool, when they had all grown up and not everyone could celebrate as much as they wanted to and simply sent text messages, Bokuto had personally met up with Akaashi just to celebrate his birthday.

Bokuto’s presence was a constant in Akaashi’s birthdays. His love was a constant in Akaashi birthdays.

Every single one of them.

The last time Akaashi made a wish on a birthday candle was when he was 16.

He hadn’t made a wish since then.

He can still remember what he whispered on that day where he had found himself in a moment’s of worry. The words he had whispered before snuffing out the flames on the candles. His birthday wish:

Please grant me a miracle.

Now, Keiji’s a lot older. A pair of glasses rest all snug at the bridge of his nose.

With the way that Keiji resides comfortably in the four walls of an apartment. The way a feeling of a finished birthday celebration still settling in the atmosphere. The way he can still catch a glance of the five layer cake from across the kitchen. The way that Koutarou’s arms envelope him in a warmth he can’t explain, their rings shining all the brighter. The way they laugh and sing to the music playing all around them. The way that Keiji can hear Koutarou’s voice as he whispers sweet nothings and promises of love he has kept and yet to keep. The way Keiji can feel the touch of Koutarou’s lips on his own,

Keiji believes in birthday wishes once more. Only, he hadn’t thought of making another one since then.

Since that wish he had made when he was 16.

After all, it came true.

There wasn’t anything else Keiji could ever wish for.

#Happy birthday Akaashi Keiji!#Thank you for being such a wonderful and often silly character in the series!#Thank you Furudate-sensei for giving him life #He means a lot to me and wishing him all the best on his bday!#bokuaka #bokaka fluff #bokuto koutarou #akaashi keiji #bokuaka drable #owl dorks #haikyu #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyu!!#hq #Elina's wholesome writing

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cloverque · 3 years

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“it’s raining again,” atsumu realises with furrowed brows. the male burrows his face deeper into a throw pillow, “could ya help close the windows?”

you put down your phone and do as he says, sliding all the windows shut in each room. after fumbling a little with the one in the kitchen because of its loose handles, you shuffle over to the balcony in the living room.

the door is halfway closed when you stop, gasping. atsumu peers up from his pillow to look at you with tired yet questioning eyes.

“is the door stuck again?” he mutters when you do not move, and hauls himself out of the chair. “i swear… this is the third time this month–”

he comes to a standstill behind you, amber eyes flitting to the rainfall then the glowing sky. droplets pitter patters on the tiles.

“a sun shower,” atsumu winces at the bright glare of the sun overhead.

“it’s a fox’s wedding,” you correct, sticking a hand out to catch the rain. “the foxes are trying to keep humans away from witnessing the ceremony, but they also want the sun out too.”

“they should make up their mind,” he quips, resting his chin on your head as more rain fills your cupped hands. “dumb spirits.”

“hey, they can hear you, you know!” chastising him with a tug on his cheek, you huff. the faux blonde throws you over his shoulder with a snort.

“yeah, yeah, sure they can,” he mutters before putting you down on the couch and laying on top of you. he rests his head on your tummy and yawns sleepily.

you grip his dyed locks and tug gently, “wait, what about the door? the rain may get in!”

he pulls your shirt over his head, smushing his cheek against your stomach. “nah, it won’t. besides, the rain will let up soon…” he reasons before drifting to sleep.

quiet snores fill the living room shortly and you cannot help the soft sigh that escapes your lips. after glancing one last time at the sunshower beyond the glass doors, you close your eyes too. a rainbow blooms in the sky over your shared apartment.

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lou-struck · 2 years

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Hippopotamus on Parade

Tobio Kageyama x reader

Day 19: Hippopotamus

25 Days of Ficmas Masterlist

WC: 1,100+

I'm sorry about this, I had an idea and kept rolling with it till this came out...

It’s not often Tobio Kageyama gets a new obsession, most things that he cares for in his life have proven to be there to stay. His love for the sport of volleyball, his infatuation with milk, and of course the utter devotion he feels towards you, his partner. You were the first person to see him for the person he is beyond his ability to set a ball. The support that you give him unconditionally provides him with the comfort to get excited over the little things.

A large Christmas Parade is taking place down Main Street and the two of you are excited to watch it.

As you make your way through the large crowd Tobio holds your hand firmly, determined not to lose you amongst the strangers around him as you find a spot where you both can watch the parade up close without being blocked by anyone else. Not that your boyfriend would have trouble viewing the parade anyways with his height.

The quiet chatter surrounding the empty street is soon replaced by the beating of drums and the blaring of horns as a marching band begins their synchronized holiday march, defining the route of the parade with painted cheeks and shiny buttons on their toy soldier coats. Their holiday medley is upbeat and cheerful as people wave as they go by.

Dozens of beautifully decorated floats and ginormous balloons pass by, but something catches your boyfriend's guy a little more than the others. As a large sparkly purple hippopotamus Bob’s down the street The only thing keeping it from flying away is the 40 or so attendants trying to march it down Main.

Its majestic shape dazzles Tobio but at the same time, he feels a little confused as to why there is a hippopotamus balloon in a Christmas parade.

“Hey,” he says softly as his blue eyes dart between the balloon that is slowly making its way through the parade route back to your joyful face. “What’s with the Hippo?”

That is certainly a question that you never thought you would hear. I'm your boyfriend so you’re obviously a little taken aback. “What do you mean Tobio?” You ask, gesturing up to the balloon.

“ I thought Christmas was all about reindeer‘s, why is there a big hippo in the parade?“ He elaborates with complete seriousness.

“I’ll show you when we get back to the car,'' you say as you wrap your arms around his tall frame. He leans into your embrace but he is still waiting for the hippopotamus in the room to be addressed.

It confuses him so much that he doesn’t actually pay attention to the last half of the parade, sure he remembers seeing Santa Claus wave by on his giant sleigh, but other than that he can’t really recall. If you knew that the issue was so concerning to him you would’ve definitely addressed it then and there, but you’re his partner, not a mind reader no matter how hard you try.

As you slide into the passenger seat of the car, your boyfriend looks at you expectantly waiting for the answer to the question that has occupied his thoughts for the past hour. with a soft laugh, you explain to him that the hippopotamus is a reference to a very popular Christmas song about a little girl who wants a pet hippo for Christmas.

“Oh, so that’s, it,” he said once the song had reached its conclusion. “What do you know about Hippos?”

“Not a lot,” you answer after thinking for a moment.

He seems kind of underwhelmed with the answer, but as he ponders it on the drive home as you play the song for him to further help with his understanding of the whole thing. He can’t help but think the song is kind of catchy as he hums it on the way back home. Smiling like a fool in love as you join him.

Later in the day Tobio’s obsession with Hippos only grew. He can’t get the creatures out of his mind. Well, you were out running some errands he started his first nature documentary about them hoping to find some information that would impress you.

You found his appreciation for hippos to be extremely endearing, while you’re out getting some Christmas presents you make sure to sneakily buy him A large purple stuffed hippopotamus. But that’s not the brunt of the surprise. You’ve been wanting to go to the Zoo Lights for a while now.

Zoo lights is a program in which the zoo decorates for Christmas and hosts viewings at night so the enclosures will be illuminated. One of the star attractions of the zoo was the hippo enclosure and there wasn’t a doubt in your mind that your boyfriend would love it.

“Y/n, I learned more about Hippos if you want to hear about them,” he says as you go to give him a quick kiss smiling cheekily about the surprise that you were about to unveil for him since he has no plans tonight.

“ I want to hear everything!“ You say with complete sincerity that makes his heart skip a beat. He loves it when you smile at him like that.

While he tells you everything that he found out about hippos, you are having a hard time not spilling the beans about tonight‘s festivities. By the time he finishes his presentation he is grinning ear to ear and so are you.

“Hey babe, do you want to go see some Hippos tonight?” You ask. He looks at you like his heart. Right then and there as he nods excitedly.

“Can we?” He asks skeptically, thinking you’re pulling a fast one on him like his former teammates used to do.

“Of course, we can go right now if you want. We will make it to the zoo before it gets too busy.“ Using the speed that comes with being an Olympic athlete, he darts down the hall to find a suitable jacket. He wants to make a good first impression when meeting the hippopotamuses.

He can hardly contain his excitement on the ride there and practically drags you to the enclosure before his eyes come to rest on the Hippos.

he silent for a moment as you playfully nudge him. “Tobio?” You say trying to knock him out of his daze.

“That’s a nice hippopotamus.” He says, at last, admiring the world's most deadly land mammal as he squeezes your hand. Thankful that he has someone like you in his life.

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sutaro-min · 2 years

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badlywrittenfics pt.4 [ exposure therapy ]

SYNOPSIS: there’s no use denying that you’re short, and it’s not something you think about too often. The only time that this becomes an issue is when you stand next to your obnoxiously tall neighbor– which is something you’d usually like to avoid doing at all costs.

[ kuroo x reader ]

[ warnings: tall people, one (1) kabedon ]

[ an: :) ]

[START]

you rush to your door as quiet as you can so neighbor!Kuroo doesn't hear that you're home

as you try to open your door Kuroo jump scares you by saying hello because turns out he was just leaving for his run, coincidentally at the same time you got home.

you get nervous and ignore him, slamming your door in his face

Kuroo gets super worried because he's afraid he offended you

the next day he confronts you about it, but you refuse to tell him or make eye contact with him

he bugs you until you yell at him that it's because tall people make you nervous and he is probably one of the tallest people you know

he does his barking laugh and you get really mad at him for laughing at you

so you start to walk away from him

but then he calls you and grabs your wrist, effectively kabedoning you against the elevator door

you get really blushy and nervous because this giant heck of a man is literally inches away from you

he says I guess we'll just have to spend more time together

and you say what

he says as your friendly neighbor it is my duty to help you overcome your fear and the only way to do that is with a little exposure therapy.

and you say what

kuroo smirks at you as the elevator bell dings, the doors opening behind you. he spins you around so you face the elevator while he gets inside it. "dinner tonight, I'll pick up some takeout on my run. see you soon ;)". elevator doors close.

[END]

#badlywrittenfics #kuroo headcanons #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fluff #kuroo drables #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #kuroo tetsuro #kuroo x you #nekoma

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heauxzenji · 4 years

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Hi there, love your blog! Could you write 29 & 58 for Aone?

I SAVED THIS FOR HIS BIRTHDAY

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AONE YOU STRONG MOTHERFUCKER

Even on his birthday, Aone was still his same quiet self. He didn’t want too much fanfare- but of course, you wanted him to see how special birthdays were, so you made it a point to put a plan in motion.

Like a typical day, Aone started off with a morning workout. You gazed at him from the couch, basking in the shine of the early morning sun on his abs- looking at the sweat he was working up ever so intently. There was a heat rising over your body as you watched him so intently.

“Can you stop staring, babe?” Aone looked at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting,” you replied, pulling your bottom lip through your teeth.

You laughed and hopped off of the couch to make your way to him. As he switched from sit ups to push ups, you made a dash to roll over under him, feeling his body shudder as he lowered himself to you.

“Y/N, you’re making it difficult to get this done, like always,” he huffed.

“It’s your birthday babe! Don’t you want to maybe do something special...?” Your voice slightly trailed off, as you pulled him down to meet your lips by his neck.

Kissing him hungrily, you hummed against his lips. Aone took the invitation to lift you up in his arms, chuckling at your forwardness.

“Well what special thing do you have planned, darling?” He asked.

Slowly, you lifted the Shirt of his that you stole from your body. As you moved your hands painstakingly slowly over the hem, you revealed a trail of bright red lace going up your body. Aone’s eyes widened at the sight of you- his hands followed, slipping the shirt over your head to reveal yourself to him.

“Holy shit,” he whispered under his breath.

“Mmm, happy birthday, baby” you smiled, gazing at his blissful expression.

He laid you back down and tore his shirt from his body. You began to slip the strap of your red bra from your shoulder, only to be stoped by your now ravenous boyfriend.

“No,” he commanded.

“Take it off. Slowly.”

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Sunlight ✰ TsukkiYama

Genre: sweet & fluffy

Words: 795

Summary: Tsukishima is caught staring at a sleeping Yamaguchi.

Tsukishima started and slowly opened his eyes. The room was still dark, only a streak of orange light seeped through the curtains, dimly accentuating his surroundings. After blinking away the sleep, Tsukishima realized that he had fallen asleep on Yamaguchi’s bed the previous night. He knew it because Yamaguchi’s comforting scent enveloped all of his senses while the man himself was laying right beside him.

Yamaguchi was still fast asleep; his chest rose and fell steadily and his mouth was slightly open as he exhaled. His face was close, only a few inches separating his from Tsukishima’s but Tsukishima had no intention to move away. He would never say it if he could help it but being close to Yamaguchi made him feel happy and safe. It was as if even if the whole world turned against him, he wouldn’t care the slightest if only he had Yamaguchi by his side. That’s all he needed.

Tsukishima allowed himself a rare leisure of simply examining Yamaguchi’s sleeping face. The light of the rising sun coated his skin in an orange glow and the freckles, splattered on his face like stardust, became more apparent. Before Tsukishima could have realized what he was doing, his hand had already reached out to caress Yamaguchi’s cheek with the back of his fingers. It was a light touch against soft skin but Tsukishima could feel his heart beat out of his chest because at that moment, Yamaguchi stirred.

Tsukishima pulled his hand away and watched carefully, holding his breath. The last thing he needed was to be caught staring like a weirdo.

A moment of tense silence.

Nothing happened.

Tsukishima internally sighed in relief and continued to admire as his boyfriend’s face basked in the gentle morning light. It was in these kind of moments that people would wonder about how they achieved the great feat of waking up beside their lovers but Tsukishima was different. He didn’t need to wonder about that because as far as Tsukishima could remember, Yamaguchi had always been right beside him. He felt like a shadow that has grown into the brightest light in Tsukishima’s life.

Not having Yamaguchi beside himself was what would have felt weird.

“Tsukki, what are you thinking about?”

Yamaguchi’s drowsy, slightly hoarse voice brought Tsukishima back to reality and he muttered a curse under his breath. “Nothing. You’re awake.”

“Mhm, I’ve been awake for a while now, you know?”

The grin on Yamaguchi’s face told Tsukishima clearly that he’d been caught staring. Faint pink creeping up on his cheeks, he turned on his other side, refusing to give Yamaguchi another look. Soon enough, he heard a soft chuckle before a pair of arms sneaked around his waist and he felt Yamaguchi nuzzle his face in the nape of his neck. His heartbeat stopped for a second when a pair of soft lips brushed against his skin there.

“Good morning, Tsukki,” Yamaguchi said, his lips moving deliberately against Tsukishima’s neck. The blonde man could have sworn, he heard a teasing tone in his voice too as if he was laughing at his embarrassment. Most people would think that in their relationship, Tsukishima was the one doing all the teasing and he really did his fair share but unexpectedly, Yamaguchi had that almost innocent and playful kind of teasing to him. Well, unexpected for everyone except Tsukishima, of course. He’d known Yamaguchi the longest, after all, and he knew him well.

“…morning,” Tsukishima muttered, his mood somewhat disgruntled from being caught staring. Still, he couldn’t help but add, “Did you sleep well?”

Tsukishima knew that Yamaguchi was struggling with the recent exams, pulling all-nighters to study or staying up because of his nerves going wild. This was the first weekend when he could invite himself over at Yamaguchi’s house to help him study a bit and make sure that he would have a good night’s rest.

“Yup,” Yamaguchi said, pulling away only to hover above Tsukishima and stayed like that until he returned his gaze. It was a mistake, Tsukishima knew it. Yamaguchi’s dark eyes held a million of stars in them and his smile was brighter than the sunlight of this autumn morning. His hair was messy like the colorful fallen leaves covering the ground and his freckles spread through his face like droplets of rain.

Tsukishima sighed, hoping that his blush and adoration weren’t too obvious. “That’s good then.”

“Thank you, Tsukki,” Yamaguchi said, lowering himself to capture Tsukishima’s lips. It was a gentle, somewhat lazy morning kiss with nothing short of affection. Love poured in between them like the light of the gradually rising morning sun until it reached its peak in the sky and the couple pulled away for a breath of fresh air.

Tsukishima smiled, “You’re welcome.”

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