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noosayog · 6 months
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[baby fever] ft. kageyama tobio
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iwaizumi | ushijima | atsumu | osamu | sakusa
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“Have you ever thought about having a kid?” 
“A kid?” you echo. 
He nods, the sunset light dyeing his face in an orange-red hue. 
“Tobio,” you laugh lightheartedly. “Is this what you’re thinking so hard about?”
He looks put out by your laugh, the sure signs of a budding Tobio Tantrum. “Yeah.” 
“Tobio, we’re so young! Maybe one day…” 
He nods, but you’ve known him for so long, you notice the slight puff of his cheeks and jut of his bottom lip. 
“Tobio, are you seriously pouting about this?” 
“‘M not pouting. I don’t pout.” he says as he crosses his arms over his chest. Turns his cheek away from you. 
Tobio gets like this with you sometimes. And he always gets over it. So you just laugh his attitude off and continue the walk home with a sullen Tobio toddling behind you. 
It’s only later that night when the two of you are in bed that he broaches the topic again. 
“But the others have them already,” he grumbles against your back. 
“What?” you say, turning around to face him in the darkness. 
“I thought you were asleep.” 
“Nope. What did you say?” 
He tucks his chin inward, hiding his face. “Oikawa already has kids. Even stupid Hinata has ‘em.” 
“Tobio,” you sputter in disbelief. “It’s not a contest!” 
“But I’m ready.” he says, blue eyes clear and sure even in the dark. “And I love you. Don’t you?” He looks at you expectantly. 
“I guess I’ve just never thought seriously about it. But… I don’t not want a baby with you.” you offer hesitantly. 
He lights up like a christmas tree. “You mean it?” 
“Yeah, I mean, I love you and…”
He doesn’t let you finish because he’s already all over you, body flipped on top of yours, hands reaching under your shirt, and lips tracing your face. 
“Love you too. Love you so much…” he slurs between kisses. 
And you were going to finish your thought by saying that the two of you need to talk it through thoroughly, preferably when you aren’t drunk with sleep, but his kisses are turning you into mush and now you’re feeling drunk on something else and this one’s a secret, but the image of your pouting Tobio gives you visions of a future baby who pouts exactly like their father.
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eggyrocks · 29 days
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☆ on repeat ☆ t. kageyama smau
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⋆。°✩in which yn just got out of a bad breakup, and the only thing helping her is this one song on repeat ⋆。°✩
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tags: tobio kageyama x f!reader, university au, strangers to friends to lovers
warnings: foul language, gross jokes, sexual jokes, conflict, violence, cringe; everyone probably will be out of character, please note warnings may change as story progresses, and to check each chapter for individual warnings
rules: blank blogs will be blocked !! minors dni
taglist: closed
[ignore all time stamps]
status: complete
introductions: oh my god they were roommates | roommates to lovers
part one: is she hot part two: body shots [✐] part three: pathetic men part four: girl time part five: blood oath part six: breakfast part seven: bed bugs part eight: my bisexual prince part nine: linked up part ten: tsukkinoyahinyamyn [✐] part eleven: something shifted part twelve: a bet part thirteen: weird and serious part fourteen: antonios part fifteen: bothered. unmoisturized. anxious. part sixteen: toothpaste and iodine [✐] part seventeen: okay i love you part eighteen: mini epilogue
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mymegumi · 3 months
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PRETTY BOY MANICURES ෆ KAGEYAMA TOBIO
⠀ note: don’t look at me idk
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kageyama’s really trying not to flinch—he is.
it’s just that his hands are extremely sensitive and you’re handling them so gently that it’s a bit like sensory overload for him—the feeling of your skin on his, the way you’re carefully holding his fingers as if they’re delicate, and the intensity of your gaze on your task. it’s both physically too much for him, and emotionally it’s a lot to handle as well.
his hands are his pride and joy, they’re what help him further his volleyball career and he’s always taken really good care of them. some might even say he’s focused too much on taking care of his hands, but he’s never even regarded opinions he deems unworthy to have any sort of weight to his life.
when you asked if you could paint his fingernails, he adamantly refused. he had volleyball to worry about, and while the polish wasn’t directly on his fingers, he was worried they might upset his carefully measured equilibrium. you’d been a bit downtrodden, but you’d understood and he’d loved you all the more for it. so, when it was summer vacation and he was technically in off-season and the matches were fewer and far between, when you asked him again, he’d agreed.
which is how he finds himself with you sitting across from him, holding up two small bottles of nail polish in one hand—one black and one white—with your other hand carefully inspecting his hands.
“which color?” you ask, shaking both of the bottles in front of his face. he’d already done his normal routine to file them down and trim the excess nail length, but you’d been happy to sit behind him and rest your chin on his shoulder to watch.
he shrugs. “i don’t care.”
“okay, well you have to pick one.” you combat, holding the bottles closer to his face and making him lean back slightly with a very slight smile. if you were anyone else, he’d have already changed his mind on this.
“i don’t really care. pick what you want.” he insists, hand resting on top of the both of yours to lower them out of his field of view. he hated when you blocked him from looking at you, even unintentionally.
you huff, leaning back away from him but back in again, as if you couldn’t stand to be even a foot apart from him. “but what if you hate the color i pick?”
“you picked it, so i couldn’t hate it.” he says, and he means every word of it. just the sight of it would remind him of you, so it’s not as if it’d be a bad choice all together.
“sweet talker.”
he furrows his brows together. “no, i’m being honest.” he’s been working hard on his honesty and candidacy on the court, so it’s been reflecting back a bit in his personal life as well.
“i know you are.” you smile, uncapping the black nail polish and holding his thumb steady in your hand. “makes you even sweeter.”
then, you stop talking for a bit, focused on making sure none of the nail polish ends up on his cuticles, and if it does, scraping it away with your own nail. you’re slow, steady, and methodical with your movements and kageyama is, for all intents and purposes, mesmerized by you.
there’s a sort of gracefulness to what you’re doing that he’s never really considered before—the movements to know how to manipulate the paint and then also how to make it lay flat.
he likes watching you concentrate because you’re sticking your tongue out and he thinks it’s adorable that you do that. it might be unconscious, just like when you open your mouth into a cute little ‘o’ shape when you put on your makeup, but he kinda wants to let you do his nails more if he can see it again. he likes watching you, because he finds that he’s always discovering something new about you. something that makes him fall harder and harder every time.
it takes time, doing his nails, and when he thought you were done, nails completely saturated in black paint and a look of accomplishment on your face, he’d wanted to move to hug you.
“hey!” you cry, hands reaching out to grab his wrists suddenly. “you have to let it dry, tobio.”
“how long will that take?” it’s been twenty minutes since he got to hold you and he’d getting antsy.
you think for a second. “probably five minutes, to make sure the coat is dry, but then i have to add the second coat, and then the top layer.”
he furrows his brow. maybe he hadn’t thought this plan through at all.
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Being their pregnant partner
Featuring Hinata, Kageyama and
Hoshiumi
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Hinata Shoyo x Pregnant Reader; Kageyama Tobio x Pregnant Reader; Hoshiumi Korai x Pregnant Reader
Warnings: Fluff
AN: I guess I’m continuing this series 😌
Hinata
“Babe I’m home!” Hinata called throughout your beach house. Moving to the beach was something he’d always wanted to do and moving back to Brazil provided him with the opportunity.
“Oh great, can you help me get my back?” You asked, appearing from behind the door, swimsuit on and sunscreen in hand.
“Uhh babe what are you planning to do? Go swimming?” Hinata questioned, taking the sunscreen from your hands and rubbing it in your back as you continued to rub it into your growing belly.
“Nope, I was thinking we could play some volleyball! It’s been so long and I know you are just aching to get back on the sand babe,” you confessed as your husband stared blankly at you.
“Umm sweetie, I’d love to play volleyball with you but umm, can you even play in your condition?” He questioned, ripping off his shirt and preparing to head to the beach.
You giggled, “well actually I was thinking more like you play volleyball and I lay on the beach. How does that sound?”
Hinata smiled before kissing your forehead and grabbing your hand, practically dragging you the beach.
Kageyama
“YN what the hell are you doing??” Kageyama shouted, quickly running to grab the ladder that held a very pregnant you on it.
“Tobio what is wrong with you? I’m just changing a lightbulb. It’s not like there’s a fire, calm down!” You scolded, climbing carefully down the ladder as Kageyama tried desperately not to get angry.
“I told you I would change it tonight Yn, why couldn’t you just wait?” He asked calmly as you glared at him.
“Well for your information, I was trying to be a good spouse and help you out. I figured you’d be tired and I didn’t think you’d freak out because I used a ladder one stinking time Tobio!”
Kageyama sighed. He knew you were only trying to help but how could he get it through your mind that he only wanted you to be safe and not get hurt.
“I appreciate it Yn but please wait for me next time ok? You’re really pregnant right now and the last thing I want is for your or our baby to get hurt ok?”
You nodded, admitting the stubborn man in front of you was correct.
“Ok fine but I still get to climb the ladder and you hold it!”
Kageyama laughed, “deal!”
Hoshiumi
“Mmm something smells amazing babe!” Hoshiumi declared as he walked into the kitchen, noticing pots and pans askew aa you hurried around cooking.
“Hey love! Just thought I’d make something special for the most amazing husband and father to be ever,” you grinned as Hoshiumi smiled, kissing your cheek and rubbing your pregnant belly.
As he sat down to eat he realized that this wasn’t an ordinary meal, nope. This meal contained his favorite plum flavored snack crackers. He stared at the crackers and back to you, his eyes now narrowing.
“Ok what did ya do?” Hoshiumi asked as you stood there, a fake look of stunned offense in your face as you ignored your husbands questions.
“What do you mean? Can’t I make a meal for my favorite husband ever?” You questioned as Hoshiumi remained skeptical.
“Well I guess, it’s just that the last time you did this, you told me you were pregnant so obviously I’m a bit nervous Yn.”
You waved your husband off, “well I can’t possibly be pregnant again if I’m already pregnant can I?”
“I guess not,” Hoshiumi responded, resigning himself to finally enjoying the food you’d prepared.
“I mean it’s not like I bought a super expensive baby stroller that you told me I shouldn’t buy but I ignored you anyways,” you smiled as Hoshiumi glared at you, food halfway to his mouth.
“See I knew you couldn’t be trusted!”
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neiptune · 1 month
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i got nothing to believe unless you're choosing me
cw: 2k wc, blank blogs don't interact, hurt no comfort (ish), something is wrong and tobio can't quite put his finger on it, excuse the angst i promise i like him
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Kageyama Tobio has never been particularly skilled at picking up on social cues but he’s certainly learned how to read your cues. It doesn’t mean he knows how to properly voice his concerns.
Your shoulders are tense when he describes how the training is going in agonizingly specific detail over dinner, the inflection clothing your good morning and have a good day hasn’t been particularly warm or affectionate lately, even when his body felt heavy from muscle fatigue, as if he was trying to move through mud, but he still suggested a comfortable movie night on the couch, you refused and went to bed early because you were tired. What could be possibly tiring you?
Tobio doesn’t mean to be an asshole but knows he can easily come off as one, so he doesn’t ask. He doesn’t get annoyed when you anticipate his usual goodbye kisses by briefly pressing your lips to his cheek, doesn’t investigate further when you start suspiciously timing your morning showers just perfectly to miss the exact moment he usually heads out. You still make him breakfast and pack his lunch and reply to his texts and pick up when he calls.
But you barely touch him anymore and it’s with a heavy heart that Tobio realizes that it’s almost never him that initiates physical contact anyway. It’s easy to melt in your hands and nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck and tighten his arms around your frame once you climb on top of him or gently cradle his face or start running your fingers through his hair.
You ask questions and reply when he asks about your day, friends, family, but you don’t smile as often and when you do it doesn’t even reach your eyes. He doesn’t remember the last time he heard your laugh.
There’s a weird feeling infiltrating his heart and it sucks that Tobio only realizes something is wrong when focusing becomes increasingly hard. He doesn’t see the ball or the court just as clearly, can’t think of how to run his team’s offense, suddenly forgets all the Italian vocabulary he’s worked so hard to master.
There’s an odd emotion that clutches his chest, it’s cold and it scares him because he knows that, whatever it may be, it’s his fault. Somehow, he has disappointed you. You, of all people. The person who moved across the freaking globe to support his career, who accepted to leave family and friends and life behind out of nothing but love. Fuck. What did he do? How did he do it?
Tobio wants to ask but he doesn’t know how. And suddenly his world seems on the edge of shattering, so much that he thinks leaving you alone and giving you time to figure it out on your own isn’t exactly proving to be a successful strategy. You’re drifting away and Tobio isn’t sure you aren’t already where he cannot reach you.
The apartment you share is significantly close to the gym and it came fully furnished. Yet you insisted on adding some little personal touches, dragging him to ikea over the weekend and asking him opinions on napkins, bath mats, duvet covers, dish towels. You’ve never been one of those people who ask for someone else’s thoughts only to follow your own taste in the end and that is why he actually felt invested enough to pick things he actually liked, albeit hesitating, hyper aware of just how differently you would’ve picked. But you never once faltered as he pointed towards the less exciting, not really colorful options.
“You’re back early” is the soft greeting Tobio gets as he takes his shoes off, leaves the gym bag by the door because he knows if he’s a second too late the courage will melt away and leave him a sweaty, timid, confused coward.
“I’m not very hungry but we have some leftovers you can heat up” your eyes have only shortly darted to him before settling on the show you’re watching on tv once more.
“I was hoping we could talk” he feels a weird lump in his throat and suddenly swallowing seems hard. Is his voice coming out weird too? It feels weird. Like he’s watching the whole scene from the outside, you turning to look at him as he mechanically makes his way to the couch, sits reasonably afar from you.
You look at him with what feels a weird mix of apprehension and distress. Are you anticipating the topic? Would you have preferred to be the one to bring this all up? But just how much longer did you want him to wait, exactly?
The tv is turned off.
“Yeah. Yes, we should talk”
Tobio recalls feeling nervous a couple of times in his life, maybe the worst anxiety he’s ever felt was the one creeping onto him the night before the 2021 Tokyo olympics. But this? This feels so much worse. It’s dreadful. There’s no outcome he can predict, only one he can pray against.
“Something is wrong and I want to know what it is” he knows he’s picked the wrong words, the wrong tone, from the sigh you heave. “I mean, I feel that something isn’t right. Please tell me how to fix it” and then, much more quietly, “I miss you”.
Your eyes soften at that but, much to his horror, also fill with fresh tears.
He’s made you cry before. Out of anger, frustration, petty arguments, sharp edged comebacks. But right in this moment Tobio feels you’re about to tell him there’s nothing to fix anymore, that it’s too late. Those are the kind of tears he’s never made you shed.
“What did I do?” his uniform sticks uncomfortably to his sweaty back, he didn’t shower in order to get home as fast as he could.
“You didn’t do anything, Tobio”
Well, that’s not exactly the truth, but he didn’t do anything out of the ordinary. Nothing you haven’t been used to throughout the years spent together.
“Please. I really want to understand” it scares me he wants to add.
“This is nothing I can hold you accountable for. It’s always been like this, after all”
“What has always been like this?”
“My place in your life” you smile sadly with a slight shrug of the shoulders “I always come second. It’s fine, I know I do, really. I guess it has just been weighing extra heavy lately”
Tobio blinks once, twice, genuinely surprised and even more confused. “I love you” he articulates slowly, as if to express what should be the most obvious thing on earth “the only person I love as much as you is my sister. But it’s different, she’s family”
“I would never expect you to love me more than it” you carry on as if he never interrupted “volleyball was there first, I get it. Please know I actually get it. But it’s just… not always easy”
Tobio gets that feeling he sometimes gets when trying to fall asleep, the oh-no-I’m-plummeting-from-a-fucking-skyscraper one. His body jerks the same way, an involuntary contraction to the last words he was expecting to hear. “I don’t understand” because volleyball is different too. It’s a comparison his brain can’t process the right way. You’re the person he’s in love with, volleyball is the one thing he has dedicated his entire life to. He doesn’t dare put you both on a scale.
“I know you don’t” you reply softly, cheeks now stained with tears that put a knife through his heart “and maybe it’s on me because what else did I expect?”
“I love you” Tobio scoots closer now, takes your hands in his “I will be better at proving you how much I love you” it sounds desperate and pathetic even to him as you shake your head.
“And I love you, Tobio. But you’re just… never here. You’re either training or staying for extra trainings or on the road or playing, always playing. You forgot my birthday, which is no big deal because I know how tired you were and it’s not like it hasn’t happened before. But then you forgot our anniversary. You forget the promises you make. You don’t come home for dinner or meet me at the restaurant or pick up the groceries. You can barely keep your eyes open while I tell you about my day” he watches you choke up on your words and it’s like someone is toppling a bucket of iced water over his head. So he was right. It is his fault. But he did worse than disappointing you, he hurt you.
“I just think… I need to go home for a while. I miss my family, I miss my friends. And, well…”
“I promised we’d travel home for our anniversary” he murmurs, realization hurting his chest and twisting his insides. He tightens his hold over your hands.
“Yeah” you offer another grim smile “yeah, you did”
Tobio has no idea how to fix any of this. He just knows he might lose you forever if you step on that plane without him and the thought alone is enough to make his eyes fill with tears too. “Don’t go. Please, I’ll make arrangements, take some time off, and we can go together. I promise-” he shuts his eyes the second the word leaves his mouth, disgusted. This is what he has sounded like for the past months. He feels sick.
“I have my ticket ready. I need to go alone, I think it will do me good” your thumb travels over his uncharacteristically chapped knuckles “I might even surprise Suga at his school”
But all Tobio hears is that you’re leaving. Without him. “Don’t do this. I need you” he flinches when you free one of your hands to wipe a tear from the corner of his eye.
“I don’t think that’s true, Tobio. I think you have one priority in your life and that it’s unfair to ask everyone else to be okay with being eternal seconds”
“I don’t love it more than I love you” he bites “it’s a fucking stupid comparison. It’s a sport and you’re a person”
“Would you stop playing if I asked you to?”
He stays silent, petrified. That question also feels unfair and so unlike you. “You would never do such thing”
You chuckle but there’s no actual humor in your laugh. It’s empty and so exhausted. “You’re right, I’d never. But that still isn’t the answer I would’ve hoped to get”
“So what, if I don’t give up on my entire life it means I don’t love you enough? Is this the yardstick by which you’ll decide if you’ll break up with me or not?” he hopes he seems angry because he’s desperate more than anything else. He feels inadeguate and, for the first time, wrong for you. Like you’re a perfect match but a one-sided one. Could he ever be a match for anyone, honestly?
“But I did give up on my entire life, didn’t I?” you lean forward, press your forehead to his shoulder because looking into his pained eyes is torture “for something that now feels like the shell of what we once had. You say you miss me but I’ve been missing you for far longer, Tobio”
He aches for the way your body shakes as you try to muffle your sobs, his arms around you don’t feel nearly enough. Tobio wishes he could rip his chest cavity open and tuck you inside, right next to what’s sure is a bruised heart. Maybe then you’d believe how deeply sorry he is. Maybe then you’d feel loved once more, you’d be safe from his selfishness.
“Don’t leave me” Tobio whispers it into your neck, lips grazing your skin. He wants to be better, knows he can be better. “I wouldn’t be who I am without you”
“I don’t want to stay and end up hating this, or you. I want to shield the love I have for you and I can’t do that if I stay here. It's like I'm... fading” your voice isn’t but a murmur “you understand, right, Tobio?”
He shuts his eyes, time and space and his house and the room you’re both in cease to exist. He doesn't. But he thinks the least he can offer, at this point, is understanding.
“Yes. I do”
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teamatsumu · 5 months
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kinktober 2023 -> day 23
voyeurism - kageyama tobio x reader x oikawa tooru
word count: 1167
warnings: smut, fingering, swearing, slight humiliation
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Kageyama had known ever since Middle School that Oikawa was leagues above him in every sense.
He was a better volleyball player, and a better team player as well. He could work with people he didn’t like without letting it hinder the team play. He could set to anyone perfectly and make it seem effortless. His serves were miles above Kageyama’s in terms of power and control too. But none of that had ever upset Kageyama for too long. It was a motivator. Surpassing Oikawa had become his goal. And so he took Oikawa more as a teacher than as a rival.
Years later, it seemed Kageyama was still learning from his senpai, though now it was in fields other than volleyball.
“Pay attention, Tobio-chan.” Oikawa’s voice was as smooth and buttery as ever. “Don’t let your focus stray. I won’t help you over and over, y’know? My time is precious, after all.”
His words and tone were dismissive, but his actions stated otherwise. His posture was alert and present as he curled his torso over your back, one strong arm wrapped around your waist to hold you in place where you sat in his lap, caged by his legs, back to him. And his fingers were eager as they glided through the wetness between your legs, almost teasing as his fingertips tapped playfully at your clit, making you jump. Kageyama watched with interest at how you reacted to Oikawa’s touches, how any little brush on his hand would send your eyes rolling in your head or your mouth dropping open.
When Kageyama had mentioned over a regular dinner at your shared apartment that Oikawa would be coming over to show him how to properly have sex with you, you had choked on your bite and spent the next ten minutes wheezing and dry heaving over the sink while he patted your back, confused by how outrageous your reaction was. You had screamed at him in panic, asking him what the fuck was wrong with him, and had to sit him down and explain to him that this was not the way to improve your sex life.
“But Oikawa-san is better at it than me!” He had countered. “He always had a girlfriend in high school. And even now. He’s surrounded by girls-”
“Those are fangirls, Tobio!” You shrieked. “He’s not sleeping with all of them!”
“Regardless, I know he can help. He turned my life around with the advice he gave me in high school. I wouldn’t be the player I am without it.”
It had taken some convincing, and a few days of thinking on your part, but you had finally agreed after asking him a million times if he was sure he was okay with this. Kageyama was adamant he was, and he still stood by it. Watching this here, now, a small thrill ran down his torso and settled as a knot in his lower stomach. Made his dick twitch.
You whined when Oikawa put just the tip of his middle finger into your hole, swirling it a bit teasingly before pulling out again. Your legs were shaking with the effort of keeping them open, making sure Kageyama got a good view of what was happening between them. It was an order Oikawa had given you at the very start (‘Don’t you let those legs close, Y/N-chan. How can Tobio-chan learn when he can’t see what he’s supposed to be doing?’), and Kageyama marveled at the fact that you had yet to disobey him, no matter how hard it may seem for you to comply. You had submitted to Oikawa, in a way you had never submitted to him.
Kageyama didn’t take offense to it. As with volleyball, he shouldered responsibility for your reactions. If you were reacting this way to his senior but not him, he was obviously doing something wrong. And here he was, seated before you, watching your naked figure lean back on Oikawa, covered in a thin layer of sweat, eyes glistening with unshed tears as Oikawa teased you relentlessly, playing your body as if it were a string instrument. Kageyama licked his lips as he watched your juice wet his senpai’s fingers, wetter than he had ever seen you.
Your legs twitched and tensed when Oikawa finally slid a finger into your heat, a relieved sigh escaping you, hips pushing down on his hand insistently. Kageyama’s sharp eyes tracked every movement, comparing it to how you were with him, noting every difference and feeling amazed by the results.
“Oikawa-san,” you breathed, your tone pleading. “Please, more.”
You sounded so greedy. Kageyama’s dick gave a painful throb.
Oikawa hummed as if in thought. He had a sharp little smirk playing on his face, eyes moving from your heaving chest up to meet Kageyama’s, making him sit up a bit.
“What do you think, Tobio-chan? Should I give her more?”
Kageyama gulped. “Yes?”
Oikawa tutted. “Wrong answer.”
You let out a little sob at his words, one hand reaching to circle around Oikawa’s wrist. Oikawa made a warning sound.
“Hands off, princess. You know the rules.”
Your hands immediately shot away, twisting in the bedsheets under you instead. Your breaths were heavy, broken moans leaving your lips as Oikawa’s one finger worked inside you. Kageyama watched on with intrigue. One finger and you were already a mess. It usually took Kageyama much more. You had also obeyed Oikawa with little to no resistance when he had told you to keep your hands off him.
So much information. So much he could work with in the future.
Oikawa was watching him with sharp eyes, smirking as if he knew exactly what had clicked inside Kageyama. His arm around your waist tightened.
“It seems our little genius has made a mental breakthrough, Y/N-chan.” He drawled. “Which means you get to have a reward.”
You gasped when Oikawa sank another finger into your cunt and immediately started pumping them into you at a fast pace. Your back arched, legs separating more as if inviting him further in, eyes screwing shut as you cried through it. Kageyama watched with wide eyes, not blinking, not wanting to miss even a single thing. His breath seemed to be suspended in his throat, his mouth dry, dick so hard and throbbing it nearly made him black out, and when you screamed through your orgasm, gushing over his senpai’s fingers and shaking in his tight hold, Kageyama felt like one single touch on his own cock would make him cum on the spot too.
Your legs trembled and shook as you slumped back on Oikawa’s body, sighing in bliss as he cooed over you, careful hands running over your bare inner thighs as if to calm you down. Oikawa held up one finger, grinning over to where Kageyama sat, looking so wrecked it looked like he was the one doing all the work.
“That was lesson one. Let’s move on to the next one, shall we?”
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godkeis · 2 years
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𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓.
characters: t. kei, k. tobio & k. shinsuke
genre: hurt/comfort
word count: around 1k
content warnings: arguments, blaming, cursing, mentions of insecurity
summary: how would haikyuu boys react when you walk out during an argument part one.
part ii. | part iii.
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TSUKISHIMA KEI
Arguments with Kei usually arise whenever he starts crossing the line with his snarky and sarcastic remarks. There are times when he doesn’t know to limit himself when he blurts out things as if they are some kind of joke most of the time. When you started opening up to him regarding your recent insecurity and he slammed you with a sarcastic response, you felt awfully shit. It took you a muster of courage to bring it up to Kei yet, he didn’t see it as something serious.
“Seriously Kei? You know how hard it is for me to open up with how I feel and yet, you made me feel like shit.”
“What Y/N? I was just joking, don’t be so pressed about it.” You felt your blood boiling with how he perceived your point of view.
“Pressed? Are you fucking kidding me Tsukishima?” You never call him with his last name except for today because you had enough of him.
“If you’re going to continue treating me like this then I have no choice but to leave.”
You spat and pulled your heavy heart up to walk out of Kei’s apartment. Kei felt a shiver down his spine as he watched your figure slowly moving away from him. For the first time in his whole life, he felt a massive fear strike down his insides, fingers curling into his palms. When you shut the door of his apartment quietly, Kei swore he saw his whole life flashback in his eyes.
“I..fuck. I fucked up so much.”
Letting out a heavy breath, Kei stood up and hurriedly followed you before you could even slip away from his life. When he opened the door, he saw your figure walking away not so far from his door. With all his speed, he ran towards you and softly grabbed your arm just above your elbow so that he could see your face. But when he saw that you were crying messily, his heart ached and broke down. The fact that you were crying because of him broke him so much inside.
“I’m…so sorry, Y/N. I crossed the line.” He said softly, keeping the eye contact.
The following hours were spent with him holding you in his chest as you cry your heart out. Kei will listen to your sobs as he caresses your back. Once you calmed down, he will start apologizing sincerely more and will make no excuse for what he has done to you.
Days after that, Kei was extra sweet and will often check you out, especially with your mental and emotional stability. He never wanted to see you turning your back from him as you walk away because he’ll never be able to forgive himself if you leave him, especially when he’s the reason why.
KAGEYAMA TOBIO
Tobio thinks of nothing but volleyball. If he will be asked to pick anything versus volleyball, he'll definitely pick the latter. You don’t have an issue with this because, in the first place, you know what you are going into when you committed with Tobio.
However, when Tobio starts to get injured frequently, you began worrying like mad crazy. Tobio has the habit of over practising himself that’s why you were trying to convince him to take a break and only practice during his official practice hours.
“Are you trying to change my mind about playing volleyball? Because it’s not going to happen, Y/N.”
However, he thought of it the other way around.
“What? I am not trying to change your mind, Tobio. My side is that you have to rest too. You cannot overwork yourself and come home limping every single day because it hurts me and it hurts you too!”
“You know what? If you’re not going to support me with volleyball then leave. I don’t need someone who cannot understand how important my career is.”
Your heart shattered into pieces when he flipped the whole goddamn conversation into something else. You felt your insides being twisted with your significant other asking you to leave.
“Tobio, I have been supporting you since day one and you know I will always support you. However, if it's going to lead you to self-destruction then you’ll lose a supporter.” 
With teary eyes, you pulled yourself up and walked out straight of his apartment. In a matter of seconds, Tobio realized that you left for real. As he watched you walk away from him, Tobio knows that he’s about to lose you for real.
“Shit shit, no! Y/N!”
He yelled but you chose not to look back because if you do, you know you’ll fall for him again. But Tobio is a fast runner and caught up with you immediately.
“Please…No. I don’t want to lose you, Y/N. I..am sorry, love.” Tobio breathed out, hands resting on your shoulder for support because his foot hurt like hell.
Tobio knows he didn’t mean any of the words he said to you. Losing you was the last thing he wanted to happen in his life and he knows that if he lost you, he’ll never be able to pick up the volleyball again because it’ll scar him forever that you left because of it. You got a point, you were just concerned and he’s being stubborn.
Melting into your boyfriend’s arm, you took him back to the apartment. A couple of hours later were spent in the living room with you icing his bruised foot and booking an appointment trip to the hospital the next day. Turns out that he sprained his foot and will be needing at least a week of rest.
Tobio will probably be silent the following days, reflecting on his words and actions however, he’ll also reach a breaking point and apologize to you with all his heart. He cannot stand the fact that he told you to leave yet, you’re here, taking care of him like there’s no tomorrow. He’s a goddamn lucky one.
KITA SHINSUKE
We all know that Shinsuke is pretty strict with how he keeps things in his life organized. He follows a strict routine every day and is calm with life. However, when he encounters people that are not as efficient as him, there’s a tendency that he’ll lose control and will try to control your life.
You explained to Shinsuke that both of you have different approaches to how you deal with things in life. If he’s someone that doesn’t give a shit about some things in life, you’re the type to let everything sink in first before moving forward.
But this particular argument burst your last ounce of patience with explaining to him because he invalidated your feelings.
“Shinsuke, how many times do I have to explain to you that I cannot just push myself to do things that I cannot do at the moment? I am having a slump day and the least you can do is either offer me comfort or just leave me alone.”
“How long are you going to stay like that? The world will not stop for you just because you’re sad. Stop acting like that and do what you have to do.”
Shinsuke didn’t realize the impact of his words not until he heard no response from you. Turning to see you once more, he saw you wearing a blank expression. Honestly, he got a point but what matters the most for you at the moment is how you feel your emotions first before you heal and move forward. And Shinsuke just invalidated that.
“Okay.” You replied, standing up from your seat, and heading towards the door.
“Where are you going?” Shinsuke asked with arms crossing against his chest.
“Out.” With that, you didn’t even bother to wait for his response and exited the apartment. Shinsuke was confused at first but he figured out you wanted some space right now. Sighing, he didn’t chase you and continued with his daily routine.
Outside was you, heart heavy as you let yourself get lost with your slump day. You thought that going for a walk alone was actually nice and helped you clear your thoughts out of your head so you let yourself walk for hours without a destination.
On the other hand, Shinsuke already finished his afternoon routine and was just lounging around the living room. Glancing at his phone, he saw that the sun will set soon and realized that it has been hours since you left and you didn’t text him a single message.
Panicking, hen rang your number a few times.
“Shin-”
“Y/N, where are you?”
You heard things rummaging around in the background followed by keys jiggling. Eventually, Shinsuke came to pick you up because it’s getting late and he’s worried. When Shinsuke found you sitting on the bench by the river, he swear he felt calmness and peace inside with you.
“I’m sorry, darling. I invalidated how you feel.”
Shinsuke will speak softly to you and will not hesitate to acknowledge his mistakes. If you chose to stay silent, he’ll understand it and will just watch the sunset with you. Shinsuke knows that it’s his mistake and he’s in no place to decide when to be forgiven. He may look calm but he’s actually felt fear inside because he doesn’t want to lose you.
If you decided to forgive him, Shinsuke will squeeze your hand as a sign of affirmation and comfort. No matter what decision you’ll pick, expect that Shinsuke will spend the following days making it up to you with his small actions.
He wanted you to feel safe and loved with him because you are one of the things that he treasures the most.
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1zukuz · 11 months
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WRONG INITIAL !!
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HOW haikyuu boys react when you don't get their initial on your nails !
INCLUDES: cussing + fluff
ATSUMU, KAGEYAMA, BOKUTO, KUROO, SUNA, KENMA, OIKAWA
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lol if ur name starts with a y i apologize kuroo didn't mean it
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twelvegods · 1 year
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brutal. kageyama tobio
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the sour collective; ❝where's my fucking teenage dream?❞
pairing/s; kageyama tobio x fem!reader
warning/s; none
word count; 815
summary; confess, they said. date the king, they said. he’d treat you better, they said. but no one told you it was going to be this brutal.
a/n; this one’s pretty short since i’m coming back from a very long hiatus and am v v rusty and didn’t really know where i should take this so i stuck as close to the premise as i could and found myself here. let me know ur thoughts!!
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“listen to this shit someone tagged me in; ‘isn’t it practically confirmed that [y/l/n] actually got to play for the red rabbits by slutting it up with kageyama?’” amanai kanoka read out loud some tweet on her phone.
the hikari pharmaceutical red rabbits were all gathered in the locker room at five in the morning to prepare for this morning’s training session and you’d just clocked in after a tiny squabble with your boyfriend over breakfast. amanai looked up at your scowling expression as you changed out of your attire and into the team uniform.
“can’t believe you’re still getting hate, hasn’t it been a few months already?” she took a few sips from her water bottle.
“if i knew this would happen, i wouldn’t have talked tobio into going public.” you sighed, clicking your locker closed.
hirugami shoko glanced over amanai’s shoulder to peer at the screen of her phone, frowning. “they clearly don’t know what they’re talking about, [y/n]. don’t listen to them.”
that was easier said than done.
you wanted to say you expected this, that you knew what you were signing up for when you and kageyama mutually agreed to go public after dating for some odd three years. prior to that, you pined after one another in high school, but ultimately thought it best to avoid a steady relationship, keeping in mind that you both wanted to put your careers first.
but you hadn’t anticipated the onslaught of hate and complete carnage when that stupid post took to the internet, not knowing your little instagram story had the biggest snowball effect.
it suddenly felt like you were placed under a microscope and that the public assumed the right to pick you, and your relationship, apart. at first, you couldn’t give two shits about what they were saying online, that it only mattered that you and kageyama were happy and not at the expense of anyone else's happiness. but as the months went by, all those comments were starting to get to you and doubts began to arise.
it didn’t help that kageyama didn’t seem to care, he had never even bothered to bring it up after that first month of announcing your relationship. you have never felt smaller in your life, thinking that he found your relationship insignificant.
“you have to say something!” you pushed, your arms tight around your torso. “you wanted to go public and they’re degrading me, tobio!”
he rubbed the bridge of his nose, putting down his chopsticks as he calmly assessed the dinner you pushed away. “it’ll die down in a few days, you know they always find something else to talk about eventually. don’t take it to heart, [y/n].”
“and you’re not even going to bother defending me?” you scoffed, pushing back your chair as you didn’t have it in you to finish the rest of your meal.
“why should i defend you towards people that don’t matter?” his cold blue eyes flicked up to meet yours as you retreated from the dining area.
you had to avert your eyes. “god, why don’t you get it, tobio?”
“stop being so sensitive, [y/n].”
and just like that, he picked up his chopsticks and resumed his dinner, the conversation over.
these days you couldn’t help but think that your love for one another was dwindling, because even the one you thought would be by your side was also picking apart each and everything you did with a touch of hostility. and so that night as you lay in bed with your back turned towards your lover, you gave in to temptation and opened twitter, beginning to scroll through your feed and mentions.
‘kageyama deserves better than some fame whore’
‘pretty sure [y/l/n]’s only after his money’
‘he doesn’t even look happy when they’re together? #freekageyama’
‘this is just another pr stunt! they’ll break up sooner or later after [y/l/n] leeches enough of his money’
apparently, not only was there a hashtag trending due to the public being completely against your relationship, but not even a single tweet was in your favor. before you knew it, tears had welled up in your eyes as insecurity gripped your heart.
you turned to face the love of your life, tracing whatever of his features you could see in the dim lighting of your shared bedroom.
“hey, tobio?” you whispered, not sure if you were really expecting, or wanted, a response. “do you hate me?”
the silence seemed to stretch on forever.
his eyes remained closed shut, an ethereal look on his face as he went on sleeping, not knowing you were falling apart right next to him. you choked on your tears, turning towards the ceiling and willing yourself to rest, allowing your breathing to calm down and labor out, before finally feeling yourself begin to drift away.
but not before kageyama muttered something under his breath that you had no energy to decipher. “...you.”
what am i even doing here? you thought, just before a dreamless sleep held you in a comforting grip.
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tags; @hanayanetwork @planetonet @anime-central-archived @hqintheclub @tahonet
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piichuu · 8 months
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♡ LATE WAKE UP CALLS - KAGEYAMA TOBIO
WARNINGS: probably ooc, gn!reader, fluff
WORD COUNT: 339
AUGUST DRABBLES
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“tobio? tobio?”
he groans when opening his eyes. his arms are still wrapped around your waist like they were when he fell asleep, but now you’ve turned around slightly to face him properly. “what?” he mumbles before once again closing his eyes, just wanting to fall back asleep.
“we shouldn’t have watched that horror movie,” you admit while laying your head on the warmth of his chest. he looks down at you, now only being able to see the top of your head. “are you scared?” “how can you not? it was super scary.”
kageyama sighs before turning to check the time on his phone. it says 4am and even though he doesn’t feel too happy about being woken up at this time of day, he also wants you to be able to fall asleep for at least a few hours. “have you been awake until now?” he questions and you nod your head while clinging onto him tighter.
“i’m sorry for waking you up, i don’t really know what to do,” you whisper but he shakes his head and brushes a hand through your hair. his fingers are soft against your scalp and his lips just as soft as he presses them against your forehead. “it’s okay, just close your eyes.”
you do as he says. you have had your eyes closed for hours, but knowing that he’s awake to protect you from any possible murderer that might appear is rather comforting. “all the doors are locked, no one will come in,” he chuckles as if he can read your thoughts. “i know, but they can climb through windows or break in.”
kageyama once again kisses your forehead and strokes your head. “it won’t ever happen, i’ll make sure of it, so go to sleep, there’s nothing to worry about now,” he smiles softly and watches as you soon enough begin to breathe soundly. he barely had to do anything, but he still succeeded to help you fall asleep after at least four hours of trying. “goodnight baby.”
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eydi-andrius · 22 days
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Everyone in Karasuno volleyball team knows that you have a crush on Kageyama. So when he got interviewed and replied that he doesn't mind girls having a crush on him as long as they got interested in volleyball, it caused chaos and all the seniors keeps on telling Kageyama to backtrack his answer and change it because you were there and witnessed what he said to the interviewer.
Meanwhile, you were just laughing at it because his answer was so Kageyama coded that you found it absolutely cute and adorable.
*dense boyfriend and everything he does is cute girlfriend dynamic
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noosayog · 20 days
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same bed trope ft kageyama tobio
wc: 400
i live to torture him <3
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It’s the middle of the night when Kageyama is roused from his sleep. He watches you flip his duvet to climb into his side, scandalously at ease in your trespassing of someone else’s bed. You yawn, eyes drooping, completely unaware – or uncaring – that the neckline of his shirt that you’ve borrowed dips dangerously low as you knee your way in. 
“Wha-” he exclaims. “Go back to the couch!” 
You murmur a petulant sound of refusal and something else about how it’s cold. 
Kageyama continues to protest, attempting to pry your arms from around his waist as gently as possible, but to no avail. His cheeks are most definitely completely red and unlike you, who seems to be shamelessly content, he is wide awake. 
He nearly hyperventilates when he feels your legs tangle with his, one thigh shoving itself in between his. The worst of it all is that Kageyama, in his sleep shorts, can feel the smooth skin of your bare legs against his. He can’t be imagining the feeling of the hem of your shorts riding up and your panty-covered crotch pressing against his bare upper thigh and- 
“Get off!” He's full-on panicking now, trying everything he can to pry you off but unable to bring himself to put his hands on your exposed thighs. “Please, oh my god. Just let go. I’ll go to the couch. You can have the bed!” he negotiates.
It’s fruitless. You shift even closer, nuzzling into his side and unconsciously grinding your heat into him. Kageyama almost squeaks when you brush against him, half hard. 
“Mmm,” you mumble, apparently satisfied with your position. 
Kageyama has no choice but to roll onto his back, one arm thrown over his face and the other taken captive under your torso. This is torture. He thinks thoughts of Oikawa, Hinata, Tsukishima, Miya Atsumu, anyone who’ll make thoughts of you and your bare legs go away. 
He peeks at you from under his arm, sighing as you continue to doze, blissfully unaware of his predicament.  
The last bit of his self-restraint goes into pulling the blanket back over your intertwined bodies and folding his body around yours. You push your face deeper into his chest.
It’s through sheer willpower that he makes it through the night with nothing more than innocent touches and a saint’s temperament that he suffers through your teasing when you wake up to his morning wood.
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eggyrocks · 23 days
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☆part eighteen: mini epilogue☆
m.list
taglist: @wyrcan @hikikaimar @noodleswastaken @lufvg @thechaosoflonging @lemurzsquad @httpakkeiji @shibaco @dontmindtheevie @tamimemo @cr4yolaas @shoulmate @writing-for-the-hell-of-it @milesmoralesluvs @bedeater @regalillegal @nnnyxie @localgaytrainwreck
an: LETS FUCKING GOOOO I FINISHED IT I HOPE U GUYS HAD AS MUCH FUN READING AS I DID MAKING JT OK ON TO THE NEXT ONE
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heich0e · 1 year
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thinking about kageyama, who's not necessarily inexperienced when it comes to sex and intimacy but is definitely a little bit obtuse about it. who's had a few partners in his adult life but they were all relatively long term, kind of boring affairs, and who suddenly finds himself single and a little tipsy and stumbling into your apartment with you after an event where the two of you met and felt a spark.
and you step out of your bathroom after cleaning yourself up once all is said and done, a satisfying little romp if ever you'd had one, ready to get some much needed rest. but much to your surprise, you find tobio fluffing up the pillow on your side of the bed, preparing to snuggle down and go to sleep.
"what are you doing?" you ask him, mildly alarmed and genuinely confused. you'd taken your time in the washroom, adding an entire extra step to your skincare routine and everything, assuming that the man who'd just spent the past few hours in that very bed with you would have used that as his opportunity to quietly see himself out–not make himself comfortable.
"your pillows are too fluffy," tobio complains a little, smushing the feathers down a bit more as he settles down atop it, wiggling his big big body under the blankets.
and you just... stare at him.
and with his head resting against your too fluffy pillow, kageyama blinks back.
"why are you looking at me like that?" he asks bluntly, and you don't even know how to reply to his question without making it sound like you're the weird one.
so, rather unbelievably, you just pad towards your bed slowly, slipping underneath the blankets that tobio holds up for you. you settle into bed next to him, even though it's the wrong side, and let him pull the comforter up to your chin. let him wiggle and squirm until he's comfortable, though you lay stiff as a board in contrast. let him throw an arm around your waist, and huff a little sound of relief like he's finally found a position that suits his particular needs, all while you stare up at your ceiling and wonder how the hell you got to this place.
and tobio falls asleep so quickly. his breathing slow and even. his arm still holding tight.
you risk a peek at his face only when you're certain he's no longer conscious. you contemplate how soft his features look in slumber. how peaceful he seems on your side of the bed. and for the first time you realize that maybe he's a little less used to things like this than you are. who might not have even realized he was supposed to take your lengthy trip to the washroom as his cue to leave. and you find something almost... cute in that. boyish maybe. sweet. in his sleep, tobio's grip tightens, tugging you a little bit closer to him. his cheek finding a place to rest against the top of your head.
your eyes flutter shut as a quiet laugh escapes you, you feel tobio's warm breath against your temple, and you fall asleep sharing your side of the bed.
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revasserium · 9 months
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can i rq kags trying to plan how to propose to you,,
bullets cause im lazy today u__u
kageyama proposing to u at the tokyo olympics lets gO:
physically going to bookstores/libraries to do research bc once he heard a story from one of his senpai that a guy ruined his own proposal bc his s/o looked at his internet search history -- so suddenly, you're wondering why he's spending all this time "going to the library" and for a hot sec you wonder if he's cheating but after one (1) quick chat with suga and daichi, they shut that thought down with that promise that it is so, so not that
spends weeks, nay months, pausing at every single jewelry store he passes by; he's late to practice (only by a few minutes!!!) enough times that his coach starts asking questions; his answers are always vague and blushy, that is until hoshiumi lets it slip that he's probably planning on proposing; after which coach suzaku starts to loudly discuss with his assistant coach the various jewelers that he'd used when he'd proposed to his own wife
actually makes a pinterest account bc yachi said that a lot of ppl put their "dream wedding" inspo boards on there, but he was so overwhelmed by the interface and navigation that he immediately deleted his account afterwards
almost has a heart attack when he looks up how much traditional wedding dresses costs and this, everyone, is how he ends up agreeing to being spokesperson for power curry (bc endorsements are so damn lucrative)
gives oikawa a straight up heart attack when he gets a text at ass oclock in the morning of tobio asking him how (HYPOTHETICALLY SPEAKING) if he were to propose (again, HYPOTHETICALLY), how he'd do it bc... well, oikawa's always been good at flirting and stuff right? right.
let it never be said that kageyama tobio doesn't at least try to do his research
ofc hinata is his sounding board; it's a terrible idea but at least hinata is super! fucking! supportive! and! excited! and sure, kageyama has threatened him within LITERALLY an inch of his life if hinata let it slip and ruined the surprise bc okay, it'd be pretty cool to propose to you the at the fucking tokyo olympics. but what if he japan doesn't win?
and sure he has to call kuroo to pull way too many strings to set it up but... that's what people like right? big sweeping gestures? and if he has to suffer through half an hour of kuroo's teasing, then so be it. he's suffered worse.
but when the time comes, just before he gets up onto the podium (and sure, 2nd place isn't 1st place, but getting a silver medal at the olympics his 2nd year running is still pretty damn amazing!!!), he finds himself strangely breathless -- and he knows that it's just nerves and that somehow it feels bigger than setting up for a service ace against france, bigger than even getting up on that podium to begin with --
he can see you standing courtside, tears already in your eyes, and he hopes that you have no idea (you have no idea, truly); when he looks at you with the barest inkling of a smile, you blink, you pause, your whole body going still. the area around him quiets, the cheers and screaming of the crowd droning out to barely a buzz in the background. the confused faces of the argentinian team nothing more than a blur as kuroo hands him the microphone with a wink
"uhm -- sorry everyone, but uh -- there's just something i'd like to say before i accept my medal... uhm..." he turns to you and you've already got your hands over your mouth, looking bewildered; he chuckles, digging in his pocket and nearly dropping the mic -- scattered laughter, some of the closest fans are already cheering some of his personal fans are crying but who can blame them rly --
"i know it's not the gold medal i promised you but..." he pulls out the ring and gets down on one knee "this is gold, i made sure, and... i was wondering if you'd accept it anyway," and he sounds so sincere, his voice a little stiff but so, so soft, and you're vaulting over the barricades, almost tripping on your mad sprint towards him, nodding and crying and tipping into his arms even before he can stand up properly
"yes, yes, yes -- oh my god, how long were you planning for this?!" and he's laughing and kissing you and shakily slipping the ring onto your finger and kissing you again and the entire stadium is screaming, his teammates are all clapping, the french team is a little miffed at having their moment stolen, but most of them are smiling anyways; he clears his throat and bows to the different representatives all waiting for him to finish before dropping another kiss onto your cheek, "i'll tell you about it later, okay? i've got a medal ceremony to finish."
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calqlate · 3 months
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LOVE, MAYBE | TWO
— LOVE, PERHAPS
SERIES MASTERLIST | PREVIOUS CHAPTER | NEXT CHAPTER
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PAIRING: crown prince! kageyama tobio x f! crown princess! reader
SUMMARY: after taking your younger sister's place in a political marriage involving the crown prince of the neighboring kingdom of karasuno, you resigned yourself to a loveless marriage. little did you know, the prince has loved you for a while now and plans to win you over.
GENRE(S): arranged marriage au + royal au + fluff + one-sided pining (which later becomes mutual)
WC: 3128
TAGLIST: @deeomi
A/N: i forgot i had already written this and i just needed to edit it LMAO (clown emoji). n e ways, enjoy!
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"your ladyship, his highness the crown prince is here to see you."
you were still keeping your gaze focused on the words on the thick management textbook in front of you. as you wrote down some notes on the margin of the textbook, you replied, "he may enter."
the large double doors swung open and in walked the prince, in all his glory, except... he had arrived with a huge bouquet of flowers clasped in his gloved hands. this was very out-of-character for the stoic prince, and this shocked the maids and butlers, who had (definitely) not expected to see the bloodthirsty prince with flowers in his hands. all the servants held back their breath as prince tobio walked right up to you, brows furrowed and eyes fixated on his fiancée who had not yet looked up to see him. he stopped short in front of your desk and you placed your pen down carefully before looking up at him. upon spying the grand bouquet in his hands, you raised your eyebrows, "what—"
"these are for you, my lady," he choked out, thrusting the bouquet into your face, "i thought these flowers suit you very well."
all eyes were on you as you awkwardly accepted the flowers, pretty much using your arms to wrap themselves around the lower half where the stems were. you eyed the pink arrangement of roses, asters, and lilies before looking up at the prince, "thank you, your highness. i appreciate your gift."
"do you..." his cheeks turned pink as his voice dropped drastically in volume and he averted his gaze to the side, "do you like them?"
"well..." you paused, watching his facial expressions carefully, "do you want me to be honest?"
he nodded, still avoiding your gaze.
"i appreciate the thought behind this, but..." you paused, then decided to take a leap of faith and be truthful (as he had said), "actually, i don't really like flowers."
an awkward and tense silence soon followed after the words left your mouth. prince tobio was pretty much frozen in sheer shock, she doesn't like flowers?! then again, never did he once thought of considering the possibility that you did not have a liking for flowers.
"i... i see," he coughed. feeling the embarrassment creep in, he said, "i have some matters to attend to, so i'll leave first. enjoy the rest of your day."
with that, he turned and exited your study, leaving you with a bunch of flowers in your hands and deathly silent servants.
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"call the two hostlers in," prince tobio said with a sigh once he was safely in his own study, massaging his temples with furrowed brows. is courting girls supposed to be this difficult?
a few minutes later, hinata brought the hostlers in, who were both starry-eyed and were definitely expecting good news out of the advice that they had given to the prince.
"so, was her ladyship completely starstruck? lovestruck, even?" tanaka asked, grinning from ear to ear as he looked at the prince with hopeful eyes.
"did it go as planned, your highness?" nishinoya asked, his smile mirroring that of tanaka's.
the day that hinata had led prince tobio to tanaka and nishinoya, the two hostlers had given the prince some advice on the day itself.
"your highness, do you know what ladies really like?" tanaka said with a sly grin.
prince tobio shook his head, completely clueless. that itself was a given, since the prince had never gotten into a relationship before as he had dedicated his life to protecting the kingdom and learning how to be a good king to his subjects. to the prince, there was no space in his tightly packed schedule for romance.
"flowers," nishinoya piped up, "especially roses."
"why roses, specifically?" prince tobio asked, cocking his head to the side. was there a particular reason why roses were so popular among the ladies?
tanaka and nishinoya would have made a snide comment on how the prince was pretty much doomed to a life of being chronically single if his parents had not intervened to find a bride for him, but refrained from doing so lest they wanted their heads to roll off the guillotine. after all, he was the crown prince, and he was therefore the second-most powerful after the king himself. lopping off anyone else's head would be easy enough for him as long as he willed it to happen.
"that's because roses are a symbol of love in the language of flowers, your highness," tanaka explained, "if you give her ladyship roses, i'm certain that she will be able to see your feelings and accept them quickly!"
"no," prince tobio replied sharply, glaring at the two hostlers so harshly that shivers went up their spines, "she doesn't even like flowers."
tanaka's and nishinoya's eyes widened. this was the first time that they have ever heard of a lady not liking flowers at all. they glanced over at each other with an incredulous look on their faces, is her ladyship some sort of weird recluse?!
"is something the matter?" prince tobio asked, eyeing the two's non-verbal communication in front of him.
"n-no! nothing's wrong at all, your highness!" nishinoya said and shook his head vigorously.
"we're just surprised at how... unique her ladyship is!" tanaka said, faking a laugh, "there's no one quite as extraordinary as she is! am i right, nishinoya?"
he elbowed his friend, to which the latter laughed along with tanaka.
"well, what else do ladies like?" prince tobio asked, a frustrated crease appearing between his brows as he closed his eyes to think of something to remedy that day's situation as well.
"quality time!" nishinoya piped up, and prince tobio flung his eyes open to look at the shorter hostler, "if you spend more time around her ladyship, i'm sure she'll come to notice your affections a lot more!"
"spend time with her..." prince tobio muttered under his breath, then asked, "you mean, i have to set up a date with her or something?"
"not necessarily, your highness," tanaka said, "you can review documents together. you know, you just have to be by her side." he grinned, then continued, "it doesn't matter what you're doing. your presence is all that matters."
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initially, you paid no mind when prince tobio said that he would be reviewing his documents while seated in your study. however, after a couple of minutes, you got rather concerned and, honestly, a little disturbed when you could feel the intensity of his gaze on your face. whenever you turned to look at him, he would immediately look back at his paperwork, pretending he had not been staring at you before. after what seemed like the twentieth time of doing so, you sighed and placed your pen down on your desk and looked at the prince, "your highness, please, just tell me what you want instead of staring at me like that."
he turned pink as he turned his head to the side, not wanting to make any sort of eye contact at all, "t-there's nothing in particular. i was simply... resting my eyes."
"your highness, looking at the greenery is a better solution to resting your eyes than staring at my face," you said, pushing your chair back as you stood up, "that being said, do you want to go on a walk with me?"
he whirled his head around and met your gaze with wide, confused eyes. he had never expected you to ask him to go on a walk together, but he was by no means disappointed, nor was he going to complain. instead, the corners of his lips curled upwards just very slightly as he, too, stood up, abandoning his paperwork, "sure. it's about time for me to take a break from reviewing these documents, anyway."
and so that was how the both of you exited the crown prince's palace to take a leisurely walk in the gardens. the air was fresh and the weather was rather cool, and it was all in all a perfect day to go on a walk. the both of you were not linking arms whatsoever and were maintaining a respectable distance between each other. an awkward silence hung in the air as you strolled about with the crown prince, looking anywhere else but each other: prince tobio was doing such so that he would not meet your gaze, and you were doing such because you thought that staring at him for a beat too long would be considered rude and improper.
"um, your highness, about that day," you were the first to break the ice, "i can explain."
"it's alright, it was my fault," prince tobio said, "i should've asked you about your preferences beforehand. i didn't know that you didn't like flowers."
"it's not that i don't like them," you said, "i simply think that they're kind of a waste. i mean, they die after a while, so i'd have to throw them out anyway and it'd be pointless." you then realised how your words could have been misinterpreted as you disregarding the prince's good intentions, so you added hastily, "i mean, i like things that last long. i don't like throwing my gifts away."
"oh, i see," prince tobio said, furrowing his brows together, so she likes things that can be kept and maintained.
"thank you for the flowers, though," you said. he turned to face you, only to see a small smile on your face as you said, "i liked them. really."
he felt his own cheeks begin to burn and he turned his head away before you could catch a glimpse of his red cheeks. he coughed, "i-i can get more for you if you'd like — ah, wait, you don't like flowers."
you laughed, "you learn fast, don't you, your highness?"
"s-shut up, dumbass," he muttered before trudging ahead of you, dying to bury his crimson face somewhere before anyone could catch sight of it and make fun of him for it. rumours of the prince turning red at a mere compliment would overwrite his image of having a cold exterior, which would not be good for him in court.
you watched as he walked on ahead and you picked up your pace to catch up, amusement seeping into your being. this side of the prince was a stark contrast to what you had heard about him.
perhaps he was not so bad of a person after all.
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"so, how did it go, your highness?" the two hostlers looked at the prince with bated breath, hoping with all of their hearts that something positive happened this time, or it would really be off with their heads.
"she smiled at me," prince tobio said with an excited look in his eyes, but then frowned shortly afterwards after recalling your subsequent teasing, "oh, but she seemed to be making fun of me."
"t-that's okay, your highness! it's a positive step forward!" nishinoya said and held up two thumbs-up, smiling, "her ladyship is warming up to you!"
"really?" prince tobio looked at the two hostlers with wide, hopeful eyes that resembled those of an anticipating puppy waiting for praise.
"yes!" tanaka said, "so don't fret, your highness! you're doing really well!"
prince tobio's eyes were sparkling again, and tanaka and nishinoya looked at each other. They did not have the heart to not tell him that it could possibly be a negative sign as well, because lady qq might have actually been making fun of him.
"anyway! your highness, there's this last method you should try," tanaka said with a wink, "it'll be sure to catch her ladyship's heart—" — he snapped his fingers — "in an instant! just like that!"
"what is it?" prince tobio was more than intrigued to hear what tanaka had to offer.
"well," tanaka said, a proud grin on his face, "it's..."
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"your ladyship, his highness the crown prince requests you to go to the greenhouse for tea with him."
you rubbed your temples. you were fatigued from the lessons from the past few weeks: you had been receiving supplemental crash courses on the additional aspects of ruling that you had not learnt while you were receiving classes as the heir to your father's duchy. a kingdom was far larger than a dukedom, so of course there were more things that rulers of kingdoms were subjected to know compared to those of dukedoms. you had barely been able to keep up, but miraculously, you were still functioning and capable of sitting in your study to absorb more material. maybe it was the studies that your parents had subjected you to that allowed your brain to absorb a little more information.
"alright, i'll go over to him now," you said, standing up.
you sucked in a breath and headed straight to the greenhouse with some maids accompanying you. truth to be told, you would love nothing more than to catch a couple of z's in your bedroom than be drinking tea with the prince. sure, he was your fiancé-to-be, but you prioritised your rest above all. you could not believe you still had the energy to smile and sit there with the prince despite all of your body’s cells screaming at you to get some sleep.
"you're here," prince tobio said as soon as you approached the table.
"thank you for preparing the tea," you said as you curtseyed before sitting down.
"the maids said that you like milk tea, so i've prepared that for today's tea session," he said, "and i heard that you like sweet foods, so i've prepared more sweet snacks."
you noted the milk tea in your cup, as well as the assortment of cakes and scones on the table before you turned to him, "thank you, your highness. i appreciate it."
slowly, you picked up your teacup and took a sip out of it, letting the sweet taste of the drink bloom across your tongue. you could hear the prince talking, but you could not bring your focus onto any of his words at all. it was as though you were stuck in some sort of container made of thick glass and you could barely hear what the people on the other end were saying. you closed your eyes for a second before opening them again, just before you felt something trickling down your nose. you lifted a hand up towards your face to wipe your nose and pulled away before looking down at your fingers, only to see red liquid smudging your fingertips. you looked back up at the prince and made eye contact before you felt all of your remaining strength leave your body and your eyes roll back into your skull.
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your vision was coming back, little by little.
it was a little hazy at first when you first cracked your eyes open. however, the more you cranked them open by sheer force and determination, the fog started to clear up as clarity crept back into your eyesight.
"my lady!"
you felt someone grab your hand firmly and warmly, and you slowly turned your head to the side to see who it was. it was prince tobio, who was seated by your bedside with both of his hands clasped around your hand. concern was evident in his blue eyes as he locked eyes with you. you immediately tried to sit up, and he assisted you in doing so, until you were seated up properly with a pillow safely supporting your back.
"how are you feeling?" he asked, his brows creased together in concern.
"i feel fine," you muttered, your voice raspy. honestly, you felt as though you were in a confused daze, as though you had been asleep for an extensive period of time. you asked, "how long was i asleep for?"
"two days," he replied, then his frown deepening as he said, "you've been over-working yourself, haven't you?"
"i..." you were at a loss for words. you, too, were not sure how much or far you had pushed yourself because every single day had passed in one indistinct blur.
"you did," he answered in your stead, "and that's how your body finally crashed."
you stayed mute as he breathed out a sigh from his nose as he squeezed your hand gently, "studying is good, but don't push yourself too hard."
you looked at him with a confused look on your face, why would you care? i'm just someone you're forced to marry, anyway.
as if he could read your thoughts, he answered, "i worry because i'm your husband." he paused, then corrected himself, "well, husband-to-be, but that's not the point."
he cast his gaze down at your hands as he picked both of them up and held them gently, as if they were fragile glass pieces that could shatter with one wrong move, "please take care of yourself."
he looked back up at you to observe your facial expressions: your face was completely neutral and seemingly guarded as you met his gaze. disappointment filled his lungs as he said, "i'll leave you to rest."
gingerly, he let go of her hands (that he had placed on her lap) before getting up from the chair and leaving your room, not before taking some extra precautions with your maids and butler. as the door swung shut behind him, he sighed, looks like that didn't work, either.
"anyway! your highness, there's this last method you should try," tanaka said with a wink, "it'll be sure to catch her ladyship's heart—" — he snapped his fingers — "in an instant! just like that!"
"what is it?" prince tobio was more than intrigued to hear what tanaka had to offer, leaning forward and hanging onto his every word as if he were preaching the holy word.
"well," tanaka said, a proud grin on his face, "it's... to be a gentleman towards her! nothing else beats a guy who treats her well."
"what on earth, ryuu!" nishinoya smacked tanaka's bicep, "what if her ladyship likes guys that degrade her and stuff? you know, the mean types!"
"i don't think she does," tanaka retorted with a frown, "what kind of crazy psycho—" — then, upon remembering that he was talking about the future crown princess here, he quickly stopped himself mid-sentence and changed his words — "i mean, person would reject flowers?" he added, "my guess is that she's not the innocent sort that would love a bad boy to sweep her off her feet." he grinned, "wanna bet, noya?"
i suppose it's another fail today, then, prince tobio sighed as he walked down the hallway.
however, if he had chosen to turn around and take a sneak peek into the room, he would have seen the telltale blush rising on your cheeks.
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