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hello! just found your blog and i am absolutely in love with everything you write! your style is so unique and it just makes me want to read more! absolutely cannot wait to see what else u put out! :0 <3
HI :O
icb i’ve gotten to this so late but thank you so much! i’m definitely not a consistent poster and for that i deeply apologise but i’m not totally MIA and am working on event pieces n a little extra!
i always have smth in my drafts :]
again, thank you!! 🥺❤️
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THE WAY I SCREAMed WHEN I SAW U ON MY DASH AGAIN OCNCNCJDNCNNDXN 🥺🥺🥺🥺 if u wanna write nsfw then u should do it!! it’s ur blog babes 💗💗 mwa congrats on almost 1k lov u — t3tsus prev tetsusbabe who moved blogs bc yeah 🤠
HELLO MY LOVE!
thank u so much this is so sweet! i rly hope you’re doing well n staying healthy!! i lov u 4 times more. it’s funny i always seem to catch you with a different dn lolol <3
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oh and i don’t even know how to start but this blog is almost at 1k and
?????? HELP???? TYSM???
i feel so guilty for not posting as much or doing literally anything for any of the milestones i’ve hit since making this blog
AND NOT ENGAGING W MY AUDIENCE AT ALL! ARGH
but thank you for taking an interest in my work despite how sparse it is! i’ll be opening matchups FOR SURE this time, i promise. ilysm.
hi everyone, i’m really not one 2 post my random thoughts or non-fic or rq material bc i use this blog whenever i want to actually write dhdhdh but...
i am thinking of posting more nsfw content n ... i don’t know how my followers feel abt that?
i don’t engage with most of you heart to heart as it is so i’m sure nobody minds but i suppose this is a heads up?? no idea LMAO.
that’s all! i want to come back and write a little more regularly but i’m too awkward to actually interact with my mutuals n do anything beyond posting so forgive me!! but yeah. teeny blog update. <3
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hi everyone, i’m really not one 2 post my random thoughts or non-fic or rq material bc i use this blog whenever i want to actually write dhdhdh but...
i am thinking of posting more nsfw content n ... i don’t know how my followers feel abt that?
i don’t engage with most of you heart to heart as it is so i’m sure nobody minds but i suppose this is a heads up?? no idea LMAO.
that’s all! i want to come back and write a little more regularly but i’m too awkward to actually interact with my mutuals n do anything beyond posting so forgive me!! but yeah. teeny blog update. <3
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also, this half-done angst n fluff bokuto fic is staring me in the face when i scroll through my drafts. ayase if you see this— it’s still in progress!! lmao bonk for me being a procrastinator </3
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saw that requests were open and😳😳 how ab fluffy best to lovers with iwaizumi or suga? like they are best friends and seem to always be touching each other in some way like hand on waist or knees touching etc. and confession happens and maybe... just maybe... kiss... if this doesnt fickle your pickle or you feel uncomfortable then feel free to ignore! your writing is great thank you for considering🥺🥺
hi anon, thank you so much for requesting! i’ve been doing requests when i feel like them (apparently 4:28am is the perfect time to start drafting this in my mind) so i apologise for how late it is!
i’ve also decided to split this into two parts, the first being sugawara and the second iwaizumi! i love rambling about cute conventional plotlines like this so there was no way both wouldn’t be excessively long put together.
part two will be linked here when i get round to it!
enjoy!
y’know, people actually do wonder if the two of you are somehow joined to one another in some bizarre manner. it’s practically impossible to see either of you away from the other for an extended period of time. and it’s not creepy, or weird. it’s ridiculously wholesome. they only enquire because both you and koushi take that classic ‘best friend’ trope to a whole other level.
it’s sweet. sickeningly so.
we’re talking after-school dates at the prettiest little cafe just off the side of the main road. it’s barely a ten minute walk, not that you’d notice seeing as the time is filled with consistent, care-free conversations between the two of you. koushi practically begs you to come with him whenever you’re free. you’ve both dubbed it your super secret spot, since other students don’t come so often or probably even know it’s there. his teammates ask him from time to time, where exactly the two of you go. it’s usually because you’re chortling amongst yourselves about some passage of prior conversation, or beaming unanimously over the sheer deliciousness of the pastries there, made fresh.
but koushi never tells. oh no. he wants it to be ‘our spot’ as he likes to call it. you think he’s just being funny and poke his arm whenever he mentions it, agreeing jokingly that he’s not allowed to take anybody else there but you.
you needn’t worry, he wouldn’t dream of it.
he’s always early when you do go, waiting for you by the school gates. and it’s crazy, the wave of comfort that washes over you the second you lay your eyes on the boy, it’s something you can’t experience with just anybody.
you have had your fears when it comes to finishing your third year, since your sights are set on finding employment deep in the heart of tokyo, koushi on the other hand, prefers the domesticity of the urban life. he’s perfectly at home where he stands. and you love that for him, you want him to be happy, truly, but the thought of having to bid the boy farewell seems incomprehensible. like you’ve offended yourself for even contemplating the prospect.
no, you’ve never actually brought up the subject with him. it’s a little early and all too much to say out loud. plus, what if you do and he’s completely nonchalant about it? you’re practically dreading the months as they pass, wondering if sheer luck will allow your friendship to continue with such potency whilst he’s totally oblivious and dismissive when you do get round to it! oh, god. you hate it. you hate that you’re overthinking the entire thing.
you know you’re short circuiting over something so pointless, trains exist, you’ll have the funds and means of transportation... but is it? losing someone who fills your day up is like losing part of yourself. you can already imagine what it’d be like alone, going to other bistros and constantly comparing them to that one. and how lonely you’ll be. how desperate to tell him everything that happens to you. how work goes, if you’re feeling homesick. you know he’ll call you often because he cares too much not to, which you’re thankful for, but it’s not the same. he won’t be here, he won’t be there to touch you like he does now, to keep you safe.
a gulp later and you’re totally fixated on the warmth koushi emits. you’d be grieving without it.
“lost?” a light brush of your forehead rids you of your thoughts.
“hm?”
he’s lightly plucking at the strands of hair hovering above you, focusing briefly. there’s a small speck of dust that’s been caught. after a few unsuccessful attempts, he manages to get it out.
well he mutters that he’s unsuccessful, but really, he’s finding inconspicuous excuses to feel how soft your hair is against the back of his palm.
“lost you for a second there.” he replies, before shifting back, blowing the dust from his fingertip. “everything okay?”
you feel so regretful daydreaming about him in front of his face, and it’s not even that, it’s the fact you’re with him right now, right this moment. you know that time is slipping and yet you’re wasting it mulling over pessimistic thoughts of the future.
“mm. i’m alright, sorry. thank you, by the way.”
“don’t thank me.” he picks up the dainty little cup and you study the floral patterns carefully, you recognize this one. well, you’re familiar with most of them now. if one would ever end up breaking, you’d probably know, since they’re so unique in their respective decorations and there’s only a few. koushi is extra careful with it, free hand slotted under the base of the cup. it’s elegant. he’s pretty when he drinks.
actually, you were thinking about all of that because he’d brought up graduation, his match with against shiratorizawa had gone down splendidly, no doubt even he was shocked they’d made it to nationals. koushi had often lamented to you about being karasuno’s substitute setter, though he admires kageyama plenty and knows what was best for the team. he’s awfully good at putting others first, even if he really wants to play. that’s what you’d concluded. soon after nationals, comes the end of the academic year. too soon, way too soon.
that awful feeling rises up again.
his hands stretch across the table, gently engulfing yours, and it’s lovely, really, how comfortable you are with one another. how instantly calming he is.
“you’ll come to watch us play, right?”
“i always come, silly. i wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
you’ve never seen him so happy.
the evening he rushed to you straight out of the coach, breathless, telling you they’d won. it was like he was able to shine even brighter than he already did. and for a moment, you looked at him—really looked— and you wished you could’ve captured that moment, in all its glory, forever.
koushi. too good to be real, aren’t you?
you are listening, you swear to god you are. everything he says processes but realisation is eating you alive. you don’t think you can live without him. oh, you sound so flimsy, so pitiful and maybe you are. destably so. you’re too selfish for your own good.
but he’s still holding onto you, still careful with his grasp, but with the way his thumb skirts ever so gently across the ridge of your hand, he has no intentions of letting go just yet. you don’t want him to. you’d like to stay like this a while longer.
but it’s late and he’s exhausted from practice, especially now he’s doing twice the amount for nationals. he insists that even if he isn’t on the main roster, he’ll be needed. a team needs absolutely everybody to function properly.
so when he pays for you yet again, chair scraping slightly on the wooden planks of flooring to leave, your heart is caught in your throat, drenched in feeling like it’s the last time you’ll ever see him.
of course you follow him out, politely thanking the old lady who runs the cafe on your way. his feet are planted just steps away from the entrance, gaze to the sky, a flurry of darkness and escaping slithers of light. of course he’s smiling.
part of you wants to hit his arm, ask him how he could possibly be relaxed, stretching his arms lime that when you’re on the verge of losing it. but he hasn’t looked at you yet. when he does, he’ll know.
it doesn’t vanish, that affability that accompanies his grin, even when a look of concern is etched all over his face. it’s still so radiant. koushi doesn’t know how to be unkind. but he knows how to blind you.
“why are you crying?”
there he is again, thumb smearing at the tears that’ve barely slipped. you’re crying without realising. you were fine moments ago but now you’re sobbing so hard it’s difficult to breathe out. there’s nothing empty about it, they’re infuriatingly real, like you’ve already lost him. like he’s walked down the road, waved to you one last time and died.
suddenly there’s a million things you want to say to him, and another three years won’t be near enough to get them all out.
it’ll be too hard to explain over text, or call, too late too.
“ko-oushi..” you tremble out, and he knows you won’t be able to explain. he’s okay with that. just forgive yourself for now and he’ll walk you home. you don’t like to cry. you cry a lot but it never gets easier. he doesn’t mind, though. he likes how big your heart is, even if you insist it’s awful. what does worry him, though, is that someday someone might mistake it for weakness. you don’t deserve to know what true heartbreak feels like.
so, his hand’s in yours, consoling you like one would a child, always dabbing at those tears and telling you things will be alright. koushi knows that you’ll tell him when you’re ready, especially if it’s something that’s upset you this much.
“i don’t want to graduate.” is all you think to come up with, which is a blatant lie. you do want to. all you do is talk about how much you do, but you don’t want to graduate from him.
his response is a little tentative at first.
“why?”
“because.. i’ll go away. i’ll go far away and i’ll miss you.”
he’s deathly quiet, it’s terrifying.
“and if i miss you i’ll keep missing you until i can’t stand it anymore, koushi.” you ramble on, utterly humiliated that you’re confessing just how deep your dependency on him is. but you can’t stop. you don’t have time to. “i hate life. i hate that i can’t see a future without you. i don’t want to drag you back or control you in any way but god, i think i need you.”
you’re not quite sure what this is. is this.. a heated tangent, a sob-fest to a confidante, a guilt-ridden confession from an obsessive maniac? you hadn’t actually thought about what you wanted or would gain from telling him all this. perhaps it’d been bottled too long, longer than you were conscious of and this was the only resort left to release it. he’ll probably end up hating you by the time you’re done strangling out the last few words, deem you insane and ask you to seek some sort of professional help, knowing him, he’d help you find it.
it doesn’t matter. you’re talking and talking and talking, tripping unattractively over phrases and you have no intentions of stopping. not even to breathe, not like you have been anyway. you can’t even look at him whilst you parade yourself like this.
that’s alright with him. he really loves the sound of your voice.
he’s listening. he swears to god he is, but all he can think about is how happy you’ve made him. how he’d never leave you lonely.
but how could he ever convince you? unlike you, koushi isn’t the best with words. he’ll nod for hours and hours as you pour your heart out over something, and still come up empty. really, he doesn’t know what he wants either. he has ideas of the next few years, but he hasn’t even addressed the fact you’d be absent in all of it. you don’t know it, but he’s so used to you he’s practically filled you into his future automatically.
still, you’re talking, not too sure what you’re even saying anymore. and neither does he if he’s completely honest, but he’s too fond of you to mention it.
but he does it. he places his hand on the nape of your neck and kisses you.
he promises it’s not to be rude, or because he’s not interested in whatever it is you’re trying to say. but because he’s wanted to do this for ages. would it be overly dramatic to say the first time he lay his eyes on you? maybe. it wouldn’t be too far from the truth.
oh, god. he’s really kissing you.
he’s sweet tasting and nothing like you could’ve ever imagined. and believe you, you’d thought about it quite a bit. the way he’d feel against you. you’d never admit to anybody that you’d fantasied about this, feeling his tongue flutter over the seam of your mouth, hands dipping gently into the flesh of you as he tightens his hold on your waist.
why couldn’t you have accepted earlier you were fucking head over heels for him?
and of course he likes you back! he calls you his! he takes you on dates and touches you and has eyes for only you. how thick were you?
it’s alright.
at least you’ve gotten there eventually.
though a few months too late, you’re kissing him in the middle of your hometown, and he’s whispering against your lips that you won’t be losing him anytime soon.
#haikyuu headcanons#haikyuu imagines#haikyuu scenarios#haikyuu#hq#sugawara fic#sugawara x reader#sugawara headcanons#sugawara hcs#sugawara fluff
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Hi Sunni!! I could have SWORNNN i followed you a ways back when binging all ur works. N e ways, just want to pop in and say congrats on 667(+plus, by now hehe) you’re writing is poignant and beautiful! Keep it up! 💚
hi!! lmao that’s okay, thank you for reading them!! thank you so, so much it really means a lot to me :(( i’m close to 800 now which is ridiculously mind-blowing seeing as i’ve been barely posting & haven’t put much new content up recently. nevertheless!!
i suppose i’m not one to keep up well with milestones but i do appriciate every single one i surpass.
thank you once more!! <33
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AHBDHD CONGRATS ON 667 !! 🥰
HI BABIE! thank you so much!! giving you lots of hugs n kisses. <3
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do you take commissions? or have a kofi? im in love w your writing it's beautiful
hi anon!! thank you so much, truly, the fact you’d even consider spending money on my writing leaves me in awe. i’ve never really considered the prospect of commissions since i usually write for pleasure and use this blog purely for random bursts of passion.
if you contact me i’m sure we could converse about what it is you’re looking for!
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WENT TO CHECK UR BLOG TO SEE WHERE U WENT & CONGRATS ON 667!!!!! 😼‼️
hi babie!! i’ve been a little MIA as of late because of real life situations but thank you so much waaaaa i hope you’ve been well and are staying safe mwah
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dhjddhsj i missed 666 but tq everyone for sending me straight to hell 🥺❤️
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hii!! if it's ok then could i request headcanons of sugawara and oikawa who have a classical pianist s/o?? have lovely day! 💖
hi anon!! i really hope you enjoy this little drabble hc type thing. i tend to ramble a bit but this was really interesting! i love the piano and used to play myself.
• sugawara himself has never been musically adept to any significant degree, but he’s always been extremely fascinated in others that are. there’s something mesmerising to him about it. it’s something he likes to appriciate rather than persue himself.
• you sort of just... sprung it onto him that you’d been playing piano for a large majority of your life. it’d been when you visited your parent’s house for the first time in ages with the boy and your childhood grand-piano sat pretty, just where you’d left it.
• fingers running over the top of it, he asks if your mother or father plays. you nod, explaining that music is a sort of therapy in your household, joking that your mother practically lives and dies over these keys each passing day. you’ll probably never catch up to her.
“wait, you play?” his eyes widen.
“oh— yes. i never mentioned it?”
• where you live doesn’t have a proper piano within a mile of the place. it’s painful for you, you miss playing. sitting down, fingers brushing over the ridges of the keys. not even dust. this thing is precious to all of you under that roof.
“uh-uh. please, do it for me.”
• so you do. you play and you’re happy to play. the ghostly melody of Claude Debussy’s Clair De Lune thrumming from the heart of the piano. it’s heartachingly wonderful. you have the boy absolutely enamoured, fixated on the movement of your fingertips as the atmosphere changes completely. and you, you’re— you’re smiling, it’s not hard for you at all. he’s shocked at how easy you make it look.
• he feels like he’s fallen in love with something so very special, additionally to what he knew before. you’re absolutely golden. sugawara can’t help but tilt your chin up to him after you’ve played that final chord, kissing you gently.
“that was beautiful. you are so beautiful.”
• koushi will beg you to take him back to your parent’s more often just to hear you play. your mother play. it solidifies their relationship and leaves you knowing he’s going to be long-term. but he’ll never ask you to teach him. he’s perfectly happy playing the observer and admiring you in full bloom as you play.
• sugawara is a very homely boyfriend and there’s something so warmingly domestic about the piano.
• tooru is the stark opposite, practically grovelling at your feet to show him how you work your magic.
• he knew pretty early on that you were a pianist, simply because it’s your pride and joy. it’s what brings you the most peace and resolve. as volleyball is to him. you two had no problems exchanging exciteable passion over your excellent talents.
• but the thing about tooru, is that he gets very jealous of skills he doesn’t have — he wants them. and he’ll try at least once to get them.
“(y/n), please!”
“it’s not as simple as just showing you!”
“i know, but— but you’ll never know if we don’t try!”
• you sigh LOUDLY, before dragging him by the nape of his collar to the piano stool, sitting him down, you rest your chin on the top of his head and slap down the music sheets. he stares blankly.
“what’s this?”
“you’re joking.”
• tooru is a smart little boy, he knows piano isn’t easy and it takes time and endurance, alongside professional lessons, to even begin understanding and manoeuvring the instrument. but this— what’s this?
“this looks difficult...”
“that’s what i said!” you half yell at him, before plscing your hands over his, you list off the notes, pressing down lightly on each one. “got it?” he tilts his head.
“one more time.”
• it goes on like that, you giving tooru little lessons when he isn’t too exhausted from his work. he’s appriciative really, that you’re even giving him the time of day. other times he’ll just ask you to play because he claims it’s relaxing enough to help him recover from matches. his personal favorite is Yiruma’s River Flows In You, with its melancholic tinge, he feels like he’s somewhere else entirely when you’re in full flow, somewhere tranquil and safe, but a little lonely. just how he likes it.
• you oblige, because you love him dearly and eventually, he’s able to play a song or two for you. and oh, it’s adorable! he messes up from time to time but he really does want to make you proud.
• in exchange, you learn the rules of volleyball and he teaches you recieving. it’s fun. you’re able to form a bond over such different interests. he’a grateful you’re willing to put up with his nuances and actually spend time with him, he’s always been a little bad at that himself, but you motivate him greatly to actively communicate through something he finds happiness in.
#haikyuu headcanons#haikyuu imagines#haikyuu scenarios#haikyuu#hq#sugawara x reader#sugawara headcanons#sugawara fic#oikawa x reader#oikawa headcanons#oikawa fic
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bump before i sleep — tysm this filled up fast n i have three or four spaces left!! first come first serve type business <3
so, on a whim..
i’m gonna open up requests again !! will get to other asks eventually but hc/short drabble requests are fine!! so feel free to request smth. old requests i won’t be persuing (unless i’ve promised to make a fic for you) so i currently have 0 requests and will count new ones from now on <3
rules for quests are here
you’re allowed to request multiple times too!! maximum two though.
come indulge me, matchups will be happening soon!!
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so, on a whim..
i’m gonna open up requests again !! will get to other asks eventually but hc/short drabble requests are fine!! so feel free to request smth. old requests i won’t be persuing (unless i’ve promised to make a fic for you) so i currently have 0 requests and will count new ones from now on <3
rules for quests are here
you’re allowed to request multiple times too!! maximum two though.
come indulge me, matchups will be happening soon!!
#sunni screams#i’m in the mood and i don’t have any requests so hello#haikyuu headcanons#haikyuu imagines#haikyuu scenarios#haikyuu x reader
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send in ur hcs via ask if ya want,,, i am curious plus i wanna interact w people more so hi! here’s your chance
1am is the time i feel like babbling about things but not making actual headcanon posts? like i wanna discuss people’s headcanons about certain hq characters and see if i agree or not n talk about it that’s the mood rn
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1am is the time i feel like babbling about things but not making actual headcanon posts? like i wanna discuss people’s headcanons about certain hq characters and see if i agree or not n talk about it that’s the mood rn
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wait fuck the kuroo domestic shit better b there when i wake up 😾😾😾😾😾 have a nice day we need to talk more 🔫🔫🔫🔫
hdfhdhd she’s up now <3 gn babie n of course we should!!
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