meetballmatt

[meetballmatt]

The ghost in my room at 3am listening to me talk to myself about the fic I’m reading

[meetballmatt]

your little habits that flusters the Haikyuu boys

you think nothing of it- and he knows it. So why is he about to pass out?

teeth rotting fluff

might make it a series lmk

grabbing their sleeve

he walks you home. no questions asked. anywhere, anytime, no matter what weather. he mutters out “cuz i’m bored” or some other lame excuse and rolls his eyes whenever you tease him about him being your butler or smth

he’ll never admit, that those walks are the highlights of his days. listening to you blabbering any and every thought that comes up, occasionally grabbing your shoulders to stop you from tripping over or gathering up your hair that has fallen down to your face, yeah he loves all of it.

he’ll never admit, that you just look too pretty, yapping away your worries with your hands flying all over the place. so he only adds in quiet “oh yeah?”s and “no way”s to fuel your rants. he’s listening alright. he’ll ask you to follow up on the tea few days later.

so when you suddenly halt, eyes wide with a sweet, sweet gasp falling from your lips, he visibly flinches. is something there? are you in danger? does he have to carry you bridal and run home? he looks down, confused at your unusual quiet quivering lips.

he flinches when you tug his jersey down, towards the bush at the side of the road. yeah. no danger. just some neighborhood kittens lazing about in the sunset warmth.

your hands stay on the fabric, hands so small but the grip tight as you melt at the adorable sight. he stands up a little, gulping as he feels your touch warm against the cool cloth. the weight of your arm rests against his, and his fingertips tingle as they fall against your soft arms.

he tenses slightly, feeling the blush rise from his neck. was it the sunset? why was it suddenly so hot? you had the every option to hold him. his arm, his shoulders, hands, but the hem of his sleeve? why did your hands suddenly look so cute, gripping tightly as you gleamed innocently?

he looks away as he looks for his phone in the other side of the jacket, grumbling quietly about how he should take a photo of the sight. hopefully you can’t see how flustered this thoughtless touch has made him.

you saw. how could you miss the adorable blush all over his ears?

TSUKI, KENMA, SUNA (a little more enthusiastic about the tea bet) and SAKUSA

sticking & biting your tongue out

he hates it. more specifically, he hates the effect it has on him. a bit of him still doesn’t believe that it’s a absentminded habitual thing. seriously i bet he has asked you, politely and very shyly if you did it on purpose. once, and the confused face you gave him made him so red i swear. he started muttering nonsensical words until you nervously laughed. He just quietly rubbed the back of his neck (which was sweating so, so much)

i see a very clear picture. you guys are in the same class, and you’re so deep into the paper that you are writing, typing away something that has to be of equal relevance to the constitution or smth.

he can’t help but steal some glances at you. he has always admired how devoted you were to your assignments. both your passion and quality of the work motivated him to be a better person. not to mention how hopelessly pretty you looked, eyebrows scrunched up as your glossy lips mutter something. maybe you were choosing between your wording? maybe this was the chance to go over and very nonchalantly offer a fresh set of eyes?

that moment he shifts in his seat, his breathing stops. you open your mouth again, probably to mutter something out, but this time the tip of your glistening, pink tongue flicks out. he stops him his seat, awkwardly positioned, as his head furiously moves back to his laptop, heartbeat raging against his suddenly sweaty fingertips.

what the actual fuck? that must have been a mistake right? you must have just been trying to wet your lips or something. sure there’s nothing more of it.. but he can’t get the sight of the moment out of his head, you relaxing your pretty body for a second as you let out a little sigh, and that pink, glistening tongue sticking out from your plush lips. he feels a pang of guilt, so he quietly takes a shakey breath. there’s no more to it. cut it out. just go and talk to her!

yeah that didn’t go as planned, because when he looked back, the lightheadedness made him grip the edge of the table to stop himself from letting out a surprised sigh. the edge your tongue was caught between your teeth, peeking just out from your lips. your eyes squinting at the screen, just so focused on the work. he sank back to his chair, his eyes racing to look anywhere else.

there’s nothing more to it. he knows. you’re his best friend. he swears. but as he hears you mumble about how you can’t focus, he can’t help but think

how the pink fat would feel against his, and how desperate he is to help you relieve some stress

AKAASHI, KUROO (nerdy looser kuroo is the best kuroo), GOSHIKI, YAMAGUCHI, TANAKA (friends to lovers w him omg), AONE

this was so fun to write and i have so many more ideas about it? plz let me know if yall want more cuz i am more than willing to deliver 🫤🙌

[meetballmatt]

Kenma, whose camera roll is completely full of 0.5 photos of you. Sleeping? 0.5. Eating? Yep, another one. Occasionally, you’d catch a glimpse of his lockscreen, seeing your face in a not-so flattering angle.

Bokuto, who refuses to leave you alone if he notices a slight shift in your happiness. He wants to know what put you in a sour mood so he can come up with a way to change it! But his options are quite limited, so when you feel a pair of arms wrap around you from behind and lift you up, it doesn’t take even a second for your laughter to fill his ears.

Yamaguchi, who can’t take his eyes off your birthmarks, insisting that they’re so different from his own. He sighs when you cover them up with makeup, and when you ask him what’s wrong, he pouts.

Kageyama, who secretly likes having nicknames that only you can call him by. He feels that it’s like a little code only the two of you know, so if you shout it during one of his matches, who’s going to know you're talking to him? Though, waking up to see millions of people on social media calling him ‘Tobi’ wasn’t on his bucket list.

Akaashi, who can't help smile while listening to you rant about something trivial. He'd chime in at times, saying things like; "I know right?" and, "Seriously?". If you both went out for froyo, by the end, yours would be pretty much a liquid and his would be empty.

Suna, who insists that the two of you have matching profile pictures on every platform you're both on. Whether it's a photo of the both of you split into two, or a set of matching photos you found on Pinterest, he's all about the subtle meaning behind it.

Sugawara, who absolutely refuses to let you walk home alone in the dark. Whether you were studying together at the library, or over at his place, he'd accompany you on the walk home. In the winter, he’d wrap his scarf around you, and take your gloved hand in his. It was so you didn’t get lost! Oh and the scarf? That was.. so he could see you in a crowd!

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[meetballmatt]

i would LOVE to know which haikyuu boys would be brat tamers… and perhaps their favorite kind of punishments? (overstim, spanking, denial, paddling, etc) :333

basically just an s/o who sasses them all the time, loves to tease and talk back, and loves punishment hehe :3

haikyuu brat taming headcanons (nsfw)

loved this idea! just didn't have the format for when it got requested, then it got buried. tbh kuroo was the hardest to place out of all the names!!

warnings. heavy nsfw. minors DNI

characters. bokuto, nishinoya, oikawa, suga, kuroo, shohei, osamu, tendou, kentarou, daichi, atsumu, mattsun, iwa, tsukki, suna, sakusa, kenma, kageyama, aone, asahi, ushijima, lev, koganegawa, hinata, akaashi, yamaguchi details. lots of kink discussion. (implied mutual understanding, consent, and communication) aged up characters.

links. my masterlist. my ao3. more haikyuu. my imagines. requests open.

spoils you in and out of the bedroom. this guy has too much love in his heart to ever catch a stern tone with you, and especially doesn't like to use his strength against you. that being said-- he will hold you down after your fourth orgasm, as you squirm and tremble, cursing at him that it's too much- you can't take it- and the like. he still kisses you through it, call you his pretty girl, but it doesn't change the fact that you do need to learn some manners. you love that you can never make him upset, and learn to love his endurance, the way he grins and baby-talks you through your tears, because he finds it so cute that you always think you can get away with being such a brat. (BOKUTO, OIKAWA, kuroo, suga, nishinoya)

bondage, blindfolding, restriction. something about robbing you of a sense after you act up has no other match. you're so confident until your hands are tied, useless, behind your back or above your head. he can leave you like that for as long as it takes for you to apologize, or admit that you're wrong. it's usually paired with some type of slow, and cruel play that keeps you just stimulated enough to enjoy it, before he steals it back. it's the most absolute reminder of control and dominance; he's the type to kiss you through a long, and difficult type of tie, because you're too pretty not to taste while he's rendering your arms at your sides, or restricting how much you can breathe. probably the most patient, and twisted, form of punishment. (SHOHEI, osamu, TENDOU, kentarou, AKAASHI)

spanking, striking. loves seeing a clear print of his oversized hand across your skin. he knows you love it, too. that's why you keep pulling petty bullshit to get bent over his knee again, and again, and again. tears might be pricking your eyes, you might yelp- but you can't help but look back, a bitten back smile once the sharp pain becomes a lasting sting. you'll bite him just to get a little lovetap across your face, because you love watching his surprise shift rapidly into this possessive, corrective arousal. it gives you a sense of connection beyond what kissing, or even sex, can give. because, really, who else is going to look at you like that, all preoccupied, full of lust, but secretly attentive, after they hurt you? (DAICHI, ATSUMU, mattsun, IWA)

denial is his game. he takes his time already, keeping you on your toes, frustrated and needy-- he's ultra gentle despite his ability and disposition, never wanting to let you get a true taste of what he can give you if it isn't earned. time with him is filled with baited breath, muffled, almost-there whines, and shaky fingers that stay clenched, only to yourself. don't think he doesn't notice it, just because it isn't explicit. that's his purpose. to read you, analyze you, like a slowburn, steamy novel. he can fuck you so good, but he won't. he wants you to be desperate. be a good girl first, then he'll let you cum. (TSUKKI, suna, sakusa, KENMA, kageyama)

not much of a 'tamer.' while usually opting for a softer, guiding vibe in the bedroom, if provoked enough, he will not just roll over. when he understands what you're trying to do -get a rise out of him- he wears a stern squeeze in his brow. he's all focused on your smile, calculating, like you've just spoken another language. he wouldn't strike you, and doesn't enjoy giving verbal harassment, because when would he ever need to learn those skills? he's gigantic and intimidating. all he needs to do is remind you that you probably shouldn't be barking up the wrong tree. a big, strong hand squeezes around your throat, he finds just the right position to show you that you can't move under him, and a whisper, asking you, "what did you just say?" that's all you need to be subdued. (AONE, ASAHI, ushijima)

he would hardly know what to do with you. the idea of domination/submission, brats/brat tamers probably gets him hard, but there's not enough blood to share between his brain cells and his dick to play around with you the way that you're trying to instigate. he would need to be taught how to fill that role long before you could get what you wanted out of him. (LEV, KOGANEGAWA, hinata, yamaguchi)

notes. if the name is in caps, then i felt like their category is 100% in my brain. if the name just lowercase, then i felt like they could easily be in another one too. rlly liked writing this!

taglist. @integers @paradoxicalwritings @yuchacco @megapteraurelia

links. my masterlist. requests open.

[meetballmatt]

꒰‧₊ 🍃 down bad ⋆ ꒱ ⋆˚

you're so madly, deeply in love with yamaguchi tadashi.

that's funny, because he's usually invisible to everyone's eyes but all of a sudden, he became everyone's apple of the eye.

the monster pinch server whose hair grew a tad bit longer from when you first met him during your first year—or before your first year at karasuno, when you finally completed your school transfer requirements, and he bumped into you, hastily swiping his sweat from the heat of running through the blossoming spring that japan is.

"gosh! i am deeply sorry!"

oh, how your eyes sparkled when you saw the liter of freckles on his reddened cheeks; probably from the warmth he's feeling, or his embarrassment. he... he's so gorgeous.

"yamaguchi, hurry up." a monotoned voice spoke up, a bit ahead from the both of you. and before you could reply to the green haired male, he was gone in a flash—not before giving you a short wave and a sheepish smile.

now, you stand at the entrance of the karasuno gym. watching a practice match between your school's volleyball club and a neighbouring school you couldn't remember because all your focus was on the boy who proudly wore his number 1 vest as he is called for another service ace.

clutching your clasped hands atop your chest, your eyes glittered watching him. yamaguchi tadashi, in all his glory—you loved seeing him most when he's in his element, volleyball was his air; one thing you couldn't erase from him, nor could you separate from him.

you hear everyone's cheer for him, and you know he's embracing them fully with how he smiled so confidently before hitting his famous jump float serve.

"tadashi-senpai is so cool! and he look so handsome~"

god forbids you jump on those giggling girls a few earshots away from you. you noticed him first! how about they stop thirsting over him and focus on the game?

your inner monologue was interrupted by your conscious thoughts. he'd think you're weird if you keep barricading him like a guard or something.

the karasuno gym, which you grew accustomed with having a few people around was now crowded of students from different years—all wanting to see the volleyball players in action before their actual match on the nationals in 3 days.

yamaguchi tadashi whose growth you witnessed from being a fragile and petrified kid to a self-assured and courageous captain, bring his own team to the nationals once more was something you've always felt so proud for. he grew so much from being a shadow to being the spotlight itself.

after the final set, with an 8-point difference and karasuno obviously winning, you squeezed your way to the front lines where the members of the club gathered after finishing remarks and greetings—your eye catches a certain green haired boy, swiping his sweat and calming down his beating heart, that is going too fast for his liking.

the front lines was still a bit cramped but you did manage to push through, just enough to see tadashi.

said male finally stopped his self ministration before looking up,

"baby!"

with a beeming smile, two long arms scooped your hips from the student mass in a blink of an eye.

"hi, 'dashi." your own smile designed your face, a blush evident from the unexpected call out from your sweet lover.

"i thought you wouldn't be able to watch me." he laughed a little, hugging your uniform clad body close to him.

he was sweaty, yet you didn't mind—as long as he was near to you like this, you wouldn't trade it for any other thing, not even your favorite food.

"of course i'd make it, lovely. sorry i couldn't make it anywhere adjacent your line of vision, this place was already full!" you explained to him, a quick peck on his bright cheeks; but he honestly couldn't care about that,

yamaguchi tadashi is so madly, deeply in love with you too.

in your white long sleeves, paired with a beige vest and a ribbon on top, wearing your school's grey skirt—your hair down and simply tucked behind your ears, the way your eyes sparkled the same way he saw them during your unforeseen interaction, the moles on your face, and most importantly, your pretty, pink lips that he grew to love.

you're the most beautiful to him, right at this very moment—and many more moments that will come.

but right now, you looked incredible. your make up is done so lightly, it's barely noticeable but it's there. he wanted to kiss you, so, so bad.

and he did.

looking down at you innocently rambling, one of his hands made it up your upper back before expertly tilting his head to connect your lips in a breathtaking kiss. your hands froze on both his biceps, not knowing where this sudden burst of boldness came from.

breaking apart the sealed kiss, he whispered, "kiss me back, baby." so softly, and quietly that if you didn't pay such close attention, you'd not hear it. once he continued to connect your lips together, you felt more relax and calm, kissing his tender lips back and clutching his white tee for support.

he's invading all your senses to the point that you can't think; your brain is fogged like hell, but tadashi wasn't letting up with the starved kisses he was giving.

"oi, oi! that's enough, lovebirds" shoyo shouted from somewhere,

but everyone be damned, tadashi is too down bad; just for you.

(ˆ. ̫ . ⸝⸝⸝ˆ) ໒꒱ 𖦹 ps. it's me, i'm down bad for him. LOL but i do hope you enjoyed this unexpected first draft i wrote ><

[meetballmatt]

YAMAGUCHI

MY LOVE

NEEDS TO HAVE STUFF WRITEN ABOUT HIM

soooooo, of you have the time, could you maybe have him approached by reader, and to his surprise she’s interested in him and not his bestie?

cause in the manga it says that his current worry is that whenever a girl approaches him isn’t cause of tsukishima.

trying to get on my shit y'all, these reqs are old and I need to get them out.

You and tadashi say across from each other in class. He sat beside his best friend tsukishima as well. They were quite the duo. You'd always see them snickering and sometimes hanging out near other guys you didn't really know.

There was a time his friend had gotten hurt, you weren't sure doing what. His fingers were bandaged pretty badly and you found yourself staring closely at him, admiring the blonde as he looked down at his paper. It wasn't that be was terribly struggling to write but he had some trouble you seen

You hummed to yourself, you guessed loud enough to catch his attention. Tsukishima looks to the side to see you staring. A quick glance to you and your eyes meet briefly. You felt a tinge of embarrassment. He'd caught you staring at him... What if he thought you were checking him out?!

You were just being nosy is all!! Surely he'd understand!! Tadashi seen tsukishima glance in his direction which is also your direction. Tadashi was curious, had he wanted something from him? Was there something in his face?

Tadashi and tsukishima made eye contact before the blonde cocked his head towards you. Tadashi raises a brow turning his head to your side looking at you. He never really took a moment to actually see you. Really like, acknowledge you. He's a busy guy with class and his extra curricular. Plus on occasion he'd be tutoring kageyama and hina with tsukishima and yachi.

There was a lot he had to do or just was busy doing. He didn't have time for others that didn't notice him. Especially girls. Yachi was his first crush, he definitely recalls distinctly. They ended up becoming too close of friends and he felt it was wrong to see her in a romantic way. Maybe she'd hate him if he ever confessed the likeness he once felt for her.

That was the first time you two had made eye contact. It was quick and only for a moment you looked away the second you could. It was too embarrassing and you clearly seen the way tadashi and tsukishima spoke to each other about you with their eyes.

To you, it was brief. For tadashi it lasted what seemed like forever. Your eyes locked on his, it's like you were in slow motion blinking and batting the pretty eyes of yours. So perfect, that iridescent look they gave from different angles. The sun hit them so beautifully.

His breath hitched as he exhaled, he whipped his head back forward as he noticed you look away from him. He suddenly began overthinking everything. It must've been weird for you to notice some random guy in your class just staring at you like that. He felt his cheeks slightly heating up as he struggled to maintain his normal thoughts regarding his work, you seemed to cloud them completely.

You were right there next to him. So close he could touch you. Smell you. Not that he'd wanted to....you'd just met! Goodness you probably didn't even know his name...wait. he didn't know yours. You must think he's so weird.

He thought more about it and realized...you were looking at tsukishima. Goodness. The only reason you must've looked at him was because he was sitting next to kei. Yeah that made more sense...why would you want to speak to him.

Your grades started slipping a bit. You've noticed this from time to time. You got stuck in your head and burnt it a lot. Studying was hard and thinking about your future had been stressing you out terribly so. It seemed like everything the teacher would tell you would go in one ear out the other.

It was starting to give you a migraine, everything she was saying. Her voice began to be too much to bear. You sigh to yourself and quietly bang your head on your desk. Tadashi, on your left, immediately noticed. He definitely wasn't watching you closely since your first meeting or anything.

He hesitated. Yama wanted to speak to you, he wanted to offer you help with whatever was troubling you but he was too afraid..the butterflies in his stomach felt like they'd come out if he even opened his mouth in your direction...

Your teacher pulled you to the side and had a talk with you about the recent drop in your grades. It was concerning how much they'd dropped. Hearing how disappointed and concerned she sounded made you cringe deeply. You weren't the smartest in the world but it sometimes felt like all you had were your grades.

Tadashi stayed behind, he stood right outside of the room listening very closely. He wasn't....obsessive or anything. He just wanted to make sure you were alright. The teacher didn't do you the justice of pulling you to the side as class was ending, instead she open and loudly exclaimed you would need to see her after class.

Tadashi has had dreams like this before, except they ended with him being humiliated in front of the entire class. He can imagine that little bit of embarrassment you felt being called out like that. He needed to make sure you were okay

As you left the room, tadashi sucked in everything he had and squeezed his eyes shut while you walked past him. Of course you noticed him, you were just too upset to care about anything other than finding the nearest empty bathroom and silently sobbing and waiting for the end of the day to finally arrive so you can go home and do the same thing.

Tadashi sighed heavily and followed you. He was gonna do it, he was gonna speak to you. He followed you closely, he was trying to give himself a pep talk before actually speaking to you. But he noticed you getting close to the restroom and figured it'd be weird if he followed you inside.

You might think he's following you...!

“ uh- hey..!— hey..”

You then around and see the rather tall boy. He's a lot taller than you remember, actually. He's always standing next to that taller boy tsukishima so it's hard to see him as tall when beside him.

“ tadashi.��

You try to be polite but there was definitely some sadness and possibly annoyance laced in your tone. He sees that, and he completely understands; sympathizes even.

“ I...overheard what the teacher said and..and.....maybe I can help you.”

“ help me.”

It wasn't a question nor were you asking to help him. You were just assuring that what he said. It was surprising to say the least. Sure you'd seen him outside the door when you walked past but you didn't think he was eavesdropping.

“ uh- yes! If you'd like...that is. I'd understand if not- it's probably weird i— ”

“ yes please.”

“ ye- yes?! yes— yes me?”

He points to himself as he blinks dumbfoundedly at you. You sigh loudly that made him cringe at himself. You must've been so annoyed with him.

“ yes tadashi. I will take all the help I can get honestly.”

“ do you think you think you could tutor me full time?”

He couldn't speak, his heart racing and tummy fluttering. He blinked at you and did the next best think, nodding aggressively and humming in agreement.

You smile at him and pat his shoulder, he felt his skin practically vibrating beneath his uniform. He was practically buzzing with anticipation to tutor you. He was so excited.

Tadashi has been tutoring you for a little well over two months now. You'd occasionally go to his practices just so you could walk home with him and tsukishima. You had gotten to know tsukishima a little better, you'd always laugh loudly when he'd make fun of Hinata or kageyama.

Albeit tsukishima was kind of a cunt he was very funny. In his own snarky way. You actually liked him. He had a very soft voice for someone so ballsy. Introverted and quiet. That's definitely a type.

You noticed tadashi getting more comfortable with you. He'd hold eye contact better with you, his hand grazing over yours for far longer than normal. It made you feel things. Had you developed a crush on him? Definitely.

You had a dream one night about tadashi asking you out. He had kissed you so passionately it woke you up. You squeezed your thighs together and groaned turning and tossing to get back to your precious dream.

You'd decided you've had enough of this silent lining after him. Which wasn't that long because you literally were so bold about your crush honestly. You made sure to make flirtatious jokes and how you touched him with pure intent.

You'd lean in closer to him and have your breath fan his neck during his practices making his face redden and sending a shiver down his spine.

Holding hands definitely wasn't as far as tadashi mind has wandered before but that alone is very bold to him. He wasn't used to this kind of attention.

You pull him to the side the second you get, your heart fluttering. You can't help but admire him, those cute eyes staring down at you. His stupid freckled cheeks and his small smile. He was so adorable. Tadashi looked away and scratched his cheek.

“ I.. uh, what's up y/n? do you need help with anything?”

“ yeah I...was wondering.”

You sighed heavily and thought about it. Tadashi has told you one time how dearly he holds tsukishima in his heart and despite tsukishimas funny way of showing it, he knows kei cares about him too. He was always around tsukishima and never really had space to think for himself. You wanted to change that

“ you're friend...tsukishima,-”

The way tadashi eyes widened and he felt his heart drop. There were so many emotions filling up inside and he didn't know what to do with them. He felt a sudden rush of rage. So many thoughts filling his head as he turned away from you. This always happened...he was silly to think you would really want to be with him. He seen the way you looked at him, laughed at tsukishimas jokes.

You must've really liked him. As much as it hurts him he loved tsukishima, and he liked you too much to stand in your way of happiness. Tsukishima doesn't get along with everyone but he was okay with you, he must've felt something for you too...

“ I understand.”

“ what?”

“ if you want to be with him....you can. I won't stop you. I'll put in a good word for you..if that's what you want. ”

He sighed shakily and readied to walk away from you. If that's genuinely what you wanted of course he'd do it for you. He really liked you.

“ WHAT.”

You screamed loudly making him jump back, he looked from side to side and even people walking beside you looked at you like you were crazy.

“ tadashi. what do you think I'm going to ask you!?”

“ if you want to...be with.. tsukiki...?”

You rub your temples and sigh ever so heavily. You were so lost. Why would he ever.

“ ....no...tadashi. no. never that.”

“ oh.”

You just stared at him and he struggled to keep eye contact. Whining and shivering slightly.

“...what.. what did you want to tell me..?”

“ will you be my boyfriend, tadashi yamaguchi.”

His eyes practically bulge out of his head, he lost all of his breath a small noise leaving him as his jaw drops. He pointed from you to him in confusion.

“ you..you want..... ME?!”

You walk to him and grab his face in your hands rubbing his cheek with both your thumbs. His previous freckles reddening deeply he whines and his eyes struggle to stay in one spot.

“ can I kiss you.”

He lets out a whimpery sound and nod slowly in your hands and you pull him closely placing your lips onto his. He literally started quivering in your hands you couldn't help but to giggle in the kiss.

You pulled away and chuckled, kissing his cheek before grabbing his hand. He had a lovesick smile on his face, silly giggle leaving his dorky face as he felt so happy. He followed behind you as you guided him to your next class, now as your boyfriend. Silly boy.

not the best, terrible ending. I need to learn how to land things.

[meetballmatt]

“GO OUT WITH ME”

KARASUNO BOYS + ASKING YOU OUT. featuring ⋮ kageyama tobio, hinata shoyo, tsukishima kei & yamaguchi tadashi x fem!reader ⸝⸝ the haikyuu boys realize the assistant manager might mean a little more to them than they thought. 3.2k words.

KAGEYAMA TOBIO..

Is one of those guys who takes forever to realize that they like you. It’s not that he’s dense, but more that he just doesn’t get it at first. He spends so much time focused on volleyball that he doesn’t even question why he notices you more than everyone else. You hand him a water bottle before he asks, and he just thinks, ‘Oh, that’s convenient’. You remind him to stretch after practice, and he nods without realizing that he listens to you way more than he listens to anyone else. But it doesn’t click that it means anything. Until one day, he overhears Tanaka and Noya hyping you up, talking about how cool you are, and how maybe they should try asking you out. Earning a small smile from you and an eye roll as you shrug off the boys and tell them to get back to practice—and suddenly, he hates the idea.

That’s when it hits him. Hard. He stands there, frozen, volleyball under his arm, his mind completely blank because—oh.. he likes you. Like, likes you.

And once he realizes, it’s all over for him. Now, he notices everything. The way you push your sleeves when you’re focused, the way you tie your hair back as you pick up volleyballs and clean the court after a practice, the way you always make sure he has an extra towel after practice because he always forgets. And it bothers him. Why does it matter that you smile at him a certain way? Why does his stomach do weird flips when you say his name?

But Kageyama isn’t exactly the best when it comes to emotions, especially love. So instead of dealing with it like a normal person he just… avoids you. Well, sort of. He gets all stiff when you talk to him, and when you hand him his water bottle, he mutters, “I can get it myself.” Which just makes you blink at him, leaving you confused.

The team figures it out before you do. Hinata straight up says, “You’re acting weird around her, what’s your deal?” and Kageyama freaks out. He denies everything, turns red and storms off. But it doesn’t matter—Noya and Tanaka got the memo. They start teasing the hell out of him, wiggling their eyebrows and nudging him whenever you’re around, and he's practically dying inside.

Eventually, he just snaps. Not at them—at himself. He’s tired of overthinking, tired of being weird, and tired of that fluttery feeling in his chest every time you so much as glance at him. So one day, when it’s just the two of you after practice, he just says it,

“Go out with me.”

No lead-up. No context. You were just putting volleyballs back in the cart when he blurts it out, and you freeze, turning to stare at him. “Wait.. what?”

And Kageyama, realizing how bad that sounded, immediately scrambles to fix it. “I—I mean. If you want to, you don’t have to. I just thought—maybe. Because. You’re good at stuff, and I like that. And I like you. So.. yeah.” He looks like he wants to run away, ears red, shoulders tense. And of course—you laugh, because what else are you supposed to do?

His face twists in horror, and he groans, throwing the last volleyball into the cart. “Forget it. That was stupid.” He whispers. But you grab his wrist before he can leave, “No, no, I just— Kageyama, yes. I'd love to go out with you.” You say shyly, looking up at the back of his head. When he hears that you said yes, he freezes. Just stands there, blinking, processing what you just said before turning around to face you, a soft flush dusting his cheeks. And then—just for a second—he smiles, all shy and relieved, before clearing his throat and muttering, “Okay, good. Um, so.. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He spends the entire night lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying the moment over and over, smiling into his pillow like a little kid hoping that tomorrow comes soon.

HINATA SHOYO..

Is the type who knows he likes you immediately. There’s no confusion, no slow realization, none of that. The second he catches himself grinning because you cheered a little louder when he scored a point during practice is the moment he knows that he has feelings for you. He doesn’t try to hide it either. Subtlety? Never heard of her. He’s always bouncing over to you during breaks, showing off, asking if you saw that spike—and then turning red when you smile and say. “Of course I did.”

He’d ask Kiyoko if you’re free this weekend just so he has a reason to hover near the manager’s table and hope you’ll overhear. And when you glance up at him with a curious smile, he practically short-circuits—waving his hands and blurting something like, “N-not that I was asking you out or anything! I mean—not yet! Wait—I mean—!” before Kiyoko kindly saved him with a sigh and a “Shoyo, breathe.” and he does, face red as he walks away from the table—nearly tripping over a mop bucket in the process.

He keeps trying to wait for the perfect moment. After a win, after you compliment his serve, maybe after you laugh extra hard at one of his dumb jokes. But nothing ever feels quite right. Every time he thinks he’s finally ready he sees you holding a clipboard and squinting at the practice schedule, and suddenly his brain just goes quiet except for a loud, looping she’s so cute, she’s so cute, she’s so cute…

Eventually, he gives up on planning it and decides to go with the flow. So after a regular day of practice—while you’re helping clean up gathering stray cones—he jogs over, his heart pounding. He doesn’t even think. He just blurts it out with every ounce of courage he has:

“Go out with me!”

You freeze mid-step, turning toward him slowly. “..Wait, what?”

And now he’s panicking. “I-I mean—only if you want to! You don’t have to! I just—I really like you and I think you’re awesome and you’re always so nice and you smell really—wait no! That’s not what I meant—I mean it is what I meant, but not in a weird way! Just like—like flowers? Or like laundry? Or just—clean? I don’t know..”

You start laughing—fully laughing—and he’s just staring at you, blush covering his cheeks and ears in horror, gripping on the edge of his shirt as he winces. “..This is going so bad..” You gently place your hand on top of his. “Hinata… I’d love to.” you say softly, locking eyes with the orange-haired boy.

His eyes go wide. Like he can’t believe it. Like he just won the national championship in his heart. “Wait—seriously?!” You nod, and he lets out the most adorable, relieved noise—kind of like a breathy “Yes..!”—before immediately turning on his heel and sprinting down the gym shouting, “SHE SAID YES! SHE SAID YES!” while the others look up mid-cleanup, confused looks on their faces.

He spends the whole walk home grinning like a fool. He couldn’t wait to see you tomorrow.

TSUKISHIMA KEI..

Is the type of guy that doesn’t do crushes. He always thought that dating in general was a waste of time. The way guys would cling to their girlfriends during lunch breaks, walking them to class like lost puppies. And then a week later, those same guys would be moping around the gym, complaining about how “complicated” things got. It was all so.. embarrassing. Pathetic. He swore he’d never get caught up in something that meaningless.

But that was before you.

Because suddenly, something inside of him shifts. It’s subtle. Annoying, even. Like a slow itch under his skin that won’t go away. One moment he’s watching Hinata trip over a ball, the next he’s watching you laughing at it—really laughing—and something about the way your eyes crinkle and your voice rises just slightly makes his chest feel… off. And it keeps happening. Over and over.

And it’s annoying.

You’re annoying. The way you wave at him when you pass, even though he doesn’t wave back. The way you talk to him during water breaks, teasing him for never smiling, and he rolls his eyes—but his ears turn slightly red. The way you’re always so kind, so effortlessly charming, even when you’re just doing your own thing. It’s all so very.. distracting. And he hates it. Hates how you’ve started living rent-free in the back of his mind. How your laugh plays on a loop whenever the gym gets too quiet. How his heart does this stupid little skip every time you smile at him like you know something he doesn’t. He tells himself it doesn’t mean anything.

But the worst part?

He’s starting to wish it did.

Which is infuriating because now he’s stuck in this weird limbo where he’s trying not to care, but also noticing everything. Like how you always tie your jacket around your waist halfway through practice. Or how you hum to yourself when you’re organizing the uniforms. Or how you always offer him the last sports drink without thinking twice. And the worst part is—he thinks you know. You have to. No one’s that kind for no reason. You’re always teasing him, leaning in a little too close, tossing casual compliments like it’s no big deal. And every time he acts like it doesn’t affect him, he’ll just turn away, ears red, and suddenly his whole afternoon is ruined because now he has to think about that stupid little smile you gave him for the next two hours.

Eventually, it starts messing with his routine. He zones out during blocking drills. Forgets to do simple tasks like packing his lunch. Even forgets his headphones once, which hasn’t happened since middle school. And of course, Yamaguchi notices first, but doesn’t say anything—just watches him with this quiet smirk like he’s waiting for Tsukishima to crack. And then one day, when they’re both sitting outside, Tsukishima mumbles something so out of character, it barely sounds like him. “What do you even say to someone when they make your heart do that annoying skip thing?”

Yamaguchi nearly chokes on his water, looking at him wide-eyed. “I think that means you should tell them how you feel.” And Tsukishima immediately regrets asking.

He doesn’t do anything right away. Obviously. That’d be stupid. He tries to act normal again—goes back to ignoring you, brushing you off with dry remarks, avoiding eye contact. But it doesn’t work. It never works. Because now, everything reminds him of you. And it’s driving him insane. And the teasing from the team doesn’t help. Yamaguchi keeps nudging him every time you walk by. Tanaka and Noya catch on eventually and won’t shut up about how “Tsukki’s finally growing a heart.” But really, he’s not mad at them. He’s mad at himself because he doesn’t want this to be real—doesn’t want to be one of those guys. And yet here he is, getting butterflies over the way you said “thanks” when he handed you a water bottle.

So eventually, he decides to just get it over with. Not because he’s ready or anything but because he’s tired of feeling this way every time you so much as glance in his direction. So after practice when the gym is quiet, he walks up to you—kind of slowly, kind of like he might turn around and leave at any second—and stands next to you, awkwardly shifting his weight. You're stacking cones in the corner, earbuds in, humming under your breath. Noticing someone beside you, you pull out one earbud and greet him.

He doesn’t look at you. Just keeps staring straight ahead. “I like you,” he says, voice flat—almost monotone. But his ears are red.

You blink. “Sorry—what?”

He sighs, forces himself to meet your gaze even though his stomach is twisting. “I said I like you. Like—like you like you. And I didn’t know how to say it without sounding stupid, so… that’s it. I like you. You’re annoying and I like you.” There’s a pause. His heart is beating so loud he swears you can hear it. Then you smile—slow and sweet—and it hits him like a train. “Tsukki,” you say softly, and he almost melts on the spot. “You don’t sound stupid.”

He exhales, tension slowly leaving his shoulders. “Oh. Cool. Uh… good.” You’re still smiling at him, and it’s honestly too much. He clears his throat, looking off to the side. “So, uh. Do you wanna go out sometime? You don’t have to. Just… figured I should ask.”

Your grin grows. “Yeah. I’d love to.”

He freezes for a second, like he can’t believe it. Then nods—super stiff, super awkward. “Okay. Cool. Yeah. I’ll text you..” He turns to leave before you can see the way his lips twitch up into the tiniest smile.

YAMAGUCHI TADASHI..

Isn't the smooth type. He’s the kind of guy who fumbles his water bottle if you say hi too suddenly. The type who accidentally stares too long and then panics when you catch him. Who gets flustered when you’re nice to him and even more flustered when you tease him. He’s always been like that—soft-spoken, a little awkward, forever stuck somewhere between trying to disappear and wanting to say something. And that was fine. That was his comfort zone.

Until you.

Because now, every time you laugh or look at him a certain way or call him “Tadashi” with that soft little smile, his brain completely goes blank. It’s like his heart can’t decide whether it wants to melt or explode, and he ends up just standing there, staring like a deer in headlights before looking away and pretending to be so busy tying his shoes for the fifth time that day. He doesn’t know when it started exactly. Maybe it was the time you stayed behind after practice to help him pick up the stray volleyballs, even though no one asked you to. Or maybe it was when you cheered for him after he landed a solid float serve—hands cupped around your mouth, smile wide, voice cutting through the noise like it was meant just for him. Maybe it was all of that. Or maybe it was because you saw him. Saw that he wasn’t just someone standing next to Tsukishima. Not just “that guy who serves.” But him.

And he���s starting to think that maybe—just maybe—you’ve always noticed him. He’s noticed that you always bring an extra towel on days when practice runs long, and without fail, you offer it to him first. That you remember his favorite sports drink from the vending machine. That you laugh at his awkward jokes, even the ones that came out all muttered and crooked. You ask him how his test went, or how his elbow’s doing after he banged it against the floor during drills. You even asked him once if he liked cats or dogs better—just because you said you wanted to know what kind of animal sticker to put on his water bottle. And he didn’t know what to do with all of that. All the ways you see him. Listen to him. Remember him.

So, naturally, he does nothing. Well—nothing helpful, anyway. He smiles back in that wobbly way of his, cheeks already turning pink before he could stop them. Says something safe, something simple, then replays that conversation in his head for the next three hours, groaning into his pillow as he thinks about how he should’ve said something cooler or smarter or better. Of course, Tsukishima noticed. Especially when Yamaguchi started stuttering just because you waved at him from across the courtyard. The way his hands got all shaky, or how he smiled down at his food like it just told him a joke—yeah. Tsukishima saw all of it. And he was so over it.

One day during lunch, after you walked by and Yamaguchi nearly choked on his rice because you said, “See you at practice, Tadashi,” Tsukishima just said it. Plain as day.

“You should just tell her,” he muttered, casually pushing a piece of tempura around his chopsticks. Yamaguchi froze mid-chew. Blinking once. Twice.

“W-What!?” He sputtered, nearly dropping his lunch on the floor. “What do you mean!? What are you talking about? Who!? I—I don’t—what?!” His voice cracked halfway through that panic spiral, and his whole face flushed a deep shade of red as he gawked at Tsukishima like the boy had just committed a federal crime. Tsukishima gave him a long side-eye and popped a piece of sausage into his mouth. Yamaguchi looked away, embarrassed. “I—I can’t.. what if she doesn’t even like me back?”

Tsukishima shrugged. “Then she doesn’t. You’ll survive. Probably.”

“You’re not being helpful at all, Tsukki..”

But as time passed, it was getting harder and harder not to say anything. Because every time you smiled at him like that—or touched his arm when you were laughing too hard—or looked at him during practice like you actually believed in him—it made him want to try. Just a little. So one day after practice, he stayed behind. Told himself it was to help clean up, but really, he was waiting for you. Hoping you’d stay back like you usually did.

And you did.

You were by the benches, writing something in your notebook, the light catching on your lashes as you hummed under your breath. He stood a few feet away, trying to psych himself up, his hands clammy and his heart going absolutely feral. Taking in a deep breath, and then forcing his feet to move. “Hey,” he said, voice a little shaky.

You looked up immediately, smiling. “Hey, Tadashi. What’s up?” He swallowed. “Um… C-Can I talk to you? Just—really quick?” You blinked, curious. “Sure.” And then he just—blurted it.

“I like you.”

Your pen stopped moving. His face burned, but for once, he didn’t backpedal. Didn’t stumble over the words. Just kept going.

“I like you,” he repeated, quieter this time. “I like you because when I’m around you, I feel… different. Better. Like I don’t have to be nervous all the time, even if I still am,” he added, with a nervous little laugh. He glanced at you, then away, fidgeting with the hem of his sleeve. “I just… needed you to know. Even if it’s not mutual. Even if it messes things up. I didn’t want to keep pretending.”

For a second, everything was still. And then you stood up, slowly. You looked at him with something soft in your eyes—something that made his breath catch.“I’m really glad you told me,” you said, voice just as quiet.

“Because I like you too, Tadashi.”

His eyes widened. “Y-You do?! Wait—really?!” You laughed. “Yes. Really.” He looked like he was buffering—lips parted, blinking rapidly. “I—I thought I was imagining it. You possibly liking me back. I mean—you’re you and I’m—”

“You’re Tadashi,” you interrupted, stepping just a little closer. “And that’s exactly who I like.” He made a small noise—somewhere between a gasp and a squeak—covering his mouth with one of his hands.

“I—I can’t believe it. I feel like about to pass out,” he muttered. You laughed again, reaching out to tug his sleeve. “Don’t. I still want you to walk me home.” And despite everything—the nerves, the panic, the butterflies rioting in his stomach—he smiled.

“Okay,” he said. “Yeah. I can do that.”

a.n — guess who’s back after disappearing for so long.. me ! ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´- im sorry for suddenly going mia after just starting to post. life just got a whole lot busier, but whenever i have free time ill still try to write for all of you. i know this isn’t my usual MHA writings, but im not just a fan of one fandom ! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) anyways, i hope you still enjoyed it nonetheless! until next time, XOXO 💕

[meetballmatt]

𝗗𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗠𝗨𝗖𝗛𝗜 𝗧𝗔𝗗𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗜 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗦

◞ ★ ﹒ Yamaguchi is naturally supportive, always cheering you on in whatever you do. He’s the type to send you motivational texts before an important event or exam, reminding you that you can do it.

• He enjoys doing little things to show he cares, like bringing your favorite snacks or leaving sweet notes for you to find. His thoughtfulness shines through in his actions, making you feel cherished and appreciated.

◞ ★ ﹒ While he may be shy at first, he eventually opens up about his feelings. Once he feels comfortable, he’ll express his affection more openly, telling you how much you mean to him and making you blush with his compliments.

• Yamaguchi loves trying new things, whether it’s exploring new cafes or participating in fun activities together. He’s always up for an adventure, encouraging you to step out of your comfort zone with him.

◞ ★ ﹒ He can be a bit protective of you, especially if he sees you being treated poorly or if you’re upset. He’ll stand up for you, and while he might be nervous about confrontation, he’ll do his best to support you.

• Yamaguchi enjoys learning new things, and he would love to share that with you. Whether it’s helping you study or trying out a new hobby, he’s excited to explore together and support your interests.

◞ ★ ﹒ He’s very understanding of your feelings and will always listen to you. If you’re having a rough day, he’ll give you the space you need, but he’ll also be there to comfort you when you’re ready.

• As your relationship progresses, you’ll notice Yamaguchi’s confidence growing. With your encouragement, he learns to embrace his strengths and becomes more self-assured, both in his volleyball skills and in expressing his feelings for you.

◞ ★ ﹒ Yamaguchi is easily flustered when giving you compliments. He’ll mumble something sweet like, “You look really nice today,” but will quickly look away, his cheeks turning bright red as he fidgets with his hands.

• He loves holding your hand, but he’s incredibly shy about it. The first time he does, he might be so nervous that he accidentally grips your hand too tightly, and then he quickly apologizes, stammering about how he didn’t mean to scare you.

◞ ★ ﹒ When he finally gathers the courage to confess his feelings, it’s a complete mess. He might trip over his words and start with, “Uh, I really like you, like, a lot!” before breaking into a nervous laugh, his face beet-red, completely unsure if you’ll take him seriously.

• When you’re together in a quiet setting, he often forgets to whisper and accidentally says something loud, like “You’re so cute!” This makes him blush furiously, and he’ll try to hide his face in his hands while laughing at himself.

◞ ★ ﹒ During a movie night at home, he gets nervous and starts talking a mile a minute about the plot, trying to make it sound interesting, even though you’re already hooked. When you laugh and say you love hearing him talk, he calms down and snuggles closer, feeling grateful.

• Yamaguchi loves writing little notes for you but is too shy to give them directly. Instead, he leaves them in your locker or bag. Each note has a silly doodle along with a heartfelt message like, “You make me smile!” or “I hope you have a great day!”

◞ ★ ﹒ If you two are listening to music together, he might sing along quietly. When you catch him and compliment his voice, he turns beet red and stammers, “I wasn’t singing for you!” but he can’t hide his smile, knowing you heard him.

• One day, he opens up about his insecurities and how he feels like he doesn’t deserve you. He’s shy but sincere, and it’s a vulnerable moment. You reassure him with gentle words, reminding him how special he is to you, leaving him feeling cherished.

◞ ★ ﹒ When you cuddle on the couch, he might get nervous and freeze for a moment, unsure of what to do. After a few seconds, he relaxes and puts his arm around you, murmuring, “This is nice.” His shy smile says it all, making your heart flutter.

• On a clear night, he invites you to stargaze. As you lay together, he nervously points out constellations, trying to impress you. When you lean your head on his shoulder and say it’s perfect, he smiles, feeling a rush of warmth at how lovely this moment is.

◞ ★ ﹒ Yamaguchi decides to write you a heartfelt letter instead of saying it face-to-face. He nervously hands it to you, and when you read it, you find his genuine feelings laid bare. It’s sweet, emotional, and slightly silly, with doodles all over it.

. 🏐 〃 ⋯ TAGGING : : @0samuslove @yoghurtsan @lxdymoon0357 @achy-boo

[meetballmatt]

“One, two, three…”

“baby, when are you gonna stop.” He flushes.

All of your attention was set on him and his perfect face. The freckles littering his skin, god it made him so beautiful. You never understood how he could hate them.

“Never. You’re so handsome ‘dashi.”

His hands fly to cover his face, an attempt to cover his blushing cheeks.

“No let me look at you.” You peel his hands away and he feels so vulnerable with your doe eyes staring down at him like he’s hung up the stars in the night sky.

“Why do you like them so much.” He grumbles.

“Because it’s apart of you. And I love everything about you.”

His eyes soften at your words.

He truly thinks he doesn’t deserve you, that you’re way out of his league. However all of his thoughts melt away when you lean down and kiss him.

Tadashi thinks that when your lips meet his it’s perfection. That the both of you were molded for eachother. And when you kiss him with such tenderness and love.

He thinks there’s no one else better for you than him.

And there’s no one better for him than you.

[meetballmatt]

Fight little wolf!

[meetballmatt]

small announcement that i'm not found at this blog anymore. i've been hounded and chased for projects that i'm too overwhelmed and tired to complete and it's only serving to overwhelm me further because it weighs heavily that things are expected of me that i just can't complete, i'm trying so hard i really am.

i started a new blog for a completely clean slate, no pressure and it's been wonderful for the most part. it feels more me when i'm not overworking myself to the bone. coming into 2025, i'll be making the decisions on whether i'd think it appropriate to back down from my two current standing networks for the sake of my mental health.

i'm now found at @manacia. the seabreeze street's new blog is @theseabreezestreet and i'll be transferring posts asap as tumblr won't let me add my new blog to the current one. old pinned post.

tumblr might not be for me, it honestly might not but in the meantime, i can enjoy my experience a little more when i'm not labelling myself as a writing blog.

[meetballmatt]

a/n: a lil' something, cause i've been away for sooo long...

cw: timeskip!kuroo | mommy kink | inspired on this video (nsfw link)

tetsu''s tie hangs messy on his neck as he's hopelessly moaning for the two fingers of yours that are thrusting on him like you want to get deeper. his hips move at the same time, trying to ride your fingers as his pretty cock bounces on top of his tummy.

after a long day of work, he hasn't had the chance to make a change of clothes before he gets dragged by you on the couch and ended up making out with him on top of you; your praises made him dizzy and in no time, he's naked from the bottom and taking your fingers with no complain.

"worked so hard today, tetsu. wanna ride my fingers until you cum, baby?" you coo at him as he reaches to kiss your lips once again, moaning agianst your mouth.

"y-yes mommy...please" he whines, looking at you with those pretty puppy eyes. cutie.

he shifts around on your lap until he's finally facing you. he pecks your lips shortly before hugging from from your shoulders, hiding his face on your neck and starts riding your fingers like they were your strap. the room soon enough fills with his moans as he thrusts his hips again and again, rolling his eyes back as feels you reach his prostate.

his head falls back and he supports his weight on your thighs as his hips keeps moving, dick twitching before it finally releases ropes and ropes of cum that makes your shirt dirty, but you're not complaining as you see tetsu's cute face as he cums.

he finally comes down form his orgasm, and when he's done, he flashes you with a tired grin, making your heart melt at how cute he looks. you drag him back in your arms, showering his neck and face with kisses, making him giggle.

"shower?" you simply ask.

"mmh, yeah" he simply answers.

and yet, neither of you moves from that cuddle position for the next 30 minutes.

[meetballmatt]

thinking about...

bratty disobedient subs who absolutely love to be punished by you for being disobedient. whatever rules you have for him, he breaks them and watches with a sly grin as you get annoyed cause he knows he's in for a punishment that night. he wants you to absolutely break him and make him cry. dumb him down until he can't think or speak properly anymore, only choked out pleas and moans coming from him.

he especially loves it when you spank him. have him count the spanks and of course he would purposefully mess up right at the end to rile you up so that he could start all over again. he could easily get hard from a couple spanks to his ass and he'll shamelessly cum all over your legs and his chest with a mewl. oh and he loves edging! edge him over and over again till he cries and begs you to stop and let him cum but don't since you know he's faking it. keep edging him until you finally let him cum but dont stop there! keep making him cum till he's overstimulated and his mind has turned to mush.

gojo satoru, bakugo katsuki oikawa toru, tsukishima kei, kaminari denki, sukuna ryomen, atsumu miya, and whoever else you think fits this &lt;3

note: this is a repost btw

[meetballmatt]

pov/: im currently failing all my classes but I lock in on a sunday night to write a fanfiction about a guy that I stalk and my best friend cuz I'm bored and weird like that

[meetballmatt]

Can't get enough

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warnings: Stalking, Harassment, that's it i think.

notes: i need help get me off this app.

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Dylan Holloway didn't know what had come over him.

Personally, he blamed that stupid parenting class that they required, for some reason. When he found out that he was sharing that class with Kylee, the girl who stalked and harassed him during his freshman year, he wanted to switch immediately. He decided to push through it, telling himself he could handle the challenge. After all, he wouldn't let her dictate his choices any longer.

He decided not to let her distract him and instead focused on his class. While sitting in class, he listened to the teacher as she talked about their assignment. She was assigning robot children to the students. Once the teacher finished distributing the robot babies, Daylan realized that his name wasn't called. He also noticed that a few others were without a child.

"Some of you might have noticed that you did not get a baby. That's because I've decided you will work in pairs!"

The class let out with groans and protests, and Dylan rolled his eyes, preferring to work alone. He had no friends in this class anyway.

“I will let you choose your partners. Now, I’ll provide a list of rules on Canvas for you all to review. Go find your co-parent!”

Dylan rose from his seat and made his way to the teacher's desk.

Can I work alone on this? I don't even have a partner.

"Sorry, but no, this is required for points," she said. She scanned the classroom for a moment before finding someone. "Look, Kylee doesn't have a partner. Why don't you work with her?" He turned to look at her. Kylee locked eyes with him, staring awkwardly. He internally cringed at the thought of having to work with her.

"See? Now go ahead and focus on your parenting duties!"

Dylan wanted nothing more than to drop the class right then and there, but he knew it was too late to even consider it. He reluctantly walked away from the teacher's desk and made his way toward Kylee, taking a seat next to her. Nobody said anything as they pulled out their Chromebooks to look at the rubric online.

"So, we're supposed to swap with the baby every day. Do you want to have her first?"

"Uh, sure.." As much as Dylan did NOT want to have that baby for the day, let alone at all, he'd really rather skip the chitchat and just leave.

"Okay, okay," Kylee said as she went back to her Chromebook, typing something and snickering. He barely paid attention to that; all he could think about was how incredibly beautiful she was. Honestly, he didn’t want to admit it, but he had kind of become obsessed with her over the years. After coming back to school from summer break, he was really looking forward to seeing her and her chatty little friend following him around, teasing him, but they never showed up. It was weird, but he found himself missing that energy just a bit.

He snapped out of it as the bell rang, noticing Kylee taking off rather quickly. Could he have been staring at her as he zoned out? He thought, he sighed, and grabbed his things from his desk and took off to lunch, "Gosh, this girl is weird...

Okay, I'm done being weird (for now). This is for my glorious queen @scaryycuteness

ts highkey ass but this for gits and shiggles ;p

[meetballmatt]

Why i quit

my mommy said that i couldnt stalk him anymore :(

[meetballmatt]

My Glorious King Dumbo

Hey so this me and i have an obsession with this man and his brother because i love my glorious kings