#haikyuu writing

[ushiwaakas]

Heyyy , how’s your day?? I was wondering if you could do ushijima and reader at the gym, reader is new to exercising and doesn’t know how to use equipment so ushijima helps them

hiiiiii !!!!!!!! my day is going good, i hope yours is too!!!!

AND AHHHH THIS REQUEST IS SO CUTEEEE

my first request !!!! i’ll be doing gender neutral reader!!! thank you so much!

☘︎ you’ve known ushijima for a while now, i mean, who doesn’t? being his desk mate, especially, you see him. him doing his schoolwork, him watching volleyball clips, him in general…

☘︎ okay he is a sight HAHA

☘︎ he obviously works out, duh, come on have you seen him???????? ‘cause…YOU'VE HAVE!!!1!1

☘︎ but, anyways, ever since you two worked on a school project together, you’ve been getting closer and closer.

☘︎ as friends of course haha!!!

☘︎ today was like any other day, you come in class, he’s already sat down in his seat, getting whatever he needs ready for class he just has a pencil lmao

☘︎ “good morning !” you said, as you sat down. you gave him a tiny smile, before putting your bag down under your desk.

☘︎ “Good morning. How’s your day?” he turned to look at you,

☘︎ you tell him good, asking about his day as you took out your pencil case. other kids were coming into class. it’s your last class of the day, finally.

☘︎ “Good, thanks. I wanted to ask, my friend, Tendou, usually comes to the gym with me on Fridays, since we have no volleyball practice. But, he’s sick. Would you like to come?”

☘︎…

☘︎ AHHHHHHH

☘︎ you squeaked out a ‘yes’ and it was done. you’re going to the gym with the ushijima wakatoshi.

☘︎ it happened so fast, school ending, you racing home to put on gym clothes, and getting basic necessities. and bam! you’re standing next to him, walking inside. you didn’t know whether to thank god, or to beg him for strength at this moment.

☘︎ ushijima was in some shorts, gym shoes, and a TANK TOP AHHHHH

☘︎ he had toned muscles.

☘︎ “It’s hot out today. Let’s go inside.” he waited for you to walk next to him.

☘︎..it was a little embarrassing, following him around like a lost puppy.

☘︎ at that moment, you realized- you have no clue how to use a gym. you’ve never been to one, or working out in general.

☘︎ yep, you were asking for strength, hope, and forgiveness.

☘︎ “Which machine would you like to use first?” he said, turning to look at you.

☘︎ AH he spoke to you AHHH

☘︎ you were blanking, oh god oh god.

☘︎ “What are you looking to do? High reps at a low weight, or vice versa? Or cardio?”

☘︎ ohgodohgod.

☘︎ “…cardio…?” nice going…

☘︎ he nodded, walking over to the treadmills, cycling machines, and the stair stepper machines.

☘︎ “…would it be okay to say i’ve never stepped foot in a gym before?” just get it out he won’t judge hewon’tjudge.

☘︎ “Of course. I can explain for you, if you’d like, or help you use it.” he spoke, not a hint of annoyance on his face.

☘︎ the giddiness in your body was radiating.

☘︎ you nodded, thanking him, before he stepped onto the treadmill. you followed, going on the one next to him.

☘︎ there were a ton of buttons. you looked over to him, giving him a look that said ‘please help’.

☘︎ he quickly came to your rescue, turning to look right at you.

☘︎ “Treadmills help with cardio. Most have similar settings, and some may have controls to monitor your heart rate. Press this button here to turn it on, and I can help you set the speed. You can go at whatever pace you’d like.”

☘︎ back to thanking god.

☘︎ you smiled at him, as he leaned over to turn on the treadmill. it was at a low walking pace. he went back to his own treadmill, and he turned his on. he began to press the buttons.

☘︎ HE TURNED HIS UP TO A 12???

☘︎…he put you at a 3.

☘︎ you looked over to him. he had perfect posture, perfect form, and he looked really good.

☘︎ you slowly put yours up at a light jog, the corner of your eye looking at him.

☘︎ HE WAS ALREADY LOOKING AT YOU AHHHHHH

☘︎ “Are you okay?” he said, not even breaking a sweat.

☘︎ taken aback, you quickly nodded, smiling at him. he turned and went to look straight ahead.

☘︎ you stopped after a little while- and you were so embarrassed.

☘︎ you were hot, sweating, hands-on-hips-position, and drinking your water.

☘︎ he was not phased.

☘︎ “We can work on the kettlebells if you’re alright with that. I can help you again. Form is especially important.”

☘︎ hehehehehehehe he’s going to help with your fooooormmmmmm!!!!!

☘︎ he led you over to the kettlebells, and got out a 5 pound. he took two 25 pounds for him…

☘︎ “Let’s start easy. Form is important, so let’s start with swings. Swing the kettlebell between your legs, and make sure to tighten your midsection. Once the kettlebell reaches hip height, squeeze your glutes and extend your arms to the ceiling.”

☘︎ yeah that went in one ear and out the other… his voice was so deep.

☘︎ he saw your puzzled expression, “I can help straighten your back as you do so, guiding you through it, if that’s okay.”

☘︎ YESYES THATS OKAY.

☘︎ “of course, thank you!” you smiled.

☘︎ he came over, and handed you a 5 pound weight. he stood behind you, close.

☘︎ “Can I put my hands on your back?”

☘︎ as he got a quick answer, he did so, his left hand on your back, and the other on your shoulder, straightening your back.

☘︎ “Okay. Go ahead.”

☘︎ he led you through it, helping you with tips as he still had his hands on you. after a couple reps, you put the kettlebell down, before looking at him.

☘︎ he still had his hands on you

☘︎ “I apologize.” ushijima quietly said, as he took his hands off.

☘︎ he bit his cheek, and looked away for a moment, before looking back at you.

☘︎ “Would you like to learn how to spot someone?”

☘︎ he seemed at ease, a more happier expression, if you really looked

☘︎ this was going to be a long day, but you wouldn’t want to be with any other person besides him.

AHHHHHH OKAYOKAY i really hope this is good! i’ve never written any headcanons, drabbles, onceshots, etc before, so i hope this is good! i didn’t want this to be too long,…i might’ve overdid it a bit….sorry!!!!!

in the future, i want to get more of the character’s expressions and how they feel, compared the reader! i would love to work on that!

also i love ushijima so much i really hope i portrayed him well! he’s a little difficult to write for, but ill get the hang of it!

i hope everyone likes this, and thank you @jellysupremacy for the request! i hope you like it!!! i had a good time writing it!!!! 💗💗💗💐💐

i wrote like crazy i think i did it in an hour this was so fun

[mxomo]

helping him train ♡︎ sakusa kiyoomi

Sakusa has found a way for you to spend some quality time together whilst he trains. c/w: lots of fingering, overstim, lil spank, "darling" a/n: brainrot 2k23!! enjoy~ (´ ∀ ` *)

Many volleyball enthusiasts around the country had, after many hours of studying and analysis, concluded that Sakusa Kiyoomi’s incredible success at spiking was in large part due to his weirdly strong and flexible wrists

Like many athletes, our Omi-kun understood the importance of training, conditioning, of practice. Despite his icy demeanour and aversion to other human beings, he was very dedicated to his craft and spent many hours making sure he was in top condition for his matches

Our ISTJ King of course has developed over the years a very precise routine to keep on top of his game, having tried various stretches and exercises throughout his career

“Is there a ritual that you like to follow before an important match, sir?” “What is your preferred warm-up routine?”

He can’t help but respond with a smirk cus ha ha ha-

“Mmmf- ngh- Omi! Omi, it’s too much, i-it’s too much, it’s-!”

“We have another ten minutes,” Kiyoomi drawled, running his thumb over your lip before shoving it into your gaping mouth. “And maybe another set after. There’s a big match in a couple of days, darling.”

You couldn’t stop the whine that tumbled from your mouth, clamping your lips around the invading digit as Kiyoomi’s other hand rammed unrelentingly and rhythmically into you, as he had been doing for the last 30 minutes.

“You said you were missing my company,” he pointed out flatly, nuzzling into your neck as you wrapped yourself around him, tugging gently at the roots of his curls. “Isn’t this a great compromise?”

You were quiet as you stared into the distance for a moment, a rumble of a chuckle in your chest as you considered his offer. “You horny little shit.”

Kiyoomi perches himself up on his elbows, catching your eye with his usual deadpan expression. A minute ticks by as you stare each other down. He tilts his head, prompting you to answer his original proposal, as he neglects to respond to your accusation. his eyes seem to say ‘and?’; eventually, you break and a full laugh escapes you.

“I don’t see really how this could be considered exercise for you,” you said dryly. As he opened his mouth to explain once more why exactly fingerblasting you every other day and before a match was conducive to his career and both of your overall health, you continued. “I will consent to a trial period of said training routine. You have one week.”

Being an incredibly serious matter, Kiyoomi would start a timer for each ‘set’. 20 minutes of various crafty finger and wrist movements, high speed and power directly and expertly into your g-spot

His left hand went first for 2 reasons: being marginally his weaker and less dominant hand, starting left in his opinion ‘eases you into it better’

(You thought this was bull because you’re sent to high heaven at the same speed no matter which hand he starts with)

His second reason being if he wants to go for a third set then his left is ‘trained’ more with a built in break time

“Get over my knee, we’re doing one more,” Kiyoomi urged, shifting you over slightly as you failed to move along to his command in your exhaustion. Your mouth was dry, you were breathless, your pussy felt wet and swollen and was leaving a small puddle wherever you sat as Kiyoomi ripped orgasm after orgasm out of you.

“Mmmf,” you mumbled, unable to focus as your legs trembled and your core clenched weakly at each aftershock that rolled through you. “O-oh!”

Kiyoomi slipped two fingers back into your overworked cunny again. Starting slow, he began thrusting into you purposefully with each targeted movement of the wrist, assaulting your g-spot much too intensely after what you’d been through that evening. Your vision burst white and your senses faded as another orgasm washed through you, a gasp catching in your throat, your mind scattering as Kiyoomi pinned your thrashing hips down to keep you in place.

“Great job, darling, but hold still,” he demanded, delivering a sharp smack on your backside. “I’ll be sure to give you credit when we win,” Kiyoomi smirked, glancing momentarily at the timer. “But you have another six minutes."

masterlist

[bonniepop]

character: miya atsumu words: 1,800+ tags: the comedy that comes with killing bugs. literally that’s it. notes: i wrote this two years ago and it's still fucking funny. re-wrote it to make it fractionally funnier.

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“YO!” atsumu cries, flashing you a panicked glare from over his shoulder. “don’t push me!”

“then move faster!” you snap, pressing yourself close to your boyfriend’s back as he creeps around your apartment in search of the cursed cockroach that you’d spotted on the wall earlier that night. after locking yourself in your room, you made a panicked phone call to atsumu and he came over (after a few minutes of sighing and grumbling).

immediately, you'd pressed a slipper in his hand and nearly kicked him into your living room to deal with the problem. atsumu had grumbled about how much of a little bitch you were being, but when he saw something flash through the air, he nearly steamrolled you in his effort to run away.

you'd wanted to call him a little bitch, too, but you were too focused on the fact that the cockroach was still on the loose to quip.

“i think—AGH! ATSUMU!” you yell, jumping and shaking out your leg when you felt something brush your ankle. frantically, you look at the floor around you, and whimper when there was no bug to be found.

“WHAT?!” atsumu shrieks in a rather high pitch, nearly whacking you in the head with his slipper. "WHAT?!"

“no, sorry, i think it was the edge of the curtain,” you sniff, pushing his arm with the slipper away. "or i think it was just my hair. it was nothing." your relief fades to irritation. "also, if you so much as touch my face with this thing i will make you eat this goddamn slipper.”

atsumu's jaw goes slack. “what the fuck, you asked me to come over and help you—”

“do you know how expensive the skincare i have on my face is?!” you demand, glaring. “there’s no way in hell—”

“wh—you’re so ungrateful!” he cries, just like a little bitch would, throwing his hands up in the air. “i woke up at five a.m., had a terrible day at training, and when i finally relax at home, you ask me to come over to kill a cockroach—”

you gape. “you said you wouldn't take that against me!” 

“yeah, before i found out that you're literally just being a little bitch about a bug!” atsumu declares, wildly gesticulating. in his haste, though, he lets go of the slipper and it lands near your armchair. something dark darts up from the ground and flies across the room.

you both shriek (one of you hit a higher pitch, you can't tell who), and run back out into the hallway.

“atsumu,” you shudder, wriggling around as if trying to shake off something invisible. “oh my god, oh my god—”

he panicks, rubbing his arms in nervousness. “fuck, that thing is huge!"

you jump around in anxiety. “oh my god. oh my god, atsumu, get back in there and kill it—”

“what?! like hell i will!” he grabs his other slipper from his foot—he’d been walking around in just one slipper the whole time—and frantically pushes it towards you. “you kill it!”

“wh—” your jaw drops, whacking his hand away. “you little bitch!”

his face looks absolutely offended. “you’re just as little of a bitch as me—”

“what are the point of your muscles if you can’t kill this one bug—”

he’s so mad he flexes his biceps in your face and points at them, slipper flopping around in his fist. “these are for winning v.league championships, not killing a god damn cockroach!”

something black crawls along the wall behind him, and you try not to panic as you grab his hand and turn him around to serve as a human shield. “atsumu, oh my god, atsumu, it’s behind you, kill it, killitkillit—”

he yells and hurls his slipper at the wall, running into the living room. he greatly misses, and the thing is now crawling to your ceiling. in a frantic hurry, you run to your room on the other end of the hallway.

you slam the door and try and hear your racing heart in your ears. there’s a cockroach on the loose in your apartment, and you are trapped in your bedroom.

your boyfriend is out there, but better him than you, really.

your bedside buzzes, and you find your phone screen brightening, device still plugged into the wall.

atsumu 💘: WHAT THE FUCK atsumu 💘: WHY DID U LEAV EME you: I PANICKED I DIND TKNOW WHAT TO DO atsumu 💘: WHERE IS IT you: I DONT KNOW you: HALLWAY??

silence, then a yell, followed by quick, heavy footsteps that get louder and louder. he nearly breaks down your door as he pounds it, so you run from your bedside to let him in. he pushes himself in and locks the door behind him with a swift slam!

“YOU LEFT ME!" he recaps, looking absolutely betrayed.

"i'm sorry, i panicked!" you reasoned. "is it still out there? were you able to get back your shoes?”

“yes, it's still fucking out there,” he snaps, clambering to your dresser. “pack a bag. you’re coming with me.”

“what?" you ask, watching him in confusion, "where?”

“you're moving out,” he says with finality, yanking a backpack from the back of your closet and yanking your sock drawer open. “you're moving out, you're gonna live with me from now on, we're gonna put this place back on the market—"

your jaw drops. “atsumu, it’s one cockroach!”

“if it’s just one cockroach, then you go kill it!” he cries, pointing at you, and that shuts you up.

this is pathetic. you’re thousands of times bigger than that bug and you’re practically let it take over the apartment you pay rent for.

“oh my god, baby, i just remembered,” you say, and he looks back at you. “i have bug spray in the cabinet under the bathroom.”

the blond freezes, your open bag in his hands, stuffed with a dozen pairs of socks. after a beat, he throws it to the floor. “are you serious?! you made me face that thing unarmed when you had bug spray this whole time?!”

“i don’t have time to argue with you,” you snap, opening the door and taking a tentative peek into the hallway. “come on, let’s go get rid of it.”

“i’m gonna—” he grunts. he takes a calming breath before bending over to pick up the bag, and re-stuffing your socks back into your drawer. “fine. fine. let’s go kill the damn thing.”

—

some time later, you finally, finally, manage to kill the cockroach, thanks to around half a can of bug spray haphazardly sprayed that it stunk up the whole room (you) and a lot of screaming (atsumu). the screaming probably didn’t help, but it happened.

atsumu puts on the mask you handed him before he steps into the living room. “i found my slipper. it was next to the door.”

“your other one’s here,” you say from behind your own mask, pointing to the armchair. you open your windows and curtains, airing out the room. “where’d you throw the roach?”

“your kitchen trash bin,” he answers, shaking out his damp hands. “also, i kinda used a lot of soap to wash up, so your sink is bubbly.”

“it’s fine,” you say with an exhausted sigh. that whole exchange tired you out. “i’ll wash it down.”

“okay.” he sniffs. “do you need anything else?”

“i’m good,” you answer, dusting your hands when you tie off the last curtain. you fan your hands in the air in wide, weeping motions. “god, bug spray stinks.”

“you sure you don't wanna spend the night at my place?" he says, fanning the air, too. “it’ll at least smell better.”

“are you sure you’re not inviting me over just so i can clean something up?” wouldn’t be the first time.

"first of all, okay? you made me come here. you owe me. second of all, i take offense to you suggesting that i could be that big of an asshole.” when he sees the blank look on your face, he backtracks. “no, i swear it’s clean. and it smells better than this. samu left for the weekend, too, so it’ll just be you and me.”

“where’d he go?”

“some restaurant owner seminar.”

time to ask the important questions. “did he leave any food?”

“it's samu, so yes. but we can pass by a drive through, in case there isn’t any.” he pads over and wraps a gentle hand around your wrist. “come on, please?”

you let him gently pull you into a loose embrace and say nothing.

“besides, this place’ll smell better when you come back in the morning,” he continues to barter.

you purse your lips.

“you didn’t even thank me for coming to your rescue,” he pouts.

you roll your eyes. "okay, now you're—” you stop mid-sentence when you see something crawl at the corner of your eye. “oh my god. oh my god, atsumu, don’t move.”

“what?” atsumu says, alarmed, his torso stiffening against yours. “what? what is it? what happened?”

you turn your head and find that another cockroach crawling into your living room through the gap in the window.

five minutes later finds you in the passenger seat of atsumu’s car, with nothing but your keys, your phone, and a can of bug spray, as he drives you to his apartment with one slipper on.

(he forgot the other one.)

[obsessedace-jazz]

actually obsessing over bokuto's big ol titties and his thighs.

makes me wanna eat him out

-🏃‍♂️

I love your thought process, 🏃‍♂️.

Imagine:

Bokuto sat on your face as you ate him out, his fingers in your hair as he moans your name. He whimpers for more, his voice hoarse with need. You kept mercilessly hitting his prostate with your tongue and held down those thighs with your big hands so he couldn’t move. You felt his legs tremble under your touch as he was so close to cumming, his body wracked with pleasure. His whines got louder and louder, desperately chasing after his orgasm.

[sunshowerwriting]

Captain’s Favorite Nerd

(Haikyuu) Kuroo Tetsuro x Male Reader

325 words

You keep to yourself, but somehow you’ve managed to win Kuroo over with your quiet tendencies and nerdy personality, what would he be like as your boyfriend.

sorry this is short :(

requested by @certifiedloverboy4evr

Kuroo likes dragging you out of your comfort zone. He will force you to do things with him or just make you come to the thing he’s doing to get you to do things with him. He normally doesn’t care if you keep to yourself when you are at the things he’s dragged you too, he's just happy to see you out of your own little habitat and socializing, kinda. 

You’re both nerds. Kuroo is just a nerd in a different way than you are. That doesn’t mean you can't convince him to play a few rounds of your favorite game with you. He's never any good though. You’d think being Kenma’s friend for so long that he’d get at least decent at a few games but he's really hopeless. 

Kuroo did introduce you to Kenma. And you hit it off quite well, but no one but the two of you could tell. You and Kenma are the type of friends that just sit silently together and do your own thing, and there is nothing wrong with that, but to the outside eye it can seem like you two don’t like each other that much. 

You had always felt comfortable around Kuroo. More so than you do with most people, and he is thankful to see you so comfortable around him. He likes that you trust him enough to open up around him. He also does realize that being quiet and keeping to yourself is just how you are though, so he doesn’t ever try to push you TOO hard to open up or do something too far out of your comfort zone. 

He will call you a nerd as a term of endearment. Any chance he gets he's calling you a nerd, it's his favorite pet name for you and you simply have to accept your fate. He will talk to his friends about how you're HIS nerd, so that's gotta count for something.

[godlyaffection]

tsukishima calling you baby

he’s not one to use petnames of any kind often, at least not petnames that are sweet. he will insult you and call you things like loser or idiot, in the nicest way he can muster of course. but when he uses sweet nicknames it’s for one of two reasons, he’s feeling bad or you are.

if you’ve had a bad day, he’ll tone back his sarcasm a bit, offering to do sweet things for you and start calling you sweet names. he normally sticks with baby, occasionally you’ll get something else but it’s mostly just baby.

he does it especially often when he is having a bad day. he’ll slip it into conversations subtly at first. saying something like “are you going to walk home with me baby?” you know now that it always means he’s having a bad day when he says things like that. however when the two of you are alone on days like that he gets especially sweet.

tsukishima will wrap his arms around you and hold you close, and every time you shift in his arms, even if you aren’t actually going anywhere, he’ll say “please baby, stay with me” tsukishima isn't one to be vulnerable often, so it has to be a really bad day for him to act that way, but when he does, he's much too sweet to deny him of anything.

he calls you baby as an insult sometimes too. when he's not having a bad day sometimes he will call you a baby, his tone is always so different to when he calls you baby seriously. he does it when you whine to him about anything. it's his lovely way of taking a nickname you love and using it to insult you. you don't mind too much, it's one of the things that makes him the way he is.

[haikyuu-philia]

How They React to You Fainting in Front of Them

Headcanons for the Karasuno Boys (Hinata Shouyou, Kageyama Tobio, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Tsukishima Kei, Ennoshita Chikara, Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Nishinoya Yuu, Azumane Asahi, Sugawara Koushi, Sawamura Daichi)

A/N: Well, a bit of comfort for my fellow low blood pressure fans and those who have fainted before, like me. Keep your heads up! Always make sure to call an ambulance or go to a doctor if you are unconscious for longer than a few seconds or aren't prone to feeling dizzy, there might be underlying issues.

Trigger Warning: Fainting (who would have thought), implications of nausea, dizziness and fatigue - Lots of fluff tho!!

hinata shouyou

Exams were coming up and with a boyfriend like Hinata there was no way around tutoring him yourself, no matter how bad your own grades were. There was no way that his could get worse. Equipped with lots of snacks that his mom had prepared in advance, the two of you were hosting a small study session. In between Natsu insisted on playing with you in their little backyard - One thing thing led to another and soon enough you were down in the burning heat of summer.

Natsu screamed. And Hinata jolted towards you before he sat down on his knees right next to you. His head hovering above yours he starred at your motionless face with big eyes. In a hurry his eyes shot from one spot to the other, from the door to the spot Natsu had been standing at a couple of seconds ago but was nowhere to be seen now and back to you.

While he was tempted to shake your shoulders, he rather resorted to stammering one word after the other. “(Y/N), wake uuuuuuuupp, pleeeeeeease.” He was basically begging when his mom came running into the backyard after Natsu had alerted her. Next thing he knew you were looking back at him again with confusion gracing your eyes.

The rest of the day was spent in the living room where Hinata bounced around whenever you implied that you might need anything. At the same time his mom kept an eye on you and made sure that you were drinking enough even though the color had returned to your face soon after waking up. Hinata was rather happy that he had a reason to stop studying that day - Despite that reason being that he had boyfriend duties to fulfill.

He walked you home that evening, all while jumping around you with as much energy as ever. Whatever came to his mind, he pointed it out to you. Actually, he simply didn't want you to stop talking or smiling or reacting in any way. The forced silence during your unconsciousness had scared him quite a bit. Who was supposed to laugh about his jokes, if it wasn't for you? 

A slight scolding from his mom later, he started to keep an eye on the little things he noticed - And began to overreact just a bit if he considered it an issue. Cold hands? He would loudly ask everyone in the room for gloves. Sweating? He would zoom to the closest vending machine. Of course, he was bragging to Kageyama about how awesome he was as a boyfriend.

kageyama tobio

If Kageyama could be described with one word, then it would be ‘stubborn’. But also dedicated. So, he happened to be jogging his rounds through the local park one Saturday morning. And every once in a while he would pass by you sitting on a nearby bench as you waved at him in tiny. During the next round he arrived in sight just in time to see your upper body hunch over towards your knees. He ran.

“This is absolutely not funny, (Y/N). Start chuckling. Like, right now. Hello?” At first he stood next to the bench with you in quite a weird looking position, but he realized that this wasn't a joke right after. He felt your pulse before doing anything else and not daring to move you he was about to dial the emergency number.

His eyes kept scanning the surroundings for people that might be of more help than he currently was, because he knew that he wasn't exactly doing anything beneficial here. Actually, he was so lost in thought that he nearly yelped when you suddenly sat up again like nothing had happened. You were pale as hell but very much alive.

He was even more awkward during the comfort stage as he couldn’t grasp what type of comfort you might need. Was he supposed to go and fetch a bottle of water? Did you need cuddles or was touching you a bad idea? What was he supposed to do if you were to faint again? He was trying. He really was. 10/10 for effort, 0/10 for execution.

On your way back home he had his hand on your back in an attempt to provide you with stability. That seemed pretty smart and reasonable to him. He also stared at you for way too long at a time. Not that it was weird, just an additional extra seconds that were a little hard to ignore. 

He might or might not have called his sister that evening. And he might or might not have sneaked a little teddy bear plushie a couple of days later. Sometimes he didn't know how to comfort you or what to do when you felt bad, so he wanted you to have this tiny fellow by your side. It ended up being specifically helpful during the long distance episodes during his professional career.

yamaguchi tadashi

The whole team was in euphoria. Absolute ecstasy. A win they had considered impossible only a couple of weeks ago had just come true. Hitoka and you were zooming through the hallways to meet the boys at the door. A little flustered Yamaguchi immediately embraced your smiling figure, nearly sweeping you off your feet in the process. But then your giggles subsided and your limbs went numb - Your head bumped against the side of his, arms slipping off his shoulders.

The increased weight he was holding dragged him to the floor while he was still supporting your upper body from the hug that had turned serious in a matter of seconds. With you in his arms he crouched down, careful to not bump your legs or your head that he had zero control over into something. His eyes were wide, the hot sweat covering his body had turned into a cold shiver. Something was very, very wrong.

Panicking. Absolutely panicking. He couldn't even think of calling out to his teammates who were literally surrounding him but had yet to notice what was happening in the middle of their little celebration dance in the hallway. All he did was to say your name over and over again, touching your cheek with shaking fingers 

When your eyes flew open a couple of seconds later, he nearly fainted himself as his lungs were finally filling with air again. By then, those standing closest to the two of you had noticed your condition - And from there it spread like wildfire among the team. But Yamaguchi only had eyes for you and he didn't even notice how close he was holding you as opposed to his usually shy nature when it came to PDA of all sorts.

“Gosh, you nearly made me have a heart attack, honey, oh wow, that was scary. Are you feeling better?” Lots of interjections as he was trying hard to voice his thoughts. Someone had brought a bottle of water in the meantime and you were slowly sitting up again. Propped up against his side he trailed his head up and down your thigh to show you that he was there.

He brought up the idea of a code word. Say the word and he will have his hands wrapped around you immediately to make sure that you don't get hurt when you aren't feeling well. That one time you accidentally used it in a normal conversation was the scariest he’s ever been through, except for you actually fainting in his embrace.

tsukishima kei

Granted, lots of people and loud one at that surrounding him at once wasn't exactly what he enjoyed the most in this earthly life of his, but one more person wouldn't hurt - Especially if that person was you, that had official permission to join today because you had offered to help out since Kiyoko had called in sick. He was completely focused, you were busy and that only changed when the thud of a person hitting the floor echoed through the room. And he didn't have to turn around to feel the sinking feeling in his stomach.

He cursed at himself when he realized that he had paid zero attention to what you had been doing ever since you had gotten to work with Yachi. Now you were laying on the ground, slightly sweaty hair sticking to your face. Your face that was so sickly pale. Of course, he was by your side in what was a matter of seconds. You were breathing, that was good. A wave of relief washed over him because his worst nightmare wasn't coming true right now.

His eyes on you, he took notice of Takeda sending Ennoshita and Narita to see if the school nurse was still in her office and of Daichi gathering all the other boys in a different corner. Then your eyes opened again and he was there, just there for you. After crouching down to tell you what had happened, he got up to lift your legs by holding them at your ankles.

Actually, he had chosen to do so because that was the first step he had learnt in his first aid workshop - But he figured that it was quite easy to restrain you from getting up too early when he was the one in charge of your legs. 

The more he scanned your face, the more obvious the signs of remaining fatigue were to him. The shadows underneath your eyes, your faint smile, the way your hands were shaking ever so slightly as you wiped a streak of hair out of your field of vision. Every time he looked away to take a breath, he ended up looking at you only a split second later. Leaving you out of sight and having you faint once was more than enough for a single day.

In the days after your fainting incident he was battling the anxiety for days. Not that he would openly tell you, but he seemed to be handing you drinks more often than ever before or eyed you out of the corner of his eye when you yawned or rubbed your eyes. He tried to be subtle about it, yet it didn't take long for people to catch on. Yamaguchi might have made a comment about it.

ennoshita chikara

Why all teachers had devoted themselves to scheduling every single exam and project deadline for a time frame of about 10 days was something neither him nor you would ever understand. Especially with volleyball practice coming up twice a day, he found himself struggling quite a bit with time management because he had to cover practice, school and you as well as his family. The group project with him and you in the same group seemed to be a blessing in disguise.

After lunch break it was your group’s turn to present your results, all group members lining up in front of the class with him standing right next to you. In the middle of the presentation his heart skipped a beat as he saw you swaying slightly in the corner of his eye. He thought how odd it was for you to suddenly start moving like that. Then you slurred your words, again in the middle of the sentence, which finally triggered him to directly look at you.

He was just in time to see how you completely lost your balance, knees giving in to your way, notes dropping to the floor. The paper in his hands followed suit as soon as he let to go of it to catch you in his arms. With little to no space in the area between the teacher’s desk, the board and the other group members he chose the easy of just picking you up himself: One arm was supporting your back, the other had your knees resting on it and your head was safely leaned against his chest. Nothing could hurt you like this, was what he was thinking.

“I’m gonna take (Y/N), ehm, I mean (Y/L/N), to the infirmary,” he explained while he was already on the way to the door. “It would be great if someone could help me with the door as my hands are rather full. Oh yes, the notes for our parts can be found to your feet, thank you.” - Someone pushed the door open for him and his attention was off the classroom again as he was moving very slowly to make sure that not a single part of your body would collide with the doorframe.

Once the door was closed, he wanted to start running. He wanted to dash to the nurse, with you still in his arms, to get you the medical attention you needed as soon as possible. Trying to shift your weight a little bit, he noticed how easily your head was bumping from one side to the other in your unconscious state and he found himself flinched at the thought of making you even more uncomfortable.

You came to about halfway to the nurses office, he was taking long steps to avoid any unnecessary waves of movements jolting your body. It needed you calling his name for him to look down at you, yet he managed to crack a weak smile: “Welcome back, seems like you fell for me all over again, huh?”. Later at the infirmary, he had to sit down and rest his head in his hands as a silent meltdown. Also, he was already dreading your joined retour to the classroom considering his embarrassing behavior earlier.

tanaka ryuunosuke

Being as energetic as ever he was jumping from left to right and back to the left in front of you while imitating Daichi as you were filling the time in between your last class and the start of his afternoon practice behind the gym hall. It wasn't until he heard Sugawara yell his name from the door of said hall that you noticed how much time had passed. You got up to hand him his back that you hadn't been watching during his little performance, but he had to watch your knees give in only a few moments later.

He stared. For him, you dropped in what must have been slow motion and his body simply wasn't quick enough to catch on in the same speed as his mind was begging his legs to. When your body collided with the ground, even bounced back a little bit, only to hit the hard surface once more. His eyes wide open and the whole scenario reflecting in them, he nearly tripped when his legs finally started sprinting towards your motionless figure.

Coming to a stop on his own knees, he inspecting your face before trying to shake you awake by placing a hand on your shoulder. Frankly, he didn't know what to do. If only Chikara or Suga were here. To stop his frightened thoughts from further feeding his anxiety, he says every nickname he can think of, repeating your name over and over again in between.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I wasn't paying better attention to you,” he mumbled as if it were a charm that would undo the incident. Being alone with you didn't help the situation either because he was determined to not leave you behind even though it would only be for two minutes with his team mates being this close. He switched to stroking your cheek with the back of his fingers, clenching his other hand to a fist.

Sugawara’s scolding had never sounded so heavenly like in this moment when Tanaka heard him round the corner to finally fetch the second year. It only needed Tanaka’s pleading eyes that were filled with fear for Sugawara to rush back to the gym hall, leaving behind the promise that he would get the adults. 

Waking up to him nearly slapping himself to stay calm and multiple people running around the corner, calling his name and yours, was the first thing that manifested as a conscious memory for you. Ever-so-passionate Tanaka didn't even consider attending practice that day, instead he insisted on you getting that checked out at the hospital. In the waiting room he was resting his forehead on your shoulder as his head grew heavy from relief.

nishinoya yuu

Even in the early morning hours it had been obvious that today would be hot. Burning hot. But that didn't stop him from running from one classroom to the other during lunch break to gather all his friends in the same spot - aka. the very popular benches underneath the huge tree in the yard. Shadow guaranteed. When it finally was time to eat, he sprinted towards the arranged spot to find you hunched over on the bench and tipping over when he blinked.

He zoomed across the yard. And he forced his own body in between the space that was left between the ground and your body. With him body slamming to the concrete and you landing partly on top of him, the attention of everyone else around you was gained. He needed to blink again to realize what his body had just automatically done.

“Hey, are you okay?” No response. Saying your name didn't do anything either. One limb at a time he freed himself from his position. While doing so he noticed how lifeless your body felt, you weren't resisting, no chuckle or laughter, absolutely nothing. If this was a joke, it had to be a really bad one. But he also knew that you would never purposefully scare him and toy with his feelings like that.

Students were whispering all around the two of you, yet he could only focus on your seemingly sleeping figure. His legs were tingling as his body wanted to jump up again to get the nurse or a teacher himself until the other second years showed up by stepping out of the crowd. You woke up to only Tanaka being missing who was sent to alert the nurse and the others shielding you from the curious glances.

Once you were awake again, Nishinoya fully committed himself to staring at you. There was no way he would miss a single sign of dizziness or nausea washing over you. He even used his own hands to keep your face out of the sun. When the nurse came he diligently listened to everything she said, even going as far as making actual notes while she was checking on you. 

The two of you ended up spending lunch break at the infirmary - You in bed and him trying to feed you because “You have to regain your strength! By eating! That’s what the nurse said!”. As if he hadn't been the affection type of boyfriend already, he made sure to hug you even more from now on. He dubbed it ‘Energy Transmission’.

azumane asahi

Following his morning practice you had picked him up like every day to chat a little bit while walking to your classes. He was always matching your pace despite tending to make bigger steps than you because of his height, eyeing to his left where you were walking from time to time. It had become a calming part of your morning routines.

Only a couple of steps away from the gym hall, he turned towards you when he heard your bag drop to the ground and the rest was his instincts kicking in: Letting go of his own bag, he reached for you waist as you were falling towards the ground like the strings of a marionette had been cut. He prayed that he would be fast enough, internally yelling at himself to move even faster and faster and faster.

Somehow managed to catch your upper body before carefully placing you on the ground with shaking fingers. His mind was overflowing with potential diagnoses as he tried to remember what they had learnt in their first aid course that had been part of their biology class earlier this year. Kneeling on the dirty pathway himself, he held you up with one arm, keeping you close to himself to better observe you and grab the bag that was closest to you to place your head on it.

A couple of seconds later, the second years bursted through the door of the gym hall and he knew that all five of them would be hurdled together. His mouth was faster than his brain this way: “NISHINOYA, I NEED YOU TO GET THE NURSE,” he yelled loud enough for them to hear. Nishinoya didn't think twice and just started running.

As you were laying on the ground in front of him, head on the bag and body resting on your right side to keep your air passages free, he removed single strands of air from your face with shaking fingers. He didn't dare to touch, let alone move you, even more. The damage he might do to you was branded too risky by his fear.

You started blinking at him again before Nishinoya or the nurse were back, so you couldn't have been out for long. For him it had been an eternity. During your exam at the nurse’s office he was waiting outside the door the whole time - Daichi and Sugawara being with him to pat his shoulders and back in the meantime. He could only muster up enough courage to whisper in the middle of a comfort hug: “You really scared me there, you looked so fragile I thought you would crack under my touch.”

sugawara koushi

During lunch break he usually came to your classroom to chat with you about each other’s days, especially if you hadn't been able to see each other a lot thanks to classes and practice. So, he found himself casually chatting about the latest catastrophes that mostly involved the chaos that was called the first year quad, when he noticed that you weren't responding much anymore.

His eyes widened the moment he realized you were breathing unsteadily as if you were trying to hold onto the last remaining pieces of your consciousness. Immediately, he reached for your hand as he was sitting right next to you, trying to get your attention.

Next thing he knew was your body basically falling against his in a last attempt to find shelter before you had passed out completely. A second earlier his eyes had been searching for a water bottle, now they were set on finding the most reliable student around. To say he was alerted would have been an understatement with his following action basically consisted of ordering said students around: “Go and fetch a teacher! We need help over here!”

He tried to stay as still as possible to provide your body with the stability it had been craving so badly, caressing the back of your hand he was still holding with his thumb as if he was drawing little circles on it. The only thing keeping him sane was the fact that he could feel you breathing against his neck. He kept looking around to reassure everyone else that he quite literally got your back.

Once you were conscious again, he supervised you as you got all the rest you needed and had been told to get by the nurse. But as soon as you had recovered enough - and he was convinced that you were able to bear it - he wrapped you in a hug, tears reflecting in his eyes, voice breaking with every second word: “I didn't know what to do when you were laying in my arms without moving at all, love. I’m sorry you had to experience this.”

He really couldn't stand the thought of you feeling sick and him not being able to do anything about it. That’s why he turned into the pro of prevention - Snacks in his back, making sure that your lunch break sessions take place at the cafeteria or with a lunch box, the personification of “Hydrate or DIE-drate”. He is just a worried baby.

sawamura daichi

He caught on that something was wrong before you had any chance of saying it yourself as he felt his chest tighten after he had noticed that you were turning pale. Call it the Captain or the Boyfriend Instinct, but he had his full attention on you.

When your eyes lost focus on top of that, he tried calling out your name only for his words to get stuck in his throat and to be replaced with a huff that he let out while he zoomed forward to hold you.

As soon as his hands were tightly, but not painfully, wrapped around your upper arms, your body went limp. Knowing that he couldn't hold you up standing after seeing your head fall back as well, he took the fall with you to cushion your body himself and gain control over the impact on the floor. He never let go of you the entire time.

On the outside, he was completely in charge of his emotions and the situation. Most importantly, he ordered some nearby students, who had gotten quite a scare out of you suddenly going down, to get the school nurse. Simultaneously he made sure that you could breathe, all the while slowly rubbing his hand up and down your back to ensure that you could feel that he was there.

Soon enough you started squirming in his hold and once he looked down again his glance met your tired eyes. He let out a long breath that he had been holding ever since jumping into action. Seeing you conscious again calmed his racing heart to which he carefully placed his hand on your cheek.

“Hey there, don't worry about a thing, the nurse is on her way. We’ll just stay like this until she is here, okay?” He explained in a gently voice with so much warmth in his eyes that only turned away to check the hallway for the nurse. “I won't leave you at any point, all you need to do is breathe and tell me if you feel dizzy again, alright, my dear?”

In the days after, he made it a habit of his to always hold your hand when you were around. His mind kept replaying the worst case of you falling to the ground without anyone there to cushion your fall, so feeling your touch helped him fight off the anxiety of it happening again. 

Posted: 8 May 2022 | Requests: Open (head canons, drabbles, scenarios for all characters!) | Match-ups: Closed

[laceymorganwrites]

Calling you mommy for the first time - hcs

Haikyuu edition

Tendou:

when you´re baking together

you two have an off day and baking is one of your favorite past time activities

it´s just nice to spend time together, talking, cuddling, dancing around the kitchen and singing together and in the end you even get something delicious out of it

Satori is so in love with you, it´s not even funny anymore, he´d do anything for you

you´re the first person he really feels safe with completely, who makes him feel so special and beautiful at all times

´it´s looking good, mommy´ he smiles at you, brightly

´it´s cause I put all of my love for you in it´

Kuroo:

when you get him snacks while studying

Kuroo is someone who is very inexperienced in relationships which isn´t something bad at all

in fact you think it´s really cute

you love pampering him and going along with his pace, feeling happy at every little milestone you reach

that being said he is very busy because studying and his grades are always the most important to him

you support him as best as you can, always making sure he sleeps enough, takes enough breaks and like now, bring him water and snacks to make sure he eats and drinks enough

´you´re a lifesaver, mommy´

he´s so relieved every time you force him to take breaks, just to be able to spend more time with you

he never was shy about his preferences, he loves being babied like this because it takes the pressure off (he´s anything but a manchild tho)

Bokuto:

after a game

he always is extra excited when it comes to you

and he loves nothing more than knowing you´re there at every game of his, supporting him no matter what

you´re his only good luck charm that works every damn time

you always tell him where you´re gonna sit so that he knows where to look when he´s making an important move

he actually gets nervous and anxious when he can´t spot you right away

loves nothing more when you´re wearing a jersey of his

you two are definitely one of the more private couples which you wouldn´t expect with him

like yes, he brags about you every chance he gets but the intimacy stays completely private, he also doesn´t like kissing you in public because of the paparazzi

after the game you always steal away to a secluded area where you can either congratulate him or cheer him up

´are you proud of me, mommy?´

Daishou:

when he can´t fall asleep at night

it´s a known fact that Suguru is the sub in the relationship in every way

he just depends on you too much

but it´s not in a toxic way, it´s just the first time he feels safe enough to open up, safe enough to get taken care of like he always wanted

you´re the first person to ever take his issues seriously and you´re so good at helping him become a better version of himself

he´s not that good at romantic actions, but he tells you every day how much you mean to him and how grateful he is to you

you´re the kind of couple that mostly stays in for dates, just a nice dinner and a movie with the weekly sleepover

you know he´s having nightmares and sleep to him is something very precious but also scary to him

that´s why you´re always staying with him until he finally falls asleep

sometimes he´s cuddly at night but mostly he needs space when he sleeps because he moves around a lot and is a light sleeper

you always talk to him and cuddle him when he can´t fall asleep and he really appreciates it

´I´m tired, mommy´

[justmywriting1313]

His favourite places to kiss... (Tsukishima x Reader)

Pretty self explanatory and definitely self indulgent... 

Warnings: I dont think there are any... sweet pet names and one which is sorta spicy so please 18+ (I am not responsible beyond warning you guys what you should and shouldn’t read... You know if you’re in the wrong 👀)

btw time skip so older and more emotionally mature Tsukii

Flushed cheeks and lidded eyes in hidden corners of the campus when he feels too soft to not press kisses to your inner wrist, where your vein is visible/pulse point is.

As much as Tsukishima hates to admit it you are just as good at flustering him as he is at flustering you. You know exactly how to use your short stature to your advantage and leave him a soft endeared mess, when you rock back and forth on the balls of your feet. Teasing eyes and flushed cheeks making you a little too pretty for his liking as you keep glancing between his eyes and lips. Tsukishima who had you pressed up against the wall, leaning over your smaller stature, tried his very best not to melt but failed when he let his forehead thump against your shoulder. You chuckled into his ear as one hand came up to caress his hair before settling on cupping his cheek, even as he pulled away. In that moment he felt too soft not to nuzzle his face into your soft palm, holding your wrist there. He lightly trialed his lips over the pulsing point before pressing them more firmly into the vein that he could see. Once more and then a third time as he kissed the fragile skin over and over again.

When he turned back to face you, your eyes were wide as you watched this usually salty 6′3 man bend down and melt while kissing you like you were the most delicate thing there was. His cheeks red and eyes lidded as he smiled at you small yet lovely. Immediately you were pulling your hand away and, burying your head into his chest, arms trying to decide wether to pull him closer to hide in his chest or push him away and look somewhere else. The former winning. 

“Tsukiiii” You whined and he couldn't help but snicker as he tucked you into his form, chin resting on your head as he let you hide this once (though usually he would pull your arms away wanting to see you squirm from something so simple.) Every soft curve of yours pressed into the harder planes of his body making him feel strong and stable. He liked knowing that he was your safe harbor.

“Y/NNNN” He mimicked which only caused you more annoyance. And even though he could hear your continued grumbling he could only laugh some more as he pulled away and whispered a small ‘cute’  before intertwining your fingers and making your way back to your friends.  

Sick days where you wouldn't let him near you so he would sneak into your bed before pressing his lips repeatedly against your temples, feeling helpless yet wanting to protect you from something so simple.

Tsukii chanced a peak through the crack in the door. You were flat on your back with a cold press on your forehead and a frown on your face. He quickly stepped back when he saw you trying to peer back at him but he doubted you saw anything without your glasses. He was currently waiting for the opportune moment.

You had been sick for the past week and had vehemently refused to let Tsukii step close to you in fear he would get sick too. Tsukii hated it. He hated how considerate you were and he hated how much more attractive it made you even snotty and teary eyed. He was also sick of your cold. He knew he was grumpy and emotionally constipated but he missed you and he wanted to to be able to take care of you and you not letting him be there for you made him feel like a bad boyfriend. He felt helpless from being unable to protect you from something so simple and he missed your touch. So here he was waiting outside your dorm door, having bribed your roommate with a pre written essay and study plan to not tell you and let him stay in your dorm for a week. He waited for the moment where your eyes got hazy and became lidded with sleep. It was Tsukii’s favourite version of you cause you got all whiny and cute. Its only then that you would let him baby you (in his own Tsukii-ish mean way which involved flicking your forehead and laughing at you). He watched the minute your face relaxed before he strode into the room. He regarded you in endeared amusement as you immediately frowned. He stopped near the bed hearing your slurred protests and whining them back to you, 

“Tsukiii ya shouldn’t be here ya know?? I’m sick and y’ll also get sick” 

“Y/Nnnnn and sick really? I wouldn’t know. You look like you’re in tip top shape really… should I spike a volleyball to you…” 

He watched your eyes become teary and cheeks redder before you start sniffling. Crossing your arms and pushing yourself further into the bed.

“Don’t be mean you bean pole of a human *sniff, sniff*... when yer sick I’m so nice to ya and this is what I get… Next time ‘m not gonna pet your hair” 

“Well if you let me get close to you I would be nic–... Ahh Okay okay don’t cry you big baby” 

He slid under the covers next to you making himself comfy. He lay on his side, letting one arm slide under your head and around your shoulders. The other went over your stomach to rest against your waist and hip. His lean arms were heavy and warm like a weighted blanket and he sighed in relief when you pressed yourself further against his body. It was in small moments like these where you let yourself be vulnerable that Tsukii couldn’t help but firmly and protectively press a kiss against your temples. He would do it again and again, even as you fell asleep and even as you woke up. He would occasionally press his own forehead against your temple. And in between these firm and worried kisses and moments of skinship he would whisper words he would otherwise deny ever having said,

“I love you... you in all your rash, reckless, delicate and easily hurt glory... You’re a moron, even more than the human tangerine... but you’re my moron okay? And I don’t like my moron like this so get better... you big dumb-dumb” 

And thats where he would spend the rest of his night. Holding you, keeping your warm, tangling his long legs between yours and by your request even wear a mask, though that doesn’t stop the worried kisses... yeah the opportune moment. 

Dimly lit bedrooms after exhausting days where the only thing on either of your minds was just being there with the other. The skin-ship had Tsukii preening and he couldn’t help but hold your hand to his mouth, pressing firm kisses against each finger tip which would dissolve into something more. 

It had been a demanding day though that was putting it lightly. Tsukishima was fairly certain he no longer had thighs since he could no longer feel them, Training having put them through the ringer. His back hurt from the uncomfortable chairs at the library that he personally offered to replace. Hi hand he was certain might fall off after finishing his ten page essay and finally he wished he didn’t have a head if it meant the throbbing headache of his would go away… He didn’t think there was a saving grace until he got home and there you were. You in all your comfy glory, framed by soft edges and the dim lighting of the bedroom as you read a book and had a glass of wine by your side. Your skin was dewy form you nighttime creams and your hair way in a pony tail with all the shorter pieces falling out. You were picture perfect and Tsukii had never been happier about having showered before coming home. He schlucked his clothes of as fast as he could and never even giving you a chance to ask or say hello he dropped himself onto your figure. You let out a loud ‘oof’ but spread your thighs a little more nonetheless to accommodate his hips that settled against yours. 

“Tough day huh Tsukii?”

All you received were grumbled groans from where he buried his head into your chest. Your own hand coming to stroke his hair and when he propped his chin up, his cheek bones. You smiled when you finally got a peak of his face, your own lighting up, 

“There’s my pretty boy” 

Tsukii felt himself smile at the endearment. Tsukii had grown up and though he still blushed he no longer acted like a prepubescent boy who shoved aside any comfort. He keened in the attention before he pulled your hand to his mouth with a firm grip. And here is where he grabbed each finger and one by one pressed his lips to the soft pads of your fingertips, starting with your pinkie and ending at your thumb which he lightly bit. You watched with heated eyes as this tall blonde boy made you feel both like a goddess and yet like a little girl all in one setting. You watched his lips trial a path onto your palm before letting you stroke his face again. His own hands going to the sides of your thighs, stroking the soft flesh and thats how you both spent the next few hours… happy and soft.

When everything felt like it was going wrong and nothing seemed okay, when you had crawled both physically and mentally into the darkest place you could find is when Tsukii would place his lips firmly against your forehead, rocking you back and forth and whispering reassurances. 

Tsukishima rushed as fast as he could to the psychology building. His heart was pounding and his mind was running at the speed of light. When he got the call from Tadashi he had felt his heart drop into his stomach and despite trying his best he couldn't help but think of the worst case scenario. He practically ripped the door of its hinges as he made a mad dash for the sixth floor, pushing past other bewildered students and taking two stairs at a time. 

He knew today was going to be difficult. He knew he should have trusted his gut when it told him to wait outside your building to pick you up after your exam today. He knew he should have trusted his judgment. He couldn’t blame Tadashi, even though the man had been insistent that he would help manage if you got your anxiety attack/ sensory overload today and get you home because at the end of the day Tadashi didn’t know the extent of your anxiety. Hell there were times where Tsukii thought even you didn’t know just how bad it got. As your loved one having to watch from the sidelines as you went from psychiatrist to psychologist to cardiologist it drove him mad how you could smile and brush aside something that was so debilitating. He had been there for all of it and he knew he shouldn’t have deviated from the comfortable routine he had helped build for you and himself... he knew and he still fucked up. 

He was at least grateful for the fact that your professor had managed to get half the floor cleared out so as to decrease your sensory overload. He finally reached the classroom and entered with a bang of the door. His eyes landed on a very distressed Tadashi who stood in front of the janitor’s closet that you had locked yourself in. The man had red cheeks and was sweating profusely as he begged you to make some noise or best case scenario open the door, 

“Y/N pleas please please open the door, I just umm I need to make sure you haven't passed out… Look you can open and close it really quickly or like maybe bang on the thing please… Tsukii should be here any mo–Kei oh thank god” 

With a quick thanks and instructions on what to bring/do Tsukishima sent Yamaguchi to wait outside. Tsukishima gave both you and him two minutes of complete and utter silence before he knocked on the door. It was a gentle rap of his knuckles very unlike the pounding panic that Tsukii felt, 

“Y/N please… please its me...Your Tsukii right? and I need you to open the door… please... darling I’m so sorry but please open the door” 

Tsukii heard shuffling on the other side and then a click and that was all that he needed. He opened the door that was otherwise pitch black. He left a sliver of it open behind him and through that sliver of light he found you crawling back to the very back of the room. You sat in the centre, hugging your knees and framed by various cleaning supplies as your body shook with sobs and a heart that was no doubt hurting from how quickly it was beating. Tsukii wasted no time in dropping to his knees in front of you, long arms collecting you into his lap. Its now when he presses his lips firmly into your forehead as he enveloped your body whole, like if he hugged you hard enough he could take away the anxiety and fear and paralysing panic. He again and again pressed kisses to your forehead whispering words that he hoped and prayed helped. He was never a words kind of guy but for you he could be... in his own way, 

“You're okay? You hear me? You are fine, you are completely safe and okay… just breathe. Work on getting your heart rate down okay? You can do it! I know you can not just cause you’ve done it before but because you are my partner... And when we started dating I didn’t just date you cause you’re pretty... I’m dating you cause you tend to pull of the impossible and I know right now calming down seems impossible but you. are. going. to. do it. okay?” 

and that is where you both stayed well into the dark. Tsukii rocking you back and forth, the haze of worry finally disappearing leaving in its wake stability at knowing he got you...

I was going to post this later but here you go!! <3

A little Tsukii love so yayyyy anywhoo as always I hope you enjoy and please request stuff using the ask anything feature  

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The Consequences of Dating Miya Atsumu

This is one of my lil submissions for @crybabycrisis' Honeymoon Avenue Event. I'm going to post the Tsukishima one right after this. Sorry sorry it's so late. I literally just wrote the date down in my planner wrong because I have a tiny, smooth brain.

Notes/Warnings: None <3! All fluff! Lmk if you want/need something tagged

Word Count: 812

There are consequences for your actions. Choosing to date Miya Atsumu, Star Setter for the MSBY Black Jackals has many consequences. 

Your favorite consequence is that you’re never alone. Atsumu is always by your side, whenever you call. His arms are around you at night, or he’s on FaceTime whining about how stupid it is that a losing team made him fly out, away from you, just for the privilege of being crushed like they knew they would be.  

You love FaceTime Atsumu. He’s soft and whiny and desperate to remind you that he would much rather be with you. He’s so appreciative that, although you both know he’d always choose you over his career, you’ve never made him make that choice. 

But you love Atsumu, even more, when he’s with you. The Star Setter for the Black Jackals dissolves, and you’re left with just.. Miya Atsumu. Chaotic and messy. He’s not a confident flirt, he’s a bashful idiot who flusters himself more often than he flusters you. He’s not the strongest man in the world. He’s weak to you and painfully gentle with you. His voice isn’t clear and cocky, his smirk isn’t there, he stutters and mumbles and pouts and his real smile… is infinitely better than the practiced one he has in interviews. He is just as proud. The same pride he has in his jersey is the pride he has when he wears the sweater you bought him so he could match with you. The same pride he has in his team is the pride he has when he gets to have you by his side. You are his team. His tribe. It’s you and him against the world and he never wants it any other way. 

The worst consequence of dating Miya Atsumu is that you’re never alone. When he proudly posts a picture of you on his Instagram, there are thousands of comments, and the ones that stick are never the kind, respectful ones. Having tough skin means only the sharpest words get through. When you’re out with him, there are always people taking pictures. Pictures that were often put on covers of ads for trashy websites with lame headlines boasting unfounded lies meant to boost their clicks. Fame was something you never craved. And while Atsumu looks damn good in the limelight, it frustrates and exhausts you that you have to share it with him. Atsumu always asks before posting about the two of you, but he loves it too much. You can’t say no. He’s aware of the toll it takes on you, so he always stops you from reading comments, and he doesn’t tag you in anything. But how can help himself, when he is the luckiest person alive? He has to show you off. It’s who he is. 

But right now, you don’t mind. You hear a few camera shutters behind you and you can’t stop smiling. You don’t mind because this time, the pictures are welcomed. You paid for these photos. Atsumu is swinging your held hands as the two of you walk along the sand, ocean spray misting your side, photographer close behind. 

“Alright, I think we have enough of those. Want to take a look?” 

Atsumu is a bit too excited and ends up tugging you over to the photographer. Most of them are just silhouettes, which is exactly what you wanted. Atsumu twirling you on the beach. Photos of the two of you walking together, footprints behind you being washed away by the tide, sunset in the back of every photo. 

“I love them,” you whisper to Atsumu. 

 “They’re perfect. We look pretty good don’t we?” He says, smiling down at you. 

“Do you want to pose so we can see the ring?” 

Atsumu pouts at the photographer, “But I don’t wanna let go of their hand.” 

Another consequence of being with this man is the endless embarrassment he brings. You slap his chest softly, “How should we pose?” 

The photographer has you face each other, shifting you a few times to make sure the sun is positioned behind you both in the photo. He guides Atsumu’s hands to your waist, yours around his neck, hands delicately resting on his shoulders so the ring is clear in the shot. 

Click. 

Atsumu smirks at you. 

Click. 

Your ringed hand slides through his hair.  

Click. 

And he dips down, and you get to kiss your fiance, while he holds you, one of your legs sliding up his as water tickles your bare feet. That’s the best consequence of dating Miya Atsumu. 

Click. Click. Click.

And now you have it saved forever. 

Atsumu posts that photo, as well as the one of him twirling you on his Instagram. And you don’t mind the limelight. Nothing can compare to showing off to everyone that you and Miya Atsumu are each other’s forevers. 

[ackermelon]

salted caramel frappuccino

sugawara koushi x reader

word count: 1.8k

tags: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, best boy suga

*˚:✧｡ You feel stuck in place as the days pass, the rain hammering against the glass of your window only sinking you deeper into the hole you have fallen into. That is, until a certain boy barges into your space, the soft scent of caramel following him as he helps you stand back up to face the storm within your mind. *˚:✧｡

tw: reader shows depictions of seasonal depression; if you're sensitive to such things, this may not be for you. please be careful.

A/N: aaannd we kick off the start of this series with a bang! I really hope this fic brings you comfort. Whatever you may be going through, please remember you are not alone, even if you feel like you are. You are loved, you are appreciated, and you are cared for. It is okay to feel whatever you are feeling, and believe me when I say that it will get better. Sooner or later, things will get better.

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this series is inspired by the teacup collection by @seokmingiggles

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Your phone pings again. You should reply to him, he must be worried. Yet, your body feels too heavy, so you simply blink, once, twice, until the screen goes black once again, the room returning to the dim state it had been in for the past couple of days. You want to move your arms, one of them going numb under you as you lay on your side. You know your sheets are in a desperate need for a wash, but ultimately decide to put off laundry day for yet another week. Just as you put off everything else – housework, meals, showers. This is no way to live, you knew that, but you couldn’t gather enough motivation to do anything about it. So you remain in bed, tucked into your sheets, staring blankly at the window across from you.

It was raining. How fitting, you thought. The pitter patter of the water on the glass of your window almost lulls you to sleep – something you have had way too much of this past week.

Your eyes snap open at the jingle of keys followed by your front door opening, a rush of panic coursing through you, and yet you still don’t move. You realize, not even the danger of an intruder could drag you out of the pit you have fallen into.

“(Y/n)?” You relax, the familiar sound of you boyfriend’s voice calms you down, and you slump further into your pillow. The tension in your shoulders remains – you didn’t want him to see you like this.

A grey head of hair peeks into your dimly-lit bedroom, eyes raking over your figure as you lay facing the opposite wall, head almost fully under the comforter. He sneaks across the floorboard to the other side of the room. His eyebrows raise when he realizes you're awake, gaze fixed on the window, only a sliver of it visible through the blinds, rain pelting heavily against it. He calls your name again, this time softer, barely a whisper, but it catches your attention, dragging you away from your thoughts. Your eyes move to his, the mole under his left eye greeting you alongside the gentle smile spread across his lips.

You were certain you weren’t even close to looking presentable, and yet Sugawara studied your face as if spellbound – as if you were the descendant of Aphrodite herself. He takes a few cautious steps towards you, eyes never leaving yours as he lowers himself to the mattress beside your resting figure. Instinctively, you draw in on yourself, gaze lowering to the pillow under your head, almost in shame.

“What are you doing here?” You mutter under your breath, the crackle in your voice enough to let him know you haven’t been using it. You clear your throat as quietly as you can manage, a bright shade of red coating the shell of your ears.

“I haven’t heard from you in a few days, (Y/n),” Sugawara spoke, voice matching yours in volume, as if not to disturb the stillness of your room. His hand carefully finds its way to your hair, fingers lightly running through the greasy locks. “Do you want to tell me what it is that’s bothering my darling?”

You shook your head, shying away from his touch as his fingers continued their ministrations. You miss the way Sugawara’s smile falls for a second before he replaces it, as if unaffected. You feel the familiar stinging at the corners of your eyes. Even as you avert your gaze, ignoring Sugawara’s, his eyes remain on you, labouring to read your expression. The truth was, even if you did want to talk, you did not know what to say. What can you say, anyway, when you don’t know why it is that you are feeling this way? Was it the change of seasons that spurred this unwarranted rush of sadness to course through your body, overwhelming your very being, backing you up into a corner and forcing you to isolate yourself from the world, from the people you loved and held dearly in your heart? Or was there some other, unknown justification for the state you have found yourself in? You didn’t know, so why subject the person you thought the world of to these unexplained emotions?

“Can you just – can’t you just go?” Your voice breaks, and so does the damn holding back the well of tears pooling in your eyes. They fall, over your nose and onto the pillowcase, your bottom lip drawn between your teeth as you suppress the sob building up in the back of your throat.

Sugawara sighs, and you’re afraid to face him, afraid of the expression that he may be making. Except he’s pushing you further into the bed, making enough space for him to crawl under the sheets with you, now face-to-face as he lay on his side next to you.

“You don’t always have to suffer in silence, you know? I’m here for you. I'm always here for you.”

Worry. That’s the expression he was making. Not disturbance, not disappointment. You save your bottom lip from the torture you had subjected it to, allowing Sugawara to wrap his arms around your shoulders, moving you closer and into his arms. As his warmth engulfs your every sense, you finally allow yourself to cry, your sobs muffled as you bury yourself into his chest. His fingers continue to comb through your hair, a soft hum echoing in your ear as he rocks you gently while you cry. The rain continues its downpour outside, it’s harsh abuse to your window the only sound between the four walls aside from your continuous sniffling. You nestle further into his arms, the material of his shirt soft against your skin. He smelled like caramel. He always smells like caramel.

Sugawara breaks the silence a while after your tears stop soaking his shirt. “Would you like to talk about it?” He asks again, his hand rubbing soothing circles on the middle of your back.

Just when you thought you didn’t have it in you to cry any more, your vision blurs once again, and you find yourself being pushed back into his embrace. Sugawara, to you, was the epitome of warmth. Even in winter, even while the storm bangs against the glass of your window, he continues to send burning heat through your veins. His smile, the crinkles by his eyes, the soft tone of his voice, the interminable kindness he’s shown you, and continues to show you even when you ignored his attempts of reaching out. You felt unworthy of it all, and yet he never ceased to give – kindness, warmth, comfort. As though he had an endless supply of them.

He doesn’t push you to talk. He simply keeps you tucked into his arms until you feel ready to speak your mind. And after a few minutes, you do.

“I have no way to explain why I am feeling this way. There’s no particular reason. I just feel-” you pause, letting out a shaky exhale. “- sad; hopeless; worthless – as if nothing will ever work out for me, and perhaps staying in bed all day, away from everyone and everything, is best.”

Sugawara hums, and you feel him drawing you even closer to his chest, perhaps unaware of doing so.

“I just feel like my existence brings nothing but burden to the people around me. I felt bad contacting people to vent, so I didn’t. Why should I subject them to that negativity? What would I even say? That I’m the biggest fuck-up out there-”

“No. No, no, no. That’s not even remotely true. Don’t say that about yourself.” Sugawara pushes away from you just enough to take in your tear-stained cheeks, the shake of your bottom lip as you try to dry out the tears welling up in your eyes. You try to counter, but he shushes you. “Don’t listen to that voice inside your head, it’s wrong. So, so wrong, my darling. Just- Listen to mine instead.”

He leans in to kiss away the tears that managed to slip through your eyelashes, planting soft pecks over your eyelids, your forehead, nose, cheeks., all the while whispering praise against your damp skin. Beautiful, smart, hardworking, I love you. He moves away only an inch to admire the scrunch of your nose after a significantly longer kiss to the tip of it, only to lean forward to lay his lips against the corner of yours. Sugawara’s hand cradles your jaw, and you finally open your eyes to look at him again. The smile curving the corners of his lips – so tender, so delicate – enough to send another wave of tears rolling down your temple and into the sleeve of his shirt where head rests.

“I don’t know what to do.” You sniffle. “What do I do, Suga? How do I go back to feeling okay again?”

He lets you cry – just as he had for the past hour – smile unwavering. You wonder how someone can hold so much love and care in their eyes as they watch another break down and reveal the darkest, most vulnerable fragments of themselves. The emotions you felt, the emotions you had been feeling, were so harsh, so bitter. Sugawara’s comfort was a stark opposite of that – warm, gentle, affectionate. You drown in the fervency of his embrace, his voice like honey in your ears, unravelling the tension you felt inside.

“I know it doesn’t look like it now, but the pain will pass.”

“Is it bad if I can’t see that happening? Not anytime soon, that is.”

“Not at all,” Sugawara assures as he moves a strand of hair behind your ear, cupping your cheek and running his thumb over your cheekbone. “You don’t need to rush to move on from this, love. Feel the sadness and accept it – it’s fine to drown in your emotions for some time. Never on your own, though. Not when I'm by your side.”

Sugawara’s hand moves from your cheek to cover the back of your neck, giving it a subtle squeeze, the other repeating the motion at your waist. He gives the tip of your nose another kiss. You let your eyes flutter shut, yet his continue to study your face, cherishing the peacefulness painting your features. He hopes he was able to rid you of even the smallest portion of the pain you had been enduring all alone.

Maybe it was the way he phrased it, or maybe it was the gentle timbre of his voice, but you find yourself believing his words. Perhaps all you had to do was allow yourself to feel, rather than dwelling on why you were feeling. Perhaps indulging in the comfort of others was okay. Perhaps, just as the storm outside will soon pass, so will this cyclone of emotions swirling inside you – just as the sun will rise once again, the days where you felt okay will return.

In the homely embrace of Sugawara’s arms, the soft scent of caramel wafting off him from the coffee he’d had earlier, anything and everything felt possible.

[mxomo]

little thief ♡︎ bokuto kōtarō

You catch Bokuto with something he shouldn't have in his pocket. c/w: panty sniffing, degradation, lil shy perv bokuto a/n: happy valentine's day everyone, enjoy boyfriend bokuto ԅ(≖⌣≖ԅ)

Bokuto is a little sneak perv and nobody can tell me otherwise

Absolutely loves pissing you off in bed, whether by being a tease or being a sexual deviant

Definitely sniffs your panties when you’re not looking. Has been doing this the entire duration of your relationship

You know how much the man starves for the puss but no idea as to the actual level of attachment he had for yours in particular

It wasn’t until one particular incident that you later realised a pattern of panties disappearing and reappearing on the same timeline as your partner’s work schedule (￣▽￣)

“Why are my favourite panties in your pocket?”

You knew you hadn’t been seeing things when you saw a little flash of purple emerging from Kōtarō’s jacket pocket. Purple wasn’t a colour often found in his colour palette, and you’d been looking for your favourite pair of lace bootyshorts. The cheek of him.

You stared expectantly at your boyfriend, raising a brow as you waited for him to speak. It was rare that you saw your overly confident other half quiet, so you knew he must’ve really been embarrassed if his silence and pink cheeks were anything to go by. Bokuto wasn’t expecting to get caught, after all, and with his tendency to have an incredibly big mouth, he supposed it would be best to not say anything at all.

“You were going to sniff them,” you said matter-of-factly.

Bokuto shook his head ‘no’, even though he knew you’d see right through it. He wasn’t sure why he was denying it, considering how incredibly fucking obvious it was, but his embarrassment at getting caught stopped him from being honest.

“What, you were gonna take my worn panties and you’re telling me you weren’t going to be smelling them? You’re a liar and a little pervert. Who knew?” You shoved the panties you’d found over his head, making sure to drag the crotch area to cover his nose. “Smell them. Wasn’t that what you wanted? Don’t you want to do it in front of me?”

He tried to grab you by the wrist, shaking his head in dual effort to get them off and deny, deny, deny. “It’s not that, baby, I’m sorry, I’ve just gotta go. Everyone is waiting-“

“Oh no you don’t," you cut him off sharply, yanking your hands out of his grasp and grabbing his arm yourself, dragging him to the living room. "You can tell them you are running late because you’re a little perv who got caught stealing panties to sniff.”

“I-I'm sorry, baby, it's not what you think-"

“Aren’t you sharing a room this time?" Your tirade continued. You pushed on his shoulders, causing him to fall back onto your large couch and you maneouvered him so he was lying on his back. Kōtarō at this point was resigned to letting you do what you want, his embarrassment levels too high to truly function properly even though he really, really needed to leave or he would be late for the coach the team were due to travel to their next training camp on. "Your teammates are going to be there and you still want to jack off with the smell of my pussy? You don’t have any shame, do you?”

You swung your leg over his head, pushing your current pair of panties aside and planting your clit right into his mouth, holding his head in place and grinding. He instinctively gripped onto your thighs, wrapping his arms around them and pulling you closer. If this was his punishment, he thought, then he'd take it. Yes please, he would take gladly.

“Eat. Don’t you dare wash your face. If you want to be a little perv, then be a little perv. You can smell my pussy all day.”

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[bonniepop]

character: akaashi keiji words: 700+ warnings: parenthood & special children. drama & comfort. notes: when i did a quick recap of all the fics i wanted to repost, this came at me out of nowhere, mostly because i forgot i wrote it, but also holy hell i wrote this? (i also rewrote it.)

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your eyes are wet and swollen, your back pressed against the side of the bathtub as you sit on the floor. once upon a time, you looked at this place with dreamy eyes and excitement—this bathroom is so beautiful, this house is gorgeous, it’s perfect for us—but lately, you’ve been seeing the inside of it through a teary, pained gaze. it’s ruined for you.

i guess all this really was too good to be true, you tell yourself miserably, heat pricking the back of your eyes once again. you curl further into yourself and press your forehead over your knees, tears dripping down your thighs and soaking your shorts.

you don't know how long you sit there, but eventually, the bathroom door opens, and your husband steps in. “hi,” you hear akaashi say softly, “she’s asleep now.”

you don't move. the door shuts and you feel his warmth settle next to you.

you're both quiet for a time.

“you’re so good with her,” you say, voice wet and sticky, heavy in your mouth. “you're so... i’m so fucking terrible compared to you.”

akaashi doesn’t say anything.

“maybe…” you gasp against your knees, “maybe if i carried her to term—”

“hey, no,” he says softly, lifting one of his hands to tug at your elbow. “don’t say things like that.”

you press your lips shut and turn your head to meet his eyes, and you find him looking at you with so much compassion, so much patience, that you feel your heart fall to your stomach.

"say things like what?" you ask him sadly, voice cracking. “that i'm a bad mother? that i can't do it? that i can’t even carry a normal baby?”

the moment the words leave your mouth, you regret them. your eyes widen and your lip trembles. “keiji, i—i'm sorry, i didn’t mean—”

“it’s not your fault,” he says, voice louder, a little rougher, but never angry. he tugs a little more firmly on your elbow, and you let him take it. “it’s not your fault. we—we’re doing what we can, we’re not—you’re not a bad mother, and she’s not a bad child. she’s just… different.”

she’s just different, the phrase repeats in your head, hollowly bouncing around as keiji pulls you into his arms. you’ve heard it many times before. it’s not her fault she screams the way she does; it’s not her fault she can’t stand anything that has the color blue; it’s not her fault she needs to eat at exactly 4:30pm when she comes home from school everyday. it’s the way she is. she can’t help it.

“what if i’m not good enough to handle different?” you tell him, heart breaking, head leaning on his chest. you start to hiccup through your tears. “i love her, i love her so much, but… keiji, what if i… what if i’m not a bad mom, but i’m a bad mom to her?”

he shakes his head, gently stroking your hair. “you’re not, because you’re thinking about how to be a good one,” he tells you softly, other arm coming around your shoulders.

after a long moment of silence, you speak again. it's a little laborous, pulling your lips apart to speak because you've been crying so much. “you’re so good with her. how… you have so much patience, and i…” you cut yourself off with a sniffle. "i don't know how you do it."

akaashi sighs. “it's... i don't know. i wish i had an answer."

you pull away and meet his gaze. the hand in your hair drifts to your other hand and he takes it in a gentle squeeze.

“i’m not perfect, either,” he murmurs gently, letting go of your hand to tuck your hair behind your ear.. “no one’s perfect at this. there’s no manual to handling a child with autism, love. we just have to be patient, and love them, and remember what they like and don’t like.” he kisses your forehead. “you love her, don’t you?”

“of course,” you answer truthfully, and sniffle. he takes your hand again, his thumb brushing your skin so delicately, so lovingly. “i love her so, so much, but i’m so… i’m so scared i’m doing her a disservice.”

“you’re not. you’re not, my love. please believe me.” he presses the back of your hand to his mouth. “what matters is that we try.”

you let go of his hand and wrap your arms around his waist, the side of your thigh falling on top of his legs. “i love you, keiji,” you tell him earnestly, desperately. “i’m sorry i’m being so difficult.”

“you aren’t,” he answers, but you know it’s automatic, because your husband is the kindest of souls and you are the most selfish of people.

you press yourself closer to him. “still, i was acting like a child. we're supposed to be partners, but instead i made things harder on you. i'm sorry.”

he presses a kiss to your forehead, and the hand that was on your shoulder now strokes your hair. “i forgive you,” he says against your skin. “i love our little family, imperfect as it is. i’d hate to see it fall apart.”

your eyes water and your mouth trembles and your heart squeezes with love. if there’s anything you’d go to the ends of the earth for, it’s keiji’s happiness.

fortunately, you don’t have to go that far. you can start in your daughter’s room.

[cinnamoneve]

need inspo for a request?

below i've listed 30 'off the record' prompts based on some of my favorite songs, if you feel connected to 'em with your fave <3. some are fluffy, some are angsty hehe. up to you to decide what you want! (lyrics in bold will be angsty)

send me an ask of a character + the prompt you want and i'll whip up a fic for you !! each song can only be used once. :) please refer to my rules to see what/who i write for !!

no deadline, no end date. going to keep this on my blog as a guide/masterlist to keep me sharp. so please, request as many as you like.

prompts below the cut ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

“already made the choice to lose me, all for nothing”

“so please, hurry, leave me, i can’t breathe. please don’t say you love me”

“your friends all hated it. but fuck it if they talk”

“i never killed for you but i’ve been doing time”

“offer my hand, i’ll take your name. share my shower, kiss my frame” satoru gojo - jjk

“and i love you, but i need another year alone”

“the way you look in my eyes, it kills me every time”

“i’ve been waiting for you to see me like i see you, staring at you with my puppy dog eyes”

“still, i’m drunk enough to play the game”

“the universe was made just to be seen by my eyes”

“it’s a quarter after three, sayin’ everything we mean”

“you only love me when it’s 2am”

“all my nights spent out like a light with no kiss goodnight”

“i might not be the boy inside your dreams”

“we danced in an empty parking lot to a song i’ve since forgot”

“did you know you’re famous in my group of friends?” suguru geto - jjk

“let me keep on loving you”

“wait, look the other way, cause i might have some bad, bad news for you, hey, and i can’t say it to your face: what if you don’t need me, babe?”

“does he take good care of you? or could i easily fill his shoes?” suguru geto - jjk

“i wanna see you wear my hoodie on the walk home”

“we met when i was drunk, that party didn’t actually suck. you made fun of how slow i drank” satoru gojo - jjk

“i feel that i can’t be feelin’ lonely ever again”

“and i can hear so well, your lovely voice inside my head sayin’ you love me”

“she’s waiting for your love”

“you're the only person left, so hold me ; don't leave me" suguru geto - jjk

“what exactly do you see in him? i can kiss you better”

“i know we haven’t talked in a while, but i just wanna see you smile, are you coming over?”

“i find it impossible to leave you with that look in your eyes”

“i’m beginning to think i imagined you all along” kento nanami - jjk

“running through the mud without the use of an umbrella” songs requested will be crossed off, and when the fic is written it'll be linked <3 !

[sunshowerwriting]

i just need to get this idea out there in hopes of actually writing a fic about it but

imagine karosuno first years going on a road trip together. yachi is driving because lets be real she is the only one responsible enough to do that. hinata is in shotgun controlling music and kageyama is behing him complaining and berating him for his misuc choice and trying to keep up a half decent conversation with yachi.

but most importantly tsukishima and yamaguchi are both not paying attention to any of the three in the front and are in the way back taking a nap on each other’s shoulders. occasionally one of them will wake up to the noise but aside from a few grumpy remarks from tsukishima theyre both just happy to cuddle in the back and enjoy each other and their friends company.

other random thoughts about the trip;

yamaguchi is on snack duty.

hinata makes them stop all the time. for stretch/pee breaks as well as to stop and take pictures in front of random monuments

yachi will override hinata’s music occasionally, and she is the only one that has the power to do it

kageyama is the one who asks “are we there yet?” the most

[godlyaffection]

Tanaka with a boyfriend who does hockey.

Tanaka would make it a point to come to all your games. Without fail he’s there no matter what. The only think that will make him not come to your games is if he has a game the same time as yours. But even then Tanaka texting you and maybe even calling you every chance he gets to wish you good luck and see how you did. When he is at your games though, Tanaka is the loudest and best cheerleader you could ask for. He will cheer you on like there is no tomorrow and is so happy when you score and so angry when you don’t.

He thinks it’s cool that you do hockey, and probably has convinced you to let him practice with you once or twice. He isn’t good at it at all, but Tanaka likes to bond with you in strange ways so he doesn’t mind. And he will gloat every time he manages to score on you or do something even remotely cool.

Will introduce you to any and all of his friends as his hockey star boyfriend. Doesn’t matter how good you or your team is at hockey, you’re his star and he wants everyone to know.

His friends love you and yours love him. They think you’re both a very good match for each other and when they get to experience the way Tanaka talks about you they really see it. They know he really cares about you and that you care about him, and they’re happy for the both of you.

this is a request