#haiykuu!! imagines

[armins-main-hoe]

Hi! I really liked ur writing so I was wondering if u can do this?

Inarizaki and shiratorizawa (or one of them) with a fem manager that gets into fights often? But it's because they have roots to delinquent family members so they're pretty recognisable,,, also she kicks ass pretty good so most of the time she comes out alive

aw thank you for liking my writing and for the request. Sorry I couldn't get round to writing it up sooner :/

"Oh no, you've got it all wrong. She does bite."

When you first signed up to be the manager for the boy's volleyball team, you really didn't think much of it. You only signed up because your parents wanted you to go to some sort of after school club.

You didn't like any of the clubs so you decided to be a manager for a sports team. Besides, you didn't think a manager would have to do much since most of the organisation for matches would be done by the teachers and coaches.

So here you are on your first day being introduced to the boys in the team.

Inarizaki

You stood before them with a deadpan face on.

"Hey, I'm Y/n L/n and I'll be your manager from today onwards."

They boys bowed and said their greetings but you still felt like some of them were looking at you funny. So you looked at one, he had bleached yellow hair. (Atsumu Miya)

"What?"

He tilted his head up and looked down at you suspiciously.

"Are you the Y/n L/n who got into a fight with Hiroto Ito a week ago?"

"Yeah, why? You looking for a fight too?"

Another boy came forward, he was slightly shorter but still a few inches taller than you with with black spikes for hair that went upwards. (Michinari Akagi)

"It was about time someone put that guy in his place. He was actually really annoying, would never let us practice in peace."

To your surprise, this boys were actually pretty nice to you and as you watched them practice you saw the passion they had for the sport.

Almost made you feel guilty for signing up for this role when you knew nothing about Volleyball.

You would hand out water bottles and towels during their breaks and tried your best to memories their names. Took you a few days to do that though.

Over the next few weeks, you ended up growing fond of the team and the team members which lead you to put more effort in your role as the manager.

You would take notes about each player, their strengths and weaknesses and you took time out of your day to learn the rules for volleyball. You didn't even realise when but your passion for the sport grew and grew.

Soon even the team members saw the improvement in you and grew fond of you as their manager. They hadn't ever had one before you and you were already setting their standard for a manager pretty high.

Soon you would even tease and joke around with them.

Their coach loved having you around for practice since the boys were actually kinda scared of you whenever they would mess up and made them try their very best each practice.

There was a time where they had a competition to go to where there would be a few other schools' volleyball teams attending too. It was your first match that you would be attending with them as their manager. Since it was your first, you didn't actually know how big the team's cheer squad was, which surprised you a bit when you first saw. There was also a crowd everywhere you went so it made it hard to move and get from one place to another.

However, around 15 minutes before matches you realised that Kita was missing for more than 10 minutes. The team can't play without their captain present. So you went to go quickly find him. After a few minutes you found him about to enter the changing rooms.

"Where were you? The team was waiting for you." You asked him.

"I had my phone on me and I was going to put it in a locker before the matches start." He put his phone up to show you. Before you or him could say anymore, someone from the crowd passing by with a hooded face snachted his phone and ran.

"Go back to the team. Go!" You pushed him in the direction to the entrance of the sports hall and then ran after the hooded face.

The guy ran down the streets and into an ally way which lead to a dead end. He turned around you saw that he was wearing a mask as well.

"Heh, what's a little girl like you gonna do huh?" The guy's voice came out a little muffled from his mask.

"A lot."

Safe to say you managed to beat his ass with the new moves your uncles had taught you. Though you did get a few scratches on your face and knuckles but you got Kita's phone back and the hooded guy seemed pretty beat up.

Running back to the competition, you just hoped Kita hadn't worried too much to mess up his performance. By the time you got back and made it to the coaches side, you saw that your team was already playing their first match.

At some point, Kita met your eyes and you gave him a toothy grin and a thumbs up while holding his phone in your other hand. He smiled back before focusing back on the game.

When they had a break in between the match, you handed out water bottles. When you gave one to Kita, he saw the scratches on your face.

"Did you get into a fight?"

"No, drink your water and don't worry, you're phone is in perfect condition."

"You got hurt though." When he said that, a few of the other team members turned around to check on you.

"Damn miss manager, you really shouldn't be kicking ass while your team is out here playing a match." Atsumu teased. He didn't know you chased a guy down an ally who stole his captain's phone.

"You know you should be careful or she might just kick your ass Atsumu." Osamu told him, sending you a smile before him and his brother began to bicker.

You shooed them all away once the break was over while rolling your eyes at their teasing remarks.

You had a small smile as you watched them play and you felt like this wouldn't be the first time you would get into a fight for them but you really couldn't care. They can repay you by getting first place.

Shiratorizawa

"I'm Y/n L/n and I'll be your manager from today forwards."

You were there at every practice they had, they would see you taking notes and giving out water bottles. You learned all their names and positions within 3 days. You were doing everything one would expect a manager to do and you would do it flawlessly.

Which actually surprised them since you were known throughout the school to get into fights with other students both in your school and from other schools.

However, not long since you began being their manager, you once came to practice late with some bruises on your hands and a rather sour mood.

Tendo asked you about it but you just shooed him away to practice more, even hitting him with your clipboard.

Another time, you came to practice with your hair a bit messy and a busted lip that had been poorly treated. Though luckily that time the coach wasn't there to report it to another teacher and Eita Semi and Kenjiro Shirabu dragged you to the infirmary to get it treated properly.

Once, you came to practice after a fight which you personally found very easy to finish. You didn't get any big, obvious injuries so to the other team members, they thought you hadn't came back from a fight and continued practice like usual.

But the captain knew otherwise. When he came over to the side to get a drink he walked over to you.

"So, who did you fight with today?"

"Huh, how did you know?"

"I'm an excellent observer."

"Uhh sure, well it wasn't anything too bad. So don't worry about me."

He chuckled.

"I'm not worried about you, I'm worried about the kid you beat up. Wonder what condition he is in right now."

"Gee captain, thanks for caring about your manager so much."

You both laughed before you fell silent.

"The bastard wouldn't quit saying nonsense about the team and starting up rumours." You told him.

"Aw, so you do care about us!" Tendo popped up on the other side of you.

"Fuck tendo! You scared me, I nearly punched you."

He laughed and put an arm around you.

"You beating up guys who talk shit about us? How thoughtful of you manager."

"Tendo do you want me to beat you up with my clipboard again?"

"Hehe, it's like we have our own personal bodyguard."

You smacked him with your clipboard.

"ow! Okay, okay, I'll stop. Gonna go practice some more. Talk to ya later miss bodyguard- I mean manager."

"Tendo!"

The other team members looked over at you and Tendo and were either laughing or sighing. "Looks like he is gonna get his ass beat again."

"He really should stop riling her up, she is actually kinda scary."

"Yeah but tendo is another breed, he isn't afraid."

Thank you for this request anon, this was pretty fun to write. Hope you enjoyed reading it!

[inariizaki]

you study too much that it's making them worry !

% — ft. various haikyu characters, and 4town.

the one who scolds you about studying too much, but is very veeeeeeery concerned about you on the inside. he's worried that you might pass out from studying too much- or worse. he doesn't wanna show how concerned he is because he knows you'll tease him about it later :(

sakusa, futakuchi, kei, osamu, suna, shirabu, jesse, aaron z.

the one who's overly concerned about you. he tells you to take some breaks, and rubs your back gently. he'd also offer you your favorite food, and will let you rest in his shoulders for as loong as you want.

kita, daichi, aone, oikawa, sachiro, kageyama, tae young, aaron t, robaire.

a mix of an anger, and worry — actually he doesn't know if he's gonna be angry with you or scold you gently, but it always ends up him scolding you. he knows that it's important to study, but you're just overdoing it. and it makes them frustrated and worried.

oikawa, futakuchi, suna, kei, iwaizumi, ennoshita, yaku, jesse.

the one that who will get overly touchy around you, since he knows that he has that powerful effect in you. you won't be able to resist his cuddles and affection — he's just too cute.

atsumu, bokuto, kuroo, shoyo, aaron t.

[laiiaaa]

SEEMS PROMISING — MATSUKAWA ISSEI

summary: New to Japan, a friend drags you to a party. A bad one. You find an elusive yet alluring stranger outside.

contains: mentions of alcohol, Mattsun smoking cigs because I said so, Mattsun being a flirty little shit but you love it, just read it and find out

length: 3.6k

note: The affinity for mysterious, cig-smoking men with dark hair is real.

You press open the door, head pounding, and relish in the cool breeze that hits you as you slide it shut again. “Jesus Chri—oh, sorry,” you cut yourself off, embarrassed to see someone standing out on the balcony before you, off to the side and out of view from the door. What you thought was going to be a nice, peaceful fifteen minutes of solitude has morphed into yet another forcible—and probably unpleasant—interaction.

Leaning on the railing facing the cityscape before you, he looks over his shoulder dismissively. “You’re fine. Felt the same way coming out here.” He turns back around and you almost thank him for being so averse to the attitude inside the apartment: loud, drunk, far too inquisitive if not prying.

You want to ask when he came out here, because even after all the introductions Hajime orchestrated, you don’t think you caught this one’s name. And surely you would’ve seen him among the crowd—he’s noticeably tall, got luscious black curls atop his head, and doesn’t seem the type to talk your ear off. You make a mental note to tell your friends about him, even if his name never makes its way to you.

From his place a few feet away, he reaches into the inner pocket of his jacket—corduroy, probably cataloged as ‘saddle brown’ online—and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. He gestures with the box, asking, “Is it okay if I…?”

“Hm?” You turn to face him again. “Oh, yeah. Don’t worry, I won’t be out here too long.” 

You’re not sure whether your comment offended him until he gives you that smirk, barely there yet enticing, almost smug with himself. He plucks one from the pack and lifts it to his lips, the metallic flick of his lighter cutting into his muffled motions. You watch carefully as he inhales and exhales, white clouds billowing from his lips and dissipating in the wind.

He takes it between his index and middle finger, leaning his forearms into the railing again before sparing you another glance, longer, more careful this time. “You know a lot of people in there?” 

“A few,” you respond, “More, now that a friend introduced me. Definitely not as many as…what’s his name? The blonde one?”

His smirk almost curls into a smile. “Atsumu?” Another puff of smoke.

“Yeah, that one—he’s a little…”

“Little bit much?”

You give him a smile, and he can’t quite tell whether it’s the city lights in the view, or the two drinks he had before coming out here to clear his head, or if it’s just you, but he’s starting to think he’s glad he came to this little gathering, as stupid as it sounded twelve hours ago.

There’s a party inside, you know that much, but as for the reason for the get together, or even the name of the host, you’re not sure. Hajime only provided you with knowing he knows these people, and that it’d give you the chance to meet some now that you’re in Japan. What you didn’t expect was the volume, or the crowd, or the pack-like nature of the people there: they all seem to know each other one way or the other, and you could feel it.

You wouldn’t even say it was overwhelming, the number of people—no, there couldn’t have been more than thirty—but the feeling of being unknown, the other, was. You need to clear your head, get some fresh air. You’re not sure if anyone inside has noticed your absence. 

You inch a little closer to the mysterious figure. “Something like that. Are you friends?”

“With Atsumu?” Something in his brows tell you that you’re not even close. “Funny. I know him from high school—played volleyball against him—but that’s as far as that goes.”

Volleyball, you think, That’s the connection? Who would’ve thought. “Ah,” you hum. “So you came to this because…?”

“You meet Iwaizumi yet? He convinced me.” He takes another drag as he gazes over the city. “Somehow.”

Your image of the man lightens at the fact he knows your only friend here, and a soft smile takes your lips. “Hajime did?”

Hajime. So, they’re close, he thinks. “Yeah, we went to the same school, played together, the works.” Could she be…? “He’s a pretty good guy, eh?”

“Yeah…yeah, he is.” You can’t tell what he’s getting at, if anything, and you make another mental note: if you don’t get anything else out of this man, you will be bugging Hajime about him.

“I’m Matsukawa, by the way. Most people just call me Mattsun.” When you give him your name in return, he thinks he could be winning. “Oh?”

You hesitate. “What, something wrong with it?”

“No, don’t worry.” He gives you a once over, and stands fully upright, facing you with one hand still on the railing. You think he’s putting too much faith in the strength of it. Maybe he’s a little more fearless, a little more reckless, than you’re used to. “Hajime’s mentioned you, is all.” He flicks away ash.

“Oh. Why’d you have to make it sound like a bad thing?”

He shrugs. “Didn’t mean to. He speaks highly of you.” You can almost see that smile of his behind plumes of tobacco.

“Really? What’s he say about me?”

“Well…that you’re smart, for one, though I can’t say I can agree with that yet.”

“Yet?”

“Yet.” He flashes a smirk again. “He says you’re funny, too. Again, not too sure about that one, but it seems promising.”

You lend him a blank stare. “Thanks.”

He wants to kick himself for chuckling at that—how could he let his advantage slip so soon? “See, you’re already on the right track.”

“Hm, nice to see you laugh a bit.” And that smile. You tug your jacket tighter around you, not wanting to sacrifice this seemingly meaningless interaction for the sake of the warmth you know is inside. “So, you find out anything else about me from Haji? Or just the basics?”

Ah, so now she’s calling him Haji. There’s a lot he’s kept from me. Hm. “Well, there’s also the fact that you’re very pretty.” He lifts his hand back to his mouth. He’s getting antsy, talking to you, and he’s not used to it. 

Your brow furrows, and you consider calling Hajime out here to speak to him yourself. “Haji’s been telling people I’m pretty?” Very very handsome people, you add, internally, but this Matsukawa—Mattsun—doesn’t need that much…yet.

“Nope,” he answers. “Just an observation on my part.”

You cock your head to the side. “…Are you flirting with me?”

He drops his cigarette to the ground and presses it out with his shoe, barely considering whether he’s even allowed to smoke here before bringing his attention back to you. “Would it be more effective if I said yes?”

A laugh escapes you—pity or incredulity, you’re not sure. “Hm, I’m not too sure about that one yet.” You sigh with your lips curving against your will, your cheeks aching with mischief and the thought that maybe it was a good thing to show up. “But I guess it seems promising.”

Mattsun’s smile turns big enough to see teeth this time and he thinks he could be falling in love with you—or maybe he’s just starting to go crazy at the thought of you taking his bit like that, as if everything he has is yours to know and take. It lights a smug fire in your chest that you’ve left him speechless, watching him exhale a sigh through his nose with pink cheeks (from the cold or your quips, who knows?) as he opts to lean on the railing again. 

“He’s never mentioned you, you know,” you start, walking right up next to him, turning what was a few feet into mere inches with your elbows on the cold, hard metal. 

Your heart races a little faster now, with the whole city right in front of you and your center of gravity leaning a little too close to the ledge for comfort. The two of you could die right now, would the railing give way, but maybe that’s the fun of it for him. Maybe this Mattsun is pretty interesting after all.

“Hajime, you mean?”

“Yeah, it’s not fair, you know things about me, and I know nothing about you.”

“There isn’t much to know.” He shrugs again, splaying his hands out for emphasis. 

“Well, you smoke.”

“Yep.”

“You wear a nice corduroy jacket.”

He whips his head in your direction. “You like my jacket?”

You nod earnestly. “Yeah, it looks good on you.”

“Thanks,” he says, biting his tongue to keep from saying more, because he has a feeling that with you, the blush rising to his cheeks will get him into trouble. 

“No problem,” you chirp back, heading back to business. “You…used to play volleyball. Used to, right?”

He turns back to facing the city. “Used to.”

“Okay, that’s three things.”

He claps his hands together. “Great, now we’re even.”

“Come on,” you whine. He’s gonna be so much trouble, you think, with the way you’re dying for more. “Can’t we trade?”

“You want to trade information?”

“Yeah, why not? You’re very mysterious, there’s gotta be something to you, no?”

“Is this a free range kinda thing, or are we asking questions?” Mattsun is a bit of a risk taker, a tad impulsive. And maybe a bit too satisfied to have a pretty girl’s attention.

“Hmm…questions. You first, it’s only fair.”

“Alright,” he huffs, struggling to hide the fact that he’s slipping right into your hands. He stares up at the sky for a moment, considering the weight of his question. “How do you know Hajime?”

“Jealous, are we?” And part of you is hoping he is. “We met in college…sophomore year, I think? Neither one of us were from America, so we just kinda clicked. He was doing his sports medicine thing, and at the time I didn’t really know what I was doing yet, and he helped me out a lot. Anyway, we thought we’d never see each other after graduation, but then I got an internship here, so…here we are, I guess. Haven’t been here long, though, only a month or so.”

He doesn’t hesitate or give it a second thought before asking, “How long are you staying?”

You smile. “No follow up questions. I gave you more than you asked, too, so now it’s my turn.”

He waits patiently, contently, wondering what he should ask you next, but you came prepared for this battle. 

“What’s your favorite song, and why?”

“That’s two questions.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He wonders what he did to deserve this: a beautiful, snarky girl like you, asking stupid questions about someone you don’t even know and aren’t obligated to. 

“I’ve never really had to think about it.” 

“Okay, then think about it now.”

He pauses. So demanding, this one, she’s gonna hurt. He ponders it almost too long for your liking. “Eight Miles High, I think, by The Byrds? My dad used to play it all the time.” He pauses again, smiling, and he wonders again about how he even ended up here, talking to you, with you smiling back at him as he explains, “He was born in Japan, but lived in Los Angeles for a while in his twenties, and he liked them a lot—said that nothing could compare to The Byrds playing through open windows cruising down the highway, so he kept a bunch of their CDs and played them for me when I was little. There’s nothing special about that song in particular, I just like the sound, heard it a lot, fits what I picture my dad was like, in a way.”

He’s cute, you think, under all that dark and gloom, he’s cute, and sentimental. “I like that answer,” you add. “Sounds pretty damn special.”

“Might be.” He shrugs and brushes aside the care you gave, listening to him. “Fuck, I need another cigarette,” he hisses, letting his head fall.

“If you do, I’ll go inside,” you say, not sure if it’s the threat you’re meaning it to be as much as it’s a plea for him to stay with you. 

“Hm, don’t threaten me with a good time.” Yet he makes no move for his jacket. “I guess that’s the fifth thing I know about you, then.”

“And what would that be?”

“That smoking’s a no-go?”

If you knew better you might wonder why he’d care. “It’s not that,” you reassure, “I mean, I was in California for four years, traveled a bunch, so I don’t mind the smell. I think it’s the idea of addiction that scares me.” Your confession hangs in the open air. “You can add that to the list instead.”

Mattsun takes his time to respond, considers whether he should at all. He observes you from the side: the pout of your near frown, the white of your teeth when you chew at your bottom lip, the crease between your brows when you face him and say it’s his turn again.

And he keeps his eyes on you when he tells you, “I’ve never kissed someone.” And before you can ask him Why? only for him to tell you There’s no follow up questions, and before he can ask himself What the fuck am I saying to this girl I barely know?, he tells you, “I mean, I’ve kissed people, obviously, but not for any reason that’s particularly romantic. Just sex, and…everything adjacent to it.”

You chew on his words for a moment and he thinks he could throw up.

“You can add that to the list now,” he adds, filling the silence.

He feels a lot closer to you now, physically, with your shoulders and hips almost joining together and your noses no more than six inches apart when you face each other. You still want to ask him Why? even though you’re sure he’ll snap the moratorium on follow up questions back on you. Maybe confessions like this tie a rope around two people and tug. 

“I don’t think I have either.” Absentmindedly, you lift two fingers to your lips. “It’s funny that you mention it.”

“Why?”

“To the first part, or the second?”

“The first.”

“I don’t know.” You turn to look at him again and he’s already waiting halfway. “I mean, I’ve had a boyfriend before, kind of, but it was never really…”

“Romantic?”

“Yeah,” you sigh, “He was a dick.”

“That sucks.”

“Thanks. How about you?”

“I fucked around a bit in years past. Didn’t really settle or do relationships or anything romantic.”

“I’m sorry.” Yet all you can think about is how you’re sinking deeper into this pit, a boy who doesn’t do relationships.

“It’s alright.”

“Things can always change, you know.” You look back at him, not knowing whether the comment was for his reassurance or your own, and something has changed in the way he looks at you. He isn’t looking just to look anymore, but to listen, as if he can read something from your expression. 

“You think so?” he asks, a hopeful lilt in his voice. He doubts whether he really knows himself.

You can't seem to peel your eyes away from his when you only hum a confirmation. Breaths exchanged between you turn white in the cold nighttime air, and you draw closer together for warmth, noses almost touching. Something in your gut tells you this isn’t normal, to be this close, and something in the back of his mind tells him that he’s more than okay with it.

He smiles something different, something of admiration instead of mirth. “This got very personal.”

“It did.” You look at his lips.

“I don’t even know you.”

“No, but you could.”

He smiles back at you, his eyes trailing to your lips in turn. “I could.”

“And it’s helping me make your list, so it’s okay.”

“This is true,” he agrees, “Though I’m a little nervous to ask what you’ve been extrapolating.”

“We can debrief another day, if you’d like.”

He tilts his head, just barely, and each breath into your lungs feels like another pull at his lips to reel him in. “Who said I’m ever going to see you again?”

Your eyes dance between his lips, curled in a way you crave to taste, and his eyes, glazed over with what can only be called desire. “I did, just now.” You give in to his movements closing the marginal gap between you, a hair’s breadth from what you’ve been pining for.

“I know I didn’t say this before, but you can call me Issei,” he murmurs against your lips. 

“I thought you said most people call you Mattsun?” 

“That I did.”

“Am I not most people, then?” You smirk and you think you’ve caught him.

“Hmm…” he starts, bringing a hand to brush up the column of your neck, grasping your jaw in his hand ever so gently, his thumb pressing to your bottom lip. “Not too sure about that yet.” 

He only lasts, mesmerized, a second longer before he presses his lips to yours. He keeps his kisses short, and he keeps them sweet, and you make the third mental note of the night to search whether nicotine can be transferred through kisses because fuck, something about his smile-ridden lips have you hooked.

You loop your arms around his neck while he looms over you and snakes his free hand from your waist up your back, holding your body oh so close to his that when he nips at your bottom lip you swear your knees start to buckle. It’s innocent, the way Mattsun kisses you, like he’s hungry for nothing more than this—the two of you, on someone’s balcony, asking questions that may very well mean nothing by the next year, kisses for cushioning. 

He slips his tongue past your lips, gently, teasing, and you think this is what it feels like to really kiss someone. He wonders if dying right now would really be all that bad if it means having your mouth be the last thing he tastes, your face the last thing he touches.

Until you hear the sound of someone’s “Oh” and you both turn to look where it came from. Your fingertips are still grazing the hair at the nape of Mattsun’s neck, his lips now at your jaw for you’ve turned your head to see the door. He can smell your perfume on your neck and he has to fight the urge to kiss you again.

Hajime stands at the door, eyebrows raised with one foot on the balcony and the other still inside. “Am I interrupting something?”

You pull away from Mattsun’s hands with reluctance, and he tries, hard as he might, to wear his calm demeanor again, itching to have the weight of you tugging on him. 

“Nope,” you snip, missing Mattsun’s warmth a little more than you’d like to admit. “What’s up?”

“We’re…” His eyes catch Mattsun’s foot tapping away and your hands fiddling with the railing, Mattsun’s messy hair and your glistening lips. “We’re singing and doing cake now, thought you might wanna join.”

“We’ll be there in a second,” Mattsun says. Is there even a ‘we’?

The two of you stand still, anxiously, as Hajime gives a very brief goodbye—scary, even, he’s so unphased—as he walks away, leaving the door ajar for you to follow.

You turn to Mattsun, almost pleading. “You think he’s gonna say anything?”

“I don’t know, actually.” He runs a hand through his hair and lets his arms fall to his sides. “I don’t think he’d be dying to tell anyone. We should probably go in there, though. Probably the good person thing to do for their birthday.”

“Yeah,” you nod, “Probably.” 

You toy with his fingers as he shifts much closer to you again, inches away without either one of you thinking about it. You reach up to his head and he bends down for you, waiting patiently for the strands mussed by your doing to be returned to their rightful place. 

“Can’t be giving anyone clues just yet, hm?” you hum, one hand in his hair and the other just barely holding his chin.

Mattsun smiles when you punctuate the question with a peck to his cheek. He doesn’t quite hold your hand, and neither of you know if he even should, but he trails behind you back into the apartment regardless, back into the bustle of the crowd. His fingertips thrum with something he’s never felt. He could follow you like this all night if only you’d let him.

“Hey, Issei?” you ask, pulling him to come a little closer. It’s been less than a minute, and your head is already aching again, your eyes tired.

His ears perk up at the name, and his chest presses lightly into your back before he leans down to hear you better. “Yeah?”

You turn your head towards his without taking your eyes off the crowd in the room ahead, navigating through a place still completely unknown to you. You stop at the doorway, still hidden away from the rest of the group. “Is it really someone’s birthday?” 

Issei laughs, heartily for the first time this week, and basks in the way you glow in the mellow light of the party, smiling back at him, sheepishly hitting him while defending yourself in a whisper, “What? I don’t know these people—!” He thinks this—whatever it is, having his hand nearly intertwined with yours, your shoulder blades pushing into his chest, Hajime’s subtle smile and nod of respect from across the room—sure is something.

And he thinks it seems awfully promising.

[mrs-kodzuken]

Cherry pop tarts & dyed hair ♡

Pairing: Aged up!Yūji Terushima x fem!reader

WC: 1k

Genre: fluff

CW: fem!reader, fluff so much fluff it’s gross, baby boy yūji

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"Babe, I'm going to go use the bathroom." Yūji said from  beside me, letting go of my hand.

"Alright," I stared down at my phone, making a list of the things we needed to get. Which I probably should've done before we even arrive at the store to be honest.

Yūji wanted to go grocery shopping, and knowing him, he would most likely get lots of sweets instead of actual food that we needed.

I added Poptarts to the list so I could get his and my favorites. I looked back at the men's bathroom door; it wouldn't hurt to leave him there, right?

Shrugging to myself, I grabbed a grocery basket and made my way towards the food aisles. He's a grown man after all.

I had been mindlessly walking around, adding things we needed to the basket like eggs, milk, and such.

My phone had died a couple minutes ago, so I was just trying to remember what we needed by memory.

I hadn't brought my charger with me because it's a grocery store. Let's just hope my mom doesn't call; I'll definitely get an earful if I don't pick up that phone call.

I recited what we needed from memory which lead me to absentmindedly walk through the aisles looking for something that we might need.

One thing I do remember is that I wanted to get poptarts. I headed towards the breakfast aisle and started my walk to our favorites.

Looking at the boxes, I decided to get cherry for me and cinnamon for Yūji. We both swore to never eat each other's poptarts; that was forbidden in our house.

Being in a relationship with Yūji was pretty amazing actually. He wasn't a player, as most people say because I've heard lots of rumors about that.

He's actually really sweet and childish but it can be cute sometimes.

I set the boxes in my basket and continued walking down the aisles to see if any of the foods jogged my memory.

Something I did remember was that we were running low on popcorn and ice cream due to our excessive movie nights.

Even though I wasn't much better than him when it came to sweets, I knew how to control myself.

I placed a big box of popcorn in the basket and mint ice cream in it as well.

Suddenly the intercom broke from the music, "(Y/n) (L/n), your child is at register three."

I furrowed my brows, I'm definitely sure I don't have a child. It could possibly be a different (Y/n) (L/n)? But most likely not, not with the name I have.

I took my sweet time to get there, I was met with Yūji pouting on a bench.

I smiled really big, rolling my eyes while walking over to him.

"Hi, baby," I said, pressing my lips against his forehead.

"You left me," he whined, looking up at me. God, he is such a child sometimes.

I chuckled, "You said you had to use the bathroom; you didn't tell me to wait." I pointed out to him taking his hand in mine.

I heard him groan at me, "Oh hush, you're like a big baby sometimes, Yūji." I smirked, knowing that that would make things straighten up.

It always did. But this time it seems as if he was whiner than ever. "You can't say anything because I'm your baby."

He wrapped his arms around my waist while I continued walking. He squeezed me a bit, and I lightly slapped his arm.

"No, PDA, there could be children, Yūji." I warned him as he released his arms from my waist and held my hand.

"Is this better?"

"Why yes, yes it is."

I could feel his gaze on me as we walked together.

"Yes, Yūji?" I asked, wondering if we needed laundry detergent or not.

"You're so pretty." I looked at him as if he were out of his mind. He would compliment me every day, but it seems today was an extra-complimentary one.

"Are you feeling okay today, babe?" I raised my hand up to feel his forehead. He leaned in and nuzzled his face into my hand.

"I just love you so much." He pulled me towards him, and I heard the erratic beating of his heart.

Luckily, I didn't see anyone else in the aisle with us.

"I love you too, Yūji." smiling into his chest; he was definitely extra loving today.

"Can we cuddle when we get home?" His voice was muffled since his head was buried in my neck. I shivered at the feeling.

"Oh crap, I just remembered. My phone is dead. I need to charge it. Do you want to check out now so we can cuddle later?" He nodded furiously, and I chuckled. How adorable he is sometimes.

"You're such a baby, Yūji." Before he could complain, I finished my sentence, "But you're my baby, so it's okay."

Yūji smiled brightly and held onto my hand as we walked out of the store after finishing bagging our groceries. I always loved when he was like this.

I set the bags down and started putting everything away in our cupboards. I had asked him to set up a fort and movie so I could get the food ready.

Yet again, we are having another movie night. I grabbed the hot bag of popcorn from the microwave and added it to a bowl.

Then I took the tub of ice cream with a spoon and headed into the living room.

"Are you ready?" I smiled as I climbed it, setting the food down.

"Obviously."

He played the movie while I fed him ice cream. I saw some of the flavored ice cream lightly dripping from his mouth.

Acting on instinct, I leaned forward and licked his lips.

Yūji's face was priceless; he'd be the one who'd always do something like that.

"What? You had ice cream on your lips." I shrugged and paid attention to the movie, ignoring him.

"Yeah, but I wanted to lick it off."

I rolled my eyes and then purposely and messily ate a spoonful of ice cream. Glancing towards him, I watched him watch me.

He leaned in and licked my lips back, "So sweet," he mumbled when he was done.

"Well, obviously it's ice cream." I smiled and leaned into him, focusing on the movie as he played with my hair.

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a/n: this is from my book “Haikyuu x Reader One Shots” on Wattpad! I hope you enjoyed and let me know if you want more!

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[wipeawaythedebt]

MASTERLIST A CHOOSE YOUR OWN STORY SMAU RINTARO SUNA X READER | KENMA KOZUME X READER

SUMMARY: After getting her heart broken by someone she put her whole trust into, y/n decides that it's for the best to switch schools to prevent further humiliation. Although having sworn off love, she finds herself severely missed by her best friend Suna and getting yet again closer to her childhood friend Kenma - which makes her past love very unhappy.

TAGS & DISLCAIMERS: fluff/wholesome moments, love triangles, bad language, angsty, insecurities, cheating, crack, bad humor and all that jazz, the struggle of having a choice, (minor?) manga spoilers in the epilogues and bonus content, probably ooc-ness + English is not my first language

Beware that a favourite character of yours can be portrayed as an asshole. Personally, I don't believe any HQ canon!characters would act that way! Therefore, villainizing a character doesn't mean I dislike them. This story should serve as a form of entertainment and is nowhere near 100% canonically or logically correct.

I like to call it "the freedoms of a fanfiction writer".

[STATUS: completed, bonus content coming soon]

CHAPTER 1 | said it with love

CHAPTER 2 | you can no longer play as luigi

CHAPTER 3 | can i, respectfully

CHAPTER 4 | i'd throw a masterball

CHAPTER 5 | i will piss your cereal

CHAPTER 6 | blonde setters are her type

CHAPTER 7 | the blobfish is tired

CHAPTER 8 | knighted

CHAPTER 9 | the shape of an L

CHAPTER 10 | don't forget about me

CHAPTER 11 | don't call me kid, don't call me baby

CHAPTER 12 | sorry for the intrusion

CHAPTER 13 | mark me down as confused

CHAPTER 14 | so wise. and so handsome.

CHAPTER 15 | sometimes ya get hurt

CHAPTER 16 | one more lie

CHAPTER 17 | the game is on

CHAPTER 18 | bulbasaur solos

CHAPTER 19 | merely an npc

CHAPTER 20 | just a little longer

RINTARO SUNA'S ROUTE

CHAPTER 21 | one for eternity [written]

CHAPTER 22 | in another world

CHAPTER 23 | blah blah blah [+ written part]

CHAPTER 24 | one tearful hour later [written]

CHAPTER 25 | froggy chair [epilogue]

KENMA KOZUME'S ROUTE

CHAPTER 21 | maybe i always will [written]

CHAPTER 22 | higher ranks [+ written part]

CHAPTER 23 | meowth, that's right

CHAPTER 24 | the other end [+ written part]

CHAPTER 25 | levelling up with you [epilogue]

BONUS CONTENT

RIN | first time [NSWF]

RIN | wedding

KENMA | first time [NSWF]

KENMA | wedding

[neweydition]

Oikawa loves you 💖

[sanderchu]

Hi I request to much :P

So y'know that scene where Tanakas ranting about how he needs a gf that will support his love for volleyball and stuff

Well what if reader does that at one of his games and he just falls head over heels!?

-🕸

Favorite supporter

[writing] or hcs

Reader: Fem!reader

You smiled as you sat with the crowd in the front waiting. Watching. Today you decided to surprise your boyfriend and visit him to watch him play at this match that can basically change his future for the better. You didn’t tell him wanting to keep it a secret because you know how much he loves being surprised by you and only you really. So you just sat there looking around and waiting for your shining star.

Finally, they came out along with the other team and the crowds went wild so of course you cheered along as both teams lined at the net to greet each other. At first he didn’t notice you which was fine by you still wanting to keep your appearance a surprise. So enough the game started and boy was it insane. Right off the bat a feeling of power seemed to reflect on each team with every move. You watched your boyfriend as he was in position waiting for the ball. That’s when he saw you.

Tanakas pov

I looked at the opposite team from the other side of the net as I was in position. Until I suddenly heard a cheer which sounded to familiar not to check out so I turned my head to the crowd and my eyes widen. I noticed y/n in the front crowd cheering, but for me alone. They noticed I saw them and waved at me, blowing me a kiss knowing i do that to them during class. I turned red and completely vulnerable in my state until I heard a scream. “TANAKA” dachi yelled. Thankfully I managed to come back just in time to save the ball for my team.

I kept glancing at y/n constantly each round and before I knew it. We won. Y/n watched as my team went crazy over a win and immediately cheered. I looked at y/n and motioned her to come down knowing that she’s been to so many games she knows all the courts like the back of her hand. Quickly she nodded and rushed out the seats tripping a bit but soon leaving my sight just to quickly show up from the court entrance. She ran towards me so I quickly opened my arms to be greeted by a tight hug making me tumble back slightly but I didn’t care. She looked right at me and pressed her lips against mine making the crowd and even my team cheer louder. I was head over heels for y/n in general and this was just the finishing touch.

All eyes were on us but it still felt like we were alone together. We soon parted and I couldn’t help but notice the joy they had like they were the one playing on the court. “You did awesome!” She flattered me as I kept her in my arms, “that was all for you baby” I replied back. “Tanaka time to go!” I heard dachi yell so I gave y/n one more quick kiss before letting them go and running towards my team. “I LOVE YOU” I screamed as I ran away. “I LOVE YOU TOO” they screamed back before running out of the court.

[zombeegrll]

Up N' The Clouds

Stoner!Sub(?)!Bokuto x Stoner!Chubby!Black! reader

Synopsis + Warning: Bokuto dragged you to smoke at this secluded beach spot, and soon in your smoke session, the smoke isn't the only thing that will be hot and heavy.  smut, riding face, cunnilingus, groping, use of weed, mentions of masturbation, use of the word "Babygirl", the regular nasty shi hehe

Minors DNI ( even the nameless blogs... I can see yall.)

Playlist Alert! (Fic inspired by the first song!!)

Enjoy <3

The waves of the ocean filled the background as you roll up your first couple of blunts. Your two-piece clung to your body as you concentrated on not ripping your leaf too much.

"Hurry up y/n, tryna smoke this quick" Bokuto hurried, watching over himself to see if any other people were coming to the beach spot. You looked up at the owl-haired man in confusion, casually licking the inside of the leaf.

"Didn't you say it was a secluded spot? so fuckin' nervous geez..." you muttered, continuing on fixing the last blunt.

Bokuto wasn't just nervous about maybe getting caught. He was really worried about the progressing boner he was getting from that flimsy two-piece you had on. His trunks were basically suffocating his already leaking cock. If you squint, you can see the wet spot on his light blue swim trunks. He would wince at every sensation, even when the sand crumbled slightly between his sweaty hands. He always thought you were hot. I mean cmon now. The way your body always fitted in your uniforms, or when your hair is always so beautifully done (his personal favorite style was the butterfly locs) and your melanin skin practically glowing every chance it gets. And I bet he wasn't the only dude who felt like that towards you.

"Since your so impatient, you get first hit, even if I did all the work," You groaned, handing the nervous man an already lit blunt. He suddenly takes the berry fusion wrapped blunt and lets it sit between his lips. You could see the ashes burning quickly as his chest expands.

'His pecs are so fucking big...like sum tits' You thought, biting the inside of your lips as you think filthy thoughts of your friend.

Soon a heavy cloud comes into view, and you could hear Bokuto sigh, already feeling the weed. His head laid back, eyes closed.

"cmon man, pass it," You exclaimed, giving hand motions to give the blunt to you. His eyes opened and scanned your frustrated face. His eyes already turning red as his lids were barely holding on.

"Mkay baby." He softly said, handing you the blunt, hand brushing yours for a second.

Baby? Is this man already high as shit with a few puffs? weird.

As you take a turn with the blunt, his eyes never left your body. Watching how your rolls proudly sit on themself. How your tits sat so prettily in your black bikini top. And god when you take the smoke, you have the most satisfying face. Doesn't scrunch up or anything. Just peacefully taking the smoke into your lungs.

a couple more puffs between you two until the was nothin' but ah roach left. While you were refixing the second blunt you previously made, you hear a shift in the sand. Turning your head you see Bokuto staring into your eyes. The red was complimenting his golden orbs.

"so pretty...why are you so pretty?" He questioned softly, grabbing your rolls.

"bokuto..."

You were feeling it. The highness felt like a thick cloud in your head. Everything felt so fuzzy that it just felt so good. Only thoughts of Bokuto having you were starting to play in your head.

" answer me baby girl...need to know why my friend is just so sexy." He whispered in your ear, followed by a nip to the outer shell of your ear. Yelping at the surprise, you gripped his hand out of pure reaction.

" Bo... you're just high as fuck, you don't wanna actually do this" You muttered to the touch-starved man, attempting to pull his rough hands away from your waist. Your eyes were pleading for him to be reasonable, to think, to not do something he would regret.

Bokuto knew what the fuck he was doing. His cock was basically jumping whenever you whined for him to "think about what your doing"

He soon grabbed your shaking hand and placed it on his needy cock, twitching at your fingers casually going over his clothed slit, weeping for you.

He groans from the contact, eyes still planted on your now shocked face.

" Need this, thought enough about it. Thought about it all day. Don't need any more time y/n," He groaned into your neck, planting sloppy kisses all over your nape. You soon squirm from the contact as you still grope at his weeping cock. You both pass around moans and whines of pleasure. He was basically humping your hand, waiting like a dog in heat for you to let him do anything else.

" Bo.."

A whine suddenly comes out of the man, signaling a response.

" Let me take care of you, baby... don't want you to just come from dry humping my hand." You asserted,pulling Bo's face close to yours, boring into his blown-out eyes. He nods frantically, too dumb to even say yes or please. You chuckle lowly at his needy response soon straddling his waist.

Bo was confused, usually, girls would start would a blowjob or a handjob. But you wanted to touch him, all over. You started to kiss his neck, just like he did. You were whispering some naughty shit in his ear. " gonna make you feel so good, wanna see who gonna be fucked out first" soon you go to his nipples. You could hear his heart racing, waiting for your next move. You were tracing his areolas.

"nngh..what the fuck" his deep voice whined. He soon gasps as you suckle on his left nipple, still playing with the other. the man under you was jolting, basically spacing from the unfamiliar feeling.

Letting go from the now-soaked nipple, you exclaimed, " Like it when I play with you like this bo? Didn't expect it to feel so good huh?"

A low whine filled your ear followed by more convulsions as you press your knee against his hard-on. After you played with his abused nipples, you kiss along his abdomen soon learning that it was very sensitive to Bokuto. Wanton Whines and whimpers were filling the still air, pairing well with the crashing waves.

"Need to make you feel good now..." Bokuto groaned grabbing your waist to pull you up...all the way to his face.

You giggled at his re-found boldness. You lift yourself a bit to add space between your throbbing cunt and his face.

"lemme help you out" You muttered as you slid off your bikini bottom, letting him have access to your cunt. Your slick was already dripping onto his cheek.

"it's ready for you Bo- ohmygod!"

It was like he was starved. He suddenly went to licking at your folds, slurping the slick that coated them. Wanting a taste of you.

" Bo..slow down-ah- m right here mkay?"

The suckling at your clit drove you insane, leaving you grinding yourself into his face even more, almost suffocating the starving man. Your scent was the only thing that was really suffocating him though. It was driving him to make you come on his tongue, His mind was already hazy from the oud and your scent just tops it off.

"Please..." he whines, bucking his hips into the air " come on my tongue baby" Mouth muffled but you can definitely hear the request. Your body was trembling on top of him as he thrust his tongue inside of you. A string of pleases was coming out of the man's mouth. The neediness is always just enough for you to finally come. A groan left your mouth as you squirted inside his mouth, also leaving a trail of your juice in the corners of his mouth.

As you lifted yourself off of him, you were greeted with a grin. Like he was an id who received his favorite toy. Looking down, you see a large wet patch on his boxers, followed by his softening dick twitching from his no touch orgasm.

" also fucked my hand to me doing that to you haha" he chuckled lowly, still hazy from your scent. You smiled at the random confession, briefly picturing his head back, pumping his cock to the thought of making you come undone with his tongue.

" You taste really good ya know?" He whispered, holding you close again, already missing your warmth.

You chuckled at his statement " I do huh-"

Suddenly you were met with a sloppy kiss, tasting your essence on his lips, his tongue, and the entirety of his mouth. He breaks the kiss while boring into your orbs

"see?"

[morphillis]

 .꒷꒦.‧ ❝ tua voz, oniseia

[shoutaswhore]

Tobio would be so sweet to you on your first day of work, when you are so anxious and so worried about not being liked by your new coworkers. He texts you constantly throughout the day, sending you cute images of your pet kitten that you had gotten for your 2 year anniversary together, he named they grey kitty spike. At your lunch break he would ask of you need him to DoorDash you something. The moment you get home he would be on you and hugging you, kissing your face all over, saying how proud he is of you for doing your best. And telling you that he has a bath already running for you.

[oh-my-may]

Atsumu comforting you when you’re stressed

requested: Umm I'm probably gonna ask a lot here cause haikyuu is life-, anyway can you maybe make a atsumu x reader imagine that like the reader has mental breakdowns from family and school problems and always tries to hide her bad thoughts and emotions from tsumu cause she's scared of his reaction so he like finds out and gets all serious and keeps Her in his arms and comforts her and stuff. Completely understandable if you don't wanna do this I don't wanna bother you! Sorry for the detailed fic!❤️

Hello there, thanks for the request! I tried my best with it, hope you like it. It also turned out a bit longer than planned but I’m not mad about it lol

·       It’s been really rough for you lately. School work literally suffocated you and you always put pressure on yourself to get the best possible results out of tests and essays.

·       Normally you don’t care and just do your work, but it’s almost the end of the school year and all teachers throw extra work around and everyday you get more homework that consumes your free time.

·       You find yourself working until late at night and only getting minimum sleep and often you just sit at your desk and cry on the paper because it just doesn’t seem to stop and you can’t take it anymore

·       On top of that there lately have been some problems at home. Your parents are stressed because of work and come home late and you constantly get into fights because of your tempers. You are all basically in the same situation but you don’t really speak about it what frustrates you.

·       You just try to spend a lot of time in your room and avoid tricky situations, but that’s not always doable. You can’t even wrap your head around school work properly because the voices of your parents and siblings constantly play in your head, fighting and shouting.

·       It’s gotten so bad that you feel bad about not having enough time for your boyfriend, Atsumu.

·       He’s been nothing but a sweetheart, accepting the fact that you don’t always have time for him because it’s also been a little stressful for him with school and volleyball.

·       But he noticed that when you see each other, you avoid questions about school and your family and you don’t want to meet at your place, only just his home and other places.

·       You know you don’t act like yourself in front of him, but you’re really scared of telling him about your struggles because you don’t want to worry him and add onto his list of hardships.

·       What you don’t know though, is that he’s already dead worried about you, constantly checking up on you, calling you, asking your friends and family about you.

·       That’s how he eventually finds out about all your school work, because your mom tells him how you’re basically locking yourself up in your room working on essays and homework. She also admits how everyone’s temper has been a little heated because of work and therefore the atmosphere at home was a little intense.

·       She tells him to look out for you and talk to you, because he’s probably the only one that you’ll let in your room.

·       So the next day, he comes to your house with your favourite snacks and movie and the hoodie you like stealing from him.

·       Listen Atsumu may an “asshole” at times but he cares deeply for his s/o because they’re the only one who can calm him down at he feels truly comfortable around, so he doesn’t want you to feel sad and hide your feelings and problems from him.

·       When someone knocks on your door, at first you don’t even notice. You have your earphones in and listen to some relaxing music while working on an assignment.

·       He lets himself in after you don’t react several times and he finds you with your back turned to him, sitting at your desk, deeply concentrated. He sees how your shoulders seem tense and your fingers are slightly shaking and he realizes just how stressed exactly you are. It immediately breaks his hearts because he didn’t notice at first.

·       But he’s here now and very carefully walks up behind you, wraps his arms around your shoulders and places a long, soft kiss on your head.

·       You jump up a little and literally rip your earphones out, but you immediately relax once you recognize your boyfriends. “Tsumu.”, you whisper and he just hums as an answer and the air that escapes his mouth softly brushes over your hair and makes you smile.

·       You turn around in your chair to look at him. “What are you doing here?”, you ask as he takes your hands and gently pulls you out of the chair. His eyes wander over your face and observe you swollen and reddened eyes, your tear stained cheeks and your tense muscles. He cups your face with his hands and rubs his thumbs over your cheeks, whilst he pulls you with him towards your bed. “I know you’re stressed, babe.”, he finally explains and you turn to avoid his gaze, but he doesn’t let you. “No, look at me. I’m not mad at you or anything, just tell me about your problems next time, yeah? I hate seeing you like this, all stressed out and frustrated. I’m your boyfriend after all, am I not supposed to help you when you’re going through things like that?”

·       He sits down on the bed and you climb onto his lap and bury your face in his neck, while his hands softly wander over your back. You breathe in his scent and just feel his presence and warmth. It soothes you immensely and you could almost fall asleep.

·       In the end you don’t know why you were so hesitant to tell him about it. He understands your struggles and tries to help you as good as he can. You apologize several times, but he just brushes it off and insists that as long as you’re feeling better now, it doesn’t matter.

·       He convinces you to let your school work rest for some time so he can cuddle you. He puts on the movie and you snack on some chocolate and chips he brought while he rubs your head and back, places soft kisses on your skin and tells you about his practice and team mates. It distracts and relaxes you completely. It’s just what you needed.

·       Next time pls tell him about your concerns immediately bc he worries for you and doesn’t want you to feel lonely and stressed ever : (((

[tinkertea]

to no avail.

synopsis: you are struggling to fall asleep. suna tries to help.

warnings: none, just boyfriend suna being an angel.

category: fluff.

word count: 783

"how is it possible that i could fall asleep every second of the day but as soon as my head hits the pillow i'm wide awake?", you complain for the what seems like hundredth time this week alone.

suna hums at that, understanding your struggle all too well since he was plagued by insomnia back in high school. he knows how exhausted you were from tossing and turning every night.

personally, he thinks it's your every day stress that keeps you awake, however, stressing about not being able to sleep obviously didn't seem to solve your problem. so he tries helping you ⎯⎯ in his own subtle way.

suna wants you to implement good sleep hygiene but he's not an idiot, he knows that if he'd tell you that straight up you'd just roll your eyes and huff about being a responsible adult. as if that makes the brightness if your phone's screen before going to sleep any better.

so he starts his mission slowly ⎯⎯ by making you a cup of lavender tea every evening at the same time. the herbal tea soothes you, you enjoy the smell of it and it also makes your heart skips a beat at how thoughtful you boyfriend is.

the next step of his master plan was to get you to write your worries down in a diary.

"that's just silly, rin" you are irritated by his request, making him sigh at your reaction. aren't you just ever the sceptic and know-it-all? "come on, love. at least give it a shot. i think it would really help you to leave your worries behind.", he replies. when you remain stubborn, he gets closer, tugging a stray piece of hair behind you ear.

his voice is a bit deeper now as he lets you in on a secret,"i do it, too. all the time actually. you know the black notebook i always carry? that's what it's about." your eyes widen in surprise at his confession and wander to the notebook he got for you. it is pretty, simple. the front is covered in your favourite colour with some pictures of plants decorating it. "fine", you say as you grab the book on the table,"i'll try it. for you." he smiles at that and nods. "for me", suna agrees.

his heart swells a little with pride when he checks in on you another night while he's still playing some video games and hears soft music play. it seems like it’s supposed to make you fall asleep. but even with just the bedroom door cracked open, your eyes still find him immediately. "been listening to this stupid playlist for an hour now",you grumble. "i'm sorry, baby",he replies,"just one more round with the boys and i'll come to you, okay?"

he spends almost every day pondering over what else might help you to fall asleep. but no matter what he comes up with, no matter what article he reads online about this issue  ⎯⎯ it all seems to be to no avail. only when it seems like you've tried every spotify playlist to fall asleep to does he have an epiphany.

the next evening he makes you maintain your new bed time routine - he brings you lavender tea, he watches you write in your diary, he even somehow convinced you to not check your phone for at least an hour before going to bed - yet when it's time for the playlist that's supposed to put you to sleep, he settles next to you instead with a book in hand. you raise your eyebrow at him but he just pats his chest for you to lay your head on and so you oblige.

the lamp on the night stand barely provides enough light to read you think but if suna has any trouble with it, he doesn't let you catch on. instead he quietly starts reading 'the hobbit' to you. his deep voice is soothing, calming. it's like silk as he brings tolkien's story to life.

he should have thought of this sooner he thinks to himself. it's one of his favourite books he read growing up and he even used to read it to his younger sister. after the first chapter, he glances at you. your eyes were closed, your breathing going slow and deep. your eyelashes cast long shadows on your cheeks in the dim light of the lamp on the night stand and suna takes a moment to admire you.

with the steady thumping of his heart on one ear and his rich voice lulling you to sleep on another, you didn't stand a chance of staying awake - even if you had wanted to.

[wipeawaythedebt]

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Although Kenma has many fangirls, he doesn't believe in his good looks. Especially since y/n is perfect in his eyes. He tends to be a realist most of the times and in this situation he believes the realistic thing is that y/n will choose Rin over him.

Akaashi is very confused.

Atsumu slowly tries to get back into your lives, but he knows he has a very long way to go to gain back trust and friendship.

[imaginetho]

Hello there× can I have a drabble about a one time jealous kuroo? He ain't really jealous because he trusts his girlfriend and their relationship a lot, but he sees his "rival" daishou suguru talking to his s/o who's just won the semi finals of the national volley tournament. His s/o is a friendly flirty type but not in the romantic way if you get me, so he sees her smacking his shoulder like a "tender touch" and he is just pissed to *that* level? Over protective and salt overflowing? Thank you~

ello love! since you’ve already described everything very well, i’ll just go on and write a scenario on what he’d do and how he’ll handle it! i hope you like this ^^

Kuroo have always been cool and collected when it came to everything. Well, everything except you getting a little too close to his number 1 rival, Daisho Suguru. 

It already made him roll his eyes when he saw you talking to him, but right now, it’s making him wanna roll Daisho into another dimension when he saw you touching him as he laughed and even blushed.

He knows you’re just really friendly and a light tease, but still, out of everyone, him?  

It’s like you’ve hit a close nerve. 

Exhaling slowly but rather loudly as he stood a bit far away and watched, he could feel the annoyance creeping up and making it a little too hard to stay calm. 

He trusts you all right, he just doesn’t like the smugness and side lip smirks Daisho keeps shooting at him every now and then. He knows he’s only doing that to piss him off and this time, it’s actually working.

“Alrighty then.” he mumbled to himself and started making his way towards the two of you.

Even with the jealousy running through his veins right now, he refuses to show it. On his face that is. He won’t show it on his face and give Daisho the pleasure of knowing he’ve pissed him off so he’ll use actions instead. 

When he was near enough, you finally seemed to notice him. You turned around facing him and he took that chance to slide his arm on your waist and give you a soft peck on the lips. 

He could hear Daisho lightly protesting with a “Tch.” while rolling his eyes. 

His arm was still on your waist even as the two of you turned to face Daisho and continued talking to him. 

Seems like you still aren’t catching up on the fact that Kuroo was not liking this. 

Guess he really has to do the thing he’ve always wanted to do in public but you wouldn’t let him because you were too afraid not to be able to keep quiet.

He knows you’re weak when it comes to his touch, which is what makes this even more fun. Slowly, his hand started to move from around your waist to somewhere else. His favorite place. 

Your ass. 

While you talked and he smiled, his hand found the perfect spot and he gave it a good squeeze. With a satisfied look on his face, he could hear the whimper you let out. 

Another favorite thing of his about you is the sounds you make upon his touch. 

Your face was turning colors, with Daisho in front of you, and the sound you just made, you didn’t know wether the moan you let out was too loud or not and if Daisho heard you or not, but judging from the looks he’s giving you right now, he must have.

“Oh, are you okay baby?” Kuroo innocently asked.

“I’m fine.” You gave a weak smile.

Daisho was just about to say something else when Kuroo squeezed one more time, forcing you to excuse yourself because you knew if you stayed any longer, the sounds you’ll be making won’t be words.

The two of you left, leaving behind a disappointed Daisho. You walked angrily, holding Kuroo by the hand as he followed you from behind with a very pleased looking smile on his face.

When you finally reached to a quiet hallway where there was no one but the two of you did you turn around and face him. 

He noticed your cheeks a little red, but you were trying to hide the smile you always have when he does something you like. 

“What the hell Kuroo?” you said. “We were in public and you know I can’t control myself!” you sighed. 

“My hand slipped.” he retorted.

You chuckled and wrapped your arms around his waist, bringing him closer to you until your entire bodies were touching. Slowly, you tilted your head and kissed him on the lips. 

“Oops, my lips slipped.”

[sanderchu]

Sand omg I'm so in love with Tanaka ryuunosuke he's so yes

Anyways could you write a lil something for friends to lovers with him?

Like him and reader were best friends in primary school and now they reunite at a tournament!

-🕸

Winning tournament

Note: this is adorable 😭

Reader: Fem!reader(Just fits)

[writing] or hcs

Friends to lovers

Flashback

“When I become famous youll want to stay stuck with me! Trust me >:)” young Tanaka said as you both played outside in his backyard. “In your dreams >:p” you said sticking your tongue out at him making him chase you resulting in you scream laugh as he chases after you. “Trolls!” You and Tanaka stopped running making Tanaka bump into you but both of you got trapped into the trance of having your name called. “Dinners ready you staying y/n? It’s your favorite” Saeko said from the back door. You nodded and you and Tanaka ran inside, “calm it trolls!” She laughed before closing the door.

[end of that]

“I’m telling you Noya they were amazing” Tanaka ranted to noya about you guys as kids and all the memories. “Seems like you had a crush on her” noya joked making Tanaka turn red and look away but his eyes quickly noticed something a bit far from his view but as clear as day. Tanaka turned his head blocking out everything when he noticed, you. His eyes widened in surprise as he noticed you in your uniform playing volleyball from the same kid that practically hated it to the same tournament as him but for the girls team. “Are you even listening?” Noya asked but by the time he turned to look at Tanaka he was gone making his entrance to you.

“Excuse me?” He asked nervously hoping you were the right person. You turned your head and there you were your eyes as widened as his seeing him. “TANAKA!” You screamed pulling him into a big hug making him tense. You noticed and pulled back, “sorry” you laughed, “it’s just been so long” he smiled and scratched the back of his neck, “sure has” thankfully to him you were so excited to see him that you didn’t notice the blush on his face. You two caught up having your laughs until, “Tanaka!” He turned around to see noya behind him

“As much as i know your in love with her and this situation, we have to go” Tanaka only got brighter at noya comment. “I’m coming I’ll be right there-“ noya shrugged walking away and Tanaka faced you again. “You should really get going” you smiled before leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek and kept walking past him. “See you from the crowd! Oh! And win for me cutie” You laughed waving as you walked away leaving Tanaka there speechless and red as ever and as still as a staute until…“TANAKA”

“C-COMING”

[apollostears]

BEEN LIKE THIS [ h. iwaizumi ] II

↬︎ anime: haikyuu

↬︎ pairing(s): iwaizumi hajime x fem!black!reader & kyōtani kentarō x fem!black!reader

↬︎ warning(s): swearing, mentions of violence, slight ooc!iwaizumi

↬︎ wc: 2.5k

↬︎ PLOT. after breaking up with your longtime boyfriend, iwaizumi, you’re now finding comfort in old friends.

part one

one year timeskip

"please, this kid is going to lose his fucking mind over this." kyōtani cursed excitedly, wrapping up the baby gift in cool alien wrapping.

you had walked past, holding a bag of gifts you had gotten your godson for his first birthday tomorrow. between you, oikawa, and his friends that baby was spoiled. emma hated it, but only because you guys always beat her to the best surprises.

"it still pisses me off how good you are at gift wrapping." you murmured, setting the bag by the front door and then talking a seat next to your boyfriend on the couch.

after breaking up with iwaizumi and having to start over, you ended up forming an uncanny relationship with kyōtani. the two of you had always been close since high school and had slowly drifted due to your commitment with iwaizumi and his with pro-volleyball. he was one of the first people to comfort you, despite the previous respect he had held for his old teammate.

you hadn't wanted to fall in love again, especially so soon. and you honestly thought you never would until you and kyōtani hung out more and it became easy. easy to fall in love with someone who loved you long before you realized it yourself. at that point, it was six months post-breakup and you hadn't heard from iwaizumi ever since that day.

while you were the godmother to oikawa and emma's son, iwaizumi was the godfather. you knew that you'd have to face him tomorrow for the first time in over a year, but you couldn't find yourself to care. not when he had easily moved onto his coworker less than two months after y'all ended things. besides, tomorrow was about your godson and nobody would distract you from that.

"princess, you're staring again." kyōtani mumbled, redness coating the apple's of his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

"sorry my love. make sure write it's from you AND me. i refuse to have a repeat of the last time we got him something and you flipped it to make it look like it was only you." you lightly scolded, grabbing the remote to put something on.

kyōtani grumbled under his breath before reaching over to press a quick kiss to your lips and place the last gift on the table. with the sendai frogs on a by-week, you and kyōtani were spending some much needed couple time together.

"you nervous about seeing him?" kyōtani asked after a moment of silence as the tv show played in the background.

settled under his arm, you couldn't see his face but you could tell that he wasn't looking at you. "nervous? no. anxious? maybe. i just don't want him to do anything to jeopardize bubba's day." you admitted, dreading what would happen if iwaizumi dared to make a scene at your godson's first birthday party.

kyōtani gave you a reassuring squeeze in response, dropping the issue after that. it went without saying that kyōtani would quite literally do anything to maintain your happiness. even if it meant fighting someone whom he used to be friends with.

the oikawa house was completely decked out in alien decor. the whole thing looked like it cost a grip but it was a nice feeling to know that tooru was still the bougiest motherfucker you knew. walking up the steps to the house, kyōtani held the bag of gifts in one hand and held your hand in the other. using your free hand, you used the secret 'alien' knock emma created, to get it.

they were both dorks honestly.

the two of you waited a moment before the door opened to reveal hanamaki dressed like an alien. big head and all. kyōtani busted out laughing at his old teammate while you tried your best to hide your amusement.

"how much are they paying you?" you asked, tears welling up in your eyes from how ridiculous he looked.

"not enough." he deadpanned, taking the bag of gifts from kyōtani to put with the others. "close the door please." he called out, walking away from you two.

"this is the funniest thing i've ever seen oikawa do."

you finally let out your own laughs as you caught a glimpse of hanamaki hitting his head on the chandelier from it being too big. "i have to pee!" you wheezed out, hunched over in complete tears at the situation.

"c-come on babe. we gotta go—we gotta go see the kid." kyōtani stuttered, unable to contain his own laughter.

"y'all make me sick." hanamaki muttered, walking past the two of you to go take a seat on the couch.

after a minute, you both regained your composure and made your way to the back where everyone was at. so caught up in the sight that was hanamaki, you had forgotten all about your ex and happily went out to the backyard.

it didn't take long to spot your godson as he had spotted you before you were able to land eyes on him. you heard your name being yelled and then saw a cute toddler force his way out of his godfather's arms.

letting go of kyōtani’s hand, you crouched down with open arms to scoop the little boy up and pull him close to you. “there’s the birthday boy!!! how are you my little angel??”

he flashed you a toothy grin before rubbing noses with you to signal his happiness. it was odd, but when he was only a few months, he started doing that with you every time he was happy and it just stuck.

“uncle mad dog!” he screeched, flinging his arms out for kyōtani to hug him.

oikawa’s to blame for the nickname still being in play, but honestly, kyōtani didn’t mind. he’d do anything for the little spawn of satan. to him, baby oikawa was an angel born from an angelic mother and a demon father. it’s a funny joke the two of them have.

“y/n! mad dog-chan! glad you guys could make it!”

speaking of the devil. . .

oikawa and emma both walked over to you guys dressed up in star trek attire. your godson wiggled himself out of kyōtani’s arms and ran off to his friends that were playing in the bouncy house.

meeting the married couple halfway, you shared your greetings and followed them where the other adults were sitting. just about everyone was there, sitting and talking with daichi and ushijima on the grill, probably to prevent the others from eating all the meat.

iwaizumi sat next to akaashi with a pregnant woman on his lap and a ring on her finger. it was the same woman you remember meeting when she joined the black jackals team as an assistant athletic trainer to iwaizumi. honestly, you weren’t surprised that that was who he ended up with. you were just surprised at how fast they were moving. you’re with someone for four plus years and never got proposed to. let alone pregnant.

“did little oikawa call you mad dog, kyōtani?” kuroo snickered, a knowing smirk on his face.

you playfully rolled your eyes at his behavior before taking a seat next to emma on the shared hammock. “you still lookin like a rooster?” your man fired back, grabbing a drink from the cooler before sitting in between kindaichi and tendou.

the rest of you laughed at kuroo’s pouty face, enjoying the familiarity of it all.

“y/n, did you get the gift i sent you for your promotion?” hinata asked excitedly, lean legs having grown a bit with his hair still as orange as ever. he had an arm around yachi’s shoulders and it made you smile that the two finally got together.

“yes, i did thank you sho! it was very sweet of you.”

hinata smiled brightly at you in thanks. he was always sending gifts to his friends for every little achievement. it was sweet.

“i saw the huge bag of gifts you and ken brought in. please don’t tell me you spoiled the mess out of my baby.” emma pouted, giving you and kyōtani a look.

you put your hands up in shock. “in our defense. . . i told y/n not to go over board.” kyōtani spoke, throwing you under the bus.

“oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me! all we did was buy him a toy or two. . .or ten. plus the newest motorized car that just came out.” you answered sheepishly, realizing that you may have went over board.

emma gasped and lightly hit you in the arm. “now when he throws tantrums because he can’t get his way, i’m blaming you.”

you just laughed knowing that there was no way your sweet angel baby could ever throw a tantrum. “you got him that too? oh, what a coincidence!”

it was unintentional, but the hairs on your skin stood up as you heard her voice. she was looking at you with a smile, almost in a nice-nasty kind of way and it made your skin crawl.

“hmm, that’s unfortunate. no worries, that’s what receipts are for!” you answered back, trying your best to come off as polite.

the two of you had never formally met. you just saw her in passing when the boys were talking about her one practice. iwaizumi had never mentioned her to your prior to your breakup and you never brought it up to him.

“we’ve never met, have we? i’m maki, hajime’s fiancé.”

you could feel the energy shift as all eyes were on the two of you. emma held your hand and squeezed it as a warning. she knew what kind of woman maki was and knew she’d be able to get under your skin.

“good for you.” you gave a tight lipped smile before turning your attention to lev who was sitting in the chair next to you. “i saw you in the vogue magazine for germany with your sister. you guys looked amazing!”

lev had opened his mouth to speak, surprised that you had directed your attention to him instead of the woman across from you two, but was cut off by maki.

“hajime and i won’t be returning our gift by the way. we brought it here first after all. just wouldn’t be fair.” she interjected rudely.

feeling yourself grow irritated, you took a deep breath and exhaled, turning to face her now that she’s interrupted your conversation with lev. “that’s fine. i’m sure he’ll love the gift.”

you could see her face drop at the response you gave, seeing that it wasn’t the one she wanted. this woman could try all she wanted, she wasn’t going to win. no matter how much iwaizumi’s very presence makes your soul itch, you weren’t going to come out of character for her.

“didn’t you used to date haji? thank you, by the way, for giving him to me.”

now that comment made you heat up. you were tired of her already trying shit, and at a children’s party no less. there were few things you played about and your godson was one of them. you were not about to let her ruin this.

“iwaizumi, you better get your girl.” kyōtani warned, already growing agitated at her childish behavior.

your ex scoffed, now choosing to speak up. “nobody’s scared of you or her. besides, all my fiancé has done was tell the truth.”

“that’s enough hajime. cut it out man.” oikawa advised, but it was too late. the damage had been done and now you were mad.

leaning forward in the hammock, you clasped your hands together and narrowed your eyes at the vile couple before you before speaking.

“let’s get something clear; i am not the one nor the two. this is my godson’s first birthday party and i refuse to let you two bitches, fuck this up. rest assured, that if you say anything else sideways out yo mouth, i will drag you pregnant and all. your fiancé is a bitch and ain’t shit and won’t ever be shit. matter of fact, tell me; did he propose to you before or after he knocked you up?”

“oh shit.” atsumu uttered out loud as the rest of them listened to you clear her and iwaizumi with a quickness.

maki and iwaizumi looked at you in anger. “say something else to her and i will, quite literally, fuck you up.” kyōtani threatened, coming to stand behind you.

your heart was racing with adrenaline, ready to see what would happen next from the two. “that’s enough. y/n’s right, this is for my son and the fact that you are trying to start unnecessary problems, is very inappropriate. i’m going to have ask for you to leave." emma ordered.

“are you kidding me? oikawa, you can’t just kick me out of my own godson’s party.” iwaizumi protested, baffled that he was actually being asked to leave.

oikawa shook his head in disappointment. “i’m sorry, but your behavior towards y/n has been unacceptable. what my wife says, goes. we don’t need the unnecessary drama and i also don’t want to see witness maki being dog walked up and down my backyard.”

it was silent after oikawa’s admission and you were honestly a little surprised that he said what he said. iwaizumi would always be his best friend, but now that he was a father and a married man, there were other things more important than friendships. he wouldn’t allow iwaizumi or maki to ruin his son’s birthday nor disrespect you and get away with it. enough was enough.

“wow. you’re unreal you know that?” maki scoffed, standing up from iwaizumi’s lap and gathering her things.

you watched quietly as the two left the group of y’all and went out the gate to their car. once they were out of sight, you released a breath you didn’t know you were holding and relaxed.

“are you ok?” emma asked you while kyōtani rubbed your shoulders gently.

“girl, i almost dog walked a pregnant lady! that was some scary shit.” you laughed, coming down from the adrenaline rush.

at your joke, the others laughed and slowly eased the residual tension. “is it wrong that i would’ve definitely paid to see that?” tendou asked.

“yeah, cause then i’d have to arrest you guys.” daichi commented, walking over from the grill with tongs in his hands and an apron on that said ‘kiss the cop.’

you were 100% sure suga bought that as a gag gift that daichi took literally.

“oh here comes officer daichi. always killing the vibe.” tanaka said sarcastically, to which earned him a slap to the back of the head by kiyoko.

“yeah yeah, come on so we can eat.” he muttered before going back over to ushijima.

as everyone stood up to gather the kids and get ready to eat, you and kyōtani stayed behind to talk.

“you okay princess?” he asked, sitting next to you in emma’s spot and pulling you in for a hug.

you nodded, grateful for his presence. “i love you kentaro.”

“i love you more baby. always.”

NOTE. i hope you guys liked this final installment! i know a few of you asked for a part two, so i hope this did you justice! thank you for reading!

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