#it was originally for someone else but now it's kuroo

[haikyuufanficwriting]

Chapter 13: Kenma

Prompt: Reader tucking Character's hair behind their ear to help them get it out of their face Character: Kenma _______________

The first time it ever happened, you were nine and he was eight. You, Kuroo and Kenma were hanging out in his room, watching Kenma play some game on his console, adding the additional comment every now and then.

It was, in your opinion at least, an extremely difficult level; the precision and accuracy needed was more than you could ever do, but you watched in fascination as Kenma did it flawlessly. To nobody’s surprise, he was on a roll, and even with the added pressure of an audience behind him, he performed to the absolute max.

Until his hair came into his much-needed view.

You watched the unfazed boy slowly get more and more irritated, at the reoccurring hair entering his eyeline. With every quick swish of his neck, it returned. And with every return; a more panicked motion.

“Stupid gravity.” Kenma muttered, to which you and Kuroo just laughed. But soon the movement started to bother you. That couldn’t be comfortable for his neck, and the extra movement was probably distracting him. So, when he did it for the umpteenth time, you groaned in annoyance.

“For God’s sake.” With that, you leaned over the bed you were laying on, took a finger and traced his bangs along his forehead to drag it behind his ear. You could feel his body tightened up, but you didn’t make the connection.

“There.” You say with a sigh before going to original position.

You couldn’t see, nor could you tell at the time, but Kenma’s entire face had heated up. He had stopped playing, as if he was trying to process what had just happened. You tilted your head to the side, confused when the video game character stopped moving. Kuroo however, just watched in thinly veiled amusement, somehow knowing exactly what Kenma’s thought process was.

“Is the level too much for you Kenma? You went all red.” Kuroo had asked, but you didn’t see the shit-eating grin on his face as he questioned his best friend.

“S-shut-up.” Was all Kenma could mutter, before going back into the zone and finishing the level. Soon, it was time for dinner and the event had been forgotten.

By everyone except Kenma.

For nights on end, he remembered the way your fingers felt on his skin, the tingle that came along with them as they traced the path to his ear. He remembered going red whenever he thought of it, and his heart beating a thousand times a minute. While you thought nothing of it, for the longest time, it meant everything to him.

Years and years went by, and he eventually forgot its importance to him. There were new games to conquer, consoles to buy, and though he never truly gave it much thought, it never really left him either.

To his knowledge, you were the only person to make him feel that way.

The second time it happened; years had gone by. You three were no longer in elementary school, but now in high school. With Kenma in his first year and you and Kuroo in your second, your friendship had only grown stronger. You were convinced by Kuroo to join the volleyball club as manager, his reasoning being “Now that Kenma’s here, how else are you going to spend your afternoons?”

It was after another dutiful practice. Like always, Kenma was lagging. You knew that he never really took the training well; being more of an inside cat than outdoor. Still, the fact that he was trying made you want to encourage him and aid him in the best way you could.

As a manager, you felt that was your duty.

(You remember being questioned by the team, well actually Yamamotto, as to why you catered towards Kenma so much. And straight-faced, you replied with “Because this is the only social activity he does; I don’t want one of my best friends to be a hermit.” Which was promptly followed by a certain someone’s hyena laugh.)

“Testsuro, where’s Kenma?” You asked Kuroo, looking around the gym noticing that he wasn’t there. Kuroo gave an annoyed side gaze to the third years, laughing with each other. “They asked him to get some stuff from the closet. They keep picking on him; there’s no way he can carry that stuff on his own.” You feel a sense of worry start to form in your chest, before clicking your tongue.

“I’ll talk to the coach later. Let me go help.” Kuroo gives you a nod, before you make your way to the supply closet in the hallway. Before you can even get there, you see Kenma carrying what looks to be a thousand things; legs slightly trembling with every step, with things stacked so high you couldn’t properly see his face. You were immediately nervous that he might fall.

“Kenma! Why are you carrying all that stuff at once? You’re gonna fall!” Your voice startles him, which makes sense seeing that he couldn’t view his peripheral.

“I didn’t want to make two trips.” His quiet voice wraps around the million items he’s carrying, and it makes you roll your eyes, huffing out a laugh at the ridiculousness.

“Well, at least we know that when it comes to intelligence and efficiency, you choose efficiency. Give me some of those.” You reach for about half of the pile, and place them on the floor, so you can reorganize them better to hold. While doing that, you notice that the movement had swept Kenma’s chin length hair into his face, with him scrunching his nose desperately to move it away.

It was pretty cute actually. You giggled at the sight.

“For God’s sake.” And with a strange sense of Déjà vu, he felt your fingers brush his hair away from his nose, away from his eye, as you so familiarly traced his hairline to the back of his ear, sweeping the hair from his face.

Then just like that, all the feelings that came once before all those years ago, came rushing back in an instant.

And all the balance he had mustered disappeared.

The next few moments were blurred by his rushing thoughts and your shaken rambles of apologies, but he knew one thing for sure.

He wasn’t going to forget anything like that again.

~~

The memories stuck with him hard. A little too hard if you asked Kenma.

The sensation of your hands on him snuck into his mind at any given moment, most of the time fighting to stop himself from turning completely red and a puddle of embarrassment. Kenma’s struggle began to start taking a toll, meaning that people were starting to notice. People like Kuroo was starting to ask questions, like how he didn’t see that obvious solution in the level of the game he was playing, Yamamoto was terrorizing him in why he wasn’t focusing in their practices, and worst of all, you.

You were asking why he was acting so different around you. Why he was so fidgety, quiet and reserved. More so than ever before. He couldn’t formulate an answer.

Yes, it was clear that Kenma was the center of attention.

And if there’s anything that Kenma hated more, it was being the center of attention.

At this point the only logical thing he could do to get himself back in order was to hole out in his room for a couple days, wait for all of his… everything to calm down and restore homeostasis.

So that’s exactly what he did.

He hid in his room, claiming illness and doing nothing but playing video games. Just like when he was a kid. It was refreshing really, having nothing to worry about. Acting as though he wasn’t imploding in on himself like a dying star when he considered the possibility that he crushing on you, one of his best friends since grade school.

But it was pretty hard to act like nothing was wrong when you burst into Kenma’s room, face hot and angry to catch him doing exactly what you thought he was doing.

You had started speculating something being off with the man in question when he stumbled and stuttered threw his sentence after the ‘closet incident’ (You decided to name it). Something he hadn’t done in years around you. Then when he didn’t show up for practice or school, without so much as a text message, you started to realize it.

The bastard was purposefully trying not to see you.

“I get that he’s not a confrontational person, but this is a new low. I’m his best friend.” You grumbled, sitting next to Kuroo on the train as he scrolled on his phone, only looking up when he needed to.

“Uh, I’m pretty sure I’m his best friend.” You whipped to glare at the third year. “Oh, wow thank you that’s very helpful.” He chuckles, clearly amused at your distress and frustration. You sighed, moving your hair out of your face, looking at the lack of calls and messages from him. To be completely honest, you’re surprised at how much it bothered you.

You didn’t seem like the idea of Kenma not caring. It was unlike him, especially when it came to you.

“I mean he texted me.” You can feel the smugness coming off the captain in waves. You groaned in disgust, both at him and at the situation. “You’re an ass you know that?” He laughs, dismissing the comment entirely.

“You don’t know what’s really going on you know. He really could be sick. My suggestion, go to his house and find that, one he’s lying, and you can call him out. Or two, Kenma was actually sick, and you’ll feel like an idiot. Either way, it’s a win-win.” You slap Kuroo’s arm at his teasing, to which he only smiles. God, he could be insufferable sometimes, but you were kind of stuck with him. Kenma too.

You both got off your stop and walked until you parted ways, letting his words bounce around in your mind. Were you the kind of person that hunted someone who was blatantly avoiding you and not wanting to talk to you for your own personal gain?

Apparently, you were, because you found your feet turning onto Kenma’s street instead of your own.

Which brought you to your current situation.

“What is your problem?” You had started, tone already edged towards a yell as you watched Kenma jump off his bed in surprise, no sickness in sight and the universal sound of a death in a game he was playing.

You watched his mouth gap for a second, clearly having too many thoughts flow through his mind. His cheeks begin to tint red as he muttered. “I said I wasn’t feeling well. I told the team.” You scoff.

“Oh bullshit! You’ve been acting weird since last week, and if you have something to tell me, you should say it to my face,” You didn’t realize you had walked towards him, but your legs seemed to have a mind of their own today. Usually when brought with amount of hostility you expected Kenma to shrink into a corner, or maybe melt into a puddle if physically possible. But he didn’t move, didn’t speak.

He kept his eyes locked on you. You were too upset to notice the intensity. Or the growing tension thickening the atmosphere of the room.

“I thought we were close enough for you to be comfortable telling me anything. And I don’t even know if I did anything wrong!” You got closer to him still, your voice getting louder in anger. Because you were truly confused; you had no idea what you could’ve possibly done.

“What happened?” You asked, challenging him. You finally took the time to search his eyes, only to be caught off-guard with the storm behind his eyes. He looks at you, calculated, like he did in his volleyball games. Thinking of every possibility.

You didn’t have any time to think or act or call his name when Kenma, with more confidence you had ever seen in him, pulls your face to his, kissing you passionately.

Surprising yourself, you didn’t realize that you were kissing him back until you were both gasping for breath.

Well… This is happening, I guess.

[errihaienx]

Hello!! Can I have a request hq characters reaction on being prank by their girlfriend. The prank will be the girlfriend will be fake texting someone while laughing while they are doing something on their phone. Thank youuu, love ur works btw. 🫶🏼

Hiii i am not quite sure who among all of the hq characters shall i write reaction on. so i applied multiple characters(characters who i am familiar with, i can't include everyone T^T) by the reaction that i think they will have during the prank! thank you for loving my works ( ๑ ˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و ♡

(REQ!)

quick disclaimer: these scenarios don't affect the original plot of the series. any information or events that contradict the original plot are purely fictional. (i do not own any of the characters) (I did not proofread this)

⠀:¨ ·.· ¨:⠀ ⠀ `· . ୨୧⠀HQ MEN REACTING TO YOUR 'FAKE TEXTING SOMEONE' PRANK

SUNA, Tsukishima, Kenma, Kunimi

"I KNEW IT BUT WHY AM I SO GRUMPY"

Actually saw and knew about the trend, but he didn't expect you to do this, so when he found out you were following the trend, he was taken aback.

though what he couldn't understand is why the hell is he grumpy and displeased about it even though he knows that it is just a prank

"Heyy, your mouth could reach the ground, stop pouting! you knew it was a prank, so why are you acting like that"

"You're such a child, why are you even doing those things?" he said sharply.

If you've just been his girlfriend for a short time, his remarks will hurt you, but at this point you just know that it's either his love language or he was born that way.

"So who's the grumpy one because I did some 'childish stuff'?" you laughed

You returned to the prank and began typing random letters while giggling, and then your phone was taken away in a matter of seconds.

"Hey! what are you doing!"

He checked your phone with strained brows, then handed it to you, his countenance considerably calmer now.

"What did you do?"

"I don't usually check phones coz that's your privacy but I can't help it, stop that antics of yours and just cuddle me that would've been better"

"I don't want to!"

"oh trust me you do"

OIKAWA, Atsumu, Kuroo, Terushima

"YOU DID ME SO DIRTY, I'LL BE DOIN' THE SAME >:("

It was a typical day for you and him; he was busy packing for an international match, at the same time you were laughing on your phone.

"What's the matter, babe?" He asked

He stopped doing his thing while his gaze fall upon you.

"N-nothing! I'm j-just talking with a friend.."

Your nervous chuckle made his eyebrow shot up. When he's packing his belongings, you usually help him, but he thinks it's strange because you're texting and giggling with someone else instead.

You snickered as you swiftly glanced at him, seeing his brow furrowed while stiffly folding his clothes.

That caused him to stare at you again, and this time he can't help himself.

"Babe."

"y-yeah?"

"Who are you texting."

"he's a-"

"He?! I haven't left yet and you are replacing me right away??"

You turned your phone off, trying not to giggle, and reached out your hand to him, which he ignored while looking at you.

"Explain." he sternly said, with his arms crossed.

"It was nothing! I just saw a video online about fake texting and I decided to-"

He interrupted you by laughing dryly. You handed him your phone and told him to check it himself if he was doubtful.

"I don't have to, I believe you. I can't just believe that you did this to me!"

You hugged him because he looked betrayed.

"Just wait until I start giggling and kicking my feet while texting someone!"

His childish words made you roll your eyes; he'll certainly never do this ever. He is totally committed to you.

SAKUSA, Kageyama, Ushijima

"UH YEAH OKAY GO ON, I'M HURT BUT I WON'T BE SAYIN' THAT TO YOU"

Your boyfriend arrived at your shared condo late at night. Tired and feeling a bit drowsy, you knew exactly what he needs. yourself

But, for the time being, he will not be getting that. You're busy pretending to text someone.

"My hugs..?"

You ignored him as you shifted your body so that it looked like you were hiding what you'd been doing.

"Love.. what are you doing?" he asked again

His voice was soft and desperate, so you kept typing random letters and let out a quick giggle that drew his attention.

"Oh are you talking with Sana-san?" he concluded

You finally looked at him with a grin on your face, finding his conclusion amusing.

"No, babe, I was talking with a male friend.. have you eaten?" you returned the question

You could see his eyes widen a little; he knew you didn't have any close male friends, so you expected him to question you. He, however, did not.

"Oh, okay.. go on continue talking to him."

His cold, trying-not-to-sound-jealous voice was hilarious, his ears growing red, and the way he acts in the next minutes confirms his jealousy.

He's always been this way; he's not the very jealous type, and when he is, he attempts to hide it and fails miserably. He'll be stiff and irritable, as though he doesn't know how to act.

After a few minutes had gone and you had not heard from him, you stood up and provided him a back hug.

"Hey baby, I was just kidding.. I missed you so much.."

He shifted his weight and is now facing you with a less tense manner, but his brow wrinkled clearly indicates that he needs a little clarification.

"You preferred to play some pranks on me rather than give me my hugs."

AKAASHI, Iwaizumi, Kita, Hinata, Sugawara, Osamu, Daichi

"I UNDERSTAND YOU MWA (ɔˆ ³(ˆᴗˆc)"

He got confused when he called you for dinner and you were still on your phone, texting and laughing constantly. especially since you had a motto "food always comes first!"

"My love? I called for you, you can continue that later.." He called again

He got your attention, and you acted annoyed by turning your phone off in a tetchy manner.

"Eat first, you were doing what?"

"I was messaging a friend, and he invited me to watch a movie with some of our mutual friends."

You assumed him to question you, but knowing your partner's personality, he didn't. You finished your dinner, but he's still all smiles!

What you expected did not come around, and guess what? He even insisted on driving you to the place you were going.

Because of how things played out, your prank was reversed, and you are now the one who is grumpy.

"Hmmm, why are you acting this way?" he gently asked as he kissed the furrow in your brow.

"Nothing!"

He laughed at your defensive tone, still holding you in his arms;

"I love you.."

THE BOKUTO ( my baby ! ‹𝟹 ) TYPE

he'll be so whiny lol

will be saying these for sure;

"heyyy who are you texting?"

"oh you're talking with a boy, okay! — WHAT A BOY????"

"baby you don't love me anymore??!"

"baby are you happier with him?"

"bAbY dOnT LeAve mE:("

please stop the prank and cuddle this babieee! ₍ᐢ._.ᐢ₎♡

HI EVERYONEE!!!! It's almost been a week, i am clearing up my requests and I have a post lineups that will be out very soon! I also got addicted creating dividers lmaoo. anyways, thank you for appreciating my works! see ya in few days! ₍ᐢ⸝⸝› ̫ ‹⸝⸝ᐢ₎

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Best friends - 2

Fandom: Haikyuu Pairing/starring: Kuroo Tetsuro x fem!reader Word count: 1569 Content: Smut, fluff, explicit content, safety too, but mostly smut which equals loss of virginity. A/N: So...I kinda left off with Best Friends thinking it was gonna be a one-shot but it’s lived rent free in my head since then so here’s the second part. This time there’s no use of a CAH for inspiration but you get all the smut that was implied at the end of the previous chapter. Unbetaed.

Best friends – 2

Your eyes a tightly shut, your breath reduced to laboured gasps. How did you get here?

Blame a silly card game, you mind screams from far away on the other side of a foggy expanse. But how can you blame anything that makes you feel so fucking good? Yeah, sure, the black card had wrested secrets from you that you had expected to bring with you to the grave but now here you are: half undressed and fingers digging into the mattress beneath you.

Tetsuro’s strong hands are pulling at your thighs, pressing them outwards so he can have perfect access to your cunt. He’s humming to himself as though he likes the taste of you, pulling out your essence to devour with each lick and suckle that has your limbs shaking.

There’s just one problem.

“Tets...I’m...I’m s-so...” If he can make out your words it’d be a miracle as you stutter and slur.

For a moment he pauses to look up at you with a wide grin. “Want me to stop, baby-girl?”

“No!” You hadn’t meant to shout it and you cover your cheeks in embarrassment.

Kuroo just laughs. “Good.”

Kissing your inner thigh on the way, he delves back down, latching on to your clit with renewed vigour which causes you to moan shamelessly.

It’s not like sexual pleasure is completely unknown to you: you’ve got your toys and your fingers have made you familiar with certain preferences. But to be at the mercy of someone else, to be touched by another person and have them read your body’s needs so well. You never imagined just how intoxicating that would feel.

Heat bubbles in your core. Lazy waves that flood through your body to your mind and threaten to become too much even though something’s still missing.

Tetsuro shifts his hold, sitting with his legs holding yours in place. Sadly, he can’t keep eating you out and you whine at the loss of contact but that’s only until you realize that his hands are free to play. A thumb circles and nudges your clit while he slips a single finger from the other hand into your heat.

This is what I need! You’re far from full but already it feels better and your cunt clamps onto him, almost trying to pull him in despite the slow pumping and wriggling of the digit.

Then another finger and it feels even better. A groan slips from your lips, originating somewhere from deep within the chest. And you’re closer than you thought it would ever be possible without cumming.

Tossing your head back, breasts pushed upwards, you fight to breathe.

“Fuck, you look so good,” Tetsuro coos.

Searching for him, you have to blink before he gets into focus. Hair impossibly more tussled than normal, lips and chin glistening with your juices. The gold of his eyes is almost completely gone, swallowed by the lust that also shows itself as a daunting bulge in his boxers – at some point (you’re not sure when) he must have stripped his jeans and t-shirt off because he’s sitting bare-chested, making you hungry for more than he’s giving you.

Except...

“Come on, babe,” he tempts you, tightening the circle on your clit as he slips in a third finger, causing the waves to crash over you with a sudden force.

“Fuck!”

It’s your own voice but you’re not aware of having actually said anything because all your world consists off is the pleasure coursing through you, making your muscles clench and burn deliciously as your vision swims. Vaguely aware of your hands clawing at the anything within reach, you know instinctively that getting off on your own will never be adequate compared to this. You’ve really fucked yourself over with this.

“That’s it,” Tetsuro praises you as he slowly helps you down from the newfound heights, “so beautifully when you cum.” His fingers slip from you, just a single hand resting on your stomach as you feel the mattress dip and move under him while he comes to lie next to you. “Was that okay?”

It takes a moment before you find his gaze, deigning him with a ‘DUH’-look. Then you notice his arm moving and trail it down to his hand. A hand that’s wrapped around a weeping cock and you know what you want.

“Please, can we...do you have...?” Why is it so hard to ask for a condom? The guy’s just gone down on you and now is when you get shy??

But he seems to understand because he disappears for a moment and when he returns it’s with a silvery wrapper between the fingers. While he’s been gone, you’ve gotten rid of the last bit of clothes and now he can look you over appreciatively before holding the little square up for you to see.

“You sure about this, honey?” he asks even though he’s already reclaimed the position between your legs.

You know he wants more than a nod. “Yes please. I want you, Tetsu.”

He looks like a man whose dream has just come true. Grinning with delight, he sheds the boxer shorts completely, causing his erection to slap unceremoniously against his abdomen, and then unwraps the rubber, deftly slipping it on his throbbing cock and for a moment the size is intimidating.

Kuroo Tetsuro deserved all the credit a man can get because he takes it slow. Gently, he slides his cock through your folds, slicking the thin silicone wrapper in your essences before even attempting to enter you. Once aligned, he pauses and waits for your breath to even out a bit.

Then he pushes in and it’s overwhelming and filling in a way that his fingers had not been able to prepare you for.

“Keep breathing, [Y/N],” he whispers, voice rather strained, “deep breaths. Come on.”

And you do as he says, inhaling sharply through your nose and even remembering to exhale again, shakily.

Centimetre by centimetre, Tetsuro fills you up, pausing several times on the way to pull back a bit or give you a chance to adjust. Never once does he take his eyes off of your face and you find your gaze locking with his when you’re not staring at how he disappears into you (or when you’re not rolling your eyes backwards from the sweet stretch).

“Taking me so well,” he gasps, finally bottoming out.

“So...big...” you moan.

“Too big?” there’s concern laced into the words.

Shaking your head, you manage to convince him it’s just right and you testingly roll your hips just to see how it feels. It makes Tetsuro suck in air sharply.

“Let me, babe,” he groans, “wanna make you feel good.”

“You already did.”

“Please...let me more?”

You know what he means and nod in agreement, stretching your neck to kiss him. Slow, tongues dancing and Tetsuro even nibbles slightly at your bottom lip before he moves on to your throat. Teeth graze your skin as he rolls his hips, dragging his cock along your sweet spot, and the dual sensation has your legs moving on their own accord to wrap around his waist, making you clamp on tighter to him with your cunt too. A string of curses and adorations tumble from his lips but he keeps the pace slow and steady.

Your hands are scrambling for purchase and thankfully it doesn’t last long before you find that one is at home clawing onto his shoulder blade while the other can dig into his hair – it makes his eyes screw together and new groans fill the room, especially when you tug gently at the black mess.

Steadily, the elastic inside your core tenses once more and you admit as much: “Feels so good...more please...”

“More? Alright, babe.”

And he increases the pace, repositioning to slip a hand between your bodies where it comes to rest on your mound, thumb gently stroking your still sensitive clit.

Tetsuro’s face is as study of emotions: lust, determination, bliss. “So close, baby-girl,” he grits out, “can you cum for me?”

It’s not really a question because what he’s doing feels heavenly and your body is already zeroing in on the impending release. Two thrusts later and your entire body spasms, locking your best friend in place as his hips stutters and your back arches. Both of you call out, none of you coherent enough to truly answer.

You see white, sounds a distant sensory input that you can deal with later once the concentrated ecstasy has subsided...but for now all you can do is cling onto the warm body above you.

It takes a moment before your limbs return to your command once more and you gently free Tetsuro from your grip.

“Sorry,” you mumble as you become aware of how your nails have dug into his back.

He just smiles dopey and kisses your hard re-won breath away.

Eventually, you part, leaving you empty as he pulls out and saunters off to the bathroom. Upon return, he’s brought a damp cloth for you and while you clean up a bit, he gets the covers under control for the two of you to cuddle up under.

It feels like home to snuggle close to him. And as his breath even out, reaching the depths of a man asleep, you lie awake and relish in the nearness, knowing that nothing will ever be the same...and that’s definitely for the better.

[touchlikethesun]

coffee or tea?? (pt.2) ((actually it has v little to do with their drink orders i just had thoughts))

both ushijima and kita were instructed in how to traditionally prepare tea, and to this day, when they make tea, all of the steps are religiously followed and the tea is always japanese and very high quality - not really pretentiously so, they were both just taught the importance of quality when it comes to tea. they both have different brands that they are loyal to that they drank growing up, but when they get together for tea they will exceptionally drink the others' preferred brand. kita will also drink commercial tea if that's all that's available, like at a restaurant or at someone else's house, he's not such a stickler. however, if ushi doesn't have his tea setup, he also quite likes drinking fruit juice. i don’t know why he does, but this came to me in a vision~

iwaizumi is a green tea loyalist, hot or cold day or night, and oikawa tends to drink green tea as well, but he’ll get elaborate sugary coffee drinks when he’s out that iwa will pretend to be disgusted by (tooru offers him sips without saying anything and iwa accepts every time) (they both wrinkle their noses at super sweet matcha lattes tho)

kuroo drinks black coffee, no sugar - hot in the mornings, but any other time of day he prefers an iced americano. when he started drinking coffee during high school in cafes with friends he ordered black coffee just for the pun with his name and he hated it at first but didn’t want to admit that he only ordered it for a lame pun so he stuck with it and now he’s addicted and he can’t tell if he actually likes black coffee or if he’s tricked himself into not minding the bitterness

akaashi takes his coffee with a very sensible 2 creams and 2 sugars. for some reason everyone in the office thinks akaashi takes his coffee black, and always bring that back for him, so he stared keeping cream and sugar at his desk.

both kuroo and akaashi are the kind of people that need a cup of coffee (or several) before they’re functioning in the morning. they’ll both sit silently hunched over at the table cradling their mugs, and it kinda freaks bokuto out because they’re like zombie versions of his boyfriends. through trial and error he’s figured out kuroo will accept pre-coffee kisses with only minor grumbling but it’s best to give akaashi his space in the morning

without adults monitoring him, bokuto drinks hot chocolate every morning, even tho he's lactose intolerant. akaashi had been trying in vain to convince him to at the very least replace the milk with water, but when that didn't work he just started buying oat milk without saying anything, and that seems to have resolved the issue

kenma obviously has an energy drink addiction, mostly the original redbull, but kuroo bought him the watermelon flavour once because of the colour, and he didn’t hate it as much as he thought he would so now he’ll have one of those from time to time. the bin in his room is somehow always overflowing with empty cans, and more than a few people have expressed their concern but kenma can't for the life of him understand why they're so worried

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last updated aug 8, 2022 warning please review all ‘content contains’ on each fic before proceeding! while a majority of works are sfw and/or standard smut, some fics may contain sensitive/triggering themes + dark content.

jujutsu kaisen  (i can’t hold you) too close to my heart — kento nanami x f!reader + gojohime

all you’ve been raised to know is that the greatest achievement you can ever have in life is to be a wonderful wife and loving mother. easier said than done when it seems like your fiancé is in love with someone else, and the man who makes you the happiest you’ve ever been isn’t the same one you’ll be meeting at the altar. [part 1 / 2] 

turn those dreams to reality — kento nanami x f!reader

sure, the two of you are engaged and should know everything about each other. emphasis on should. as in, maybe you should not have left your fiance by your work desk unsupervised because he ends up finding out about the embarrassingly huge crush you used to have on him when you were just a little intern.

domesticity with naoya

haikyuu  forever golden — tooru oikawa x f!reader 

everything is going fine: you just graduated with your first degree, you get to work alongside your older brother for the 2021 olympics, and you think now might be the perfect time to finally jumpstart your dating life (atsumu miya certainly seems cute…). there’s no time for you to think about torn acls, shattered dreams, and the fact that this was never your original goal in life. and there’s certainly no time for you to worry about tooru oikawa, the boy who practically grew up in your house now turned into the man who poses as your team’s fiercest competitor. you definitely don’t have the free time to remember how he’s the first boy who ever had (and subsequently broke) your heart. or that the two of you went from practically joined at the hip to total strangers for the past four years. you don’t even bother wondering why he suddenly wants to repair the broken bond between you two, and you totally don’t give in to him (except for the times that you do… which is almost all the time). yeah. everything is going fine. [multipart series]

afterglow — atsumu miya x f!reader

finding out that his hot supermodel girlfriend is dumping him for some baseball player? that sucks. finding out via her red carpet debut with her new man as her plus one? sucks a bit more. having this happen to him the same day he just lost the last game of the season? yeah, it’s starting to feel like the universe has it out for him at this point, right? but atsumu miya is nothing if not petty, childish, and immature. he’ll get back at her. after all, there’s a secret dating app created by publicists and agents that pair up perfect matches for brightening up any celebrity’s public image. all atsumu has to do is pay a pretty sum of money to convince the media (and mainly his ex) that atsumu miya is still on top of the world and living his best life with the best (albeit, fake) girlfriend ever.

unfortunately for him, his perfect match just so happens to be you — his first girlfriend, his highschool sweetheart turned sour, and the first girl who ever broke his heart.

you know what they say: when it rains, it pours. [multipart series]

rapture — kiyoomi sakusa x f!reader

his tenacity and stamina prove to be a deadly combination indeed.

take care of you — atsumu miya x f!reader

atsumu just wants to give you everything he can offer: an easy job, a brand new car, a baby…

customer satisfaction — tooru oikawa x f!reader

you go above and beyond for your customers.

wanting was enough (for me, it was enough) — atsumu miya x f!reader

atsumu tries confessing to his crush (spoiler: it doesn’t go as planned).

you know you make my cold heart warm with a touch — kiyoomi sakusa x f!reader

how else can kiyoomi show you how close to his heart he keeps you than by fucking into you so deep, you’re pretty sure you can feel him reaching for yours?

in every universe, it’s still you — tetsurou kuroo x f!reader

in all the universes, in all the different versions of you and kuroo, you’re certain of two things: that he’s always a good person, and that you love him.

(you’re right about that.)

domesticity with atsumu  domesticity with suna  domesticity with iwaizumi  how atsumu says ‘i love you’

bnha yes you can hold my hand if you want to (’cause i wanna hold yours too) — tomura shigaraki x reader

shigaraki thinks he’s incapable of indulging in these types of feelings, unless they’re derived from terror and seeing the success of his mission. for a while, it doesn’t bother him. for a while, he doesn’t even feel the guilt. and then he meets you, and only one feeling remains:

longing.

[deadqcaxds]

the major problem about fanfictions are that people read anything and everything if they are stories about their favorite characters. they might have their nose up in the air when it comes to actual books but they'd pick up the same kind of erroneous fanfiction in a heartbeat.

a reason for that might be that most readers or writers don't consider fanfictions as actual pieces of literature. they think it's something for them to pass time with and therefore, low quality doesn't matter. they forget that actual fanfictions are something even harder to produce than original novels because you have to be mindful since they aren't your OCs.

so here are some of useless apoce's (very aggressive, haha, i'm short-tempered) opinions about where fanfiction writers are going wrong.

changing character personalities- now this is something i'm frankly very annoyed about because changing personalities is unacceptable (unless you are doing AUs).

why the fuck would i click on a fanfiction about soukoku only to find that dazai is some expressionless bastard who doesn't even have is signature comic relief attitude and chuuya is a shivering, feminized version of the actual spirited, passionate and loud mafioso?

seriously, i really don't care if this hits too close to home for some people, because you can always go write an actual novel with your own OCs if you can't maintain the original characteristics of people you are writing the fanfiction on. i didn't come to read about some strangers with the same name as characters who i love and whom their original authors worked painstakingly to produce.

sheesh, imagine your own OCs being changed drastically for the sake of someone else's plot? personally, i wouldn't have forgiven them. trust me, even readers appreciate it more when you stick to their actual characteristics.

covers (not meant for ao3 writers)- wow, simply wow. i never realized i was this pissed over fanfiction writers when it came to the covers they use.

listen, if you have forgotten, let me remind you again, COVERS ARE ALSO A BASIC PART OF STORIES, especially if they are e-books. how do you expect me to get invested when i see a poorly cropped image from pinterest that has no link whatsoever to the characters you are writing about or the story line?

of course there are authors who create some absolutely godly edits for their fanfictions (gimme tips master), but the others can't even choose a proper font/color that will at least be clearly visible.

oh, and don't even get me started on the fact that a baji x reader fanfiction might have a cover starring vanitas— no, hold on, like why? what does that even mean?????? seriously people, if you want tips on making covers, why don't you check my other post?

the english- it's okay, i understand that your first language isn't english sweetie, still doesn't give you the right to type, 'howl walked to calcifer sticks his hand over and moans "AAAAAAAAA I'M DYING I'M DYING!!!!!!!!'"

first of all what did that even mean? and how do you moan a scream? and lastly, don't grammarly ads ever make you wanna pull your hair out? do you not know of it's existence? do you think you can get away with a disclaimer that you don't know english? well newsflash, grammarly can help.

(p.s. no don't even think of asking me about that cursed howl x calcifer fanfiction)

the blurb/synopsis- there is not much i can say about this because most people can nail it, but the others... could you at least pretend to treat your fanfiction as an actual story, posted online to be read by the whole world?

do you think it's funny to say it's a fic about kuroo x kenma and then turn it into a bokuto x akaashi just because the latter ship were introduced as best friends of kuroken and you suddenly decided you like bokuaka more than kuroken halfway into the story?

certain AUs- matchablossom is a married couple/ enemies to lovers ship. i agree. does that mean joe has to lowkey abuse cherry? i thought it was an enemies to lovers and not a toxic story about a over possessive dickhead and his lover with a stockholm syndrome?

likewise, the dom/sub stories and many more, why are they so toxic? just because he is a dom doesn't mean he gotta be openly manipulative and lowkey sociopathic? if that's what your tastes are, i am indeed quite concerned about your choices.

last but not the least, being grateful- hello? readers are your lifeline, who tf are you being so rude to? and why for? do you think you are so much better that you cannot accept criticisms or a loophole kindly pointed out by one of your audience? last time i checked, you were the summer child who said, 'this is my first time writing online, please take care of me'.

in conclusion, please, for heaven's sake, consider your fanfiction as an actual novel and try to match the bars set for them. just because you get loads of reads and kudos doesn't mean you can get away with whatever crap you sprout. oh and by the way, if i have offended someone, um haha, wasn't it your own fault?

that's it for the post, hope most people will agree and not come after me with pitchforks :)

[iloveblogging2]

https://t0wnspersonb.tumblr.com/post/631461955999268864/fallin-in-love-akaashi-keiji-x-reader

OKAY I THOUGHT IT WILL BE NICE TO WRITE A FUN PART TWO PLEASE FOLLOW THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR THIS IS FOR FUN

 last night was strange kuroo was shocked and angry he dragged you to the teams room locked the door kenma was playing on his phone and the others were asleep .

‘guys we have a problem’ said kuroo well he kinda screamed (shirofuku and suzumeda heard and decided to watch) 

‘what happened said’ kenma not looking up from his game 

AKAASHI KISSED Y/N 

WHAT said the team in unison (they woke up)

you felt like dying it was so embarrassing

lev and yamamato was dead

kai tries to calm them down 

kenma just continued playing

inouka still slept

everyone ( apart from kuroo who already knew ) was shocked 

meanwhile for fukourodani were well neutral shocked a bit apart from you guessed it  bokuto 

‘what! why didn't you tell me’ asked bokuto

because of this he replied 

‘because of this’ 

it was late kuroo volunteered to take you back  ‘no thanks’ you said

yamamato  lev kuroo and yaku still followed you when you opened the door you saw the fukurodani managers 

who smirked and said in unison ‘congrats’

the boys just gave them the death stare which sent them shivers 

and they ran away leaving you with the boys you just left well ran before they could say anything you ran to the managers  room and just crashed on your futon

it took a second before suzumeda and shirofuku screamed ‘i knew it’

‘knew what’ asked kiyoko

‘please don't’ you were cut off by suzumeda ‘she and akaashi are dating’

you just turn more red redder than your teams tracks suit 

kiyoko just said ‘i see’ (shes pretty calm)

i closed my eyes five minutes later the girls got bored and off the light

you thought things couldn't be worse 

you were dead wrong 

in the morning it was awkward 

it didn't help you turned redder each time you saw akaashi  

he acted the same way and the first time you saw him when you were going to help in the kitchen 

‘ohayo’ he said 

‘ohayo’ you replied 

‘sunemase’ he said

‘its o-o-o kay s-s-soo how are things’  

‘fine’ 

before he could say anyting else he was cut off by yamamato  huh what  so are you two dating y/n you know you cant date him 

‘ple-e-ase  e-e-xcuse me’ you said and left

breakfast was strange after prayers bokuto screamed 

‘AKAASHI AND YN ARE DATING’

great now everyone knew

great you thought you havent even started eating

‘please excuse me’ you said as you stand up

and ran to the gym

akaashi followed you 

when you both were in the gym he sayed sorry and you both set the net and talked you forgot about it so did akaashi

at some point you grabbed a ball so did akaashi you both turned red 

then kuroo and yamamato screamed ‘akaashi what are you doing’

‘oi leave them alone’ said bokuto who was watching you two

the bickering continued till you couldnt take it anymore 

‘STOP! IT ALL OF YOU’

omg you were so red but not red with embarrassment but with anger

the gym turned silent 

you then became red with embarrassment 

sunemase you said then ran 

you didn't come back till dinner time and that was because the other mangers forced you 

nobody disturbed you which was nice yachi kept you company too (she was sleeping before you came to the room)

as you were going back to the  managers room

someone held your hand it was kuroo ‘uh listen we need to talk’

before you could reply he dragged you to nekoma room  

there the boys apologized

‘u - um no problem’ you said

‘so are you two going to start dating’ ask kenma not looking away from his phone

‘u -um wakar-ranai’ you replied

‘soka’ you replied 

you excused yourself

as you were going to your room you realised tomorrow is the final day 

you texted akaashi if he wanted to meet up  on the weekend after the camp

he said yes 

you smiled to yourself

you finally got the guy you always wanted and you shut your phone and slept

please dont judge me i dont know english much and i am new here

also sorry if it is quick or cringey 

[tetsvhoe]

THEY GET TEASED WITH SOMEONE ELSE [2]

kuroo's part

character/s: suna rintaro x gn reader

genre/s: angst if u squint to fluff

warning/s: none

gwen's notes 🤍: i keep making these things longer than i intend but oh well

MASTERLIST | TAGLIST

being the manager of inarizaki boys’ vbc has been all but boring. you had originally intended to manage the girls’ team for much needed extra credit and being pulled out of school hours for club duties, but the posts were full and the boys’ team were apparently short staffed. as if you couldn’t imagine why. they might as well put in “baby sitting” in the job description.

inarizaki was a force to be reckoned with–the force mainly from the twins chaos and the mischievous instigator, suna. kita did an outstanding job at managing them but he could only do so much between his student and captain and personal duties, so when you arrived they were left to your care.

as if that was a good idea.

in between atsumu being swarmed by fangirls at every single chance they get, getting caught in the crossfire of balls being thrown across the court by the twins, breaking up their stupid cat fights and getting smacked in the process, falling victim to suna’s compilation of embarrassing photos, staying behind late at the gym to clean up the extra mess they’ve made, you were always caught in the middle of it all.

you hadn’t minded the weird turn of events though as you gained three unlikely best friends, well two and a half because suna was honestly on thin ice.

suna and his cool and composed demeanor yet chaotic energy. his tendency to not give a fuck if it does not concern him directly, but you often found him caring about you and the scolding you got because of their mess. suna and his most prized playlists which he sent you at 3 in the morning when you were so, so tired but ultimately couldn’t fall asleep. suna and his pretty emerald eyes which lingered on you too long for you could handle. suna and his goddamn memes without context. suna and–

a light shove finally broke your trance. you tuned out the world as you were having lunch with the boys and didn’t even notice as thoughts of him plagued your mind when he was right there in front of you. you glanced up to see him eyeing you with an eyebrow raised, but he continued to eat wordlessly.

“can i have this,” you grinned, snatching a box of meiji strawberry chocolate, a fat stack sat in the middle of the table that wasn’t there before you got so lost in your thoughts. “where’d this come from? these are my favorite.” you turned to atsumu, popping a few pieces into your mouth.

“finish your food first, idiot,” suna called out, reaching over to snatch the box in your hands, earning him a glare from you.

“did you miss an entire season?” it was osamu’s turn to scold you. “were you that out of it that you didn’t notice a couple girls handing those over?”

“guess so,” you shrugged, turning to the blonde twin who was apparently busy gulfing down the rest of his lunch, you grimaced. “who is it this time, tsumu?”

he halted, bringing his eyes up slowly. “they’re not for me,” he mumbled, mouth stuffed. he proceeded to tilt his head in suna’s direction.

"our sunarin is a big boy now," osamu teased, smacking suna's back. you winced but suna smacked osamu right back, this time you laughed.

out of curiosity, you sneaked a peak at suna's reaction to the twins' teasing and to the gesture in general (since you were too busy daydreaming about him that you never noticed it happen).

“shut up, i don’t have time for any of that anyway,” he deadpanned. “relationships are nothing but a chore. all the clinginess and the constant demands,” he shuddered at the thought.

somehow, your heart sunk. selfishly so, it wasn’t your sympathy for the girl who tried to make a move on suna, but for yourself. you wondered if he felt the same way towards your “clinginess and constant demands”—the way you cared and looked after not only him, but the twins too and the rest of the boys. “eat slowly before you choke, dumbasses.”, “rin, change your shirt already you’re all sweaty and you’re gonna catch a cold.”, “you barely drank any water, finish the whole thing!”, “stop fucking fighting before i tell kita! rin- help me you idiot!”, “tsumu learn how to rest before i smash your kneecaps and put you to rest myself. and you need to take practice a bit more seriously.”, “you still need good grades if you wanna keep playing, i’ll help you study. that’s non negotiable.”

the sun had begin to set as you walked out of the gym with the twins, stretching your arms tiredly.

“where’s rin?” you asked, glancing around.

atsumu grinned, arms behind his head. “he went to talk to the strawberry chocolate girl.”

“he probably likes her too, or at least finds her attractive,” osamu commented as he paced backwards so he could face you and his twin.

“right! he was so defensive at lunch,” atsumu cackled. “he was just shy,” he cooed in a high-pitched voice, batting his eyelashes and clasping his hands together to make a show of a lovestruck girl. you rolled your eyes as osamu joined him, pretending to fawn and over their other friend.

“oh, there they are,” osamu announced, coming to a sudden halt causing you to bump into him. your eyes trailed where he pointed. suna’s back was turned to you, but you could make out of the girl’s pretty features and blushing expression. despite how suna made it seem like he was strongly against the idea of dating, their conversation seemed to show otherwise. the girl wasn’t in tears nor did she have a pained expression, not even apathy in her features. she was… flattered, smiling—giggling even. and suna wasn’t closed off. he didn’t shy away and didn’t seem like that was the last place he would have wanted to be.

atsumu hauled you away, talking about giving them a bit of privacy which was rich coming from him. the image had already ingrained in your mind and it wasn’t until you were alone in your room did you finally feel something. you felt as if your heart was doing multiple somersaults into the pit of your stomach. knowing suna, he was probably in denial and being defensive, mostly because the same two people who suggested that in the first place.

days have passed and you were still unable to shake suna’s words off. you often found yourself holding back from scolding and nagging him like you used to, like you still do with the twins, afraid that he found you overbearing and annoying which was the last thing you wanted. as cool and laidback suna was, he was still incredibly intimidating. knowing he would never reciprocate your feelings was one thing, but you didn’t want him to be repulsed by you even if you were only doing things out of care.

suna found himself causing you more trouble than usual, doing things he knew you hated so you could scold him, smack his arm, and chase him around the empty gym as he provoked you, but you never did. today he was particularly determined to get a reaction out of you.

it was early in the morning, the groupchat the four of you shared was blaring with notifications already but suna decided to put his phone on silent, waiting for you to spam him messages and missed calls in case he had slept in again. as much as you wanted to do just that, you kept to the gc.

rin’s not replying or reading the gc.

atsumu started flooding his phone instead. he decided to doze off in class next to you. surely, you would smack him awake, right? wrong, he woke up with scribbles and doodles on his hands and his hair tied up with hellokitty clips. he only glared at the twins, but said nothing. at lunch, he only ate about three chuppet ice pops—where exactly he got them from you weren’t sure. but you wouldn’t let him eat ice pops for lunch right? he was almost excited to see you narrowing your eyes at him, but you only muttered “gross” under your breath, to his disappointment.

the whistle rang through the gym, signaling a break. you handed each of the boys their water bottle and made your way to where your three friends were sat. atsumu lifted his shirt. you reached for his towel and wiped the sweat off his back. suna’s eyes widened in the slightest and looked away, lips pursed in annoyance. he couldn’t keep his stare away for too long though, not when you were wrestling him to the ground, laughing and generally messing around.

without thinking, suna pushed himself off the floor, wraped an arm around your waist and basically plucked you off of atsumu. the four of you stared at each other in surprise. it was unbearably quiet and awkward.

“…rin? why are you acting weird?”

he only then freed you from his grasp. “you’re being weird.”

the twins exchanged looks with one another. thankfully practice resumed before it got anymore awkward, if that was even possible.

he tossed the nth box of strawberry chocolates to you which you barely managed to catch as you walked side by side out of the gym. he never seemed to run out of them. you eyed him confused, but he kept his eyes straight ahed with no particular emotion on his pretty face. you remembered the incident early and felt heat creep up your cheeks.

“hey! i want one too,” atsumu yelled after both of you, waving as he ran to catch up.

neither you or the twins mentioned anything about what you saw the other day, and any conversation about the strawberry chocolate girl, as atsumu called her, was quickly shut down by suna.

“rin what would your little girlfriend feel if she knew you were giving her gifts away,” osamu taunted as he seemed to appear out of thin air. unconsciously, your heart clenched out of guilt.

“the hell are you talking about, i don’t have a girlfriend,” suna grumbled before turning to you. “and i buy those. for you.” he placed his hand on your head gently until you saw hints of red on his cheeks. he mustered up a blank expression as he pulled his hand away. you stared up at him dumbfounded. osamu fell silent as he grasped the situation. his brother didn’t get the memo though.

“we weren’t gonna say anything but we definitely saw you being all lovey dovey with the strawberry ch—mfph!” osamu had him in a headlock, his hand over his mouth as he hauled him away muttering a bunch of excuses.

suna raised an eyebrow at you as you kept your eyes glued to the twins, your heart already hammering in your chest. you refused to glance at him though you could feel him staring at you. “so that’s why you’ve been avoiding me,” he mused.

“that doesn’t explain why you’ve been acting weird,” you replied, finally turning to face him with a scowl.

he laughed it off. “i don’t know what exactly you saw but i turned that girl down that day.”

“she seemed a little too happy for someone who just got rejected,” you snarked, looking down at where your hands fidgeted with the box of candy he gave you.

“i might have told her she was pretty or something,” he deadpanned, a hand combing through his parted hair.

you hated the way his words made you feel. “she is,” you mumbled despite the dull pain in your chest.

“she’s not my type though. so you can stop avoiding me now.”

“that’s not why i was avoiding you.” you looked up at him through your lashes, carefully trying to find the right words to say. “i didn’t want to be clingy or annoying, even though we’re just friends.”

realization dawned on him, thinking back to what he said before. “i don’t… i don’t think you’re annoying.” his hand moved on its own to cup your cheek which startled both of you.

“but you said-”

“i know what i said and i mean it. but i never thought of you like that. i just saw it as you being caring.”

your breath caught in your throat. you could only softly gaze at him, eyes glossed over and a smile aching to show on your lips.

“so if it’s not much to ask i want you to keep nagging me, preferably more than you nag the twins. preferably not just as a friend.” his voice was barely above a whisper.

your face broke into the brightest he’d ever seen you smile before you jumped to wrap your arms around his neck. chuckling, he swiftly wrapped his arms around your waist and spun you around, burying his face in the crook of your neck and gently set you down.

“what the fuck just happened,” atsumu’s head popped from behind a wall nearby followed by osamu.

“i told you so, you owe me five onigiris now.”

you untangled yourself from suna to shoot them a glare. he reached over to grab your hand and place a chaste kiss before you walked over to the twins and start heading home.

“you did not just place a bet on my love life you idiots!”

“it was samu’s idea!”

“only because i knew for a fact in that moment, i was gonna win.”

[iwadori]

So I'm reading your works and I love them !! I was thinking of requesting some kind of drabble or whatever you like, about a female reader who has thick thighs and is somewhat plump and is in love with Tsukishima but he makes a comment about the food and she feels bad and when she meets Bokuto in the boot camp Bokuto is too cute and attentive to her asking for her number and a date. If you don't feel comfortable with this, just ignore it and good luck with your blog. Sorry my english is bad<3

When they make you insecure PT 5 (tsukishima,bokuto)

Part One Part Two  Part Three Part Four  Part Five Part 6

Word Count: 2.6K

Genre: Angst to Fluff

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Tsukishima

You and Tsukishima have been dating in your first year (as you both went to the same middle school together.)

You were in love with Tsukishima, you always have been to be honest, but once you became officially boyfriend and girlfriend your feelings amplified.

But recently, Tsukishima hasn’t been so nice.  

“Y/N we’re going on another training camp at Nekoma” Hinata exclaimed running up to you, as you leaning against Tsukishima “and you get to come too this time!”

You recently became the new trainee manager as the third-year manager, Kikyoko, is going to graduate. Tsukishima acted as if you being around all the time in practice was the worst thing in the world, but Yamagucchi always assured you that ‘Tsukki’ was just joking.

“Oh well that’s fun...” you say entertaining Hinata’s excitement. You were kind of excited to go to the training camp too, as it was in Tokyo after all. You were always a big fan of volleyball as your dad used to play for the national team and you were planning to play on the girls team this year but you felt that you didn’t have the body for it (which was obviously not true.)

Hinata kept on rambling on before Tsukishima insulted him. “Gosh Kei, you don’t have to be so rude.” you complained, he slightly nudged you off of him and put on his headphones showing you that he was not in a good mood.

You let the rest of the practice continue, making notes of things and basically being Kiyoko’s shadow. As it ended, you waited outside for Tsukishima to walk home with you, but one of the guys told you he left 5 minutes ago. You knew there was no point of chasing after him so you just walked on your own, making you sigh in defeat.

Tsukishima was what you would describe as hot and cold. Some days he was fine a ‘perfect gentlemen’ but other days, days like this Tsukishima was just Tsukishima.  

When you got home, you decided to watch matches of all the other schools just to get some insight. You were watching a Fukarodani V Nekoma match from a few years ago and something caught your eye, well someone did to be more specific. A beefy, bicolour haired boy who was hooting like an owl was mesmerizing to watch.

You saw that his name was Bokuto Koutarou which triggered your next actions, which were to internet stalk him. You learned that he was the captain of the team and the team’s ace and the 5th ace in the country which piqued your interest in the boy even more.

‘This is going to be an exciting training camp’ you think to yourself before going to sleep.

`Kiyoko gave you an itinerary of all the things you should bring, since you weren’t going to be joining in any of the matches you were reminded to bring things that would keep entertained.  

You get to the bus at the crack of dawn, ready to be driven to Tokyo. Hinata and Kageyama were already arguing (let’s pretend that they didn’t have to do the retakes in the test) Tanaka and Nishinoya were being loud, and the rest of the members were already asleep. You wanted to sit next to Tsukishima but when you were about to sit down, he put his carryon bag in the seat next to him.

The bus ride was around 4-5 hours, and you spent your time reading and sleeping. Daichi got the loudmouths to calm down making the bus ride more tolerable. You suffered from slight motion sickness but you powered through.

When you arrived there, you saw all the other teams and their buses too. You felt a bit overwhelmed, seeing these tall boys just crowd around an entrance way. But too your surprise, noticing your slight anxiousness, Tsukishima grabbed your hand in a hand-hold.  

The Nekoma coach, explained how the day would pan out and where each team would be residing for the week. There was a lot of commotion getting everyone settled, Hinata and Nishinoya were basically bouncing off of the wall commenting on all the people and the place and how they’re going to ‘crush the competition.’  

You could tell that when the other teams were looking at Karasuno they were all staring at Kiyoko. Inquisitive about how there wasn’t only one girl manager but there was two. As you were walking your eyes locked with Bokuto Koutarou’s making yours widen, you blush and turn your head quickly.  

What you didn’t know was, after your small interaction, Bokuto elbowed Akaashi and said “Akaaashi AKKAAASHI, did ya see that? did ya?” he was flying with happiness “That girl from Karasuno smiled at me. She’s really pretty.”

“I think she’s from Karasuno” Akaashi said “So maybe you’ll see her around”

Bokuto stared off in the direction you were walking in “Yeah, hopefully.”

The first day, everyone got settled in and then the teams went straight into games. There were two different gyms and today, in gym 1, you were watching Karasuno V Nekoma. (By the way I literally don’t remember the teams at the training camp besides Nekoma, Karasuno and Fukarodani.) The game was very back a point each team making point after point, you already knew of Nekoma’s captain, Kuroo Testurou and the setter Kenma, you’ve actually played games with Kenma online before so you were fairly acquainted with him already.

The games ended and it was now dinner time, the canteen was packed with all the boys rushing to line up for the food. You waited at the back of the line, not really caring about when you got your food. Suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder and you looked over to see Boktuo,  

“Hi.” he said “I’m Bok-”

“Bokuto Koutarou!” You finished “I'm a big fan..” you cringed immediately at your excitement ‘pull it together Y/N’ you scold yourself.

“Oh well hi, I’m glad you know who I am” he said “and may I ask for your name?”  

“Oh I’m Y/N L/N” you say with a slight blush “I'm the trainee manager from Karasuno.”  

“Cool! Well I hope to see you aro-” he starts  

“Y/N, I’ve been looking all over for you, I already got your food for you.” Tsukishima said pulling at your arm a bit harshly, dragging you over to a table with the Karasuno team.

“Gosh Tsukki, no need to be so harsh” you say rubbing at your wrist, he didn’t apologize and just started eating his food.  

You look down at your plate and see the small portion that Tsukki got for you. The Karasuno bunch was being loud, as they usually are, so when you whisper “Tsukki what the fuck is this” whilst nudging him in the side, he didn’t hear you (or atleast he pretended he didn’t.) You tried again but a little louder saying, “Tsukishima what the fuck is this.” you realised you said it a bit too loud as the whole Karasuno table stopped their conversations to look over at the slight commontion you caused.

“What do you mean Y/N?” he said with a slight smirk on his face.

“I mean what’s with the portion size of a bird that you gave me?” you ask getting upset “Do you really think im that big?”

“Well, you could start eating less that’s for sure.” he said earning gasps from you and some of the people sitting at the table “Y/N let's face it, you eat like a pig and you look like an elephant, me making your food portion smaller is the least I could do.”  

By now you had tears in your eyes, Tsukishima was a dick. You knew this, everybody knew this to be honest, yet you still loved him. He wasn’t like this in middle school, yes he was a bit snarky and rude (but wasn’t every middle schooler?) High school Tsukishima was like a completely different person. As much as you wanted to run away and hide, you knew you couldn’t.  

So you stood up and said “Tsukishima, I’ve spent 3 years loving and pining after you, because I thought you were this great guy, but turns out you’re a huge asshole” you start making some of the people listening in smile in laughter “Tsukishima, I’ve hated this past year dating you, you’ve been such a huge dick and I’m finally stopping you. I can’t do this anymore. I won’t.” You start making your way to exit before finally saying “Oh and by the way I’m not the pig here, you are... oh and I’m breaking up with you.” You left, hearing a few laughs and some claps behind you.

You felt relieved, like the massive cloud that’s been over your head is finally gone. You went to the gym since you knew it was empty and picked up a ball to just throw it around a bit. After a while of ‘de-stressing,’ you hear someone else enter the gym.

“Oh I didn’t know you’d be here.” said Bokuto  

“Well here I am,” you say awkwardly “I can leave if you want me too, I know this is for actual volleyball players.”

“No no it’s fine you can definitely stay, in fact do you mind setting for me?” he asks  

“Sure, of course I don’t mind” you reply, excited you get to play with someone.  You haven’t played in ages, you always begged Tsukishima to just throw a ball around with you but he never did.  

You set to Boktuo a lot, with him always asking for ‘another one’ everytime he spiked the ball. Eventually, you were tired of setting and wanted to spike. You originally was a spiker to begin with taking after your dad. Thats why you took a liking to Bokuto in the first place cause he reminded you of the joys you had when watching your father play.

Bokuto set a ball to you and you spiked it with great strength and accuracy smiling at the burning feeling you felt in your palm.  

“Woahh” Bokuto shouted going towards you in amazement “Where did you learn how to spike like that?”

“From my dad, I don’t know if you heard of him before but my dad’s name is D/N L/N...?” you say

“D/N L/N, Y/N he is my idol!” he shouted again “I want to be just like him.”

“I think you can, I see a lot of similarites in the way you both play.” you say

“Really! And you’ve seen me play before..?” he asks

“Yeah, I watched some of your games before coming here... you’re really good” you shyly admit.

“Wow.”

You and Bokuto spend the rest of your time, talking about volleyball you’re interests, things you have in common, your likes and dislikes. Talking to Bokuto was refreshing, he didn’t randomly insult you or make snide comments about your weight or your looks. He just genuinely looked happy to be there talking to you, unlike Tsukishima.  

Seeing your change in mood, Bokuto stops talking and asks “are you alright? I forgot to ask earlier, but I saw what happened in the canteen and I hope you’re okay.”  

“Yeah I’m fine, it’s just things with me and Tsukishima reached a breaking point, I guess...” you say sniffling a bit talking about it “But it’s fine now I’ve broken up with him and I feel better already.”

“So you’re saying your single...?” he asked blushing a bit

“Yeah I guess I am...” you smile blushing also.  

“Okay great...well I hope this isn’t too forward after everything happened with Tsukki and all but...” he starts “but would you like to go on a date with me?”

“Who me?” you ask as if you weren’t the only other person in the room

“No the volleyball” he responds sarcastically “Of course you Y/N.”  

“Are you sure, cause to be honest Bokuto you’re a really good-looking guy” you say making him smile widely “so I think you need someone to match your level in attractiveness” you look down and his smile drops.

“What do you mean?” he asks before realising all the stuff Tsukishima said about you “Y/N you’re beautiful, your face, your body just you.” you blush at his words “when I first saw you when you were walking past us in the entrance way the first thing I thought and said about you was “Akaashi who is that girl she’s beautiful.””  

“Really?” you ask with disbelief

“Mhm” he nods excitedly “So will you go on a date with me?”  

“I guess so...” you say a bit unsure

“HEY HEY HEY!” he exclaims “I gotta go tell akaashi!” he runs out of the gym in a hurry making you laugh, but he comes back to give you a quick unexpected kiss on the cheek making you smile.

You checked your phone for the time realising that you’ve been with Bokuto for 3 hours and you knew that everyone would be going to sleep now. As you are the manager you slept seperately from the rest of the team but before you went to your sleeping quaters you went to Karasunos.  

“Y/N where have you been? We’ve been worried about you.” asked yammagucchi  

“It’s fine yams don’t worry about it, guys” you say catching everyones attention “I just wanted to apologise to you for my outburst at dinner, it wasn’t my intention to cause a scence.”

“It’s fine Y/N” said sugawara “He definitely deserved it.”

“Yeah as your marvellous senpai we gave him a good telling off” said Tanaka and Nishinoya  making you chuckle.  

“Okay well thanks guys, I’m going to sleep goodnight.”

“Wait Y/N can I speak with you.” asked Tsukishima gesturing to outside the room

“Umm sure” you respond following him into the corridor.

“I just want to say I’m sorry for the things I’ve said and done over the past year and how I’ve been a terrible boyfriend, you don’t deserve that. So, I’m sorry.”  

“I can’t say I can forgive you yet.” you say making Tsukishima look sad “but maybe with effort from you we can become friends possibly?”  

“Just friends?” he said with hope in voice thinking that you could be something more.

“Just friends.” you repeated and confirmed “Besides I have been asked on a date”  

“With who?”  

“None of your business stingyshima” you mock the nickname that Hinata calls him making him scowl and you smile “Goodnight.”

After Bokuto’s confession and Tsukishima’s apology, the rest of the training camp went off without a hitch. In your breaks and lunchtimes, you got to know more about Bokuto and with Kuroo’s help you even got to sneak out to actually go on your date. You sometimes even went to practice with them getting to show off your skills, with Bokuto cheering you on and complimenting you every single time.  

Tsukishima kept his distance for the most part, and kept the snarky comments about you and Bokuto to himself (even though he was dying to say them.) You eventually fully forgave Tsukishima in your 3rd year but you definitely weren’t as close as you used to be. Tsukishima’s comments and actions did affect you for a while however with the help of your loving boyfriend, you were reminded how beautiful you are no matter what weight, shape or height you were.

You and Bokuto stayed together, you made sure to come to every one of his games and when you introduced him to your dad he fainted on sight. Your dad and Bokuto got along, and became very close friends, Bokuto always came to him for advice (especially volleyball advice.) You loved Bokuto and he definitely loved you too.

AN: I hope you liked it, since I didn’t want to make it too similar too the Atsumu insecure one. And I feel like it dragged out a bit but got rushed in the endd....but oh well...

[kaaytea]

Hi kay!! can u write for kuroo where he tries that pinning your girlfriend against the wall prank on the reader please please

Kuroo Can't Kabedon

Warnings: reader is a manager, but I used gn! pronouns <3

A/n: Hello~ I'm assuming you meant the Kabedon thing? Unless there's a different prank I'm unaware of. I hope you like it and thanks for requesting 💕

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For some unknown reason, Kabedonning had become a huge trend at Nekoma over the past few weeks

The rumors say that it started during a game of truth or dare the baseball team played, but honestly, the entire thing has become so wide spread that it's hard to trace it back to an original source

It was hard for Kuroo to ignore the Kabedon trend; everywhere he went someone was pulling it, didn't matter the relation of the two participants, the students were doing more for fun at this point

(for jokes, Kuroo had done it to Yaku, which was hilarious for everyone else, but not for Kuroo because he got an elbow to the stomach for startling the libero)

Kuroo was very interested in doing it to you, but was kind of hesitant after getting obliterated by Yaku

He didn't feel like getting elbowed again . . .

But ya know, Yaku is (usually) more physical and aggressive than you are, so why not have some fun!

Practice rolls around, you walk in ready to start your work and that's when Kuroo decides to strike

Now, you're literally just try to get your work done and you see Kuroo walking over

And you think it's probably some Captainy thing he wants to discuss before practice officially starts, so you wave at him as he approaches

Only he doesn't slow down

He is wAlkIng closer and closer and instinctively you think he's upset or something, so you kind of awkwardly scoot away from him to not bother him

But he keeps coming C L O S E R ?!

You are now up against the wall and thats when it clicks

This little bitch is going to Kabedon yOu?!

Nah . . . Not if you have anything to do with it

The second his hand goes to trap you to the wall, you slip from under it, grab his arm and switch places with him, pressing his body to the wall and slAmming your hand next to his head

The gym falls to complete silence and Kuroo can only blink back at you, completely baffled by what happened

To tease him even more, you lean close to his face and say: "Gotcha, Captain~"

He's so flustered he can't even speak

The silence is broken by an attempted suppressed snort from Kenma which quickly falls into him laughing at his friend and a fallout of teasing from the rest of the team

[Bonus stuff, ig]

Practice is finally over and you're putting away some equipment in a storage room when large hands grips your waist and spins you around

Kuroo then traps you between both his hands, sending you a smirk before leaning in close to your ear

"Gotcha."

[tobi-momo]

A Misunderstanding

PAIRING: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

GENRE: Angst | Hurt/Comfort | Reverse Comfort

WARNINGS: a lot of crying from both you and kuroo | cursing | mentions of sex | cheating (kind of? youll know when reading) | angst | mentions of drinking/being drunk | nothing is suggestive!! oh ya yall are married btw

WORD COUNT: 3k

A/N: ok ik this is long but this idea came from literally nowhere but i decided to write it thank you @combat-wombatus for helping me you helped put ideas in my brain<333 now i wasnt originally going for a happy ending but im really bad at angst so enjoy the shitty ending :)

“Please, Y/n, you know I didn't mean it,” he pleaded, his large hands desperately grabbing at your form while you push him away, your breaking sobs making his heart shatter. “Please, baby, don’t leave me,” he begs, falling on his knees in front of your trembling body, not being able to tear his eyes off of your heartbroken ones. He needed you to stay. He needed to show you that he isn’t that guy and that he would do anything for you. It was a one time thing. He wasn’t even sober. It wasn’t him. It was the alcohol. He wasn’t thinking straight. Please forgive him, please, please, please.

But you couldn’t. No matter how hard or how much you loved him and wanted to, the pain that ripped at your heart every time you looked at him was too much to bear. So you didn’t. You turn your blurry, glassy eyes away from him as he grabs your hand and forces it into his; your lips quivering and knees shaking. You couldn’t keep the betrayal and agony inside, whining and weeping at him, your knees giving out before your legs slam against the floor, your head near the carpet as you try and keep your affliction at bay.

“Y/n, please,” he whines, tears streaming down his pale cheeks; his admission of his unfaithfulness drained the color from his face. “Please forgive me, I need you, I love you so much.”

“W-” you sniffle, not knowing what to say. You knew you didn’t have to say anything at all, that you didn’t owe him any words, but you just...you just needed to know. “Why,” your voice quivered and cracked, your throat sore, “why did you,” you take a long breath, grabbing your chest to try and stop the heartache, the sudden cramp that formed where it used to be filled with warmth and love, “do this to me? With her?” You look up at him once with wide, searchful eyes as you ponder the reasons and look for the answers in his empty pupils.

“I wasn’t thinking straight, baby, I didn’t know what I was doing, please,” his voice stammers, trying to get you to understand that he really didn’t know what he was doing. “I would never do this to you, I-” “But you did.” Your tone is no longer sad and confused, but angry and fed up. His head backing up quickly, not expecting the response. “You made a promise, Tetsurou, remember?” You glare at him with menacing eyes as you hold up the very finger he kissed and placed the ring on on your wedding day. The beautiful diamond ring that had his initials carved in the interior and little gorgeous jewels that made the walls sparkle once hit with the hot sun was no more; the dark, gloomy piece of rock and metal meaning nothing but lies and mistrust.

“No, Y/n, please. Don’t do this to me,” he adjures guiltily.

“Don’t do this to you?” Your voice laced with deadly venom, standing and backing up, wiping your mouth with your hand in annoyance, placing it on your hip. “You did this to me! You did this to us! You went out! You got drunk! You fucked someone else! And not even a random girl! No! You just had to fuck your ex!” Your voice cracked again before you inhaled sharply and covered up your struggle.

“Y/n, I didn’t know what I was doing!”

“And that’s an excuse?? What, so now you can go fuck whoever you want and say ‘I didn’t know what I was doing!’” you mimic, “so you can get away with it every time?”

He didn’t answer. He looked at the ground, understanding exactly where you came from.

“Hm? Are you gonna answer me, or sit there like a coward?”

He could tell fully well you were just saying this because you were hurt. You didn’t mean any of it. You loved him. No matter what, you will always love him. Trusting him was out of the box for a while, maybe forever. But he can’t lose you. He knew you were soulmates- he knew you were made for each other. There was a reason you guys made it this far and only had big problems now. He needed to find that reason and use it for himself to win you back. He needed you back.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes, your dramatic hand gestures coming to a halt at his words, your figure coming to a stand still as you wait for him to finish. “You don't deserve this. You don’t deserve me. Please know that it was a mistake and that I’ll never do it again ever, ever, ever,” he repeats, wanting it to sound as sincere as he means. “Just please give me a chance to make this up to you, please don’t leave me by myself without you,” he sobs out, putting his head in his hands.

You knew you shouldn’t feel bad for him. But god-fucking-dammit are you feeling bad for him. You knew you still loved him, you knew he still loved you- that much was obvious. You couldn’t see him for a while, no. Could you guys work it out? Maybe stitch the wound? Wait until the scar is barely visible anymore? Would that even work?

“Tetsurou,” a single, hot tear dripping down your face as you point to the ground. “I don’t know if I can ever trust you again.”

“I know, I know, just please give me a chance to help fix this!” He cries at your feet, his body bundled in a ball of self hatred and guilt. “I can do it, baby. I can help things go back to normal.”

“I don’t think they ever will be normal again.”

He whines, trying to negotiate with you as much as he can. “Let me fix us. Let me give you my everything again, let me show you that I’m all yours and no one else's, please,” he moans in anticipation for rejection, knowing the chances of you agreeing were next to zero.

The next few hours are silent. Him alone in the bedroom. Crouching on the floor as he ponders your possible answer. You work in the kitchen, making food to satisfy your appetite. He could hear your sniffles from the bedroom and picture you wiping your tears as you carry the pots on the stove. God, he was the biggest piece of shit ever known. What the fuck went through his mind when he was fucking his ex? He only remembers some of it, them waking up in bed together after, only wearing undergarments underneath the sheets and him holding her waist as if she were you. He thought they had ended on good terms, knowing that they were better as friends. He rushed out the door, not being able to stay in the same room without getting sick. He knew what he had to do.

He opens the door to the living room, a slight creak gaining your attention as you stir the sauce in the pan. Your eyes are puffy, your lip still trembling as you try to turn away from him. He only takes about two steps forward before he stops, trying to find the words he wants to say.

“Listen, I know you said you needed time, and I’m not rushing you at all whatsoever. I want to give you all the time in the world to think this over. If you need, I can go to Kou’s house and stay there for a while. He won’t mind. I just want to give you the space you deserve.”

You nod in response, your head still facing away before he whispers an “I love you” before he slips out of the apartment.

~.~.~.~

The next few days were tortue. Not being able to sleep in the same bed he would sleep in with you, not being able to watch the same tv shows, not being able to even be in his presence at least once a day like you used to melted a hole of despair inside you: eating away at your emptiness, taking away the numbness that you so desperately needed right now. The feeling came back- the one that you tried shutting out three hours ago. It crept up at you, flipping your stomach and weighing your lungs down to the floor, your throat sore and dry. Your eyes wet with a blurry wall as your tears build up once again, missing your cheeks as you crouch down looking at the floor, falling on the tile. The droplets containing your anguish splatter on the ground, your raggedy whimpers echoing throughout the vacant apartment, making it all the more obvious he wasn’t there.

Knock knock knock

Was that the door?

Your wide, unbelieving eyes turned to the wooden door frame; the knocks getting louder and faster. You quickly stand up and try to collect yourself, preparing to have a long talk with Tetsurou. You grab the handle, turning it- the door opening with a tiny creak.

Oh.

“Hi! Kuroo left his jacket at the party the other day, is he here?”

Oh, that bitch.

“No. He’s not.” You deadpan, not finding her cheery, happy expression amusing.

“Oh no! Uh, well, here, can you give this back to him for me?”

“Stop smiling at me like you aren’t part of the reason he’s gone.” You snark, glaring at her with sharp eyes as she backs up, confused.

“W-what?”

“You heard me. Don’t act fucking clueless.”

“Excuse me? Who are you to talk to m-”

“Oh, cut the shit,” you roll your eyes, “I know you slept with Tetsurou, you don’t need put on whatever the fuck this is,” you gesture at her.

“What the hell are you talking about? What are you, fucking crazy?” Your eyes narrow in confusion, your disgusted scowl lessening at her words.

“Right. You probably don’t remember because you were blacked out,” you add sarcastically. “He told me what you guys did. Now you know. So, I would love it if you would just leave.”

“What are you- Me and Kuroo didn’t do shit last night. I drank like two beers and was hanging out with another girl the entire time,” she explains, looking offended. Your face loosens into an expression she couldn’t read. “He blacked out early and passed out on the couch while I was busy talking with the other girl.”

“Huh?” You whisper, your disoriented thoughts not aligning to a proper conclusion.

“I didn’t go to bed until like,” she thought back, “I don’t know, three in the morning? There were people passed out on the floor so I decided to take the guest bedroom with her. I was still awake when Kuroo came into the room, I’m guessing because he thought it was yours, based off of how he kept mumbling your name and shit,” she exhales, “he grabbed onto me once he got in and just clung.” You glower at her, huffing. She sees this, sighing before continuing, “Calm down, remember nothing happened. Remember that girl? She ended falling off the bed because I was scooting away from his clingy ass.” You look at her blankly, trying to fit the pieces together. “She ended up leaving the party completely,” she mumbled in embarrassment before you speak up.

“Then why did he tell me you guys had sex?” You mutter quietly, although assuming she heard since her head backed up while she quickly scoffs.

“I swear to God, that man. Listen.” You look up into her eyes- her genuine eyes. “Me and Kuroo didn’t do a single thing. I didn’t do anything to him and he didn’t do anything to me. I’ll have a conversation with him later because he is an absolute dumbass,” she breathed.

What the fuck?? You were just supposed to believe her?

“How am I supposed to believe that?”

“Me and him ended a long time ago. I don’t like him like that and I haven’t for a while. And seeing he was bragging about you the entire time at the party, he’s over me, too. Besides, I’m not even into guys that much anymore anyways,” she grinned and winked at you. The shock and realization hit you like a truck. She wasn’t even- oh my God. She chuckled at your expression; you ran away from her to the counter to get your phone, quickly unlocking it and tapping on Tetsurou’s contact.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you mumble over and over. To tap the call button, listening to it ring as you bring your phone up to your ear, hearing him pick up the phone almost immediately after.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” He sounded worried. It’s only been about a week, he had hoped that you weren’t going to leave him.

“Get over here, right now, Tetsurou.” Your voice made it seem like it was urgent, so he quickly picked up his jacket from the couch, and you could hear the jingling of his keys as he grabbed them and opened the door, almost slamming it shut once he left.

~.~.~.~

“Y/n?” He asked at the open front door, wondering why it wasn’t closed. “Y/n, you have to be careful and close the door, we have them for a reason, you know,” he said as he walked in. Even after being at the line of a break-up, he still cares for your well-being. He didn’t even do anything wrong and he was still caring for you as a loved one should. He always did everything to make you feel comfortable and safe, so once he knew that he had slept with his ex he was completely devastated to his core. He didn’t want to do this to you, but you had the right to know.

“Tetsu.” You called. Already back to nicknames? This is good, right?

“Yes? Y/n?” He was scared, to say the least, feeling awkward and not knowing what to do. He walked scarcely towards your figure sitting on the couch, not caring to drop his keys and jacket on the counter. He had a feeling this might go wrong.

“We need to talk.” Shit. This is exactly what he didn’t want to hear. Hearing those words he couldn’t help but think that you were going to make him pack his stuff and go. “So, I talked with your ex.” You speak slowly, not wanting your words to come out wrong. You don’t want him to take any of this in a bad way at all. Yet his eyes widen drastically, his heartbeat racing and his nerves pricking him. “You are just one big dummy, aren’t you?”

What? What are you talking about?

“What?”

“You didn’t sleep with her. She told me everything that happened that night. She’s not even into guys anymore. Tetsu-”

This couldn’t be happening. Not only did he accuse himself of cheating, he accused himself of cheating with his ex, and that he cheated with his ex at a party, while you two are married. And then it turns out it wasn’t true? What the hell was wrong with him? He jeopardized your entire relationship because he was too drunk to know what was going on.

“Wait, what?” He yells, angrily sitting down on the couch, “so you’re telling me-” you nodded and hummed an ‘mhm’ in response. His hands find their way to his hair, pulling at the roots and scratching his scalp, his low grunts of pain and fury seeping out of his throat as he frustratingly comprehends what he just did.

You rush over to him, grabbing his wrists and pushing them down to his lap as fast as you can, making his eyes find their way to your blown out pupils. You can see the hot tears prickle down his cheek as he frowns at you, completely and utterly defeated.

“Tetsu, I don’t want you to hurt yourself, it’s okay,” you reassure, giving him a happy smile. He wanted to smile back, but he couldn’t control the broken sob that escaped him. “Hey, hey,” you try to grab his attention as he pulls his head down, crying. “It’s okay, baby, it’ll be okay.” You wrap your arms around his head, protecting him as you softly coo and ‘shh’ him quietly in his ear. ‘I’m sorry’ kept coming out of his mouth as he clinged to you, not being able to help his want to be closer to you. The realization that he just almost broke your heart completely and he had worried about divorce for this shit made him want to just rip his scalp out. He was so stupid. So, so so, stupid. “Tetsu, look at me, please. Look at me,” you whisper, bringing your hand to his chin, dragging it up so you could catch sight of his hazel irises. His eyes red and puffy, his cheeks wet and his eyes droopy, you couldn’t do anything but frown at the sight. He hated himself right now, not wanting to face the embarrassment and the humiliation of the situation.

“You don’t deserve me, I’m so sorry,” he whimpered in your arms, gripping them tighter and tighter for comfort- you knowing that he needed it right now. You had already pulled him into your chest, feeling his wet tears soak your shirt, your hands rubbing his back and your fingers gently grazing his throbbing scalp.

“It’s okay, I forgive you, Tetsu, you did the right thing by telling me you did it instead of hiding it from me, and then it turns out you didn’t do it at all.” Your cheeks start to feel hot, and you don’t even realize your sniffles until you could feel a dam break at your water line. You couldn’t stop them, the tears of relief. You didn’t want to stop them. You were glad that they were her, glad that they were for him, glad they were because you knew the truth, glad because you knew you two would be okay.

You looked back at your ring, watching it bloom like a flower in the spring, the meaning coming back to your marriage. It wasn’t just metal and rock anymore, it was a gorgeous promise.

“I love you, Tetsurou. Don’t forget that. You’re staying with me, alright?” you whisper into his hairline.

“Thank you,” he cries.

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[frogtanii]

the beach was beautiful.

kuroo always liked the water and the salty, cool air spraying over his heated skin. he welcomed the bright sun and seagulls overhead — a welcome change from the tense atmosphere of the house.

ever since the dinner sakusa, atsumu, bokuto, and kenma had thrown for you, meiko had been more... irritable than usual.

it was like kuroo couldn’t say or do anything right — it was always, “go away kuroo, i’m busy,” and, “fuck off, i don’t want your perfectly homemade fudge brownies.”

kuroo took a deep breath of fresh air, the sound of people laughing echoing in the distance as he fell back into thought.

meiko just wasn’t the same as she was when he’d originally met her. he had first seen her in the window of one of his favorite cafés with this faraway look in her eyes — like she belonged somewhere else.

as cheesy as it was, kuroo was enamored by her, love at first sight if you will. he’d never believed in it before, instead choosing to depend on science to explain how people found someone compatible enough to spend the rest of their lives with.

but with her... it was different.

there was no explanation, no chemicals releasing, just meiko. she was everything he wanted and more and even though he had to fight 10 other men to get to her, he was happy with what little part of her he had.

at least up until recently.

he loved her, he was almost sure of that but... seeing bokuto and even kenma, two of his closest friends, leave meiko behind had him thinking that maybe, just maybe, something was up.

the van ride was even more enlightening. he’d sat all the way in the back beside bokuto, with you and atsumu in the row in front of them and sakusa and kenma in the driver’s and passenger’s seats.

you had asked if you could have the aux after a few minutes of awkward silence and of course, sakusa agreed. your playlist was eclectic, filled with anything and everything, from frank sinatra to tame impala to nct and you sang out every single song with so much bravado that everyone in that car had a smile on their face.

it was strange. meiko had continuously spouted about how horrible and cruel you were but like this? kuroo couldn’t have even imagined that the stories she told were about you.

now, he felt he was at a bit of a crossroads. kuroo hadn’t hung out with meiko in what felt like months and his connection with her was all but gone. on the other hand, there was you who he’d had maybe one real conversation with but his friends seemed to trust you.

kuroo let out a loud groan, running a hand through his hair with his face turned towards the sun. all this thinking was giving him a headache. maybe he should go to the cabana to get a drink.

as he trudged through the sand towards the rest of the group, he spotted you holding your phone with a concerned look written on your face.

kuroo’s brows furrowed as he studied you type furiously before bolting to the rooms. he couldn’t stop his reactionary movements as he raced after you through the hotel building and to what was looking like... bokuto’s room?

his footsteps slowed down as he gradually came closer to the doorway, eyes slowly trailing over kenma, sakusa, and atsumu standing outside worriedly while you gently crept into the room.

“i- i can’t, please,” bokuto’s quiet whimpers could be heard in the all throughout the narrow hall, your pacifying comments only barely drowning them out.

at the sound of his friend’s distress, kuroo pushed through the group until he was standing right in front of the two of you, bokuto sitting on the floor with tears streaming down his face and you, holding his hand on your chest as you took exaggerated deep breaths.

despite him having followed you all the way here, meiko’s warnings began to echo through his mind. “what the fuck did you do?” he muttered.

you chose to ignore him, instead continuing to talk bokuto down from his apparent panic attack. kuroo opened his mouth to protest again when kenma’s small hand found its way on his chest and pushed him out the room.

“what the hell kenma? what did yn do to him?” he asked indignantly. kenma rolled his eyes and pulled him further away from bokuto until they were both back out on the beach.

kenma sighed, turning his face towards the sky as he debated on what to say. “yn is helping him, ok?” the younger boy muttered, his eyes fixed on the clouds above.

kuroo scoffed at shook his head. “then why was bokuto on the ground in tears? hm? meiko always said—“

“shut up, meiko doesn’t know shit,” kenma spat, sharp eyes narrowing menacingly. kuroo felt the familiar wave of confusion overtake him as he studied his old friend.

the hurt, anger, and rage was ever present in his golden irises, showing that meiko must have done something so horrible, so egregious that kenma couldn’t forgive her.

kuroo wanted to know what it was — he missed his friend and, truth be told, he’d been neglecting his platonic relationships since meiko had come into the picture.

he needed to know what kenma and bokuto had gone through, if it was the last thing he did. he wanted his friends back, now.

“tell me everything.”

℗ poker face

tell me everything

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Unspoken Words

Pairings: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

Warnings: Language, projected daddy issues (I'm sorry), break-up

Genre: Angst

Words: 1K

You: I can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry. I can’t.

Kuroo: C’mon…don’t do this.

You: I’m sorry for the argument, I took it out of hand. But you know we can’t be together.

Kuroo: We’ll work this out, please.

You: I do love you. That’s why I’m sorry.

———

8 years and you’ve been doing good for yourself. I mean, it’s not like you’ve done anything super amazing, like becoming famous, but you’re thriving.

You’re a person in their mid-twenties, who’s exploring life but also just living. You’re doing good…happy you could say. Content.

You look down at your phone screen and check to see how you’re doing on time. ‘30 minutes till I gotta be in the office…not bad.’

Once you approach the coffee shop, you open the door, the light already shining through from the shop windows, the bell giving off a soft chime to alert others of a new visitor entering.

You make your way to the cashier, giving in your order. You head off to the side of the counter, waiting for your name to be called.

It was a pleasant day. You're right on time and in a fairly good mood. Nothing can make this day make you regret waking up- “Y/n?”

…Are you fucking kidding me?

“Omg hey, Kuroo! It’s been a while…” You look at the man who interrupted your thoughts.

Whoa, you understand 8 years is a petty long time, which it is in hindsight, but it’s as if he changed…yet he somehow managed to stay the same?

He definitely got taller, as if he needed any more height. His suit is fit snug onto him, tight enough to show off his healthy physique, yet loose enough to allow him to move around. The suit compliments him, making him appear professional…and attractive even. The hair…yeah that hasn’t really changed at all.

“How have you been doing?” You ask him, trying to make sense of what’s going on right now.

It was a messy breakup, you and any of your mutual friends will admit. And if you’re being honest, he was the first and only man you’ve loved. Not that you couldn’t find anyone else, it’s just that…he was someone that you couldn’t forget. Kuroo left an impression on you, as you have on him.

"I've been good, you know! Works been keeping me busy..." He tells you.

There was obviously some tenseness between the two of you. I mean, you haven't seen each other in 8 years. And when you did, it was a break-up through text. And it wasn't even clean.

Honestly, you didn't want to break up. You have strict parents, and back then in high school, you were on a strict leash, especially with boys. If your father found out about Kuroo, you could only imagine what he'd do, and you didn't want to risk it. So what did you do? The only conclusion you came to.

If you're gonna be totally real, you don't know if that was what you really wanted or if it was just an excuse you've been telling yourself to avoid the fact that Kuroo was getting too close to you, so you thought removing him from your life before he can leave will hurt less.

Whatever it was, it hurt but it was for the better you suppose.

The break-up happened pretty fast and you and Kuroo never really got the chance to ever talk about it. Then life got in the way and you both became a distant memory to each other.

Except for those late nights where you reminisce but doesn't everyone?

"I see you still drink your coffee the same." He says, pointing to the coffee with your name on it, the ice bringing the cup cool to touch.

You chuckle at what he said, surprised he still remembers how you drink it all these years later.

"Actually, I expanded my tastes. But nothing beats the original, right?"

Kuroo knew what you meant, but he also thought it had some underlying meaning. 'I'm probably overthinking.'

Kuroo was analyzing how you look since he spotted you. You've definitely matured, no longer being the simple 17-year-old you once were. It's easy to tell that you're about to head off to work, wearing a simple office-casual outfit, your work ID hanging from one of your pants hoop. Your hair is style simple, yet professional. You're even more beautiful than when he remembers you. But what catches his eye the most is the bright shine that comes from your hand.

You catch Kuroo's eyes, seeing them held onto your ring finger, the diamond being hard to ignore.

"I see you've been keeping busy as well." He jokes to you.

You hesitantly chuckled at what he said, looking down at your ring.

"Heh, yeah. It's pretty stressful, but he makes me happy..." You pause, noticing you've unconsciously started smiling thinking about your fiance.

Kuroo knows that look all too well. After all, you once gave him that look, too.

"What about you? Have anyone special?" You ask him.

He responds sheepishly, "Yeah, a girlfriend. She's nice, been together awhile..." 'but she's not you.'

"That's nice! How's your family doing? Been a while since I last talked to your sister." You asked him.

You were always close to his family. They treated you like their own, extended family and all. And since Kuroo's sister has no other sister, she always treated you like her own. Even with Kuroo's new girlfriend, his sister, or family in general, still have a soft spot for you.

Kuroo laughs, almost forgetting just how close you two actually were, "She's been good, still tormenting me and shit whenever she's visiting..."

You giggle at that, "So she hasn't changed then."

After you two finished sharing a laugh, the tension was eased just a little bit, but a pregnant pause still enveloped you two.

"I'm sorry for how things ended..."

"I know you are. It took me a while to get over you y'know." Kuroo tells you, a little upset.

"I know, I'm sorry. I- I don't know. It was what I thought was the best at the time...what could've been if..."

"I know- I know what you mean."

'What could've been...if we stayed together.'

Kuroo and you stared at each other's eyes. Unspoken words being said. Everything that's needed to be said within those years has been let out. It was the closure that you two needed, whether you two knew it or not.

It's been years. You've only ever been with one person since breaking up with Kuroo. And it took him almost a year or two to get over you, yet even then, it wasn't the same.

If Kuroo is being honest, he knew there was always an underlying reason why you broke up with him. He knew how you risked it all to be with him. So when it happened...out of nowhere...he was heartbroken. Heartbroken that you weren't his anymore.

Even after the breakup, you two prematurely stayed friends, regardless of that not lasting long, it was incredibly obvious you two still love each other. I mean, you did the same things couples would do.

But you didn't want to be with him.

Your father. Oh, of course, he knew that he's the main reason you're not with him now, and he didn't want to do anything that will risk your future. Which is the reason why Kuroo decided it's better to keep you in his life as a friend than you not in it at all.

The irony that it ended up happening anyways is something he finds slightly amusing.

If Kuroo is being real, and you are too...You guys are sure that if you two stayed together back then, you would still be together now. Countless nights have you two thought of each other. Of what the other is up to, or the finger ghosting on the social media profile. It hurts. Or it did. Now it just feels like a pinch.

But alas, you're each other's first love. History will always remain what it will always be...

History.

You missed him once upon a time. But now, you have someone new. You've grown from the 17-year old you once were. You're happy now with where you are. So is Kuroo.

But as you walk out of the coffee shop, and Kuroo waiting back inside, you two can't help but think.

'What if...?'

[mochikeiji]

Exact Replica

Request: "Hi! I really love you're writing and was wondering if you could do prompt 25+29 for Kuroo Tetsuro from Haikyuu? And could it be angst to fluff? (Maybe Kuroo was ignoring the reader due to lots of work/stress so reader feels neglected?) It's totally up to you tho! Ty so much!!"

25. "Would you notice if I was gone?"

29. "I didn't mean it."

↠ Pairing: Kuroo Tetsuro x F!Reader

↠ Warning: angst to fluff, mentions of pregnancy and kuroo's sad childhood

↬ Word Count: 3.7k

↠ a/n: okay this is my longest one yet. I swear the prompt screams angst to fluff so much that I go into it.

↳ from Go! Go! Gogatsu Event

Kuroo Tetsuro achieved many great things in life after graduating from his university, with multiple acknowledgements and honors. Landed a position as a young CEO from a sports association at the age of 24, he had enough money in his pocket and bank to stable both of you financially. Life was good to him after having to build from the roots  of his ruined childhood; the only years of defeat Kuroo doesn't ever want to repeat. His father and mother were in the same position as you both are; owning your own shared house, good working environment, investments and stability, married.

Up until this day Kuroo questions why his parents split. They were fortunate that they had every thing completed, sadly it was the family and love that wasn't taken care of. You could be the happiest person, yet the void inside would still be there, Kuroo thought. Foolish people were to neglect something more valuable than any object that is given. Whether it was his father or his mother that stopped nurturing what they both bonded for the longest time, they were both fools to let each other go over something simple. He vows to never let history repeat itself.

But now the tables seemed to have flipped for the both of you. Your lives not far from what he had ran away from. If Kuroo could eat his words back, he would've now that he was running late yet again to coming home, forgetting about the promise he swore to about joining you after a full month of being occupied in his office. Coming home to have you already tucked in bed, but suffering in silence.

Most days he didn't bother greeting you in the morning and night. As a good wife, you understand. He was a busy man with an important position to maintain.

There were times where you'd be tapping your foot down on the floor as the clock strikes at an ungodly hour with your messages still not bothered to be replied to or even read. But you understand. He's working! Always doing what he can for the both of you like the good husband he wanted to be.

Even if sometimes he'd come home without a kiss or a simple, "I missed you." you understand. He's drained. No time for silly, endearing affections. You've done them a lot before back when you were younger. You're adults! Married! A married partner shouldn't be feeling so needy when the other was only doing their part.

Even when sometimes your insecurities would kick in whenever you'd visit your husband to drop his forgotten lunch again, only to see him flocked by different women; probably secretaries, interns, and assistance.

You understand. You always did took such good care of what you two have.

Well had.

His home office door slams shut, awakening you from your nap on the couch. Didn't Kuroo notice you when he walked in? Looking at the clock you noticed it was near 11:30 PM since he's arrived. Late again, maybe he hasn't eaten anything? No worries, you thought sadly. Stretching your aching muscles, you made your way to the dining area. So far dinner was left untouched once more. Just how many times has it gone to waste because you continued on cooking for two?

Or rather, three.

You beam at the sudden reminder while preparing your husband's plate. You'd always miss him whenever he'd come home, never had the chance to surprise him at the right time of your little discovery about a week ago. Fear did struck you because of the possible reactions he'd give, but you were so excited in sharing the news that a couple would share the equal happiness from, you couldn't contain it any longer.

Maybe you should've chosen another time unbeknownst to you how your husband was hunched over his desk, clearly in displease of the previous events that had occurred during the meeting back in his office. Hence why his work stack added more piles of predicaments, only fueling his headaches more wishing he could just lay down peace and quiet without disturbance.

He grumbles at the knock on his door, only typing furiously with emphasized taps on the keyboard. You, not sensing the emitting aura from the room took it as a response for you to enter. It surprised you a bit on how disordered his home office had become. It was obvious his coat had been thrown carelessly as it lays on the floor, wrinkled. Carefully placing the plate full of food on the small coffee table at the side, you gingerly picked up the article of clothing. Lightly trying to smoothen out the lines before hanging it behind his door and turning back to your husband.

"Tetsu?" cautiously calling out his name, you were kind of wary at the fact he didn't turn to see you unlike he does before whenever you'd enter the room. "I brought you your dinner. You came home pretty late." you tried to maintain the light hearted tone of your voice to hide how nervous you were in telling him the big news.

The atmosphere was kind of eerie when all he did was hum meekly from your words. Feeling a bit disheartened from his lack of attentiveness, still forcing a smile, you padded a little closer behind him with your hands clasps together. "I also wanted— well needed to tell you something." averting your eyes away from him as you prepared in your head. With a small hope he'd turn around for once after a long time.

"Can it be another time? I'm in the middle of stuff here."

Another time.

Why is it always next time? It's frustrating enough to not see him or have him speak to you even for a moment, but this made your stomach churn in an unpleasant way. Frowning at his poor reply, you gulped a few of your sentence back. Not fully trusting your emotions getting in the way, "You never really talked to me before, Tetsu.. I get that you're busy, but it wouldn't hurt for you to give a little minute for me."

Even just a second as long as he'd finally notice you.

"(Y/n) if you understand then why bother? You can clearly see I'm busy." chest huffing out a harsh sigh, still not bothering to turn around. Gripping your hands tightly, your patience were starting to snap. "You're always busy, Tetsu! I never had a proper conversation with you again." raising the volume of your voice a little made his actions come to a halt. Chair revolving around to face you. His appearance made it obvious how exhausted he has been; tousled hair that he usually takes longer to style, the light forming bags underneath his eyes from the screen and lack of sleep. The visible annoyance marked in his expression. But couldn't he say the same for you?

"Fine. Here, you have my attention now. Are we talking properly now?" his way of provoking you wasn't in the right place. It only made you look at him in disbelief because you've grown to never meet such side of your husband before. The news you had originally planned to share vanished from your head, replaced with the restrained emotions that has been building up inside your heart, tipping over.

"Tetsu, what is wrong with you?" looking at him now seemed like you were talking to someone else. His words were curt and short with no intention of prolonging the conversation, itching to get back to work so he could be done with it. "I already you I'm just busy. I would be done by now if you didn't want to talk properly with me." he says as if he's the one in distraught. "Seriously, nothing's wrong but I think you aren't. You're never like this."

"That's because you never cared to noticed in the first place!" wailing out the collapsed emotions that has weighed you heavily. It was too late to stop yourself from voicing out the things your husband left aside. A full month of being a good, understanding image of a wife thrown away to the rubbles without even appreciating the the long nights of you waiting up for him, cooking meals even though the next day they'd end up being in the trash, tolerating the coldness of the used to be warm sheets, putting up with the insecurities you took upon yourself to hide to avoid troubling your husband further when all you wanted was for him to assure you that he still loves you and only you.

The fascade you put up just for him crumbles. And it infuriates you more of how he still doesn't notice.

"(Y/n), you know I've been working! There's so much stuff that needs to be attended for just so you and I could live normally!"

"Tetsuro, we are stabled, it's okay to slow down a bit. How is this any normal to you when you don't even realize how this affects me?!"

The chair slides back roughly against the floor with a loud creak as he towers over you. Glowering eyes with a dark expression looming over his face, clearly now enraged. "You're being selfish right now. I'm here doing what I can to support us and all you could think of was you, you, you. Can't you see I'm doing this for you as well? God what else do you want from me, the world?"

"I only wanted you to give me your time and attention even just for a second, Tetsuro! I've been doing my best for you all this month and I never said anything to trouble you!"

It hurts when he said how you were being the selfish one when it was the opposite. It dawned to you that all those days of giving your all for him wasn't once noticed. "Will you ever grow up already? Attention? Really? We're adults, (Y/n) not teenagers for fucks sake. My time is just wasted because of you!" he doesn't stop there even if you've had your mouth already shut from how he portrayed you as. His words were beginning to leave a deep scar in you as you quiet down to the next line.

"If you think that nothing is troubling me, there is! And you just happen to add in for crying out loud!"

There were no words exchanged after his meltdown. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he looks away from you— who's eyes were already watery. Unable to even tell your side anymore at the ache of your heart. "So..I'm just troubling you then?" quivering out your words, Kuroo clenches his jaw as the bubbling frustration was being held back with the last bit of restrain he had.

"Would you notice if I was gone, Tetsu?"

Instead of being alarmed by your chosen form of sentence, you watched with sad eyes as your husband pulled back his chair and faced his workload. He didn't even noticed you're already crying silently, "Not now, (Y/n). We'll talk later."

He doesn't even noticed how you walked out sobbing with a shattered heart nor the door in the living room closing. Leaving him alone for the next few hours in peace like he wanted.

Time went on quickly when one doesn't take their eyes off from their consecutive workaholic state. With a groan, he almost slams his laptop shut before stretching his bones, slowly relaxing the tense muscles. It's up to his co workers and assistance to deal with the load he's prepared to dump onto them after they threw all theirs to him. Hoping to freshen up his face, Kuroo tidies his desk up before making his way to the door. Stopping in realization of the now cold dinner that was left on the coffee table.

His stomach growled loudly at the lack of food it's digested in the longest run. It was still good if he heats it up, he does miss eating home made meals than his stale ones back in the cafeteria of his workplace. Grabbing the plate carefully he first made a short journey to the kitchen to heat up his food. Unusual it was to have all the lights out in the house. You'd always leave some opened when he was awake. Then again the guilt started to crawl up to his chest knowing he's the cause of why you'd forgotten.

Now entering the bathroom with water running down his face, he plans ahead the apology he owes you when he wakes up tomorrow morning. He could reschedule his own time since he is the boss. He closes the faucet right after he was done rinsing. Looking around for the towel his eyes caught something below the small organizer you put up next to the sink. Grabbing the towel above the first part of the organizer, bending down slowly to avoid getting cramps, his actions were quick to grab the object that caught his attention the moment it seemed so familiar and surprising.

Pregnancy test. Two lines for positive.

Having a child with you was the last thing he's yet to accomplish from his list, and here it was. As much as he wanted to be in denial, it all felt like surge of contentment drowns him in because he was going to be a dad. However his body began to tremble whilst still holding the test and staring intently at it. The previous guilt that was crawling beneath his bones became a dark, desolated hole of anxiety and fear that ate him whole. The things he's said and done will never be taken back no matter how he apologizes to the past events a few hours ago.

Hours ago. It was already 2:25 when the fight had ceased. Deep down he knows he couldn't wait until the next day to plead for forgiveness. After all, he did vow to never leave you both a day feeling heavy alone. Kuroo felt nauseous of how much of an asshole he had treated you. Like starting a game of volleyball once more, he was beyond nervous when he approached your shared bedroom. There was no excuse of his actions indeed as he solemnly enters the dimmed room. He sighs a little shaky when he closes in your bed, "Baby?" he starts, "Baby, are you awake?" it was one of the little things he's memorized that you'd do when you both aren't in good terms. You never really slept, just pretended because you always had the heart to wait up for him.

When he gets no response he reaches out to pat you, only coming to the sense that the sheets were left untouched; no warmth traced behind. You weren't there, any where. His blood runs cold and immediately fishes out for his phone in his pocket, speed dialing your number while he circles the entire area of the house in case you'd be there. Now he was more terrified when he hears the familiar voice mail from the living room couch where you had slept while waiting for him.

You left your phone. His wife wasn't home— his pregnant wife.

"Fuck." running a rough hand through his tangled hair. The lump on his throat grows but he refuses to let out a string of sobs. It was his fault you were gone at such an ungodly hour. Kuroo felt more than a bigger asshole than before he's made you come to the point of leaving home. Just as his mother did and never returned. The one thing he swore you two would never be the same came to life, only thought now is Kuroo doesn't know whether you've left him for good after being a neglectful husband and to have dishearten his own beloved wife like that.

"Would you notice if I was gone?"

Rang in his head as he stood outside the neighborhood, running. Chasing after a hallucinated image of you any place he tried to remember you'd be in. A fool he has been to have left you in a loveless marriage. He loves you, he really does. He can't imagine a life without you in it. Just as it was about to become the happiest he's wanted, he pushed it all too soon. A bad husband, he cries. "(Y/n), please come home." legs aching and panting from having to study all areas. It was pitch black; there were no opened spots for you to even go at an hour of slumber and chaos. The only convenient store did not even have you in it. You were no where to be seen and Kuroo breaks.

Of course he'd notice when it was all too late. The past he's ran away from was still the place he's returned now that the house was only occupied by nothing but rotten memories of the love he didn't took care of. The exact replica of a married life he desperately tried to dodge. "I'm so sorry." for the lonely nights he's left you to sleep, over thinking of what may have been your fault and always figuring him out tirelessly. For the small efforts of adoration he didn't took a glance at and gone to waste. For the words that were never even meant for you to ever feel. For being a neglectful husband. He was sorry he noticed too late how he ruined his precious wife.

Now he's left you on your own out in the dangers outside. If anything horrible happened to you he will forever be crushed. But the world thinks that second chances are given to those who truly deserve them after you came in quietly, slipping off your sandals and waving back to your friend who had dropped you off home. Your short break to the convenient store changed when you met up with her and drove back to her place to rant about what happened. Being the sluggish person you are whenever sadness hits, you never noticed how long you've over stayed. It wasn't like your husband was going to know if he still was working.

Much to your surprise that he wasn't, you stifled a gasp to find him with his hands holding his head that was leaned down on the table. His shoulders were lightly jolting with escapes of audible sniffles, indicating that he was in fact crying. If he looked exhausted before, it wasn't enough to describe his current state; as if he was a man who'd lost every thing as he sat there with all hope lost. Your foot padded on the creaky part of the floor in attempt to tiptoe over his hunched back to comfort him. Squeaking in the awkward situation you've put the room in when Kuroo turns his head behind to see you standing there a bit frightened, but concerned when you saw how disheveled his face looks.

"Tetsu—" his name got cut off short from when you almost tripped over your balance at the sudden impact of Kuroo throwing himself into your arms with his weight. You couldn't make out what he was mumbling on about, but you melt to his embrace even if he squeezes the living day lights from you, afraid that he was going crazy and you weren't real. "Thank God," litters of kisses were placed on your clavicle, "You're back."

He repeats, slowly convincing himself that you are indeed home in his arms, safe, no harm detected. Just home. "I'm so sorry.."

"I didn't mean it. I didn't mean any of what I said, I-I'm so sorry." your bodies swayed gently to the sound of your hushes and his cries of apologies. "Please don't leave me like that again. I was so scared."

"Shhh, it's okay, Tetsu. I'm sorry. I'm okay— we're okay." leading him to sit down at the couch, you placed the bag of different brands of sweets and junk on the table before facing your husband. You had to stifle in a laugh watching him wipe his nose, you couldn't help but be reminded of a mini Tetsuro by looking at him. The argument that stung you faded when he took a hold of your hands and mumbled another apology.

"You shouldn't be sorry for anything. I should be.." flickering his eyes from your belly to your bloodshot eyes from your own fiasco back in your friend's place, he slides in closer next to you where your shoulders touched. "I haven't been a good husband lately, have I?" he looks at you expectantly. Frowning, you still nodded. Tired of hiding your own feelings from him.

"I know you're busy most of the time, Tetsu. But I just wanted you to recognize me as your wife." thumbs quick to swipe away the tear that had shed from your eye, "We're in this together, remember?" he pulls you right from the arm, shoving your face to his chest in need to hold you for all the times he should've. Ignoring the dampness of his white long-sleeved polo, breathing in the scent of your sweet shampoo. You were still so forgiving and understanding despite on how equally tired as he was you are.

"I'm so sorry I've made you feel as if I never cared anymore. You never deserved that." his lips found it's way to the crown of your head. "I don't deserve you, and I really don't want to lose you after me being stupid." giggling through tears, fist connecting a soft punch on his chest, bubbling a chuckle to the surface as he lightly pulls you away from hiding.

"I really didn't mean all of those things I've said, baby. I love you and only you." stroking ever so lovingly your cheek, you don't catch on to the fact that his other hand was placed over your stomach protectively. Making a silent promise to not only you, but the soon to be new addition to the family that he will never again neglect what he should've cherished more and looked after than the constant worries at the back of his head.

Because he will never again repeat the replica of a broken family he once was born in.

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Haikyuu Headcanon

Posted: May 13th, 2021

Plus size fem!reader x Tsukishima/Kuroo/Bokuto (kinda NSFW & 18+ ??)

Prompt: Why he likes bigger girls ft. Chubby/Plus size fem!reader

A/N: I was talking with my haikyuu GCs and I had an idea for a HC. Thank you babes 💙💙💙

Disclaimer: This prompt is not to shame other body types in any way, but rather to give light and perspective as to why these particular characters would probably prefer bigger girls. Please don’t be offended. Also these characters and the reader are considered 18+.

👓💛Tsukishima💛👓

Why does everyone make it seem weird to like someone bigger than him?

No one should be deemed undesirable just because of their size.

“More weight doesn’t equate to ugliness. That logic obviously doesn’t make sense.”

Granted, it seems that his eyes tend to focus more on women of the...plus size variety.

Plus most girls he likes are shorter than him but carry more weight, which he’s more than okay with.

Logic tells him that a bigger girl would balance out his skinny boy frame.

Logic tells him he needs someone to keep him warm at night.

Logic simply tells him “yes, someone like her” every time a chubby girl walks by him.

His teammates are surprised that would be his preference but don’t question it.

While being intelligent and being able to keep up with his snide remarks is very important...

The feeling of his large hands caressing a soft belly or plush thighs doesn’t compare to anything else.

The way your fuller thighs and backside overtake his thinner lap when you sit on him takes him to another world.

You are nervous to sit on him since you don’t want to crush him but he ALWAYS insists.

The warmth of your body on his and the heat radiating from your pu–

Erm— *fixes glasses and adjusts himself under you*

He generally keeps his composure while reaching his long arms around your body and his fingers toy with your belly chub.

It’s so stress-relieving!

He finds himself doing it often when you both are cuddling on the couch together...or in bed...

🔥🖤Kuroo🖤🔥

He likes who he likes. Period.

Bigger girls originally weren’t his type until he met you.

Not that he disliked girls with your figure...Slimmer girls just usually came up to him in larger groups, so he gave in to their attention.

But you were different.

Not only did you have more personality than some of the girls that threw themselves at him, but you also have more assets for him to grab and hold onto during intimate moments.

He had to admit, it took him a minute to get used to all of you.

He felt like a child with a shiny, new toy and wanted to know each and every inch of you for himself.

You didn’t mind– you loved the adoration the cool-talking, dark haired fellow gave you. You were willing to take it slow to help him figure himself out.

He didn’t understand his feelings initially but he doesn’t prefer anyone else now.

The same girls that come up to him don’t do it for him anymore.

They’re stunning, but all he thinks of is you. His kitten.

Your wonderful personality, along with your soft face he always grabs before planting a kiss on your welcoming lips.

He thinks of your fluffy belly and how he tends to kiss it at the most random times.

He can’t help it 😖

And he wasn’t gonna lie– his thoughts also drift to your fuller chest...how it pressed against his own flat torso every time he hugged you tight.

He certainly loves to suck and fondle your nipples when you ride him.

FYI...he never lasted every time you were on top.🔥

The heaviness and pressure from your body made him come undone every time.

He’s your btch now.

🏐💙Bokuto💙🏐

This boi prefers bigger girls....EXCLUSIVELY.

He has no shame, honestly.

His best friend, Akaashi, is always on the receiving end of his thinking-out-loud about a pretty girl that always happened to be more well-endowed in every aspect.

To Boku, bigger is always better.

More to hold during cuddles when he was sad no one on the team payed attention to him that day.

More flesh meant a chance he could get crushed every time he ate the kitty too good and you clench those meaty thighs around his head.

...Just how he likes it. 😏

He loves when you hug him or lay on top of him. Your body was a welcoming pressure against his own form and his di–

“uh...TMI?!”

Anyway, he adores how your tummy moves a little when he makes you burst out in laughter.

He likes to poke at your face and it’s puffiness when he is lying next to you as you sleep some nights.

*happy sigh* ‘you are so cute and sexy all at once.’ He thinks (often).

He loves every part of you.

He firmly believes you are gorgeous and no one could tell him otherwise, unless they wanted to get yelled at and embarrassed.

You notice how he absentmindedly grabs at your sides and back when you make out or squeezes your thighs when you watch tv with him.

You let him do whatever he wants. You just love his touch and his wide eyes taking in your body, allowing his thoughts to wander.

He often wonders how adorable you would look after years of his secret love for the culinary arts and his amazing food.

He was a solid and muscular guy for a reason. You ain’t know, babe?

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HQ Teams Lose Their Manager

Based on this ask! @confusedturtle​

[gn!Manager]

Feat. Aoba Johsai, and Nekoma (Was gonna do all the teams but this ended up being a little tougher than I was expecting. Maybe if there’s interest I’ll do more parts with more teams! :))

I decided to mix up the outings so it didn’t get boring! Hope that’s okay!

AOBA JOHSAI

Where you went: Haunted Attraction - it was more like a haunted mansion than a house. It was your suggestion - and the boys never say no to you, no matter how badly they want to sometimes.

What happened: The team went in groups of two - You and Kunimi took the lead, followed closely by Hanamaki and Matsukawa, then Yahaba and Kyōtani, then Iwa and Oikawa (who insisted he be behind Iwa and Kyōtani for protection, even though Kyo was all but quaking in his shoes), and taking up the rear was Kindaichi and Watari. At some point, Makki noticed you and Kunimi had just kind of...disappeared? He tried to be discreet about it, he really did, but when he whispered to Mattsun “You see Kunimi and Y/n?” one of the actors heard and started shrieking about having eaten the two of you.

How they reacted:

Makki and Mattsun are actively planning your’s and Kunimi’s funerals just to rile up Oikawa, much to Iwa’s distress. Probably reenacting Shakespearean monologues about your death while the others slowly dissolve into mass panic (thanks to Oikawa).

Iwaizumi is desperately trying to keep things under control, while also keeping an eye out for the two of you. He knows it’s likely you got lost but he has enough sense to know that surely one of the actors would break character to help you...right? He’s trying a little extra hard to keep his cool. 

Oikawa? An absolute Mess™. He is plowing through the attraction, accidentally bumping into actors left and right, shrieking at every turn while shouting for you (not Kunimi tho hfkajsdfaks) and trying (and failing) to direct Kyōtani and Iwaizumi through the house as if they were Pokémon. 

Kyōtani is a little too busy hanging on to his last shred of dignity to give you a second thought. Between trying to keep his cool and trying to get Oikawa to stop pushing him into the rooms when his heart is barely hanging in there, he is a millisecond away from an all out villain origin story. Yahaba is mildly concerned, but honestly he’s too busy cackling at Kyōtani (please yahaba let the man have a minute of peace).

Kindaichi and Watari feed off Oikawa’s chaotic energy - they didn’t know what was going on, but they heard that you and Kunimi were dead and just began blindly panicking along with their Captain. 

Where they found you: Outside, with Kunimi, having completed the attraction 20 minutes ago. You stood at the exit with ice creams and gasped when the rest of the team was escorted out by security. You guys are banned from coming back, but you can’t get too upset about it when the team rushes to you - Oikawa flinging his arms dramatically around your frame half muttering into your hair about how he thought he lost you, Iwa standing a little closer than usual, the rosiness of his cheeks and the softened gaze giving him away as he says “Glad you’re okay”, Kyōtani standing on the side opposite Iwa, his hand coming to hold the hem of your shirt to comfort him. Yahaba, Kindaichi, and Watari coming around too to talk your ear off about the chaos that just unfolded before them. You can’t help but smile as Makki and Mattsun tease Kunimi, regaling the events that had taken place and making Kunimi chuckle - certainly an achievement in it of itself.  

NEKOMA

Where you went: Indoor Trampoline Park - Coach Nekomata was getting fed up with the constant bickering between members of the team (everyone @ Lev) and Coach Naoi recommended a trip to an indoor trampoline park as a team bonding field trip. Being their manager, you were forced invited along too :)

What happened: Things were going surprisingly well - Kenma and Fukunaga found an arcade area and spent most of the time there while Yamamoto and his posse of first years (Inuoka, Shibayama, and Teshiro specifically) were causing discreet chaos on the trampolines. Kuroo and Yaku raced to the obstacle course to see who could complete it first, with Kai following after them begging them to not get the team kicked out. Lev had dragged you to the end of the obstacle course to see who would reign supreme, but he dragged you into the foam pit and in his excited state, didn’t notice when you sunk in and lost your grip on his hand. It wasn’t until Kai asked Lev about your whereabouts that it hit him that he lost you, his hands sweating as he turns to Kai with straight panic. Yaku and Kuroo tie (though each of them insists there was a clear win) and walk up just as Lev stuttered out “I-I think I lost them.”

How they reacted:

Kuroo’s mother hen senses immediately spring into action - he calls for everyone to meet up at the center to confirm that no one knew your whereabouts.

All hell breaks loose when they notice that both you and Kenma are missing from the group.

Kenma had left the arcade after some younger kids had barreled into the area shrieking like escaped zoo animals - when he decided to hide underneath the foam pit, he found you (hiding from Lev) chillin’ and decided to join you. 

Fukunaga found you guys relatively quickly, but returned back to the group and didn’t say a single word about it, he just watched the team crumple into hysteria with a pleasant smile on his face LMAO

 Kuroo is yelling at Lev, who’s drowning in a sea of guilt and is literally near tears (please someone hug our tall lanky boi). Kai is trying to get him to remember the last time he was with you, but Lev is too busy spiraling.

Yamamoto is already calling Tanaka to plan a funeral service for you - he is inconsolable and Inuoka and Shibayama are trying (see: Failing) to console him with gentle pats and “They’re probably fine, Taketora-san!”

Teshiro is trying hard to maintain his composure but everyone else’s stress is getting to him and he can’t decide if he wants to cry, go home, or both.

Kuroo is seconds away from taking over the intercom to call for a shut down when Lev bursts out with a “THEY’RE IN THE FOAM PIT” and the entire team hustles to the foam pit to save you.

Yaku is trying to make it worse because stressed Kuroo brings him a sick pleasure pls I can’t I love Yaku so much lmaooo

Yaku: “it’s been too long...they’ve definitely suffocated by now.”

Kai: “KNOCK IT OFF YAKU”

Lev sticks his arm down into the foam pit, blindly searching for either one of you.

I swear Kenma becomes a body contortionist the way he moves to avoid the dangling arm that’s jerking around in a desperate attempt to catch a hold of something human shaped

 Where they found you: The moment you hear Yamamoto say something about ordering vigil candles, you realize that you should probably let them know you’re alright. You sigh dejectedly and take Lev’s hand and he HURLS you up out of the foam pit and rocket launches you into the air. The team collectively catches you before you hit the ground and they all bear hug you, Yamamoto sobbing while still on the phone with Tanaka - Kenma shows up seconds later and Kuroo crushes the both you in a hug while simultaneously scolding you. the first years and Yaku all talk over each other trying to tell you the absolute chaos you two caused and Kenma is so bothered by the noise he disappears again causing another panic before you guys are inevitably kicked out.