#oikawa looks sO UNBELIEVABLY GOOD

[volleychumps]

HEY, HEY, HEY!! I love your Haikyuu fics, so I was wondering if you could make a fic where the reader is an absolute simp for the boys and shows her lovesickness no matter what, she'd have nosebleeds, compliments them every single time, has literal albums and photos of them everywhere on their phone or at home, she always treats them like kings, etc. The boys could be Bokuto, Akaashi Kuroo, Kenma, Kags, Tsuki, Miya Twins, Sakusa, Ushijima, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Yamaguchi, Tendou if possible

*you can choose from these if you can't write for them all, i dont mind :>

*you can also make them fem or g/n, whichever your comfortable with

- I suddenly remembered that i loved ur reader wears their jerseys fic, so i was wondering if you can make smth like that. But no pressure!! Have a great dayyy💗💗

When You're a Hardcore Simp (w/ Bokuto, Kageyama, Sakusa, and Iwaizumi) x Fem! Reader

HAHA WHAT UP GANG- wait sorry if this isn't as good as my usual stuff, let's see if I can ease back into it <3

warning(s): manga spoilers!!! In Bokuto and Sakusa's. Mention of slight blood in Bokuto's. (like a nosebleed)

Bokuto

“Y/N, you’re embarrassing. Since when were you a loser?”

You dab at the dark red liquid under your nose, a satisfied smile on your face as the owlish-haired man spikes a cross-spike across the court in an astonishing manner, the crowds of people in awe at the ace’s movements. Your eyes trace his broad shoulders, the black uniform stretched to fit his body handsomely with a confident tinge in his golden eyes. His arms-

You sigh dreamily, Kuroo Tetsurou rolling his eyes from next to you as Bokuto leaps in joy, slapping Hinata on the back and bouncing on the balls of his feet. 

“Jealousy is a disease, Tetsurou.” You don’t let the tall raven-haired boy damper your mood, wondering how you got so lucky as Bokuto drinks in the cheers from the audience. Kuroo rolls his eyes, reaching in his gym bag for a pack of tissues before offering you one as he leans on the railing. You accept it, taking your eyes off the love of your life momentarily to tilt your head upwards. 

“At least I don’t act like a perv in public.” Kuroo snips, eyeing you carefully as you glare at your long-term friend from high school. “Hey, are you okay? This isn’t normal, you know.”

“I’m good.” 

“You sure about that?” Kuroo nods at the court, and your eyes meet Bokuto’s golden irises all the way from where you’re standing near the upper-railing as a grin stretches across his handsome features, closing his eyes while waving in your direction with both of his arms in large gestures. Your eyes fill with adoration again, turning away quickly as the blood flow increases out of your nose.

“Nope! I take it back, my heart can’t handle this.” 

Kuroo scoffs, practically seeing hearts in your eyes as Bokuto wilts on the court as you turn your back to him. 

“Is Y/N avoiding me?” He frowns as Atsumu snickers, Sakusa shaking his head in slight disgust and disbelief at how unbelievably down bad you were. Atsumu points into the crowd with a smirk, Bokuto’s eyes lighting up at the sight of you leaning across the railing with your hands cupped to your mouth. 

“I LOVE YOU KOUTAROU!!!!” Your voice booms among the cheers of the audience, but Bokuto hears it so clearly. Kuroo is holding your waist back in annoyance at the attention you were getting from onlookers nearby, keeping you from falling off the railing. Bokuto’s eyes sparkle as he laughs at the dramatic kisses you were blowing in his direction. “YOU’RE SO HANDSOME-!” 

“I LOVE YOU MORE BABY!!!” He’s giddy, warmth evident in his features as his manager palms his face in absolute exhaustion. Hinata waves excitedly to both you and Kuroo as Sakusa and Atsumu raise a single hand in greeting. Talk about a PR disaster. 

Your cheers are loud in his ears as the Black Jackals take the final set, and Bokuto looks as handsome as ever with sweat trickling down his temple, his arms bulging with heavy use as he winks at you from up in the stands. You squeal when he motions to the passes around yours and Kuroo’s neck to come down for special access to the court. 

“I take it back.” Kuroo is annoyed and exhausted as you leap into the Ace’s arms with a squeal, Bokuto catching you by the thighs as you wrap your legs around his middle section in a passionate kiss, obviously unable to keep your hands off each other. 

“You’re both losers. Get a room before the press attacks.” 

Kageyama

“Stop wasting your money, Y/N.” Kageyama chastises you quietly, a box of white milk tapping the edge of his desk as your little school girl skirt takes the seat in front of him, an easy smile on your features as the tips of his ears burn a bright pink. 

“Waste?” You frown, tilting your head a little bit with your cheek in your palm. “Why is it a waste if my baby likes it?” 

Kageyama’s cheeks flare up next, obviously short-circuiting as you withhold a giggle, Hinata watching the exchange with a slight pout on his lips. 

“So cruel, Y/N-chan, you’re breaking our setter.” The orange-haired first year complains. “And you didn’t get me anything!”

“You know I’d never forget you, Sho.” You roll your eyes, a can of orange juice hitting the edge of Hinata’s desk yet as his eyes brighten tenfold, excitedly popping open the beverage as Kageyama embarrassedly distracts himself by sticking the straw into the box. You smile a little knowing grin as he refuses to meet your eyes, but it’s obvious it became less special to him when you got one for his idiot friend as well.

Casually, you reach a hand out to grab Kageyama’s hand as he internally combusts at the actions, holding a conversation with Hinata in the midst of it as you play with the tips of his fingers. 

Kageyama’s jaw slackens, the softness of your hands making his head spin in a good way before you make eye contact with him. You looked at him with so much love in your eyes, he felt like he couldn’t breathe. 

“Break time’s over! I’ll see you later, Sho.” You grin at your friend as Kageyama looks at you in expectation, and you try not to coo at the hopefulness in his blue irises before leaning down, kissing his cheek softly and so sweetly even Hinata has to look away with a blush. 

“I’ll see you later, Tobio.” You cup his cheeks afterwards, kissing the tip of his nose for good measure before beginning to bounce off with a giggle. “Have a good practice later, okay?” 

Tobio sits there for a second before a puff of smoke almost visibly comes out of his head, cheeks a deeper red than ever before. Hinata groans, calling after you as you skip your way out of his classroom. 

“This time I really think you broke him Y/N-chan!” 

Sakusa

“Yer’ so down bad it’s laughable.” Osamu quips, and you look at him in false offense, sporting Sakusa’s jersey number as well as his number written on your cheek in black paint. The black jackals cap sitting atop your head tilted slightly to the side, as if you have no idea what the hell he was talking about. 

“I don’t know why you would think that.” 

“Don’t piss me off.” 

You laugh, Osamu humming in content as he lazily watches his brother get blatantly rejected by your boyfriend in his attempt of a double high five as the game nears its close. You bite back a smile at the subtle, knowing glance he sends your way, stomach fluttering in anticipation of seeing Sakusa after his game.

“Ya look like a crazy fan that he should get a restraining order against.” Osamu continues, nudging your shoulders as you pout. 

“Do you think it’s embarrassing? Maybe Omi thinks it’s silly?” You question the shop-owner, beginning to smudge off the ink on your cheeks as your mood dips, Osamu blinking once before beginning to feel a little bad he made you insecure. Instead, he clicks his tongue, reaching out to help clean up the now smudged mess on your cheeks.

“If yer’ gonna wipe it off, at least get it off all the way.” 

“No!” You exclaim with puffed out cheeks, astonished he would even offer as you take an abrupt step back. “Only Omi can touch my face.” 

Osamu blinks at you again in disbelief, slightly impressed at the public display of your loyalties at 100% before getting annoyed again. “Oi. Don’t make me out to be some sort of-” 

“Good girl.” Your eyes light up as Sakusa taps a hand on your head, scowling at the inky mess on your cheeks before meeting Osamu with a deadpan stare. “What happened to my jersey number?” 

Osamu’s eyes flit between the two of you as Atsumu can’t help but burst out laughing from the court below, the cook coming to a slow realization as Sakusa turns your head to the side with a slight pinch in your cheeks with one hand, a sanitizing wipe doing just the trick as you meet his seemingly indifferent stare with a look of pure adoration. 

He’s just as whipped as you are. 

Sakusa finishes ridding your cheeks of ink before tugging you along, bringing his mask up over his face as you hum giddily, smile etched into your features when he stops outside the locker room with an outstretched hand. 

“It’s not embarrassing?” Your voice is quiet as you look up at him with a hopeful glint in your eyes, putting the black paint marker into his hand as Sakusa rolls his eyes. He writes #15 in elegant strokes on your clean skin, laser focused, capping the marker after in satisfaction. 

“No.” His response is simple as he tugs down his mask to place a quick kiss on your eyelid, a heat warming your cheeks as Sakusa hesitates for a second before placing one on your lips as well, sending your heart soaring wildly. 

He’s already walking ahead of you as you stare after him in slight bewilderment for a second, already bounding up next to him as you slip your hand into his. 

“Thought it was too public for you, Omi.” 

“That’s your prize for not letting Miya touch what’s mine.” 

Iwaizumi

“Y/N’s rizz is unmatched, as always.” 

Matsukawa grins into his canned coffee at lunch time, watching as you somehow manage to get Iwaizumi to smile a bit in the selfie you were taking, a flirtatious wink in your eye as your hand cups his cheek lovingly. Iwaizumi nods in quiet approval at the bento you had made for him, shooting you a small loving look he only reserves for you before tugging you into his lap casually. 

“I still don’t understand how Iwa pulled someone as adoring as Y/N.” Hanamaki whistles lowly, Oikawa nodding in agreement with a grin. 

“She’s such a simp.” 

“We’re sitting right here, what the hell.” You glare a little bit at the three of them as Iwa matches your action, Oikawa almost laughing at the uncharacteristic expression on your face you obviously adopted from your boyfriend. 

“I’m not a simp!” You proclaim as Iwaizumi arches an eyebrow amusedly, but doesn’t say anything. “You can’t prove it.” 

“Turn your phone around.” Hanamaki doesn’t miss a beat, finishing off his own bento as you wilt a little, showing the clear phone case littered with heart stickers and a single polaroid photo of Iwaizumi overlooking a strawberry patch. Iwaizumi looks away to hold back his expression, but the guys could tell from his eyes he was pretty happy.

“Most girls do this.” 

“Uh-huh.” Matsukawa’s next, smirk beginning to tickle the edge of his lips. “What do you have his name under in your phone?” 

“Iwa.” 

“Why are you lying for fun.” Oikawa plucks the phone out of your hand, ignoring your whine of protests before showing the group your blatant lie. “I’m pretty sure this says ‘Future Handsome (DILF) Husband’”.

“See, that was a typo.”  But your cheeks give your poor lie away anyways, upset at how Iwaizumi begins to hide his grin in your neck and hold you a little tighter in his lap. 

“Is this not a whole album dedicated to your relationship with him- how the absolute hell do you have 600 images of him? I only have one and it’s from fourth grade!” Oikawa’s rant of complaints is cut off by you snatching the phone out of his grasp, before pushing off of Iwaizumi’s lap to run out of the room in embarrassment. Iwaizumi’s mood darkens, turning to his friends as Oikawa freezes up with a nervous grin on his face.

“Too far?” 

“You three are apologizing to her later.” Iwaizumi doesn’t leave room for comments, his tone changing drastically into a shy mutter as he stalks out of the classroom to go find you. 

“Even if she is a bit of a simp.” 

“You say that like you didn’t spend a year and half liking her, Iwa-chan!”

[tvhsleb3ww]

LOVE IS NOT OVER! - OIKAWA TOORU

yeah i used a bts song as the title bc i ran out of ideas 🥴

summary, your blind date is your ex boyfriend from high school!?

minor swearing, praise (cute, hot, sexy), depression, heartbreak, tooru being dumb

read part 2 here!

now, there were plenty of beautiful women in Tokyo. millions! but why oh why did the universe hate him so much to the point they sent you as his blind date.

that's right. you. his ex. his first love, his high school sweetheart, his best friend and the same girl who stole his heart and stomped on it until it broke into a million pieces. it was simply unbelievable.

you turned him into a depressed man after you broke up with him because you thought it was better to go seperate ways. okay, maybe it was for the better because now he's a superstar volleyball player and now you're doing whatever. and he's one hundred percent sure that you're succeeding in whatever the hell you're doing because holy fuck do you look like a goddess right now.

of course, dating his ex was not written on his workbook. he never would go back to his exes. that he can swear he'd never do but right now he's starting to contemplate whatever mindset he has going on. in full honesty, he's still bitter and upset at you for dumping him due to stupid reasons. it has been years since you last saw each other.

Third Year of High School

" you're not even giving me a chance here! "

his voice broke as tears welled up in his eyes. his hands holding onto yours as he intertwined his fingers with yours. his lips remain a frown as he looked at you. you sighed and remain your gaze on him.

" tooru, it's not that like that "

he clicked his tongue at your words. bullshit. that's all he thinks right now. he lets go of his grip on your hands as he looked at you with glassy eyes. he bites down his bottom lip to control himself from actually breaking down in front of you.

" so, you're gonna give up on us? "

his question remains unanswered as you stayed quiet. he sighed, looks like he got his answer. you sighed and crossed your arms. you couldn't bare to look at him right now in his vulnerable state. you feel like you just got shot by a million arrows from how bad you're hurting him.

" i just think it's better if we go on our seperate ways"

back to the present, he didn't expect you. first of all, he didn't even want to go on this stupid blind date in the first place but his awful yet amazing friends kept pestering him to do this. saying that "you're too obsessed with volleyball get a life", blah blah blah. he just rolled his eyes to their statement but he still went.

so, it wasn't his friends' fault for setting him up with his ex. or is it?

both of you sat in silence for a whole minute inside the busy yet quiet café. both of you had ordered your drinks and tooru swears that his matcha latte is almost finished from how often he kept sipping it.

he quickly clears his throat before finally saying something.

"long time no see"

okay that did not sound as badass as he thought it was gonna be. it kinda sounded corny. he took a second to cringe at himself before looking at you. god, he wanted to curse the heavens because how dare they make him hate this amazing woman!?

from head to toe you're perfect. tooru would fight anyone who says the opposite. you got so much prettier in the last couple of years too. your hair, your eyes, your lips, your face, your ass-

that was a little overboard, he thought. he's not supposed to be thinking this! you broke his heart and he hates you!

" yeah, you look great "

god, he wanted to melt on the spot. the same voice that haunted his dreams for years. still so sweet and so good to listen to. he looks great? woah! does that mean you're complimenting him? what is great? his physique? his personality? he had to bite his bottom lip to cover his smile and remain his scowl.

" pfft- i know "

you rolled your eyes at his words. ah, tooru always as smug as he can be. but he did in fact looked great, he looked healthy and more muscular. indeed, seperation was better for both of you. of course you knew about his growth in the volleyball world, he was the talk of the year. based on the scowl on his face, you're sure he's still being petty about what happened between the two of you.

" i see that your ego is still bigger than your ass "

he gasped at that statement. his eyes narrowed down at you as he crossed his toned arms. he's gotten tan too from the Argentina sun. it's a good look on him, not gonna lie.

" at least, i didn't leave people at their lowest points "

touché but it was a terrible comeback. tooru has always been horrible at comebacks. it did however managed to shaken things up a little bit. you clicked your tongue and rolled her eyes. same old petty tooru.

" i'm sorry, alright? that was a long time ago "

" you don't seem sorry "

" at least i'm apologizing "

" yeah but years after that- "

you groaned loudly making him snicker. he always enjoyed driving you crazy. to him, it was cute to see you all fired up and he just likes to piss people off in general. he leans back on his chair as his gaze remains on you.

" so quickly agitated, (y/n) "

he commented making you huff and roll your eyes.

" you're still as annoying as you'll ever be "

" annoyingly hot you mean "

" maybe because you came from hell "

his smug grin falters and drops at your comeback. he scowls and huffs at your now smug expression. this interaction was gonna be interesting. you just wiggled your eyebrows at him to piss him off even further.

ugh, he hates you. he hates how sassy and teasing you can get. he hates the fact that he finds it cute and sexy at the same time. why is it so sexy when you put him in his place!?

he clears his throat again after a minute of whole silence.

" you know, i hate you right "

you sighed softly and rolled your eyes for what seems about the nth time now.

" and it's completely my fault, i know "

he wanted to say yeah it is. you're to blame for the heartbreak pain he felt for years.

after he flew away to Argentina, he couldn't sleep at night wondering about you, he devoted himself fully to his career because he didn't want to think about you, he tried going out with other women but they all just weren't you.

but right now, it's as if he wanted to push that ego away and forget everything that has happened in the past couple years and just grab your face and kiss you with everything he's got.

and he's not leaving this date until he does exactly that.

[uwurakax]

-> HQ AS TAYLOR SWIFT LYRICS +

summary just the vibes of t.swift songs/lyrics and who (i think) match with the haikyuu guys ♡

-> i srsly missed them sm omg, clownin (also im rusty pls cri), maybe one day we'll write more on t.s songs bc dang she's killin it rn

(also edit bc i just came back to check this again before posting but, i thought it was fitting bc ya girl got eras tour tickets!)

(( edit two - you can see from above when i started working on this, came back and came back again rn, bc sis is making friendship bracelets rn for next month aa! and i got inspired by this lol - i also just have impeccable taste ))

featuring kageyama || oikawa || akaashi || kenma || atsumu ♡

+ i got other stuff ready to post promise, i just needed this out there +

KING OF MY HEART

"and we rule the kingdom inside my room, 'cause all the boys and their expensive cars... never took me quite where you do and all at once you are the one i have been waiting for, king of my heart, body and soul"

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

it's not easy moving on. you'd been scorned before, and had your heart broken. it wasn't a secret to know you'd been on guard, had your heart under lock and key. created a tall, ivory tower that you made sure no one else would think of scaling. that was before you mer him. it was implausibly easy. how everything fell into place when you were just within his vicinity. maybe being hurt wasn't so bad, because if you didn't face them, they wouldn't have led you to him, here and now. he wasn't just the king of the court anymore, another invisible crown bestowed onto him as he climbed; holding the key to you.

- kageyama ♡

LOVER

"i take this magnetic force of a man to be my... my hearts been borrowed and yours has been blue, alls well that ends well to end up with you, swear to be overdramatic and true to my... lover"

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

you knew he was a star, anyone with eyes could see. he was destined for great things, and you were a planet following, orbiting around his sun. you'd always follow, for as long as he wanted. your greatest pleasure though was with the mundane. you'd take the stardom, the fame... but you lived for the monotonous. where it was just you and him. you hoped it would last forever. hand in hand, nothing would stop you. whether it was cheering for him on the sidelines, or laying beside him at night, you'd love him for eternity.

- oikawa ♡

GORGEOUS

"ocean blue eyes, looking in mine, i feel like i might sink and drown and die, you're so gorgeous i can't say anything to your face, cause look at your face; gorgeous"

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

starstruck, awestruck, wonderstruck. any and every 'struck' you could think of, and thats the feelings that grew the moment you locked eyes on him. it was such a cliche, a crowded room with a bunch of other bodies, and yet you seemed to naturally gravitate towards him. love at first sight. a concept so wildly unbelievable and yet so captivating, that the most famous love story revolved around it. yet here you were, stunned into silence, because this was what you were experiencing now. completely out of your comfort zone, never had anyone ever made you feel like this before; but what could you say? he's gorgeous.

- akaashi ♡

YOU BELONG WITH ME

"i'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're about to cry, i know your favourite songs and you tell me about your dreams, think i know where you belong, think i know it's with me"

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

it's not easy being in love with your best friend. you knew practically everything about him. so why was he with her when you were always in his corner from the beginning? the late night gaming sessions and text messages. she just wasn't good for him. she didn't understand him like you did, and his calls and conversations all but proved how much better you could be for him. so why? you didn't need to ponder long, because soon enough he was at your doorstep late into the night, confessing how it was a mistake, how he ended things with her and if he could come inside to talk.

- kenma ♡

CRUEL SUMMER

"and i snuck in through the garden gate, every night that summer just to seal my fate, and i scream for whatever it's worth 'i love you! aint that the worst thing you ever heard?' he looks up grinning like a devil"

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

you had heard about him. heard about how he wasn't good enough for you, and that you shouldn't get involved. you never were a good listener, and soon enough you became involved with him. despite the little voice in your head telling you to let go, you couldn't. it wasn't supposed to be forever, and you were okay with that. initially anyway. catching feelings for something that would end in disaster... but you couldn't end it. not yet. just how deep did you dive into whatever this was? you couldn't pinpoint when it went south, but did that matter? you were too far gone. the anticipation grew the longer this lasted, and in a bout of stress, you blurted out your confession. not your finest moment, and you were sure he'd shun you for good. turn his back on you and walk away, leaving you to mend your broken heart. he didn't though. he just stood there, with his stupid smirk that made you fall for him to begin with, confessing the same words you all but screamed at him moments ago.

- atsumu ♡

[moonbeamwritings]

If there's one perk of the days following any major, candy-centered holiday, it would have to be the half-priced chocolates lining the shelves at your local grocery store— and boy, do you love those discounted sweets. So, like any rational adult would, you plop a bag (or two) of the chocolates into your shopping cart and devise a plan to dig into them after dinner.

Hours later, with your knees tucked close to your chest, you unwrap a chocolate and take the time to read the goofy phrase inside the wrapper, “Chocolate. Always your Valentine.”

“Baby, come on,” Atsumu whines, holding a tin chocolate wrapper up to you with a pout, chocolate lingering on the corner of his lips. “‘Real friends share chocolate.’”

“You already ate one!” Clicking your tongue, you swipe at his lip with your thumb, wiping away the lingering chocolate. With exasperation dripping from your voice, you lightly slap his hand away and remind him, “We’re already sharing!”

He crowds you and pulls the bag closer until it plops into the space between you on the couch — what little there is. Plucking another chocolate from the bag, he grins. “Then don’t mind if I do!”

What ensues is a mess of empty chocolate wrappers and dramatic readings of their little sayings, Atsumu’s arm looped around your shoulders, his face squished close to yours.

“‘Love is nice, but chocolate’s better.’”

“True.”

“Hey, ‘m a good boyfriend! Way better than chocolate could ever be.”

“Mm, chocolate’s not a drama queen like you, though.”

Atsumu’s arm tightens around your shoulders and he’s suddenly pressing loud, wet pecks to the side of your head, punctuating each one with warnings not to “be a little stinker.”

When you finally settle again (after an absolute barrage of kisses), Atsumu plucks one more candy from the half-empty bag. “‘Remember your first crush,’” he reads, a pensive look crossing his features. “Like first real crush?”

You wave a hand. “Sure.”

“Mm, I’d have to say Kita, then.”

You remember Atsumu’s old teammate from Osamu’s restaurant opening and the twins’ birthday celebration last year. He was polite and kind. Handsome. You don’t blame Atsumu one bit; the man’s a catch. For a moment, you think of teenaged Atsumu harboring a crush on his captain, stealing fleeting glances at him on the team bus or in the locker room after practice. You imagine him whispering a confession of his feelings to Osamu late one night like they’re having a sleepover. So cute, and if young adult Atsumu is anything to go by, so obvious.

“Huh, I can see that,” you say with an amused smile. “He’s sweet.”

Atsumu shrugs, a small smile mirroring your own as he nods. “He is. Put up with a lot of my shit back then.” He peers at you, eyes sparkling. “Who was yours?”

You cringe when the image of your first crush comes to mind. “You’re not gonna like it.”

Atsumu’s eyes widen. “Was it ‘Samu?”

“How could it be Osamu? We didn’t know each other in high school, ‘Tsumu.”

“Anything can happen.”

“Well, for your information, it was not.” You pause for a moment, fingers moving to fiddle with the string of Atsumu’s sweatshirt.

He pokes at your sides. “Then who? C’mon tell me. Tell me.”

Quietly, you admit, “It was Oikawa.”

“Oikawa!?” Atsumu asks incredulously. “Baby, say it ain’t so. Yer kiddin’!”

“He sat next to me in math, ‘Tsumu, I don’t know! Crushes are weird.”

“Unbelievable,” he teases with a roll of his eyes. Going quiet for a minute, all he does is stare, chocolate forgotten between you as he does. Before he finally speaks, Atsumu puffs out his chest as he leans closer to you. “’M better lookin’, anyway.”

“You might be a little biased, don’tcha think?”

“'M not. I just think ya have better taste now, is all.”

Knowing this is an argument you won’t win, you bump your nose into his, a sly smile pressing against his mouth. “Mhm, much better.”

[bokubear]

Haikyuu!! — he has a cute contact name for you

❥ including ; ( timeskip! ) ushijima wakatoshi, oikawa toru, yamaguchi tadashi, korai hoshiumi

❥ genre ; fluff, comfort

❥ notes ; the idea of ushijima having a cute contact name for you makes me cry..

Ushijima

homeboy gets sooo flustered

but secretly ;)

you happened to catch a glance at his phone whilst he’s laying beside you in bed, lazily scrolling through your text messages with a satisfied expression

that is, until your eyes scan the contact name reading:

“my everything💗”

and i mean of course you respond by squealing.

i mean who doesn’t when you have such a serious boyfriend, especially when he’s using something so unbelievably cringy & adorable as your contact name

the poor man jumps in his spot, not aware you were awake

“y/n? are you okay?” you can see the concern in his eyes, checking for any injury

all you can do is smile and cup his face in your hands to smother him with kisses.

“i didn’t think you’d have such a cute name for me toshi!!”

you swore his ears turned bright red despite that usual unwavering expression

Oikawa

you’d flown all the way to argentina to visit your long-distance boyfriend, now sitting on the balcony of his apartment with drink in hand

but as toru showed you a picture of your texts he’d sent to a iwaizumi, you came to notice a tiny detail

“mi amor” read the contact name, set with an embarrassing photo of you as well

“toru.. you’re such a romantic.”

“uh.. i was showing our texts to iwa..?”

you slip into his lap effortlessly, arms wrapping around the genuinely confused setter’s shoulders

“you’re my mi amor,” you grin slyly, watching with amusement as his brows lift in surprise

“you saw that? well it’s true,” he brushes off leaning forward to plant a soft kiss to your lips

being the tease you are, you pull back and sprint inside

“babe~ don’t run away.. ‘wanna kiss….”

Yamaguchi

in actuality, tadashi had recently been trying to think up a good contact name for you

but none of them worked well!!

that was until he stumbled upon you calling him baby, and he decided it was appropriate to settle on honey for you

knowing if he chose baby he’d absolutely die, honey made him feel all the more.. stable

nevermind, stable was definitely not a good description

because when you happened to be holding his phone, one of your messages finally delivered

guess what name popped up? honey

not in a million years did you think yamaguchi would call you honey, so to pick fun, you whined whenever he called you by your name

“hey.. call me honey instead”

the look on his face of pure and utter horror was priceless

Korai

korai was a man’s man

or whatever that’s supposed to mean

it’s something hirugami used to describe hoshiumi back in high school, and at the time korai carried the title around happily

..without understanding at all

however, his “man’s man” persona was out of the question when it came to you, all masculine responsibility flying out the window

so on the fateful day you, hoshiumi, and hirugami had met for lunch after what felt to be decades—you happened to loose your phone

nothing out of the ordinary, so using your boyfriends phone to call yours sounded great, right?

wrong

just as you reached your contact hoshiumi realized what he’d gotten himself into

and there went his man’s man title

“BAHAHA angel?? seriously??” hirugami cackled, pointing at hoshiumi’s pink cheeks

yes, your contact was indeed angel and you would never live it down

not even his best friend would let him sleep peacefully without mentioning his “angel”

-maak

plagiarism, repost, and editing are prohibited

[bunny-eats-fox]

with you by my side

oikawa tooru (omega)

warnings: OMEGAVERSE ; hurt/comfort ; oikawa has a child ; oikawa is in heat (nothing explicit though!) ; kindergarten teacher and alpha reader ; wc: 4336 summary: An abandoned, marked Omega with a child finally fell in love again. But it's not as easy as it sounded. As if Tooru could ever believe you would want someone as broken and used as him.

-----------------------------

“Waah, it’s Oikawa-san.”

“Oikawa-san is sooo handsome.”

“I know, right? And he carries himself with such pride and elegance, just like an Alpha would.”

“It’s a shame he is an Omega, right? Haahh, he would be such a great Alpha.”

Everyone around you giggled and whispered, though you simply rolled your eyes at their stupid remarks. They would never change, so you didn’t even bother saying anything anymore. Their “whispering” stopped once the handsome man in a suit stepped into the nursery. Beside him walked a little boy with the biggest grin on his face as he waved already when he saw you.

“Good morning.”, Tooru greeted you with a fleeting smile.

“Good morning, Oikawa-san.”, you bowed lightly and then turned to the little one, “And good morning to you too, Aiden – oh!”

When his son immediately glomped your legs, you only laughed a little and gently stroked his hair.

“Aiden really likes you, (Y/n)-san.”

“Haha, yeah, we get along really well, he is such a little angel. Now Aiden, why don’t you say goodbye to your Daddy and you can join the others at the table for breakfast?”

And before you both could even blink, the little one had already waved and cheered “Bye Daddy!” before he rushed into the room to the other children. Oikawa and you were a little stunned at first, but then he chuckled and turned to you again.

“Well, I’ll be going then. I’ll see you later.”, he then said and also lightly bowed before he walked out of the nursery again.

“Ahhh, (Y/n), you are soooo lucky to be an Alpha and the one doing handover with him each day. I wish Aiden was in my group, then maybe I could get closer to Oikawa-san, even if I would just be a mistress.”, one of the teachers said as she dreamily sighed and stared after the handsome ex volleyball player.

“Oh my Gosh, Yuriko! Don’t even think that. Oikawa-san is clearly bonded, so don’t be so thirsty.”, you playfully elbowed her and with that, she just giggled and went back to the preschool room. Seriously, she was unbelievable.

And with everyone out of sight, your own smile faded a little as you looked out the window, waiting for other parents to arrive. Meanwhile, though, your thoughts circled around one particular man.

It was true.

Oikawa was quite handsome and his little smiles sent the butterflies in your stomach flying. Though you knew you could never, ever actually do something about that. Not only were you in a very difficult position as the teacher of his child, to top it off, you worked as an Alpha in this kind of field that was pretty much exclusively for Omegas. Besides, you had clearly smelt it. Taken Omegas had a very particular scent and even though his had faded quite a bit, you believed it was due to you getting used to it, nothing more. Ergo, he had already found his mate and, obviously, had become pregnant and given birth to little Aiden.

And being a “mistress” like Yuriko had said, was something you would never do – ever.

So, there was seriously no chance for you at all, and that was okay.

You would take care of little Aiden for one more year, then, you would never see Oikawa again. After that, you could finally forget that stupid crush you had developed over the past years.

Though, there was that little voice in the corner of your mind that always nagged you about the fact that you had never seen Tooru’s mate… in real life at least. Since it had been all over social media when he and a very beautiful female volleyball player, an Alpha, of course, had gotten married.

But Tooru had registered Aiden all on his own and he had also always been the only one who would pick him up in the last few years. And truth be told, his mate, who still played for Ireland’s national team, hadn’t talked about Tooru or Aiden anywhere on social media, nor been seen with them.

You knew all that and yet, still, you didn’t want to step out of line and assume. They could still be happily married and bonded but decided to keep that part of their lives private. Though, it was strange that Aiden never mentioned his Mommy.

While all of those thoughts circled around in your head, over and over and over again, you had done handover with the last parent and closed the nursery to start the day. Like many other days prior, you decided you would stop thinking about it all for good today! Seriously!

#

“Aiden is still here? This is rare…”, the last one of your colleagues said as she grabbed her bag to leave.

“Yeah, it is really, really unusual for Oikawa-san to show up this late, especially without calling prior to let us know.”

You looked at Aiden still playing in the corner with some dolls.

“Have you tried calling him?”

“Multiple times already. He won't pick up.”

“Any emergency contacts you could try?”

You knew Yuriko meant well, but her questions annoyed you a little. As if you wouldn’t have thought of that already! Yet, you still smiled politely, “Sadly no, he never put any emergency contacts down, even though we asked him each year, he insisted he would always pick up the phone and there was nothing to worry.”

“But I mean, you can't stay here all night. It’s already past 8, (Y/n)…”

“I know, I know. Look, go on home Yuriko, I’ll stay here for as long as need be and… I’ll figure something out.”

“Alright… see you on Monday. Goodbye Aiden.”, she still waved at the little kid and then left for good.

After that, you sighed, before you got back and grabbed the phone again.

You really didn’t want social services and police involved, but if Oikawa wouldn’t come to pick up his child anytime soon, you didn’t know what else to do… Though, for now, you tried to call again while you played with Aiden to make him feel less lonely.

Another 10 minutes later, you still couldn’t get ahold of Oikawa, when you saw headlights that stopped in front of the nursery. As expected, a few moments later, someone rang the bell. However, all your hopes shattered when it wasn’t the man you had hoped to see in front of the glass door.

“Who are you?”, you asked through the speaker.

“I’m here to collect Aiden.”

“And you are?”

“I’m his friend.”, the strange man said, annoyed at your questions.

“Listen, honestly, I don’t care who you are or what you are to Oikawa-san, but he has never put anyone down for emergencies so, unfortunately, I cannot let you into the nursery and take home Aiden, because I cannot trust you.”

“Wha-? Ugh! Woman! For fuck’s sake!”, the man growled, and right then you knew it was another Alpha and, while the other Omega caretakers might have been affected by his voice, you weren’t. At. all.

“Try anything and I will bite your throat.”, you growled into the speaker yourself.

However…

“It’s uncle Haji!”, an excited voice besides you shouted.

When you looked down, Aiden stood at the glass door and waved ecstatically. The man waved back and then grumbled, “Will you let me in now?”

“Aiden… sweetheart, do you know this man?” You kneeled down and asked him, ignoring said man outside for a moment.

“Mmn. It’s uncle Haji. Sometimes I sleep over. He’s Daddy’s friend!”, he excitedly told you and waved again.

“Oh…”

Though, still unsure, you looked back to the man in front of the locked door. It was wrong on so many levels, but… if Aiden knew him. No, no. He was a kid, it was too risky.

You stood up again.

“Aiden knows you, too, but, legally, I cannot hand the child to a stranger. Oikawa-san hasn’t put you down as an emergency contact or anything… And I cannot reach Oikawa-san to confirm-”

“Because he is in heat.”, he suddenly blurted out, “He passed out from the pain and everything and frantically called me half an hour ago when he woke up and realized how late it was and begged me to collect Aiden because he physically couldn’t.”

“Ah… oh…?”

“Okay, listen. I have proof on my phone that I can show you. I know I overreacted a little there, but I am really panicking right now, because Aiden has been left in the nursery for over 2 hours now!”

“Then why didn’t he call me?! Or pick up the phone? I tried it so many times already. Okay, he was passed out, but like… half an hours ago, I literally called every few minutes.”

“Oh my God.”, Hajime clasped his hands together, his string of patience about to snap.

“This is so complicated. Haaahhh… You’re (Y/n)-san, right?”

“Yes… yes I am and why is it comp-“

“Oikawa likes you.”

You stopped mid-sentence and blinked for a few moments.

“So there is no way in hell he could have come to pick Aiden up today or even called. He was barely able to talk to me over the phone. And like I said, he had already passed out and it was too late when he noticed.”

“Ne, ne… Why can’t Haji come in?”, you felt a little tug on your shirt and a small voice.

“Ah… I…”

You were overwhelmed.

Completely baffled to be honest. The current situation was surreal.

“Can… you give me any sort of proof that you’re really his friend? I just… Anything.”

“I have texts and his number and photos to proof it.”

“Okay… can you hold them against the door? So I can see?”

And that, he did. When he showed you the call from around 45-ish minutes ago, it was indeed Oikawa’s number and he also showed some pictures of Aiden, Oikawa and himself that seemed pretty recent. So… against all your instincts, you decided to trust him and opened the door.

“Finally!”

And, thankfully, once he stepped inside, Aiden also immediately flung himself into the Alpha’s arms.

“So? Do you still think I am a stranger?”, he asked as he picked up the toddler.

“Well… no. Otherwise, Aiden wouldn’t have glomped you like that if he wouldn’t know you very well.”

“Yeah, my mate and I take care of Aiden from time to time, especially when Oikawa is… uhm… you know, in Heat and stuff and bedridden. It was okay the last few years when his bond hadn’t faded yet, but now…not even the suppressants really work and… I gotta stop talking, that’s none of my business.”, he sighed in frustration, “Anyways, uhm, thanks and I’m sorry I got a little… heated. To be honest, I am really glad Aiden has a teacher like you who would fight for him like that.”

“Yeah, no uhm, I mean… that’s my job. So, yeah. Ahm… sorry, I am really… I don’t know what to do right now. That information is all a little much right now, so you got me speechless to be honest, even though I am an Alpha too, haha…”, you nervously laughed.

After you wrote down Iwaizumi’s contact information and made a copy of his ID, a bit of an awkward silence settled in as he thought for a little. Then he seemed like he had made up his mind.

“I… most certainly am overstepping a boundary here but… like I said, Oikawa has been talking about you for at least a year now and that’s also when his heat started to come back, so I think… he really means it when he says he likes you… a lot. It means he’s finally over her and, I’m definitely overstepping something here, but if there is a chance that you like him too, you know… he is at home. Suffering through this alone. I will take Aiden with me for the weekend, so…”

“Are you… sending an Alpha to an Omega’s home… while he is in heat?”, you raised your brow in disbelief.

He did gulp and then stumble a little over his words as he tried to explain, “Because, well, he has been suffering for so many years and he finally let go and started to look ahead, so if there is the slightest chance that you like him as well-“ But then Hajime stopped himself.

“No, you know what. You’re right. I am actually an idiot. This has nothing to do with me and I definitely said something I shouldn’t have. I will go and, if the suppressants still don’t work until Monday, I will be the one bringing Aiden and collecting him again, so we will see each other again anyways. Aiden, say bye bye to your teacher now.”

“Bye~!”, Oikawa’s son smiled and gave a small wave as he had completely nestled himself into Iwaizumi’s arms, tired and just happy to be in a familiar, safe space now.

“Bye, Aiden…Goodbye Iwaizumi-san.”

And when they left, you finally sat down and hove a big sigh.

This all seemed like a really weird and bad dream. It was truly surreal. Plus, it still felt wrong to have had Iwaizumi collect Aiden, but… from your own experience, children did not trust Alphas. Their instincts led them to Omegas first and to female Betas second, but never to Alphas, not even female ones (hence why it had been so difficult to fulfil your dream of being a kindergarten teacher.) So, if Aiden wouldn’t have fully trusted and hugged Hajime the moment he stepped inside, thus suggesting they did know each other very well, you would have fought for dear live before handing him over. Though, all the other evidence like photos and the number were quite convincing as well.

But then, there was all that other… information. You thought it wasn’t right of Hajime to tell you something so private about Oikawa, but you believed he truly meant well and just wanted his friend to be happy again.

Now, honestly, the rest was up to you…

#

“Haah… Haah… Nghghg!”

Once another wave of cramps and painful heat shot through his body, Oikawa grabbed the pillow harder, almost ripping the fabric. Even though he had relieved himself multiple times already, the pain of wanting to be taken and loved didn’t stop.

He hated himself for doing something so disgraceful. The fever made him imagine all sort of things… that were done by you to him. It was your hand that groped and squeezed him, gave him relief and satisfaction. Though, when another heat wave almost made him pass out from overwhelming emotions and the fever, he knew that it wasn’t you. He was just by himself. All by himself.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”, he choked out while tears streamed down his face.

With one hand, he dug his nails into the bond mark; a mark that had once made him so happy now brought nothing but pain. It tainted him. He was broken and used. He could never confess to an Alpha like you. You deserved so much better. Tooru believed he was better off alone after all the heartache and pain he had to go through in the past five years. His mark, that had lightened already since the bond had finally been cut off, would never completely fade away and would forever stigmatize him. And, even worse, he had so many scars covering it. Scars from his own nails that had dug into his flesh and drawn blood so often. But it would never be gone. Never. How could he even think about dating again when he couldn’t even proudly wear his future mate’s mark when another – in his eyes – shone so brightly still.

Tooru was about to give in to the fever that wanted to knock him out, when a sudden ring of his doorbell made him flinch. He didn’t know who it could be, since he was sure Iwaizumi should have collected Aiden by now and since his friend knew about his predicament, he wouldn’t drop him off. So, he decided to ignore it, however…when the bell rang again, he, begrudgingly, dragged himself to the bedroom window that faced the streets. And when he saw who exactly stood in front of his little house, his knees already gave in.

No, no, no. This… couldn’t be real.

Tooru, with his muscles aching and a mild fever clouding his mind, dragged himself out of the bedroom to the little hallway. Desperation, want and pain drove him to think irrationally when he unlocked the door and flung it open as if he wasn’t just emitting the most potent pheromones.

And certainly…all it took was a few seconds before your own Alpha pheromones reached his nose and all the Omega wanted to do was jump you. However, with the last remaining clear thoughts he scraped together, he stumbled backwards in an effort to get away from you, especially when he saw the look on your face.

“N-No… I… don’t… look.”, he sobbed, but your scent had already brought him to his knees right at the entrance.

That’s when he realized another thing. Since his heat affected you as well, it meant you didn’t have a bond with anyone. It made him so stupidly happy to know that, his body produced even more pheromones to cloud your mind even further.

“O-Oikawa-san… I…”, you gulped heavily, your breath ragged as you closed the door behind you and stared at the Omega in front of you.

That stare alone burned. But it wasn’t unpleasant. Something inside of him wanted you to keep looking at him more.

“Please…”, he whined as he reached out his hand.

That was it.

There was no way you could hold back anymore.

#

“Okay… there we go. All clean.”, you gentle pushed the corners of the band-aid down so it stuck to his skin properly.

Now, after you had stopped his and your aching for a few hours, Oikawa was finally able to think clearly again. Though, it was still strange. Things like “aftercare” were quite new to him. Because of his former wife, he was used to being… used. Not loved, per se.

Hence why, when you stood up and actually cleaned all his little wounds from your own biting and scratching, as well as the deep wound near his former bond mark, he didn’t know what to say or how to react. So, he just let you do it quietly.

Afterwards, you lay back down onto the bed, facing him.

“Are you okay, Oikawa-san? Does it hurt anywhere?”, you asked, genuinely worried about him, “I know I can get pretty rough. I’m sorry.”

“No, I…I’m fine. Thanks for… uhm… helping me out.”

“No problem… though I was really scared when you didn’t show up for Aiden. And your friend can get pretty scary too.”

“Ahaha… yeah, Iwa-chan’s pretty intimidating. Sorry, I couldn’t call, I am… a horrible father and useless Omega.”, he said, covering his face with his hand.

“Ah, no that’s not how I meant it. So please don’t say that. You are wonderful. You know… it’s not your fault your heat’s so strong.”

“It kinda is… I know I overdosed on suppressants during my last cycle since it was already so bad, so it got totally out of control this time. I am such an idiot.”, he laughed at himself deprecatingly, “I can't do anything right, why? I can't even take care of Aiden without any help, I am such a failure. And then I dare to fall in love with you, even though I am so useless and shameful.”

“Hey…”, you scooched a little closer and gently grabbed his hand to reveal his face again, “Don’t say that. You’re not useless or shameful! … Where is the Oikawa-san that always carries himself with such pride and elegance, hm?”

“Well, he is but a mere lie.”, he scoffed under tears, “In reality, I am just used goods, a used tissue thrown away in the bin. I can't even properly take care of myself, how am I supposed to take care of Aiden? I couldn’t even be a decent Omega to my mate, so how am I supposed to be a decent father, I-”

“Oikawa-san!”, you grabbed his cheeks, surprising him a little and stopping his self-loathing, “Don’t talk about yourself like that, I won’t allow it. You are not used goods or shameful, or anything else you say you are. You are a hardworking, kind, loving father. You raise Aiden all on your own and he is such an energetic, loving little fella. You are amazing and… even if I don’t know much about your past, I promise you that, whatever happened, will not keep me from falling in love with you even more. I don’t care about your old bond mark or that you have a child with someone else, I… like you just like that. You and Aiden are very precious to me and… I want to get to know you more and fall in love with you more and be by your side and eventually also… uhm… mark you.”

You looked him straight in the eyes, even if your cheeks had turned a little warmer due to your own words. However, as you watched his own eyes become glazed as he tried to hold back the tears again, you didn’t regret just stating the truth and how you honestly felt.

“Really? You mean it? You… won't abandon me and Aiden after you get to know me? And I promise! I won't be clingy or annoying. And I will try my best not to scent you and you don’t have to do it to me either, I won't take your stuff or nest or anything and you don’t have to bother with my heat, I promise I’ll get it under control again and I won't bother you with Aiden, I- ”

It truly broke your heart to see the usual prideful Omega so broken as he continued with his tirade of all the things he wouldn’t do. Even though they were completely fine and most, if not all of them, just things Omegas liked and did naturally. You wondered what the hell his past Alpha had done to make him so insecure about these things.

So, in the end, you simply shut him up with a kiss. And that worked quite well as he instantly returned the sweet gestured.

“Oikawa-san, I promise, I won't abandon you. And I would be really honored to scent you and have your scent on me as well. If you want to make a nest, please tell me and I’ll bring over anything you need, you can even do it in my closet if you would want that.”, you told him reassuringly as you leaned your forehead against his, “If you let me, I will take care of you during your heats, you don’t have to take suppressants or suffer alone. And you know I already adore Aiden, so don’t even think about it, you two could never bother me. Okay? You don’t have to hold back with me, yeah?”

That truly overwhelmed him. Before, he had just accepted all the conditions of his former mate without much questions, since, despite all of it, he loved her and wanted to be a good Omega for her. Though, with all the things you just told him, maybe it really… was okay to just be himself from now on.

“Yeah…Thank you, (Y/n)-san.”

That was all he said before he hugged you closely and kissed you again.

#

You stood with a smile in front of the glass door, awaiting the parents like every other weekday. And your smile only brightened when a familiar car parked and a handsome man in a suit stepped into the nursery, carrying himself with elegance and pride like always.

“Good morning, Oikawa-san, good morning Aiden.”, you greeted them.

“Good morning, teacher. Oh…”, Aiden stopped in his track and then looked up to his father. “… Daddy! I finally know why you smell so different, you smell like (Y/n)-sensei. I knew something was different yesterday when I came home.”

Before you could even react properly, the little one was on his merry way to the breakfast room, happy he connected the dots all on his own like a big boy.

“Kids these days…”

“Alpha/Omega kids pick up on anything, hm?”, Tooru said, a little rosy hue adorning his cheeks as he fiddled with his necktie for a moment, though, when your eyes met, you both had to chuckle a little.

“I’ll see you tonight, (Y/n)-san.”, then he leaned forward a little (your colleagues enviously starting at the scene from the back) and whispered, “Also, I would love it if you could join me and Aiden for dinner on this fine Friday. I think it’s time to tell him now.”

“Oh.”, a smile inevitably found its way on your lips, “Yeah, I’d love that. I’ll see you tonight then.”

Tooru nodded and rose again, before he bowed slightly into the direction of your colleagues (who embarrassingly and hastily looked away to try and look busy). Then he walked away.

“Ah! Oikawa-san?”

“Hm?”, he stopped in his track and turned around slightly.

“There’s a hair on your suit…”, you pulled Aiden’s hair from his necktie, inevitably, or more like… deliberately, you let your wrist glide along the fabric for a second, scenting him indirectly once again, “Sorry, now you’re ready for work, have a good day, Oikawa-san.”

Even though you smiled, he could see the mischievous little glint in your eyes, hence, with a little bit more warmth developing on his cheeks, he turned away and left with a mumbled, “Thanks.”

However, as the only Alpha in the room, you vividly smelt the happy pheromones he emitted, even if he was a little shy about it.

“Hehe alright…”, you giggled and clapped in your hands, “Let’s get to work.”

------------------

all characters canonically under 18 are always aged up ; english is not my native language so i apologize for any mistakes ;

an: well... it's been a hot minute. but, while my life has been a living hell since may... it's finally okay again and i hope with all the changes in my life, i now can find the time and energy to write again and possibly more!

[hoperenae]

Turning Heads (a Haikyuu fanfic by hoperenae)

PREVIOUS — SERIES MASTERLIST — NEXT

PART 25- Our Turn

We had some downtime before our next match since our next opponent wasn’t done with their match yet, so we went to the other gym and watched. It was an intense matchup between Aoba Johsai and Dateko. Either team would be a challenge for us, but I think we were all secretly hoping for a rematch with Seijoh.

As it turned out, we didn’t have to wish for long. Seijoh beat out Dateko 2-0. It pained me to see Dateko get defeated, but they definitely gave their opponents a fair bit of trouble. Now, it was our turn.

As we made our way to the practice gym to warm up again, I pulled my phone out of my backpack and saw a text from Kuroo.

Heard you guys made it past the first 2 rounds. Good luck against Seijoh!! You’ll do great, wing spiker 😝

I felt my cheeks warm as I smiled at my phone screen. I crafted a quick reply.

Thanks, rival 😉 you better win too so we can play each other for real at nationals!

The three little dots appeared as he quickly responded.

Looking forward to it! ☺️

After our warm up, we headed to the main gymnasium. When it was time, we lined up on the back line. I couldn’t help but glance at Oikawa on the other side of the court. He was already looking at me, and when our eyes met, he nodded and I did the same. It was finally time.

As I took my position on the court, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Even though it wasn’t our first match in this tournament, and it certainly wasn’t nationals, the stakes felt unbelievably high. We gave it our all against Seijoh last time and still lost, and looking around at my teammates, I could tell they were feeling the same thing as me: determination. The need to prove ourselves and our growth was overpowering. I couldn’t help but smile at my team, my boys.

“Hey!” I called out to them. Everyone’s eyes snapped to me. “It’s our turn.” The boys grinned back, and with that, the match had begun.

Oikawa, as usual, delivered a wicked-fast serve. Daichi was able to receive it, but it went straight back over the net. Seijoh’s Kindaichi spiked it over, but Kagyeama surprised everyone by leaning out and receiving with his left hand. If he got first touch, then that meant…

Sure enough, Nishinoya’s quick reflexes kicked in, and he jumped forward to do his newly-honed libero set. The set was a little high and close to the net, just how I liked it. I licked my lips, sprinted forward, jumped without a blocker in sight, and spiked a beautiful straight shot right in the middle of the court.

Nishinoya barreled over to me and gave me a double high five. “I can’t believe that worked!”

“That was the perfect toss, Noya-san!” I cheered. I glanced over at the other side of the net and found Oikawa staring back at me with a sly grin spread across his face. He shook his head, and it suddenly brought me back to our first practice match against Seijoh. So much had changed since then, and even though it had been hard, I knew then more than ever that I had made the right decision with Oikawa. We were meant to be like this: rivals.

For a while, we stayed even with Aoba Johsai, trading points back and forth. Everyone started to get a little nervous when Seijoh figured out a way to counter Hinata’s quick, but we weren’t the same team as before.

Apparently, neither were they, because when the score for the first set was 24-23 in our favor, Seijoh subbed in a player we hadn’t seen before who they referred to as “Mad Dog.” When Oikawa set the ball in a clear path to Kindaichi, Mad Dog ran up, pushed Kindaichi out of the way, and slammed the ball down, shocking everyone in the gymnasium. Luckily, the ball landed out and we took the set, but that didn’t stop the pit that formed in my stomach. That Mad Dog was going to be a real problem.

After a missed serve on each side, the second set kicked off with Mad Dog hitting a crazy cut shot, even more impossible than Bokuto’s. Seijoh managed to score a few more points, giving them an early lead we couldn’t afford. We started creeping up behind them, but the point gap remained. When Suga subbed in, we developed a strategy to counteract the Mad Dog by serving to him so he couldn’t do a quick attack. Suga and Kageyama finally got to utilize their “setter switch” strategy, and Kageyama scored a beautiful line shot. However, Seijoh caught on to our strategy, and someone else received for Mad Dog on Suga’s next serve.

They reached 20 points first, which was always bad news. If they took the second set, the third would be excruciating. We couldn’t let them have it. Yamaguchi came in as a pinch server and miraculously scored 5 points in a row, tying up the set. We went back and forth again until we got to a deuce. Back and forth, back and forth. Oikawa’s serves seemed more intense than ever, and we eventually lost the set 28-26.

Looks like we were in for one more set, after all.

TAGLIST: @bokuroibi @lemurzsquad

[bectoshi]

warnings: NSFW, timeskip!characters, established relationship, female reader, grinding, intoxication (alcohol), drunk sex, swearing, petnames, masturbation (it happens but isn’t described), might suck, not proofread

minors dni

men who take care of you after a night out with the girls. in more ways than one. 

men who already have their car engines started when their phone lights up with a call from you. the one that he’s always received whenever you go somewhere without him, the one where you’re drunk and calling for a ride home. he’ll always pick up.

men who will sit with you on the bed and wipe your makeup off when the alcohol in your system prevents you from doing so yourself, having engulfed your body with fatigue. 

his only request, that you sit still on his lap so he can get the task done. but when you’re looking down at his face, so focused on yours, making sure he doesn’t miss a spot, or his big arms tensing following every slight move he makes, or his gentle fingertips on your cheeks, forehead, and now lips, you just cant help but want him. so so badly. 

“need you so bad” you’ll whine into his shoulder. holding on to them and shifting your position so that you’re straddling only one of his legs, applying more pressure to where your crotch meets his thigh. 

he chuckles and shakes his head, “you’re drunk. not right now, doll.” unfortunately for his case, the rejection only fueled your motivation to make him give in. 

he seethes a string of curses, “fuck fuck fuck” as you go on to grind his thigh, moving your hips back and forth as you work to relieve the tension in your lower stomach. 

and despite his not so adamant reluctance a few moments before, his leg underneath you tenses and he raises it up higher, making the friction between his pants and your clit so much more satisfying. his rough hands are all of a sudden snaking around your body, going up along your thighs and finally resting on both sides of your hips, gripping them hard and moving them at a much more fulfilling pace.

in addition to the sloppy kisses he places along your exposed collarbones, his mouth releases pleased moans that mingle with yours in the otherwise silence of your shared bedroom. because in all honesty, he’s able to get off of you just feeling good. 

“you wanna cum on my thigh, hm? show me how much of a good girl you are?” to that you enthusiastically nod, unable to form words, already moving faster regardless of the already unbelievable speed that he has you grinding against him.

one of his hands reach down to rub your clit through your clothes, circling it with almost an urgency.

it all just feels so good. and when you look back at his face below you with his eyes struggling to stay open, your orgasm comes crashing over you. he kisses you through it, comforting you as you come apart on top of him. 

“c’mere baby,” he coos when your orgasm ends and he notices your blissed out expression, pulling you impossibly closer to him and holding you close, “you did such a good job f’me yeah?” 

you answer with a hum of agreement as tiredness from the events of tonight all caught up to you. 

men who, after everything, still manage to clean you up and tuck you into bed before jerking himself off in the bathroom, having neglected his boner until he was sure you were set for the night.

TETSUROU KUROO, tooru oikawa, hajime iwaizumi, KENTO NANAMI, satoru gojo, katsuki bakugou, rintarou suna, keiji akaashi, SYLUS, ur fave!

[215-luv]

HQ BOYS ADORING YOU

KUROO: “who’s the best person in the world?” your boyfriend teases with a smirk on his face, his fingers playing with the ends of your hair as he stares at you adoringly—and it’s so obvious—the way he looks at you will never go unnoticed by anyone as he gazes at you as if you’re the only precious thing in the world. he tucks a strand behind your ear and his eyes seem to glimmer even more, “look at you, i can’t believe you’re actually mine.”

OIKAWA: “my sweetheart,” he coos, mumbling out his compliments to you against your neck that’s followed by soft pecks of lingering kisses, and he breathily chuckles everytime he does so, as if he’s been struck by cupid’s bow each second he’s in your presence. “my sweet angel.”

SAKUSA: “you know,” his words come out in a low murmur as one of his hands find place on the side of your head, letting his thumb gently rub itself against the softness of your skin. “you’re the best thing that has happened to me.” he admits, and a rare smile forms on his face as he lets his eyes find art upon your features.

AKAASHI: “i’ll tell you a secret.” he whispers on the side of your ear as you lay on him with your back pressed against his chest. you sense his lips nearing your ear, his warm breath sending shivers through your spine. “i think, i’m inlove with you. too inlove. but maybe not just too inlove, maybe i’m actually head over heels for you, knees weakened, heart beating rapidly, fingers itching to hold yours—or maybe it’s just that i love you too much that words couldn’t measure how much i love you to the bottom of my heart. and i think i could never stop myself from adoring you even more.” he whispers with a smile gracing upon his features, teasingly blowing on your ear with softness. “that’s my secret.”

ATSUMU: everytime he looks at you, he couldn’t stop the lovesick grin forming upon his face. you watch as he bites back the obvious smile, his upper teeth fighting its’ place as it digs itself on his bottom lip, and he could only apologize half heartedly as he buries his face onto the pillows while his hand remains on your cheek. his chuckles come out in a muffle and he feels his heart beating rapidly while you just lay there bewildered upon his questionable state. he takes a peek of you on one eye as half of his face remains buried against the pillow, and now, he couldn’t stop the grin on his face that has his teeth showing as he laughs, “god, sorry baby. you’re just so adorable it’s unbelievable. it’s actually unbelievable how someone like you is laying on my arms right now.”

BOKUTO: “you’re mine right?” he asks with a smile on his face as his arms tighten its’ hold around you. he’s being extremely giddy and clingy with you while he places playful pecks all over your face. “yes, you’re mine!” he unashamedly answers his own question in a cheer, nuzzling his cheek against yours as he pulls you against his body impossibly closer that leaves no gap between you two.

YAMAGUCHI: “you know, you make me feel scared sometimes,” he admits solemnly, his eyes drifting to look at anything but you as a sad smile appears upon his face. “i’m scared that you’ll leave me someday, in which everyday i pray that i’m good enough for you so you’ll only have to look at me and not anyone else.” he says, and after a moment, he finally has the courage to let his eyes drift to gaze upon you, eyeing you with so much affection yet sadness while his hold on your hand tightens even more as if he’s afraid to let you go. he leans closer to you and he gives you a soft peck on your forehead, letting his lips linger there for a while as his next words come out in a murmur, “that’s how much you mean to me honey.”

IWAIZUMI: he stares at your sleeping state in silence, finding comfort in the way you’re under his arms in the middle of the night as he couldn’t seem to have any plans of sleeping when you’re this beautiful under his gaze. a tiny smile graces upon his face while he intakes every feature of you. and soon enough, he couldn’t stop the chuckle escaping from his lips that leaves him to lean down to land a soft peck on the side of your head with a smile, “god, you’re the only person to make me feel this way. what the hell are you doing to me?”

USHIJIMA: couldn’t help but keep staring at you with eyes that speak more than words. his gaze never leaves you when you move at one place to another. and when you question him of his actions, he blinks at you for a moment, keeping silent. and then he finally, stoically reveals with a rare blush on his face, “i just think you’re very alluring that i couldn’t find myself to take my eyes off of you. i apologize, was i perhaps making you uncomfortable?”

KENMA: he comes to a point where he couldn’t hold himself back from being clingy for you. constantly, when he’s initiating physical contact with you he’ll tell out trivial statements such as “you’re so warm, i don’t mind using your lap as my own pillow” or “your hands. they’re nice. i should keep holding them so people can avoid touching it.” and whenever you try to contradict to his statements, he’ll only shoot back with a “but they’re mine. i thought you already knew i don’t like sharing what’s mine?”

[moonbeam-writing]

Hi! I am in love with your Good Enough post for the Haikyuu!! boys. It was so sweet and exactly what I needed to read. I adore fluffy things like that. Not a lot of authors stick to SFW and I want to thank you for sticking to that. As someone who has a foot on both sides of that line, I know how easy it is to fall. I think we have a tendency to forget that intimacy can be nonsexual as well. So, go you!

Anyhow, before I get on another tangent… I would like a part 2 of Good Enough. With Iwaizumi, Kuroo, Kita, Akaashi, Daichi and Makki? (Part 1 had 6 so I chose 6 as well.) Please and thank you in advance if you take my request!

— Good Enough (Volume II)

๑ Requested by @exaltedvalkyrie

๑ Iwaizumi Hajime, Kuroo Tetsurou, Kita Shinsuke, Akaashi Keiji, Daichi Sawamura, Hanamaki Takehiro (Haikyuu)

๑ Contains: Use of They/Them pronouns (they weren't specified and I like making things as inclusive as possible, I hope that's okay!); Angst with a happy ending (or at least okay ending); Hurt/Comfort

๑ Quick Note: Thank you so much for requesting and thank you for all the kind words! All of it really made my morning!! <3

– Editing Note: Akaashi's is a bit different! Nothing scary, it is just a bit different from the other ones. I also didn't know how to end it, so the ending is kind of abrupt. Sorry!

– Editing Note (6/12/22): I am so, so, unbelievably sorry this is so late!! This last semester was a lot busier than I anticipated and I am so sorry for the months-long wait. I hope you enjoy the finished product.

๑ Related Works: Good Enough (Volume I)

—

Iwaizumi Hajime

Hajime's eyebrows furrowed as he looked at you.

Your teeth were caught on the inside of your bottom lip and your eyes were focused straight ahead, even though Hajime could see you weren't processing anything that was going on around you. Your teeth moved their position from the inside of your mouth to fully biting into the outside of your lip. Hajime watched as you sat there looking troubled before you opened your mouth.

"Iwa, I think... I think we should break up."

Iwaizumi Hajime frowned. He frowned at the way your words shook, he frowned at the idea that you wanted to leave him, and he frowned at you using a nickname that conveyed you weren't as close as you were. Aside from Oikawa, and at this point in Iwaizumi's life, a select few others, 'Iwa-chan' was reserved for people just barely friendly enough to get to a first name basis with him. The fact that you didn't call him Hajime, but instead something still friendly enough hurt him.

"Why?" He asked, careful to not let his voice have a harsh edge. He knew the situation was sensitive and that you were likely sensitive in this moment as well. "Why do you think that?"

"It's just..." You shrugged, looking anywhere but him. "I know you could do better."

Iwaizumi's frown grew and his eyebrows drew closer together. He couldn't understand where you got that idea. "What do you mean?" He asked, carefully turning your head to face him. "How could I possibly do better when I have you? If anything, you're too good for me."

At his admission, you let out a shaky breath. "What?" You hiccuped.

"You're the one that deserves better." He repeated. "I work odd hours that normally run late, I'm not always in the best mood and my temper's always been short." Iwaizumi grabbed your hands in his, gently playing with your fingers. "None of that ever seems to bother you, though. You're always here for me and putting up with me. You're my world, (Y/N). I don't want to let you go, but if you really want to leave, I don't want to make you miserable and force you to stay."

The dam officially broke as a sob finally escaped you. You threw your body into his. "I'm sorry, Hajime! I don't wanna leave you, I promise!"

Hajime pulled you closer into him, softly petting your head. "I've got you, baby." He whispered, kissing the top of your head. "I love you so much. If you ever start getting thoughts like that again, let me know, yeah?"

You nodded against him. "I love you too, Hajime."

Kuroo Tetsurou

"Honey, I'm home!" Kuroo announced as he entered your shared apartment, waiting to hear your sweet little laugh. You both knew Kuroo saying that was cheesy and ridiculous, but it got you every time. This time, however, was different. Instead of an amused snort passing through your nose, or a laugh ringing throughout the room, Tetsurou was met with silence.

He looked to the side of the door and frowned. Your shoes were here, but you weren't. The man began to look around, starting with your shared bedroom.

Walking down the hallway and opening the door, he discovered that he was right. There you were, sitting in the middle of your bed with your legs crossed and your palms over your eyes. He couldn't stand seeing you like this.

"Baby?" Your head lifted and your eyes met his. Tetsurou looked at you with eyes full of concern. Your eyes were red and your face was puffy. To him, it was obvious that you had been crying, but he wouldn't be surprised if you tried to blame it on the previous position of your hands.

"Hey, Kuroo." You smiled at him, but it was forced and tired, your eyes were full of sympathy and love. He was so confused.

He sat himself next to you. "What's wrong?"

You heaved a sigh, leaning your head on his shoulder. "I think..." The hesitance and exhaustion in your voice was audible. "I think we should break up."

"Why?" He asks, brows furrowed and looking down at you.

"I just," you sighed. "I just feel like it might be the right way to go. I just feel like I don't fit anymore."

"How could you not fit, (Y/N)?" You just shrugged, letting silence fill the space around you. Tetsurou pulled you into his lap, petting your head with the whole of his palm. The vacant look in your eyes and your dead weight was unsettling. "What they might say or think doesn't matter, (Y/N)." He wasn't sure if your thoughts were caused by others or if they were all your own, but he didn't want to take the risk. "You are one of the most important people in my life and I hate whenever you're not with me. I hate whenever I have to go somewhere for work and can't take you with me, but love having you be the first person I see when I walk in the door or when I wake up in the morning, and I love being able to show you off."

A sniffle escaped you and you moved to pull him into you in turn. "I hope you –" a hiccup interrupted you, "I hope you know how proud of you I am..."

Even though you didn't explain it, Tetsurou knew that the two of you would be okay. The man melted into you, kissing the top of your head before falling onto his back. "I'm proud of you too, (Y/N)."

Kita Shinsuke

Shinsuke stretched his back out, looking around at all the work he'd managed to do.

To Kita, everything was going according to plan. He woke up earlier than usual in hopes to have all of his chores for the day done before you woke up. Shinsuke was determined to spend the day with you. Life had been busy, and unfortunately, rather unkind to you lately, so, while you finally managed a day off, Kita made it his mission to take care of you.

Going inside, Shinsuke saw that you were already up, the universe seemed like it didn't want you to have breakfast in bed. You were sitting at the kitchen table, head in your hands and your shoulders slumped inwards on yourself. Shinsuke, being the sweet and doting man he is, immediately went into panic mode.

There was a small tremble in your shoulders that told him you were crying and any joke he could have made about you being sleepy died in his throat.

"Darling?" You pulled your head up in slight shock. It seemed you weren't expecting him inside yet. "What's wrong?" He asked as he made his way over you. He was worried - you were never this distressed so early in the morning.

The corners of your mouth pulled further down into a frown and you looked down again. "Just thinking."

Your dismissive answer prompted a semi-amused huff to leave his nose. "About?" Shin asked, hoping to make you smile a little.

"About how I'm not good enough." The words were said in a way that conveyed you were bored, but he knew you. You were fed up with the thoughts and you were tired. Shinsuke couldn't tell if you believed his words or not, however, they still left your lips and as much as you were trying to fight them, he saw the way your eyes glossed over. His heart threatened to break.

He picked you up into his arms, taking your seat on the chair and putting you into his lap. "Why do you think that, dear?" His voice was soft, coaxing you into answering him, or at least accepting the comfort he was offering.

He felt you shrug against his chest. "I've just been so busy and tired lately." You admitted flatly. "And then I come home, and here you are; the sweetest thing in the universe, taking care of me when you need the care more than I do. You're just incredible, Shinsuke, and I feel as though I can't compare. You just treat me so well, and I'm scared you'll grow to resent me."

Shinsuke's heart officially broke a little once he heard your voice's pitch rise and crack with the anguish you were bottling up. "(Y/N), darling, no." He attempted to soothe. "I could never, ever resent you, darling. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, and even when you don't need help taking care of yourself, I will be here, helping as much as you need me to."

Warmth and a hint of optimism bloomed in his chest as you squeezed yourself further into him, letting your usual habit take place. Kita loved the way you curled into him when he had you on his lap, knowing it was a subconscious thing you did, reveling in the safe feeling it gave you. "I love you, Shin." You squeaked out.

"I love you too, (Y/N)." He took one of his hands from your back to coax your head up. The smile he pulled onto his lips widened a little when he saw the way your pupils dilated when you saw him. "Now, because you have the day off and I finished all of my usual chores, you and I are going to do nothing but relax today. But first, breakfast. What sounds good, my love?"

Akaashi Keiji

Though it was something Keiji loathed to admit, he occasionally felt low and overshadowed by those around him. It was never their fault, and Akaashi knew that it was never intentional or done with ill intent. It simply was what it was.

When Akaashi Keiji saw the look on your face, he immediately recognized all the signs. Lucky for Keiji, another skill he's gained over the years is cheering people up. One of his favorite things in Keiji's life was you and your smile, and he wanted to keep both of those things alive and well.

"Welcome back, sweetheart." He smiles gently at you, putting his work aside on the couch cushion next to where he was sitting and holding his arms open. As soon as your shoes were off, you almost immediately fell into his lap. His own tension left as he felt yours practically melt away. He still felt tension built up in your shoulders, but that was okay. He was going to help you get rid of it.

You were silent, breathing Keiji in. He cradled your head gently, hoping his heartbeat could help soothe you. His thumb carefully moved in slow, wide circles over your head and the occasional kiss was pressed into your hair.

"I love you so much, (Y/N), and I'm so happy you're home." There wasn't a response, but Keiji didn't worry about it. You needed the praise and reassurance, and he needed to take care of you. "I know how busy you've been lately, but I am so proud of you. I hope you know just how grateful I am for you and all of your hard work, (Y/N). You mean so much to me, baby."

The last bit of tension in your shoulders began to lift. Akaashi knew he accomplished what he needed to.

Daichi Sawamura

"Daichi, I'm enough for you, right?"

Daichi shifted is gaze over to you, confusion splayed over his face. "Of course you are." He couldn't help the short, disbelieving laugh that left him. "Why?" The amusement that was previously in his voice was gone, replaced by concern.

You lamely shrugged, looking over at him with bashfulness in your smile. "I don't know." You answer with a shrug, your eyes looking wistful. "I just remember when we got together in high school. You were so incredible to me." You let yourself lean into him on the couch.

Daichi remembers back then. He thought the world of you, and you looked at him as though he hung the stars in the sky. Suga often joked about how nauseatingly sweet you two were and Daichi always believed it. "I loved you then, and I love you now, too."

You snorted, a smile gracing your face. "Yeah," you trailed off before continuing. "I always wondered how I got so lucky. I didn't think I deserved you. Sometimes it's still hard to believe."

Daichi sent you a smile, though it was tinted with sadness. Daichi gave your hand a quick squeeze. "I think the same thing about you, but you mean so much to me, (Y/N)." He pressed a kiss to the side of your head and you leaned further into him.

Hanamaki Takehiro

"Hey, sunshine!" Makki greeted you, his smile as bright as the nickname he gave you.

You looked over at him from your spot on the couch and the smile you tried to give him didn't even reach halfway to your eyes. "Hey, Hana."

You sounded like you were on the verge of tears and Makki went into "cheer up" mode. He moved in front of you, crouching down to meet your eye level. "What's wrong?"

Your bottom lip wobbled and you sniffled, despite tears not even coming to your eyes yet. "Am I– Am I good enough for you?" Makki nearly flinched back when he heard the question. "I try so hard to take care of us, and I'm so scared I'm failing."

His arms circled around you as you draped yourself over him, clutching his hoodie in your hands as you cried. The guilt he felt at your words was overwhelming. The job market wasn't working in his favor and you had taken on most of the financial stability.

"(Y/N), no." He frowned. "You're not failing, love. You're doing so well, (Y/N). I am so sorry if I've made you feel that way." Makki tensed at the feeling of your body shaking against his. "I'm trying to get a job, I am, I promise. I'll pull more weight around here, hell, I'll be the perfect house husband until I get a job–"

A small beacon of relief shot through him at the small, sob muffled laugh that left you. "You already are." Your cried were turning into congested giggles. "How I'm feeling isn't your fault, Makki. Life's just hard right now."

"I know." He frowned again, kissing the crown of your head. "I'm gonna start checking in more, baby. There's gonna be less weight on you. I love you so much."

"I love you too."

[augustinewrites]

Idk man there’s something about hq dads and matching/coordinating with their daughters is just so fucking cute to me? Ahem kuroo and Oikawa especially?????? Also congratulations on 1.5k, I’m not even surprised cos your writing is SO GOOOOOOD <3333

AHHH THEY WOULD & thank you lem ❤️ you're too sweet 😭 (also im doing oikawa bcs there's so many kuroo prompts)

"there we go," oikawa grins, slipping the child-sized jersey over his daughter's head, his last name printed on the back. "how does it feel to be the daughter of one of the best setters in the world?"

the four year old blinks up at him. "kageyama tobio isn't my daddy."

your brows raise, and you swear you see the vein in your husband's forehead pop. "what the- which uncle told you to say that?!"

"uncle iwa," she chirps, not missing a beat.

"yeah, well, next time he comes to argentina, he's sleeping on the sidewalk."

her little face scrunches up at the threat of her favourite uncle. "no!"

"this is unbelievable," oikawa sighs, pushing up off his knees and ambling towards you. "slandered by my own offspring. right before a game, too."

"oh no...look what you've done, sweetheart," you murmur, letting him bury his face in your chest, his shoulders shaking in faux despair. "i think you need to give him a big kiss to make him better before he gets called onto the court."

sighing, probably long used to this song and dance, your little girl shuffles over to her father, tugging on the leg of his track pants, staring up at him with those adorable brown eyes.

"good luck kiss?"

he brightens instantly, bending over to let her place a kiss on the tip of his nose (a tradition started when she was two, and her little kiss had missed his cheek).

"oikawa, let's go!" his coach calls from the bench.

straightening, he presses a kiss to your temple, then your lips, the two of you watching your daughter wave to his teammates.

"i think we need to make another one," he suggests cheekily. "one that likes me more than iwa."

[babysbreath]

motive

➶ oikawa tooru x reader

➶ fluff, a bit of angst

When Oikawa told you to join him for dinner after work, you didn’t expect this. A fancy restaurant? With 3 Michelin stars? 3 times more expensive than any restaurant you’ve gone to?

It’s not unexpected in a bad way, but it’s still... unexpected.

Work was ruthless today. You had barely been able to hold in tears by the time the day ended. So, date night with Oikawa was supposed to be a relief. A way for you to wind down in a casual place, with no expectations or strict etiquette.

You place your coat across the back of the chair and seat yourself, a lack of certainty gracing your movements.

“Why didn’t you tell me we were coming here? Why are we even here?” you hiss under your breath.

Oikawa shoots you a smile, far too pleased with himself and his extravagant idea.

You sigh, only slightly serious. “Are you going back into that spiral of splurging again? I thought that was done years ago.”

Oikawa has the audacity to look hurt. He also has the audacity to look incredibly attractive tonight. It’s hard to be angry with a man who looks like that. A man who looks at you like that.

You shake your head to snap out of it. “What are we celebrating then, Tooru?”

“Nothing, babe.”

By the look on his face, it sure doesn’t look like ‘nothing’. You give him a pointed look and he laughs, like he’s enjoying every second of your irritation.

The restaurant is filled with quiet, murmuring guests. You, on the other hand, want to yell at your boyfriend for springing this on you after your stressful day.

Just before you decide to indulge in some good old socially unacceptable wailing, he decides to respond with a little more information.

“I just wanted to treat you.”

You look at him obtusely. Maybe he is the sweetest boyfriend. Maybe you should be nicer. Maybe it is just a casual date night. Maybe-

“Wait. Is this because of my promotion at work?” you gasp, a bit too loudly for a swanky restaurant like this. You glance around at the other occupied tables and the tasteful interiors adorning the room, as if the guests and the decor would engage in gossip about you two.

His smile droops into a pout. “Yeah. You’re no fun, you know?”

The first dishes of the tasting menu are placed on the table and the wine is poured generously.

“Tooru, I just got a small promotion. You don’t have to do all this for me.”

You look down at your plate. It’s painstakingly detailed and unbelievably gorgeous. All for a tiny promotion.

“You deserve both, the promotion and this small treat.”

“We have different definitions of small.”

“We sure do,” Oikawa winks at you while taking a sip of the wine.

He points at your plate, urging you to start. You indulge.

A few hours later, your stomach is warm with food, drink and perhaps something stronger (perhaps something like love). You wait by the entrance, leaning into Oikawa’s side, as the valet brings the car out to the front.

It’s chilly, the start of winter nipping at your nose as you bury your face into the crook of his neck. It’s warm in his embrace. You’re forced to separate from your personal heat source when you get into the car, but at least you’re not out in the open air anymore.

Once you're both seated, you're hardly able to keep your glassy eyes open.

"I had a really bad day at work," you mumble, voice wavering.

Oikawa pets your head knowingly, and you give in to exhaustion.

The ride back home seems endlessly long and surprisingly short at the same time, as you slip in and out of slumber. You don’t even realize that you’re standing in front of your door until Oikawa asks you for the key.

“You have it,” you mumble, hands already outstretched and ready to probe Oikawa’s comically large coat pockets. You’ve always found them funny and even now, you giggle as you feel past the angora wool fabric. Oikawa goes as stiff as a board. His hands come down over yours, but your hands have already latched onto the very object he didn’t want you to find.

“Tooru-” You don’t say anything else. Your wide eyes say enough.

A velvet box. There's silver lettering engraved on the top, pretty enough to catch one's eye but your attention is fixed on Oikawa. He looks devastated.

The gears in your head turn slowly. He wanted to propose. Was that what the dinner was actually for?

You frown as you let it fall back into his pocket. He didn't propose though. He must've backed out. You weren't supposed to find it. You weren't supposed to find out.

You can't look at him. He's saying something in your ear, nudging his nose against your chin like he's always done, but you can't hear him over the pounding of your heart.

The door still stands locked. You need to sit down. Oikawa's cupping your face, eyebrows worriedly cinched together, saying your name over and over again.

You point at the doorknob, desperate to get into the comfort of your home. He obliges.

Once you're in, you make a beeline for the bathroom. The tears that had only threatened to escape earlier, now fall freely.

Heavy footsteps follow. He slips into the bathroom with you, hands never leaving your side, as you sob into his chest.

There's more than enough space for the two of you but the walls seem to close in on you.

"Tooru, you don't need to-" You take in a deep breath, shuddering at the way your chest heaves.

He doesn't say a word, simply continuing to rub your back warmly. Up and down, up and down, until you can breathe comfortably.

He seats you at the edge of the sink, letting you lean into his side for support. Wordlessly, he wets a hand towel and brings it to your face. He wipes your tear-streaked face, watching you carefully.

You can't look at him. You fix your gaze on the tiled floor, noticing that he's still wearing his shoes. He must've not had time to take them off.

"Are you feeling better?" he asks, the first thing he's said to you since you entered your home.

You don't have it in you to respond, so you nod.

"Do you want anything? Chocolates? Some hot ramen?"

You shake your head.

He isn't convinced. "I'll order something."

He moves to the door and without much thought, you clasp his wrist before he can leave. He stops in his tracks.

"You don't have to do anything. Please don't."

"I want to."

The words come tumbling out of your mouth before you can stop them. "You want to take care of the person that you don't want to marry?"

He shakes his head, his brown locks falling to the front. "I do want to marry you."

"You didn't propose though. You obviously planned to, but- I don't know. You don't want to anymore?"

He lowers himself to his haunches, forcing you to meet his eyes instead of staring at the floor.

"I wanted to ask after dinner. I thought that we could go to the park near my old apartment," he says as he wrings his fingers, an old habit springing up from nervousness.

He pushes himself to a standing position, and then continues, "That was where you fell head over heels in love with me, right?"

You sniffle, giving him the satisfaction of a garbled laugh. You can't believe he remembers that spot. It was where he had asked you out, after you had visited his apartment to pick up something a friend had left behind. His room was beyond messy so he had sneaked you away to the lush park nearby and then sweetly asked you on a date.

"And then?"

"And then, I'd go down on one knee. You know, the whole dramatic thing."

You roll your eyes, giggling.

"I didn't do it tonight because you were exhausted. You couldn't even keep your eyes open in the car. What if you fell asleep while I was proposing? You would've broken my heart." He laughs to himself.

He places the wet towel on the side. "It was just bad timing."

You hum in agreement.

He looks away to hide the blush colouring his cheeks, like he did years ago at the park. "I'm assuming that you would've said yes."

That really gets you. You pull him closer by the belt loops and place a kiss on his nose. "If I wasn't asleep by then, I would've said yes."

He scoffs humorously. "Ha, I would agree to marry you even if I was asleep."

An hour later, he goes down on one knee. He's in his favourite pajamas and you're tucking yourself into bed. The velvet box makes a reappearance and you get to see the ring for the first time.

All your drowsiness melts into surprise as he sleepily murmurs the big question, a lazy smile on his face.

"Say it again," he whispers.

"Yes."

"Again."

"I love you. Yes, yes, yes."

[nightqueen1221]

hi there !! i recently found your blog and ive got a request ! oikawa and the reader being the "highschool sweethearts," everything seemingly perfect - until the reader finds out about oikawa cheating on them. so yes, an angst oneshot. female reader is preferred !! tysm, have a good day <3

YAY I'M GETTING REQUESTS! THANK YOUUUUU!!!!!! ( BTW FIRST ANGST AHHHH)

    It was perfect. You didn't even believe perfection was real like this. Every morning you and him walked or met up at the school and late at night you two would walk to eachother's house ending with a good bye kiss. So many girls were unbelievably jealous of you. You can't blame them, you would be a bit upset to know that you can't be with him.

    Well, that's at least what you thought.

    "Hey angel, how are you?" Oikawa asked with a sly smile.

    "Oh, I'm good, you?" You replied.

    "Wonderful now that you ask." He said taking your hand and walking to your next class. It was the last class if the day and you couldn't wait. Oikawa had practice after school and you always watched him to support him. Even his teammates were a bit envious to have such a pretty girl cheer someone on. Yet again, this was kinda common for him.

    You seemingly ran out of the class room. You wanted to see him as fast as you could. Actually, you got there before him. That's fine, you could wait a bit. Nothing wrong with that. You started talking to his teammates after a bit.

    He must have just gone to the bathroom and is running late, right? You thought. He ran into the room the second you finished that thought.

    "Ya-ho! Sorry I'm late!" He smiled waving his hand. You ran up to him hugging him.

    "Hey! I misses you! Where were you?" You asked. "Were you in the bathroom?" He looked at you for a second in surprise, more like he realized something and than nodded his head. He kissed your forehead while rubbing you back, leaving to go practice.

    When practice had ended he started to walk home with you. That slight bit of hesitation from before bothered you.

    "Hey Oikawa." He looked at you.

    "Earlier, you looked a bit shocked. Are you ok? Did something happen that you didn't want to tell me?" The same look of nervousness came upon his face.

    "Oh, that! Haha, that's nothing, I only remembered a project I need to do or it will be handed in late." He laughed slightly at himself. It wasn't that much of a problem, and you have felt like that sometimes so it wasn't uncommon. You laughed back at this.

    "Alrightly, just remember to do it all right? Don't want you getting a bad grade and than losing your ablitly to be in volleyball club." He held your hand and continued to walk you back to your place.

    But yet, it didn't seem like it was something like that he was worried about. Because this kept happening, every day he would be late to practice. Even on days he didn't have it, he wouldn't be there to pick you up on time. The worst part is when he was a no show, you know you saw him early in the day so where was he? It started to annoy you and the rest of the volleyball club.

    Today, you had enough of it. You choice to not even go to his practice and just search for him. You asked his teammates to call you if they see him. Walking around the school was usually boring, today however, you were on a mission. To find how or why Oikawa was disappearing so much. You had a looking feeling of what it could be, but you pushed it away from you in hopes he would never do that. I mean, you were in love, he wouldn't cheat on you, right? That is the last thing you think before finding him.

    Well, it's just as you thought. He was cheating. It was a girl, he hand on his chest, kissing him with passion you thought you could never give. You were speechless. You didn't want to interrupt such a "loving and caring moment". That was it for you two. He wasn't going to be the man you want to be with for the rest of your life. You thought yet again, but, wasn't it dumb to think that in the first place? You were just teens dating, of course he wouldn't want to stay committed.

    You didn't even cry, you just wanted to go home. Maybe deep down inside something wanted you to feel something else. Anger, sadness, maybe you wanted to just ask him why he would ever choose someone over a person that already is willing to do anything for you. But you did none of that. You just sat, sat and waited for him.

    "You ready to go home?" He chuckled.

    "I want to talk." You looked at the ground and spoke in only a stern and demanding voice.

    "You know, I was wondering where you were going these past few days. Why you didn't show up for a bit, being late, or just not even showing your face after school. I started thinking that you might have been hurt or worse. Here I come to see that I was right about you hiding something, you were cheating. Well, if you want her over me, than I guess we're done, I wish you luck and hopes that she treats you better than I ever did or could have." You stood up look at his face for the last part.

    "N-no promise me, I didn't mean to-, i-it, it wasn't my fault she did that to me and I just- it's not what it looks like, it wasn-" you cut him off.

    "If it wasn't your fault than why? Why were you late everyday? Why did you not even show up? Why didn't you think about me? I don't think you care for me anymore. I hope this is one of the few more times we have the same things about something. Because I don't care about you either." You grabbed your things and left.

    You walked home alone that night. And every night after that. You had just wished that he was still there. No, he wasn't. He never will be again. But he found someone he liked more. You found out you don't need him anymore. It was perfect, right?

[elysianslove]

haikyuu boys and tropes that suit them!

includes: kageyama tobio, iwaizumi hajime, oikawa tōru, sakusa kiyoomi, miya osamu, miya atsumu, suna rintarō

(possibly part 1??? consider this an apology for not posting as much 💔)

kageyama tobio — practice kissing. 

kageyama is, as embarrassing as it is for him to admit this, inexperienced, greatly so. he’s in his third year of high school, 18, and is yet to have his first kiss. college is approaching him dauntingly quick, and he doesn’t think he can handle being as clueless as he is for any longer. so while you’re sat on his bed scrolling through his phone, he bluntly asks you if you’ve ever kissed someone. he seemed so confident, and the words were straightforward and lacked any sign of anxiety or uneasiness. but the moment they left his mouth, he’s red in the face and his hands are shaking. when you agree to help him practice, he’s scared, shy, flustered, and his heart is in his throat, but he lets you lead the, setting the pace yourself as you sit before him, his face in your hands, pulling him closer to you. it’s electrifying, to put it to the least. he’d heard a million horror stories from his upperclassmen about first kisses, but he finds himself unable to relate. everything about the kiss and you is perfect, and he asks for more practice, starts looking forward to theses ‘sessions.’ he starts growing more and more confident, until he’s the one flustering you, the one making you gasp and squirm and mewl, not the other way around. and maybe he’ll find it in him to confess. maybe. 

iwaizumi hajime — friends to lovers. 

in general, with iwaizumi, he has a hard time believing in that he’s meant for a relationship, in that he has his own person, and for many reasons. he tries to be rational about it, saying he has other priorities at the moment, that he won’t be able to give his all, that he’s not particularly ready or in the right headspace/situation to commit to a person and a relationship. but it’s also, deep down, because of this indescribable fear of not being enough, of his flaws being too much, of being too imperfect. he just chooses not to get a headache over it, honestly. that’s why friends to lovers is perfect for him. it’s this person who he’s known for a long time, someone he’s come to know so well, so deeply, and vice versa. they’ve seen the bad and good of each other, been through all the ups and downs, learnt all their quirks, their habits, their tendencies. this is someone who is already a priority, someone who is already a constant. of course, he still hurts his head thinking about how wrong it is to have feelings for his friend, and the shame and guilt eats at him from the inside out. but it’s just so— easy. to love them. it’s so, so easy, as easy as breathing. and iwaizumi spends such a large amount of time pining and yearning that the final straw, the snap, the breathless confession, is so satisfying. 

oikawa tōru — enemies to lovers. 

oikawa wants and needs someone that’ll both keep him on his toes, always pushing him to the very edge but not completely over. he needs someone that excites him, someone that he has to work to earn. the word enemies is blurry to him. all he sees is someone playing hard to get, and he takes it as a challenge. it’s not that he wants and needs everyone to be in love with him and how dare you not be swooning at the sight of me!! it’s more that this person intrigues him impossibly. this person challenges him, bites back, and bites back hard. and the transition from enemies to lovers is so smooth with him, because it’s unpredictable and unexpected. one moment you’re swearing at him across the hall, the next you’re tenderly massaging at his injured knee and reassuring him of his hard work and efforts. it’s beautiful, really. the snarky comments and the flirty comebacks and the glares returned with playful grins, and them the moment of realization that opens up a whole new door that this person isn’t so bad after all. the satisfaction of finally giving in, either so slowly, so carefully and timidly, or rushed, hurried and desperate. so good. 

sakusa kiyoomi — there was only one bed! 

sakusa does not share. it’s nothing personal (sometimes it is), but he just prefers to have his own private space, where he can be comfortable. but things happen! like a trip where you’re stuck in the same room! and there’s only one bed! and the person you’re stuck with is the same person you’re very confused in regards to your feelings about them! the trip is a couple of days, and so it starts with the offer to sleep on the couch. it’s very uncomfortable, but he does it anyways, because a) he’s a gentleman, and b) you both now each have your private, safe space. two days pass, and you both tiredly pass out on the bed next to one another. he wakes up before you in horror and falls onto the couch quickly, but he doesn’t fall asleep again. as if this were fate’s play, you find yourself unable to sleep, and neither can he, so you quietly scoot over, a silent invitation. reluctantly, he accepts. he doesn’t spend that night sleeping either, instead simply stares at you, his hand outreaching for you, but not quite touching. eventually comes a day when he wakes up with your face buried in his shoulder, and although his cheeks are as warm as ever, he doesn’t feel uncomfortable. he only feels grateful to be finally touching you. 

miya osamu — soft only for their lover. 

it’s not that osamu is rude to others, or hates everyone else, or anything along those lines. it’s more that he’s less likely to open up, be vulnerable, be softer, easier than compared to with his partner. with his lover, he smiles easier, expressions are readable, his eyes always a dead giveaway to what’s on his mind. he’s colder and less approachable to others, but it’s almost as if his resolve melts the moment he spots his lover. he could be yelling at someone, angrily, then turn to his partner and in the softest voice say, “just a moment, my love,” and go back to yelling as if it were completely normal. similarly, he will always take his lover’s side of the argument regardless of whether they’re right or wrong. and, he’ll be kissing his lover, but pause for a moment to deck his brother, then return to kissing his lover again even softer. it’s because his lover owns such a big part of his heart, and when osamu loves, he loves with every part of him. he’s been called out on it multiple times; the fact that he’s so much meaner and harsher and stubborn with everyone else, including his brother, but it’s always the opposite with you. you are his soft spot, really, and it tickles your tummy whenever you notice the little changes and shifts in his attitude and personality when it comes to you. 

miya atsumu — enemies to lovers. 

unlike with oikawa’s case, you and atsumu genuinely hate each other. you despise his attitude, his cockiness, his ideals, his approaches, his voice, his hair, everything, and likewise, he can’t stand you. he’d only ever been rude to you, and in response, you’d defended yourself by being equally as rude. this isn’t playing hard to get enemies, this is i hate your guts enemies. rarely does being in a room with him not result in some sort of argument. your mutual friends are all fed up, of the arguments, the fighting, the smack talk behind one another’s backs, the complaining, everything. it’s infuriating, and so they beg you to talk it out, to try and resolve whatever it was going on between you, but either he wouldn’t cooperate, or you wouldn’t. it seemed hopeless, until at some point in time, you get badly hurt, maybe mentally or physically, but atsumu finds himself worried unbelievably. it’s irrational to be, especially with your history with one another. but he’s worried, insanely so, and when he finds you, finds out you’re okay, or you will be, the relief that fills him is dizzying and so, scary. but maybe the both of you were just projecting onto each other, the fact that you so badly wanted each other but felt like you couldn’t do anything. 

suna rintarō — brother’s best friend. 

it’s a dash of forbidden love, a dash of friends to lovers. he’s your brother’s best friend, older than you, and it’s wrong, you know it is, but you can’t help it. on the days he’s invited over, you purposely make sure to stay at home, and you make excuses to pass by your brother’s room constantly, to talk to him. he knows you like him, knows you’re desperately chasing after him in your own subtle way, and for a while, suna lets you. he acts dumb, none the wiser, lets you have your little fun of sneaking snaps of him to send to your friends and when you purposely press your leg against his sitting next to him on the couch or when you offer your lollipop after you suck on it. he indulges you, slightly, subtly. and when he sees it suitable, finds it right, he starts to return the advances: he accidentally arrives a little earlier than planned to your home when he’s invited, and he passed by you in school more often, and he makes up excuses to text you all the time. eventually, the sexual tension is unbearable, suffocating, incredibly overwhelming, and when it snaps, nothing else matters. just the two of you. he’s experienced, good with his words and his hands and his mouth and he’s a dream. and all you do is fall deeper, and deeper, and deeper. 

[neoheros]

oikawa tooru, one of the smartest men in his sport and campus, can’t seem to find the right words whenever he speaks to you.

maybe it’s the way you’re always around him, or maybe it’s the way that when you’re not, he’s always the one to be looking for you.

either way, it’s complicated — he’s had his attention on you for almost a year now, and no matter how flashy he gets or how cool his sets are, you never seem interested enough to be the one to talk to him first.

which is why he’s making the first move.

“nice shoes.” oikawa tells you, breaking the sound silence in the air, and you look up at him, and he notices how you’re surprised that he spoke to you.

it’s the afternoon, class just ended, and you’re stranded under a bus stop waiting for the restless rain to clear up.

you know who oikawa is, you sit a few seats next to him, and he’s always been one of the few that’s prompted to lend you notes for whenever you needed it. he’s a good guy, and an even better note taker.

you know him — you like him.

you glance up at him, noticing that it’s only the two of you here right now, and you smile.

“thank you, they’re new.” you say, shuffling on your feet a bit.

oikawa flutters, giving you half a smile back, and he tells you, “i noticed.”

you raise a brow, amused, “you noticed?”

poor choice of words. oikawa scratches his cheek, nervous with a faint redness peeking through his face, and he laughs (nervously), words dancing, “they’re nice shoes.”

your smile is still cheeky, but you nod anyways with a sound ‘ah’ before you let the silence fall through again.

it’s weird talking to him, especially when you’ve only talked on rare occasions before, but you know that he’s fumbling, and you know that he’s trying to keep the conversation going, he’s just unsure of what to say next.

so you chime, “so uhm, aren’t you walking home with iwaizumi?”

oikawa looks at you — surprised that you know this — but there’s an ear to ear smile chewing at his face and a redness flooding his cheeks thats hard to ignore.

“he stayed back,” he tells you, “i think he’s waiting for the rain to clear up - which is stupid by the way since he could be here for hours.”

you nod, “yeah, i don’t think it’s letting up any time soon.”

he looks to the sky, sighing hard, and he tells you, thinking out loud, “bad day to forget an umbrella.”

and a second passes, and another, and another, and he wishes he didn’t have to say something so hard to reply to because now you’re probably unsure of what to say.

great going oikawa, now the conversation is gonna stop, and they’re not gonna talk to you again til the next time you need to ask for notes, great g—

you chide, “you wanna share mine?”

and oikawa blinks, “huh?”

that was not what he expected you to say.

“we walk the same path, so i don’t think it’ll be any problem if we share my umbrella.” you titter, reaching into your bag to show him the white umbrella you’re opting to share.

and he fumbles again, “i — uhm — wait — how do you know that?”

there’s a flush that reaches your nose, taking a step back, and this time it’s you who becomes obviously nervous.

so you smile - rather nervously - staring at your shoes, referencing to what he said before, and you say, voice small, “i noticed.”

oikawa may be a fumbling mess around you, but it’s good to know that he can have the same effect on you too.

“oh — that’s well — that’s — really — uhm.” he stammers, looking for words even though he really doesn’t know what to say, but there’s an unnerving grin threatening to break out on his face that he really can’t try to contain.

the rain is loud — deafening, but it’s your quiet chopped up nervous laughter he pays attention to.

you’re as nervous as he is, huh?

you breathe out a sigh, saving up the courage to look at him finally, and you hand out the umbrella from your bag pocket.

“wanna share?” you say, smiling.

and his face is red, a stone in his throat and his hands unbelievably clammy.

the chance to walk you home — to walk with you, in general — and to finally spend some time with you without running off with a cheap excuse.

oikawa flashes you a grin, “definitely.”

you make him flushed, you make him red, you make him nervous — you make him feel like a fool and trust him when he says he’s not because he’s definitely one of the smartest guys out there — but damn, he has always been a fool for you.

he walks by your side, grinning, “you should carry your bag on your other hand.”

and you brush him off, “i’m not holding your hand, oikawa.”

so he fakes a pout, and his voice dramatically higher, but he inches closer to you, under your white umbrella, and he whines, “i have really nice hands, you know!”

oikawa tooru is not a fool (but he’s a fool for you.)

[newronantic]

HAIKYUU!! FICS

so this is mostly gonna be for myself to keep track of my favorite fics i’ve read, but hey if anyone else wants to check some of these out then thats great

MHA one is up!!

ill keep updating this as i read more, feel free to send me suggestions!

KageHina

plain as day - emleewrites

In which Hinata has spent the better part of the last twenty years putting his heart and soul into volleyball, hoping to be recognised, to be noticed. And yet he spends all these years also thinking of himself as rather plain, beyond his lack of height and bright hair, and not really noticeable at all.

In Transit - Mysecretfanmoments

Hinata finds that he likes standing close to Kageyama on buses and trains. It doesn't mean anything--probably. Maybe.

I like the way your clothes smell - Mysecretfanmoments

Power outages, ghost stories, and the presence of a certain orange-haired boy lead to bad decision-making on Tobio's part. He'd planned to keep his crush a secret; the universe has other plans.

Chaotic Neutral - akaraka

Who's this Kageyama person on twitter and is he gay?

1: Anonymous: see title

2: Anonymous: curry king

3: Anonymous >> 1: It's the curry king, obviously. Have you been using his memes this whole time without knowing who he was?

4: Anonymous: 1) Hinata Shouyou's boyfriend 2) See above

jellyfish - mysterytwin

At the beginning of his last year at Karasuno High School, Hinata Shouyou starts a list and calls it THINGS TO DO BEFORE GRADUATION, all with high hopes that he’ll be able to complete it before his time runs out.

TsukkiYama

Try This On For Size - CloudMonsta

A lot changed for Yamaguchi Tadashi over the course of high school. He started trying on dresses, for one.

The Great Yamaguchi-Tsukishima Split (Capitalization Necessary) - WyYeuw

"But no, the current situation isn’t normal. This situation requires the full attention of the team.

No, what’s really concerning this time around, is that Yamaguchi is the one ignoring Tsukishima.”

Yamaguchi confesses. Tsukishima fucks up—like, really fucks up. The volleyball club notices and loses a week’s worth of practice.

IwaOi

Terrarium - sausaged

He's practically a professional at being proactive (lies, lies, and lies when it comes to Iwaizumi).

At this point, is he really happy with just staying best friends forever? Will he be writing journals and collecting rocks forever (he will, he knows, but that is aside from the point)?

Can he really tag his Instagram photos with #YOLO if he doesn't actually put that phrase into practice?

A story about Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, plants, and rocks.

They Say it Rain Diamonds on Jupiter - exsao

"You're in love with him."

Hajime considers denying it. He considers deliberately choking on his drink to express surprise, to create a distraction by spitting onto the man in front of him's pristine white shirt and causing a commotion. Instead, he swallows his mouthful of soda and heaves a small sigh once his mouth is free.

"Yeah," he says instead.

He's never been good at lying, anyway.

bait and switch - Stylographic_Blue_Rhapsody

Oikawa's university volleyball team knows he's in a long-distance relationship with someone from high school. They imagine a sweet-faced girl that matches his sarcasm with patience. They are so incredibly wrong.

my heart is where it’s always been - foreverautumn

Iwaizumi places his phone down carefully.

Oikawa. Pining after someone. There’s no way.

(Iwaizumi knows he shouldn’t care who Oikawa might have feelings for, but within the span of three days, it’s somehow the only thing he can think about.)

KuroKen

Beautiful People Will Ruin Your Life - todxrxki

Kuroo Tetsurou runs a private Twitter account where he's constantly tweeting about how desperately in love he is with Kozume Kenma. Little does he know that Kenma sees all the tweets and keeps referencing the account in an attempt to get Kuroo to confess to him. / Or, five times Kuroo didn't notice Kenma hinting about his private Twitter account, and one time he finally did.

the things that get caught in the valves of his heart - ghostpot

Emotional competency is not exactly Kuroo's strong suit. Kenma finds it quite amusing.

Accidentally In Love - todxrxki

Kuroo frowns, but then slowly, the corners of his mouth lift up into a smirk. "Well, if it's so unbelievable, why don't we give it a try?"

Kenma glances up at him curiously. "What do you mean?"

"Let's do the 36 questions to fall in love," Kuroo says, still smirking stupidly. "If we don't fall in love, then you're right, it's bullshit. But if we do somehow..." Kuroo waggles his eyebrows. "Then I win." / Kuroo decides he and Kenma should do the 36 questions to fall in love as a joke, but they both start to realize they might actually be in love already.

the galaxy is endless (i thought we were, too) - cosmogony

TW: major character death

Kuroken AU where the last words your soulmate will say to you appear on your skin when you turn 16, and how Kenma and Kuroo learn what this means over the course of their lives

even if you’re ahead for a bit, i will catch up - ghostpot

Kuroo first confesses when they're sticky-fingered, wide-eyed kids, and subsequently every day after that. Kenma takes a while to come around.

you’re the brake lines failing (as my car swerves off the freeway) - ghostpot

Kenma thinks that Kuroo looks ugly with his head bent against the arm of the couch like that. Then Kenma thinks that he wants to marry him, and is promptly thrown into the 5 stages of grief.

teach me the way home - icespyders

“Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because —

because — I don’t know how to say it: a day is long

and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station

when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.”

Kuroo and Kenma grow up in transit.

in this universe - crossbelladonna

Living with Kuroo is sometimes, just like this. It always feels surreal like he's living half a world and a lot of things rush by too quickly. Kenma feels like he'd watched him come and go in a blink, eyes wide and wordless as the shared space went snug in an instant and far larger in the next.

All this, and a glass of water.

Beginning’s End - todxrxki

Somehow over the course of Kenma's lifetime, he’s never really had an opportunity to miss Kuroo. He’s always been there. Even when they went to different schools, Kuroo would meet him afterwards so they could walk home together, shoulders brushing, Kuroo occasionally taking the opportunity to guide him when his nose was buried in the newest video game. The thought of Kuroo not being there anymore is uncomfortable, to say the least. / Kozume Kenma's third year and the changes the year brings in himself and his relationship with Kuroo Tetsurou.

All I Want for Christmas is You - todxrxki

“Kuro,” he says. “You’re a single guy.”

“Yeah, great, thanks for pointing that out.”

“And my parents already know you, plus they already know you like guys or whatever so… what if you pretended to be my date for Christmas dinner?” / In which Kenma recruits his housemate and best friend Kuroo to be his fake date for Christmas.

BokuAka

just to miss the sun - rosevtea

Everything begins to implode when MSBY Jackals outside hitter Bokuto Koutarou crashes Akaashi's livestream.

Operation BokuAka - kazzydolyn

After spending two whole years watching Bokuto and Akaashi pine for one another, the rest of the Fukuroudani Volleyball Club has had enough. When everyone meets up for a reunion dinner, the team decides to play matchmaker and finally get the two of them together. Unfortunately, their plan starts to fall apart when they discover that Akaashi is already dating someone. And apparently so is Bokuto. What a strange coincidence.

bitter - silvercistern

He accepted his classmate's chocolates gracefully, then declared his lack of interest with as much dignity as he could muster. She deserved the courtesy. At least she'd acknowledged that Valentine's Day was all about her, and not about him in the slightest.

Because if any of these girls had taken the time to actually get to know him, they’d quickly realize something even more important than his lack of interest in girls.

And that was that Akaashi hated sweets.

In Another Life - LittleLuxray

TW: major character death

Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too.

The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write.

120% yes - pissedofsandwich

TOKYO FRANCHISE COMING SOON @OnigiriMiya

in reply to @bokkun_official 

Congratulations! In celebration of your historic engagement, please DM us so we can send you a free membership code with a 25% discount on every fourth purchase!

Kissing Ace - karasunovolleygays

It happens right after training camp.

Akaashi Keiji has a secret he has guarded since he was a child. He won’t go so far as to call it a fear, but more of an aspect of himself of which he is horribly mortified. No one on the team knows about it, and Akaashi does his best to keep it that way.

But years of dodging hugs and casual contact come to naught in the blink of an eye and the swipe of a hand.

daisy rings and frivolous things (i am deliriously in love with you) - gabstar

Akaashi Keiji is in love. Bokuto Koutarou is a star. Everyone on Fukurodani has a gambling problem.

SakuAtsu

The MSBY Black Jackals Read Thirst Tweets - isaksara (syailendra)

Sakusa’s eyes are very dark naturally, sucking in all surrounding rays of light and crushing them in his pupils. For an athlete, he is rather pale. His lips look very pink in comparison. Atsumu is suddenly catastrophically aware that in this instance, ‘accent’ is a euphemism. “Good enough for your Olympic-size ego, Miya?”

(In which Atsumu realizes that he is attracted to Sakusa Kiyoomi in the most inconvenient way possible.)

A Liar’s Truth - internetpistol

In which Sakusa Kiyoomi is raised to believe that gay people go to hell but then takes one look at Miya Atsumu and thinks, then why the hell did God make them so fucking hot?