#haikyuu oneshot

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“how are you still single?”

for some reason, that’s the first thing that came into your mind to ask him when the both of you were dining out with your closest friends one fine evening.

blame it on the bit of alcohol that’s in your system, you’re tipsy and it made you become more straightforward than usual.

“i don’t get it,”

you mutter to yourself while suna rintarou lets his eyes stay on your face to look at your amusing expressions.

“you’re very boyfriend material. so why is it that you don’t have anyone you’re romantically involved with?”

as you mindlessly list down the good qualities you have seen in him in the many months of being his close friend, suna rubs his chin as he hums, thinking about his answer carefully. your stare went to his lips, unconsciously biting your bottom one and gulping. you’re feeling a bit thirsty.

“must be because the girl i like is quite oblivious about my affections for her.”

with widened eyes and a startled gasp, you egged him to carry on. you had no idea he was harbouring feelings for someone (which was ridiculous because you thought you were his friend and friends say these kind of things to each other right?).

so what if you were also eager to know who it was because you needed to find out who stole the heart of suna whom you’ve liked way before he had met you? you certainly wouldn’t pose any harm on the person. at the very least, you’d compare yourself to them every waking moment, throwing them secret glares whenever you have the chance to see them.

the man you were with chuckled softly and changed his position so his body would be facing you. he gives you yet another one of his intense gaze partnered with that lazy grin you’d come to love and made your breathing hitch.

“you would think she’d find it out quickly considering we’re close but i guess that’s just wishful thinking on my part.”

blinking several times, you had to process every word that he had just said as he was awaiting for your reply. he watches you open and close your mouth like a fish out of the water and controlled himself not to just pull you into him and make out with you,your friends be damned (he reasoned it was because he was slightly drunk that he was acting on impulse and having these thoughts)

you resisted the urge to scream and do something embarasssing in front of not only the guy you like but also in front of your friends and peers.

fanning yourself and breaking eye contact with him, you looked at your surroundings to see if anyone else was listening in on your conversation yet found no one. fortunately they were all too busy with partying.

you then stared back at him and dumbly pointed at yourself.

“are you talking about me?”

“hmmm…guess.”

you’re flushed, lightly intoxicated and it’s getting difficult for you to hide exactly how much you like this man in front of you. you never were much of a planner anyways, you’re more of a go with the flow kind of person.

“so umm i like you a lot, did you know that?”

he simply gives you a smile and leaned closer to you, cupping the back of your head and caressing your cheek adoringly.

“don’t you think it’s about time we both get romantically involved with someone?”

you could smell the cologne you’ve bought for him last time when he came closer.

suna could see you wearing the earrings he’d given you yesterday upon closer inspection.

you both admired each other as you sat completely still, afraid that whatever was happening right now is just some elaborate scam you’re mind conjured up. everything is unfolding so fast you can’t wrap your head around it.

the moment suna leaned more in your direction though with his nose brushing against yours, you forget all worries about the proper way this should’ve gone and cracked a toothy smile for him to see.

“we should do this whole confession thing again properly tomorrow.”

“whatever you want, (y/n).”

the last thing you saw before closing your eyes and feeling his lips work with yours was suna fondly gazing at you as if he had waited for this moment for a long time.

(you wouldn’t know until much later on that suna rintarou had been crushing on you longer than you have been crushing on him)

i wrote this quickly while i was sleep deprived haha

WHAT THEY DO WHEN YOU’RE CRYING

includes hinata, bokuto, atsumu, sakusa ft. osamu


HINATA SHOYO

  • the first sound of your cries when he answers the phone he’s already running to wherever you are
  • doesn’t even register in his mind that he’s just in his pajamas and it’s freezing out
  • or that his slippers are in different pairs and he forgot that you live far away
  • he’ll be coming straight at you and be engulfing you in a tight hug
  • he’s worried and he wants to know what happened so he can figure out a way to cheer you up

“hey, everything’s going to be alright. i’m here sunshine, what’s wrong?”

BOKUTO KOUTARO

  • this huge endearing man will be crying with you when you seek him out
  • in this rare moments of your vulnerability, he will listen attentively to you and won’t talk or disrupt you
  • passes you the tissues when he sees you tearing up again or have snot falling down from your nose
  • he doesn’t think it’s gross!! his priority is your comfort and for you to be happy again!!
  • will shush you though if you ever say degrading stuff about yourself >:((

“just let it all out, baby. it hurts me too when you’re hurting. do you want to cuddle?”

MIYA ATSUMU

  • you better believe this man is out for blood
  • he will hold a grudge and be harbouring hatred because nothing should be allowed to make you cry — not even him
  • if you’re blaming yourself, he’ll make a point to make you realize how amazing and special you are in everyone’s eyes
  • he’s cradling you in his arms and whispering sweet nothings in your ear trying to help you relax
  • he’ll hold you close even when you’re fast asleep and snuggling on his chest

“my angel’s been through a lot, huh? we’ll handle it tomorrow. i want you to rest first.”

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

  • he’s awkward because he’s not exactly sure what he can do for you
  • so he’ll be sitting there beside you, your hands are intertwined together as he rubs your back soothingly
  • like bo, he’ll listen attentively to you but will give his insights about the situation (his advices are actually good you tend to remember and follow them)
  • when he sees you smile again albeit a tired one, he’s returning a small smile of his own
  • places a sweet kiss on your forehead and offers a piggyback ride

“let’s take a stroll around the neighborhood. it’ll take your mind off of things, my love.”

bonus:

MIYA OSAMU

  • his reactions are sometimes over the top that it makes you laugh and forget why you cried in the first place
  • he’ll be fussing over you and will be asking you if you’re okay repeatedly
  • prepares a small snack for you and takes out his stock of your favourite ice cream
  • insisting that you finish everything up and telling you he’ll make something much more delicious and nutritious for you tomorrow
  • lets out a relieved sigh when you say that you feel good and better already

“just list down what meals you want to eat. i’ll cook them all for you, darling.”


“what if i turned into a worm? would you still love me?”

“…..”

“i would be a handsome worm.”

“osamu! ‘tsumu is drunk again!!”

you hear said man groan in annoyance at his twin’s antics. he should’ve never left his brother alone in that reunion party.

why couldn’t osamu just peacefully spend time with his sister-in-law (you asked him to teach you a few dishes he knows and he without hesitation agrees) as well as play with his favorite baby nephew.

feeling quite guilty, you gave your apology to osamu for keeping his time and even needing his assistance to take care of this situation at the moment.

“nothing to be sorry about, (y/n). it’s not your fault this asshat of a husband of yours can’t control his drinking habits.”

you laugh light-heartedly at what he said meanwhile atsumu pouts and protests in the corner as he fiddles with the ends of his bangs.

“i am so not drunk…”

“you said you’d tone down the alcohol 'tsumu. i’m a bit dissaponted in you.”

he senses the seriousness in your tone despite how you make it seem playful. atsumu quickly goes to your side and gives you a side hug.

“great. can’t believe i have to witness him acting like this.”

osamu returns to the kitchen to begin cleaning up everything that you both have used at the same time placing the dishes you’ve managed to cook stored inside your refrigerator. he then directs his attention to his nephew who was busy watching a random cartoon on the television.

“hey, let’s brush your teeth.”

you give atsumu a few pats on the head (you’d let it pass this time), ushering him to get sober enough to help you tuck both your son in bed — a nightly routine you three love to partake in.

he silently lets you lead him to the sink for the bathroom is currently occupied by the other two. you tried asking about how his day went but he tells you he doesn’t remember much right now except for accepting the challenge to chug down so many bottles. you resisted the urge to pull his ear to reprimand him. even as a father he can still be a youngster. well, it’s not as if it wasn’t expected from miya atsumu.

it took half an hour before atsumu and you were able to convince your son to sleep. stepping out of the boy’s room, you two notice osamu casually laid on the sofa. when he does stare at you and his twin, he points at the kitchen. looking at it, you found it already nice and tidy.

“thanks for today, osamu.”

“anytime, (y/n).”

his brother only sends him a thumbs up, too stubborn to verbally praise the other. osamu rolls his eyes, stands up just to smack atsumu’s back which in turn results with the blonde screaming in anger.

since he knows you were there with him (and osamu was in his territory), atsumu wraps your arms around his waist so you were giving him a back hug and proceed to stick his tongue out. this without a doubt aggravates his twin more because of how childlike he was being.

“not the dog energy again. you should just bark instead of talking if you were one, don’t you think so? and stop using (y/n) for your immaturity!”

“says the guy who’s always wanting my son’s attention because he’s the only kid who likes you! yer just jealous i have a wife!”

you could only sigh and hope you’d be able to stop or at the least make them yell quieter (if they could do that) so they won’t wake your son or any neighbor up. you then realize the twins were now throwing phrases and words you couldn’t quite understand due to their kansai dialect.

“oh no, here we go again.”

some things just never change you guess.

does anyone know where i can read the new hakyuu one shot that came out?

YOU INITIATE THE FIRST KISS

warnings: none just fluff :))
characters: asahi azumane, koshi sugawara, tobio kageyama, kenma kozume
a/n: these are just my faves, you can request others if you’d like haha

KENMA

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- you and kenma have been dating for a little less than a month now

- but because of his shy and timid nature, your guys’ physical intimacy hasn’t exceeded past hand holding and an occasional cuddle

- you respect kenma’s boundaries and how nervous physical interactions make him of course, but as everyday passes you want to kiss him more and more

- he’ll do something cute and romantic and all you wanna do is jump his bones but then remember that he would probably freak out

- “whatcha thinking about?” kenma asks you as he notices the frowned look on your face

- you are currently playing with his hair as he lays on your lap, and it’s taking all of you not to just kiss him

- but you don’t know if you should tell him that

- “hey, i asked you a question.” he says gently

- “oh sorry, umm. you just, you look so cute and peaceful when i play with your hair and i…” you trail off

- “you what?”

- “and i…can i kiss you?” you ask softly

- he blushes and smiles before nodding ‘yes’ and you finally get what you had been wanting for so long

- the kiss is short and sweet, but nonetheless amazing for both of you

- “thank you for letting me do that.” you say

- “hm, i should’ve done it a long time ago.” he coos before kissing your cheek

ASAHI

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- overhears you tell your friend you want to learn how to spike during class

- he sees it as an opportunity to help his crush so he offers to help, and you accept

- extremely nervous to hang out with you outside of class for the first time

-but plays it off as if he isn’t

- you are typically a reciever in volleyball

- so teaching you how to spike is slightly difficult at first

- but asahi is very persistent on trying to get you to hit a decent spike, so he patiently teaches you the technique

- and after several tries, you finally hit a good one

- “i did it!”

- “yes you did it y/n! i knew you could!”

- you thank asahi and wrap your arms around him in a tight hug

- then give him a light peck on the lips as you let go

- “you’re welcome y/n” he chuckles shyly as a deep blush creeps over his face.

SUGAWARA

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- you two meet during your first week at university

- the two of you bond over both being first years and being nervous about what uni would be like

- over the course of a few weeks you guys become pretty close friends

- and during that course of time you just so happened to catch feelings for the soft, grey haired boy

- so you asked him to meet you at your guys’ “secret spot” a shaded area under a tree on campus, so you could confess

- he meets you there without a second guess, expecting you to just want to study together or chat like you always do

- “hi y/n!” he greets you

- but you don’t even respond and grab him lightly before planting your kiss, the anticipation taking over you

- he looks at you with an expression full of confusion and excitement before kissing you again

- “i’ve been wanting to do that since the day i met you.” he says with a warm smile

KAGEYAMA

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- you are one of the many people that get on kageyama’s nerves

- you don’t know why, but something about you really irks that boy

- you sit next to each other in math and you never fail to get a better grade than him on every test

- “are you kidding me?! i studied all night!” kageyama grunts

- “and you still got a c while i’m sitting here with a 100%, A+” you tease

- sometimes you purposely would do things to tick kageyama off, just to see that cute angry pout he gives you for the rest of the class period

- “i’ll get a better grade than you someday y/n.” kageyama huffs as he crosses his arms

- “yeah right, and i’ll kiss you when you do.” you laugh, not thinking it would ever happen

- but little did you know that was all he would need to succeed

- a week had passed and your class was getting handed back the graded tests that you had just taken

- “ha! a 95% tobio, could you beat that?” you snark

- “actually, yes.” he smirks before showing you his paper which had a big ‘100% A+’ written on the top

- your face went blank before realizing what you had to do

- you lean into kageyama and leave a soft kiss on his lips

- he tries to hide his huge grin and fails miserably

- “i knew i’d earn that kiss.”

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pairing: akaashi keiji x female reader

genre: fluff, TLFY!au

warnings: none

word count: 523

synopsis: you come home to akaashi’s final letter to you, ending your 5 year relationship with the beautiful novelist.

author’s note: chapter sixteen of ellie and i’s “the last five years” au collab. AH last chapter from me (official last chapter of this series is the next from ellie^^),,,,i had such an fun time working with ellie on this, it was honor to collaborate with her. i hope you all have enjoyed this series so far and this (short) chapter too, thank you <3

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don’t kiss me goodbye again

leave this night clean and quiet

you were outside your apartment, hands pulling at akaashi’s hair, tugging him down to roughly kiss him with passion. his dainty and nimble hands roamed your body, one hand gripping your waist and pulling you close, the other placed on the back of your neck to further deepen said kiss. after what seemed like hours just making out (when in reality it was more like 20 seconds) you pulled away, a string of saliva connecting the two of you, your forehead leaning against his as you panted for air, looking deep into his addictive pretty blue eyes. 

you want the last word, you want me to laugh but leave it for now

both of you began walking down the stairs, him walking one step ahead of you but still facing your way, a smirk on his face when he licked his bottom lip, making you roll your eyes and smack his shoulder lightly. “all you can say, all you can feel, was wrapped up inside that one perfect kiss, leave it at that. i’ll watch you turn the corner and go…” you told him, reaching the bottom of the stairs and seeing him turn away slightly to start leaving. before he could, you grabbed his wrist, pulling him in to hold him; his arms immediately wrapping around your frame and breathing in the familiar scent of you hair. 

“goodbye until tomorrow, akaashi. goodbye until the next time you call and i will be waiting, you hear?”

he chuckled, pushing your hair out of your face. “i hear you, alright. trust me, you don’t need to wait though, i can barely get enough of you, beautiful.” you let him go reluctantly, shyly waving bye to him.

goodbye until tomorrow, goodbye ‘til i recall how to breathe

and i have been waiting, i have been waiting for you!

you always felt like you stood on a precipice, struggling to keep your balance. it was hard for you to enter a relationship and give your trust, to become vulnerable with someone truly. it was a difficult task for you to do, and whenever you finally gave yourself to a person, they left you, so you were scared to do that with anyone nowadays. but, with akaashi, you felt yourself opening yourself up one stitch at a time, showing him more of yourself than anyone else has seen. 

finally yes! finally now! finally something takes me away. finally free!

and he accepted you, he cut through your strings and opened your wings. it was a wild concept, because with him you felt like you were flying despite falling deeper and deeper in love with him. it was like you waited your whole life to meet this perfect person, just waiting for him to show up. and he was yours, the man of your dreams was your boyfriend and you wouldn’t wish for anything different, because you would go through all the pain from your previous relationships if it meant he would still be yours in the end.

because honestly, it felt like akaashi keiji rescued you.

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pairing: akaashi keiji x female reader

genre: fluff, TLFY!au

warnings: a little nsfw

word count: 1280

synopsis: on a trip to your parents’ house for akaashi to meet them, you also take a trip down memory lane as well

author’s note: chapter fourteen of ellie and i’s “the last five years” au collab. HHHHH i love this chapter, hope you enjoy it too <3

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my best friend had a little situation at the end of our senior year

and like a shot, she and mitchell got married that summer

you sat in the passenger seat of akaashi’s black convertible, the wind ruining your perfectly done hair; even though your parents would probably scold you on looking so improper you couldn’t seem to care about that at all in the moment. you had your senior yearbook out, telling your boyfriend about your old friend who got knocked up in high school. 

“carolann was getting bigger literally every minute, you wouldn’t believe how huge she got, ‘kaashi! and mitchell was going out ev’ry night being a heavy-metal drummer…i mean i guess it worked out for them though, they got a little cute house on a little cute street with a crucifix on the door. oh! but mitchell got a job at a record store in the mall, so maybe not so much?” you giggled, closing the book.

just the typical facts of a typical life in a town on the eastern shore

“oh really? did you want something like that, hmm?” he asked teasingly, coming to a stop at a red light, looking at you with an eyebrow raised. 

you thought about his question, thought about what you wanted…and it wasn’t like that at all. you looked towards akaashi, shaking your head quickly, “i made carolann a cute baby sweater, thinking ‘i can do better than that!’” leaning over the center console, you grabbed your boyfriend’s pretty face in your hands and pressed a quick kiss to his soft lips. the traffic lights turned to green but he didn’t start driving again; instead, he went to go in for another kiss–well tried to before you ended up smacking him away with a laugh, telling him to start driving again.

in a year or so, i moved to the city, thinking “what have i got to lose?” 

got a room, got a cat, and got twenty pounds thinner

you sighed, looking up to the blue sky in wonder and disbelief, a wild memory of your past relationship coming to your head. “i remember, i met a guy in a class i was taking with some very well placed tattoos,” you started, rolling your eyes at the thought of him, “he wouldn’t leave me alone ‘less i went with him to dinner.”

“tell me about him, love.” the nickname akaashi had grown to give you made your stomach twist and explode with butterflies, embarrassing warmth flooding your cheeks.

“well, i guess he was cute, and i guess he was sweet, and i guess he was good in bed. i gave up my life for the better part of a year. so i’m starting to think that this maybe might work and the second it entered my head…” your head rolled to look at your lover, deadpanning, “he needed to take some time off, focus on his ‘career.’ he blew me off with a heartfeltletter! the audacity, really…but i couldn’t help but think ‘i can do better than that!’”

you don’t have to get a haircut, you dont’t have to change your shoes, you don’t have to like duran duran…just love me…

you reached your hand over to him, running your fingers through his black locks, tugging it ever so slightly. he eyed you from the corner of his eyes, looking at you curiously with a pleasured groan, “what?”

“just thinking. listen, you don’t have to put the seat down–” he snorted at your words, interrupting your intimate speech that you just came up with two seconds ago, “listen! you don’t have to watch the news, you don’t have to learn to tango. you don’t have to eat prosciutto, you don’t have to change a thing for me ‘kaashi.”

just stay with me

he drove to a private corner that wasn’t on your way to your parent’s house, pulling over and parking the car. he took off his seatbelt, looking at you with need, “get in the back, love.” a shiver ran down your spine and straight to your core at his dominant tone, immediately climbing over the chair and taking off your cardigan, watching as he got out of the car and took off his own dress shirt, jumping over the door to get to you quicker (the way his toned muscles in his arm tensed as he did so was so very intoxicating.)

his hands slid under back, fitting himself between your legs like a puzzle, leaning down to place kisses all over your jaw and neck, nipping at your skin here and there. you arched into him, a small moan escaping your lips, your nails dragging down his back. “i want you and you and nothing but you,” you breathed out, grabbing his face to look at you, “miles and piles of you. finally, i’ll have something worthwhile to think of each morning…”

you kissed him deeply, your mouth automatically opening for his access. your hands reached down to unbuckle his pants, making quick work with unbuttoning them next. he got up off of you, kicking his pants off quickly. “what else do you want, darling? i’ll give it to you, anything.” 

“you, ‘kaashi, and nothing but you.” you sat up, pushing him back down and straddling his hips as best as you could in the small car. you tugged your shirt off–luckily you did wear a skirt today so…that was easy to work with. he dove into your chest, your hands flying back up to his hair and pulling at it. you dragged your teeth along his earlobe, panting into his ear, “you’re mine. totally mine.”

i don’t need any lifetime commitments

i don’t need to get hitched tonight

you were back on the road, fixing your smudged lipstick with a smile. you stole a look at akaashi, admiring his disheveled hair and marks that you left on his neck. “like what you see?” he teased, his electrifying blue eyes narrowed at you.

“hell yeah i do.” you pinched his cheek playfully, sticking your tongue out before becoming somewhat serious again, “i don’t mean to put on any pressure, ‘kaashi, but i know when a thing is right, and i spend everyday re-configuring my senses! so when when we get to my house, take a look at that town, at how far i’ve gone. i will never go back, never look back anymore because it feels like my life led right to your side and will keep me there from now on!” 

he softly smiled at you, caressing your cheek, “i love you, y/n.”

think about what you wanted

think about what could be

think about how i love you

he pulled into your childhood neighborhood, parking his car at the curb in front of your parents’ house. before he could open his door, you grabbed onto his wrist, “say you’ll move in with me. think about it, at least. think of what’s great about me and you. think of the bullshit we’ve both been through. think of what’s past. because…we can do better than that, keiji.”

you saw him gulp when you said his actual name for the first time before breaking out into a wide grin, “love…i don’t have to think about it. let’s do it, okay? anywhere you want, as long as we are together.” 

you smiled brightly, tears springing to your eyes at his sudden acceptance, “i love you, so much. oh! there’s my parents, ah–wait you have a little bit of my lipstick on your lip, lemme help you so my mom doesn’t think bad of you…”

we can do better than that!

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pairing: akaashi keiji x female reader
genre: uhh normal (not really fluff), angst, TLFY!au
warnings: overthinker reader, arguing, cursing
word count: 1283
synopsis: your auditions seem to be getting worse and worse, you can’t help but start doubting every little thing
author’s note: chapter twelve to ellie and i’s “the last five years” au collab. this chapter is one of my favorites, i had fun writing it, enjoy <3
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“when you come home to me…? i-i’ll wear a sweeter smile and hope that, for a while, you’ll–” you stopped singing when one of the casting directors put a hand up to signal for you to stop. you awkwardly smiled, “o-oh…okay, thank you…” speed walking off stage in embarrassment, you left the building quickly, pulling out your phone to call akaashi.

i’m climbing uphill, jamie

climbing uphill

you stood in a line of two hundred girls that you got up at six in the morning for. you noticed how they all seemed to be prettier than you, younger and thinner than you. hell! there was even a woman behind you who just got back from the gym…

i’m waiting five hours in line and watching the girls just coming and going

a girl walks out of the doors to the stage and you can’t help but whine internally when you see that she was wearing the exact same dress as you. so much for originality to impress the directors, huh? you look away from said girl when your number is called, a woman leading you to the stage where there’s a piano and a table full of men in front of you. 

always men–usually gay

who’ve been sitting like i have and listening all day to two hundred girls belting as high as they can

placing your bag on the floor, you grab your hand mirror out and try to hype yourself up. ‘i am a good person. i’m an attractive person. i am a talented person. grant me grace.’ you shakily exhale, snapping your mirror shut and turning to look at the middle-aged men staring at you expectantly. 

when you come home…

the pianist starts playing so you start singing, immediately second-guessing each one of your actions. should you have told them you were sick last week? oh god what if they think that’s the way you sing! why is this pianist playing so loud?? should you sing louder?? yeah, you’ll sing louder, that’s a good idea, right?

maybe i should stop and start over, i’m gonna stop and start over

your e/c eyes widen when you see one of the directors staring at his crotch, were you not more interesting than whatever he had down there?? your eyes snap over to the man next to him and shit, he’s reading your resume. don’t stare at my resume, i made up half of my resume, look at me! you beg in your mind, continuing to sing your audition song.

no! not at my shoes, don’t look at my shoes

you glance down at your feet, mentally cursing yourself for choosing these shoes. you hate these stupid shoes. why did i pick these shoes?? why did i pick this song? why did i pick this career? why does this pianist hate me? you’re freaking out about everything at this point, your hands at your side literally vibrating at this point.

if i dont get a callback i can go to crate & barrel with mom and buy a couch, not that i want to spend a day with mom

your mind travels to akaashi and while thinking of him usually calms you, you can’t help but freak out more over him. keiji needs space to write and since you’re obviously such a horrible annoying distraction to him, what’s he gonna be like when you have kids?? akaashi can’t even handle you around the house at this point so how is he going to deal with having mini-hims running around everywhere when he is trying to focus??? why are you even thinking about kids in the first place??

and once again…why am i working so hard? these are the people who cast russell crowe in a musical!

jesus christ! you shut your eyes closed, wanting to disappear from existence. this audition was going horrible and although your mouth kept going with lyrics, your thoughts only consisted of i suck i suck i suck i suck.

“when finally you come home to–”

“thanks that’s great.” one of men interrupted with a sarcastic comment, already wishing for you to get off stage. 

sighing, you bit your lip and answered, “okay, thank you…”

thank you very much

you found yourself at a library, an event being held here for akaashi to do a live reading of his book. you stood among the crowd, giving him a grin and applause whenever it was due. he stood in front of a podium, his tall form towering over it as he continued to read. he was an amazing writer, but he was an even better storyteller. the raw emotion he put behind each word sent goosebumps down your arms, his silky smooth voice pulling you in and trapping you. 

i will not be the girl stuck at home in the ‘burbs

yet despite akaashi always having a way with words that made you have your full attention on him, your mind still wandered to a different place. you know you were supposed to be here for him, proud of him but you felt frustrated somehow. you did not want to be the girl who sat still and looked pretty, with the baby, the dog, and the garden of herbs. 

i will not be the girl in the sensible shoes

pushing burgers and beer nuts and missing the clues

you hated whenever one of his fans came up to you, asking “how does it feel to be the girl trotting along at the genius’ heels?” yeah, you loved akaashi. truly, you loved him with all your heart but you were notthe girl who requires a man to get by! and you definitely were not–

applause suddenly filled your ears, making you–as if you were programmed–smile and clap for him as well. you watch as people of both genders come up to him and congratulate him on his book, introducing themselves to him. you knew they were important by the way keiji’s eyes widened and a formal smile made its way onto his face.  

akaashi and you then make eye contact from across the room, he lifts his long pointer finger up to get you to come to him, but you just grin at him and give him a thumbs up, trying to be as supportive as possible. 

next thing you know, you’re at home and you’re arguing with him, his loud angry voice filling the room as he tries to talk over you, “no! i’ve been to every one of your parties and events and the same thing happens over and over again! i’m basically your waitress for the evening–listen to me! i’m constantly being asked if i’m your publicist because everybody asks me to take photos of you with them. and these people are always asking me the same thing every single goddamn time, ‘how did you and keiji meet? what’s keiji like? where are you from? what’s your name?’ they dont remember because i’m not important, am i? nope! nobody would notice if i left, not even you akaashi! you’re always begging me to go but then you abandon and so i stand by the bar all night and i’m drinking! drink after drink after drink as i hold my purse just waiting for someone to talk to me! for you to talk to me but of course you dont even–”

“stop–stop it, stop it, y/n!” he booms, his thundering enraged voice making you flinch and back away, “just stop and listen to me! can we just, for two minutes, have a conversation where you’re not arguing with everything i say! two fucking minutes! then you can say whatever the hell you want, y/n.”

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talking about my beloved’s hands

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ushijima’s hands are rugged, calloused and way too big for his own good. the veins lining his skin are a reminder of his athletic lifestyle. he rarely wears a ring, but ever since you’ve told him that you like rings on hands, he’s been wearing a very delicate silver band in his middle finger.

you think about how these hands, are the same hands that hold you when things get rough, when you feel like you can’t breathe, when it’s all breaking down and you can feel yourself falling in the cracks. ushijima always manages to pull you out.

these are the same hands that feed you when you’re tired or give you a bath on a rough day, massaging circles in your back, wiping tears from your face. they hold you in your worst times, when all is lost, when you feel like it doesn’t matter anymore. the same hands you clutch when in fear, afraid of whatever bad that will befall you.

these are the hands you can’t spend a day without and it kills you when ushijima is angry and doesn’t let you hold them. untangling you from himself and you feel like you’ve been sentenced to hell on earth.

these are the same hands that you hold whenever you’re happy and everything seems to be going right. when you’re walking to the park, when you come back home from a good day, when you can’t help but ramble on about how much you’re closer to achieving your dream.

these are the same hands that you can’t help but kiss before going to sleep at night, kissing lining his knuckles. ushijima always cups your face and pulls you closer for another kiss.

these are the same hands that hold you like fine china, as if you’re the only thing that has ever mattered, as if you’re the only reason why ushijima continues to breathe and the only reason why he stays sane for so long. the same hands that trace your skin as if you’re Aphrodite in human form.

these are the same hands that you want to hold forever, that you hope to spent eternity with and if life ever gave you a chance, you’d do it all again.

akaashi keiji tutor au

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  • you think you’ve never been this embarrassed. how were you ever going to focus when the akaashi keiji, was in front of you?
  • let’s recap
  • you had been struggling with math ever since BIRTH and it was the only thing standing between you and a scholarship.
  • your teacher simply told you that he had assigned one of his other students to teach you
  • and now here you are, sitting across the pretty volleyball setter, in the library.
  • ur brain is literally FRIED at this point
  • you had liked akaashi ever since middle school when he was in your literature class,, the way he was so passionate about it made you really adore him.
  • but when middle school ended, you didn’t really expect to see him anywhere.
  • until you saw him in the volleyball practice and you were like ?????!!! HES HERE?? hES IN THE SAME SCHOOL AS ME??? AND HES IN THE TEAM??? wHAT IS HAPPENING
  • you even went to cheer on the team in one of their matches and you vividly remember cheering a bit too loudly for your liking.
  • however, you were sure you had no chance. the setter had more than enough popularity. why would he even notice you? you’re sure that he doesn’t even remember that you went to the same middle school.
  • “what are you having difficulty in?” akaashi breaks the silence.
  • “e-everything,” you reply.
  • “alright, let’s start with the basics,” he flips open his notebook.
  • and you can’t help but swoon over him
  • his sessions became a regular part of your life with his best friend bokuto coming in sometimes just to “spice up the mood”
  • but akaashi always kicked him out because with bokuto around there was no way both of you could study
  • and omg!! he’s such a good teacher?? he’s patient whenever you make mistakes,, he tells you to relax when he feels like you’re getting too stressed,,
  • plus the ONE time he bought you boba tea and you were like ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄ iloveusmplsmarryme
  • in school, however, akaashi was dismissive of your presence. while bokuto loudly yelled “HELLO” and waved at you like a mad-man, akaashi would turn the other way and walk off
  • you were so confused as to why he acted this way,, like does he not want to be seen with you or what? you even wanted to ask him why but you couldn’t find the courage to do it.
  • besidesthis should be the last of your worries right now
  • “are you listening?” akaashi snaps you out of your thoughts.
  • “s-sorry–what?”
  • “this the question I want you to do before you go into the exam tomorrow,” he explains.
  • ah yes, the exam. the final math exam that would decide the fate of your scholarship. you think that’s what you should be worried for, but why were you more worried about this being your last session with akaashi?? and that you wouldn’t see him outside school again??
  • you sigh’ it’s useless. it’s an endless cycle and it’s just better to fall in love with a fictional character rather than a real person
  • the next morning, you head out to your class and you’re surprised to see a cute strawberry milk box on your desk. a small note is attached to it saying “you’ll do great. I have faith in you. breathe.” signed by akaashi.
  • these words repeat in your head like a mantra as you solve the paper which seemed a bit tooeasy
  • and when the results came back in
  • the first thing you had to do was tell him
  • “AKAASHI I GOT A FULL SCORE!” you run to him after class, as he greets you with one of his raresmiles.
  • “i knew you could do it,” he admits.
  • you blush. “well i–i couldn’t have done it without your help.”
  • “you should give yourself credit, alright?” he says and u can literally feel your heart going BADUMP
  • “for getting such a good score, i’ll treat you to some onigiri,” he tells you out of the blue, running his hand through black hair. “is that okay?”
  • “it’s more than okay!” you say with way too much enthusiasm
  • bokuto randomly appears, as he swings his arm around akaashi, “can I come too?”
  • “this is for people who didn’t fail their math test, bokuto,” akaashi retorts.
  • “I THOUGHT YOU PROMISED YOU WOULDNT TELL”
  • you laugh at both of them
  • and MAYBE this could be your chance to actually befriending him!!
  • but when the two of you were walking towards the onigiri stall, it was DEAD SILENT.
  • until you finally mustered up the courage to talk to him. “do you still like literature?” you ask him, to break the silence.
  • “i’m surprised you still remember,” he remarks. “but yeah, I do. but with volleyball, there is seldom time left for reading.”
  • “oh,” you fall silent again.
  • WHY IS IT SO AWKWARD HERE?? at this point you just want to bury yourself beneath the ground
  • “can I ask you something?” akaashi says. and you nod.
  • “why are you so easily distracted?” akaashi asks.
  • you feel yourself turning scarlet for the fiftieth time in his presence. “it’s nothing, really.”
  • “is it maybe because i’m boring?” akaashi asks, a hint of playfulness in his voice.
  • “NOOOO,, I just am like this,, I tend to think about like fifty things at one time” you tell him,
  • “well–don’t do that when i’m around,” akaashi orders. “i like having your full attention,” he grins.
  • ur literally like 0.0?????? WTH ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT
  • “wh–what do you mean?” you ask him
  • “i never thought i’d finally say it but I like you,” he admits. “in fact, I have for a long time–ever since middle school, actually.”
  • WHAT
  • “b-but you avoid me in school all the time!” you blurted out,,
  • akaashi sighs. “i really hoped you hadn’t noticed,” he remarked. “i was avoiding you because I was afraid bokuto would put me in a position where i would have to confess and I just didn’t want to do it in that stressful environment.”
  • “o–oh,” you stutter.
  • “it’s okay if you don’t like me,” akaashi consoles. “in fact i’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable–”
  • ur like NO YOU DIDNT MAKE ME UNCOMFY I LIKE YOU TOO I HAVE FOR A LONG TIME I CANT BELIEVE YOU DIDNT NOTICE AND I THINK YOURE AMAZING AND SO COOL INFACT IM–
  • “woah slow down,” akaashi chuckles, and you feel yourself turning into a puddle
  • “it’s a relief to hear that you like me,” akaashi says. “and also the fact that you think i’m amazing and cool,” he grins.
  • and ur like ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ
  • “if it’s any consolation, I think you’re pretty cool too,” he ruffles your hair. “besides, you look acute from every angle.”

kuroo tetsuro royalty au

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  • ah yes, kuroo tetsuro, the next king in line, the one who was deemed as the most handsome prince with his eye catching smile and a face carved by god himself. he was adored amongst the people of the kingdom for his acts of heroism and selflessness.
  • but there was only one slightproblem
  • YOU HATED HIM
  • kuroo tetsuro, in your words, was the most annoying bastard you had ever met.
  • you had known kuroo ever since you were a child,, heck you were practically raised with him. your father was a knight that had saved the king’s life,, automatically earning your family a place in the king’s palace.
  • people told you “you’re so lucky to know the prince so closely.” you considered it a punishment. all kuroo was, was a pain in your ass.
  • oh the ridiculous amount of times he would snatch books out of your hands so you’d jump up to try and take them from him,, while he had that shit eating grin plastered on his face,,
  • or when you were taking a bite of food and he’d appear out of nowhere just to shove the bite in his mouth
  • or perhaps when he’d tell you the wrong dress codes for events or the wrong times and you’d either end up coming late or super early
  • the worst however was when he KNOWINGLY proposed to you in front of half the palace to be his valentine
  • and you obv couldn’t say NO because it was the bloody prince and apparently every1 dreamed to go out on a date with him
  • so you just said yes and kuroo hugged you,, and then he whispered in your ear about how it’ll be the worst date of ur life
  • “daydreaming about me, sweetheart?” a voice snaps you out of your thoughts. the voice that you could recognize from your grave. kuroo tetsuro.
  • “don’t you ever shut up?” you hiss as you turn around. kuroo doesn’t seem to take the hint as he follows you.
  • “awh, just admit it–you were missing me” kuroo ruffles your hair.
  • “STOP RUFFLING MY HAIR I WORKED ON THAT HAIRSTYLE FOR 1 HOUR” you yell. “and why would I miss a man that has his head so far up his ass he can’t see anything but himself?”
  • “at least, I don’t need a chair to stand on to talk to people,” he grins.
  • “IF YOU INSULT MY HEIGHT ONE MORE TIME I WILL BURY YOU ALIVE” you hiss as you walk towards your chambers
  • kuroo snickers, he’s always found your reactions to be amusing. It was always so much fun to push your buttons, wasn’t it? you were the one he looked around for, who’s reactions he wanted to see and the only one he wanted to annoy.
  • and with that thought, he heads to his room
  • a loud banging noise wakes him up. and kuroo can’t think straight. what was happening???
  • and then it hits him like a train
  • that was the sound alarm for when someone attacked the palace.
  • kuroo jolts out of bed and his mind immediately goes to you. you’ve always been a heavy sleeper. even if hell broke lose you wouldn’t wake up.
  • and kuroo just grabs his sword, no thoughts, head empty absolutely as he rushes to your room
  • he barges in only to be decked in the face causing him to fall back
  • “takethat you filthy–wait–KUROO??”
  • kuroo groans in pain, clutching the left side of his face, “–ouch–WHY DID YOU PUNCH ME?”
  • and ur like are you really THAT dumb the alarm is sounding and some random bastard barges into my room what do you think I’m going to do?????
  • and he’s like “i don’t know take a quick scan before you punch them into the bloody oblivion???”
  • and once kuroo removes his hand you can see a bruise forming on his left cheekbone alongside a cut,,
  • “shit–i’m so sorry,” you mutter. “hold on, I got a first aid kit here.”
  • “i don’t think we have time–the alarm–” just as kuroo says this, the alarm stops ringing.
  • “seems like we got plenty, now shush.”
  • you drag him into your bathroom, and he’s leaning on the counter, as you apply a little anti septic
  • and kuroo flinches
  • “sorry,” you mumble once again. “i really didn’t think you’d be coming here.”
  • “of course I would,” kuroo replies. his voice is much deeper than you remember it to be, eyes focusing on you as if it’s the first time he’s looking at you.
  • “i just figured I would be the last on your list of people to save,” you say under your breath, eyes not meeting his, but kuroo manages to hear it.
  • “you’ve always been on top of any list i’ve written,” kuroo replies, as he puts the tip of his finger under your chin, to get you to look at him. “you’d only realize if you weren’t so busy hating me.”
  • and ur like ????!!! wth are you talking about boi
  • “are you really that oblivious to my feelings?” kuroo asks.
  • FEELINGS??? WHAT FEELINGS
  • the confusion on your face gives it away and kuroo doesn’t take to it too nicely
  • so he just says,, “nevermind,” and he walks out of the bathroom. “mom and dad are probably looking for me. g’night.”
  • and you realize,, you’ve spent so much time loathing kuroo’s annoying habits that you never really paid attention to all the nice things he did for you
  • the amount of times he did your homework or taught you sword fighting, how you were always the first person he’d tell any good news too, how without fail he’d save you those little pizzas you’d like and made sure you’d eat, how he remembered your favorite flowers and placed them on your door every morning,
  • how he’d be the only person you could talk to after a nightmare and how he’d wrap his arms around you when all you did was want to disappear from the world. all the times he made life much more bearable with his presence,,
  • plus the valentines date he took you out on was actually fun. both of you ate your favorite ramen, saw a sky full of stars and even listened to some music together
  • and suddenly it all made so much sense
  • so you ran, ran all the way to kuroo’s rooms which made you realize ya got no leg strength babe wth ya doin
  • you knock on his door and kuroo opens it and you can see his eyes are a bit red,, “did you come all the way here to reject me–”
  • “i’m not oblivious to your feelings–imean–i am,” you say. “but only a little bit,” you smile sheepishly. “i do like you and i sure as hell would love it if we went out on another date.”
  • alright, a date it is then,” kuroo smiles. “and I’ll also bring a chair with me in case i’m not able to hear you.”
  • yeah kuroo got decked in the face again for that one

hot things they do pt.2 (iwaizumi, oikawa, daichi, kageyama)

masterlist|part 1 | was thinking about daichi and tada!

iwaizumi

  • he rests his head on the headboard with his hand behind his head while he’s scrolling on his phone, his muscles so clearly evident while his shirt is too tight and you’re clearly drooling.
  • whenever he looks at you like that.you know the look where a guy is looking at you so intently you can’t even look into their eyes. yeah, iwaizumi does that.
  • his sweats hang low enough for you to see his v line. all you have to do is ask him to pick up something from the top of the cabinet, as his shirt rides up. “eyes up here, darling.”

oikawa

  • the tongue poking in cheek thing that he does whenever he doesn’t have a reply to your teasing.
  • he whistles whenever he wants to get your attention. he can also whistle the tune of songs. he’s mostly whistling jayz’s ‘big pimpin’ when he enters home, with his duffle bag hung on his shoulder.
  • he wears a silver chain that he plays with whenever he’s thinking. and it dangles when he’s hovering above you. absolutely the type of guy to wear a black tank top with a silver chain and sweats at home. “baby i know I look good, no need to drool.”

daichi

  • whenever he’s doing some work or something, he folds up his sleeves without realizing the effect this has on you. you can see his veiny hands and that’s a sight for sore eyes.
  • his thighs are so broad especially when his shorts ride up ahaha dies. “you wanna sit on my lap, baby?”
  • you know how when reversing the car, some guys keep their hand on the back of your seat while one is on the staring wheel? yeah. it’s him alright. I don’t know about you lot but if you’ve ever seen a guy driving a manual car, you would know why i’m down bad.

kageyama

  • insanely quick reflexes. once you flicked a card at him and he caught it and grinned. the type to pull you back from your shirt whenever you are about to bump into something. he manages to catch anything you throw at him. “better watch what you throw, love. it’ll only come back.
  • raises his eyebrow whenever he’s focusing on something too much and his muscles flex unintentionally. he also grunts randomly, running his hands trough his hair.
  • the way he wears his shirt. he puts his hands in first and then his head. he takes off his shirt with one hand a little tooeffortlessly.

hq boys (iwaizumi, ushijima, tsukki, kuroo) in the winters.

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iwaizumi

  • oh boy you best believe, he won’t let you go out of the house without seven layers, ear muffs, mufflers, gloves. he’ll even get you to keep a small heater in the car and take it to work because he does NOT want you getting sick at all
  • if you do fall sick, you will never hear the end of it. “i told you you should have worn more layers!”
  • also takes pictures of you in the snow omg </3 but he doesn’t let you stay out for too long and drags you inside for hot chocolate.
  • after you take a shower, he’ll be waiting outside the bathroom with a hair dryer, and the heater already on. will also buy matching pajamas to keep you both warm.

ushijima

  • ushijima himself does not feel cold but whenever he sees you, he brings a big blanket, wraps it around you and then also wraps his arms around you. in a nutshell, he will use this opportunity to cuddle you to death
  • he gets up in the morning and puts warm water in a hot water bottle and makes a cute little bag with different teas/instant coffee you can add to it. he’ll also add some warm cookies to it for you.
  • is absolutely be shocked when you hit him a snowball and proceeds to pick up a buttload of snow and dunk it on you, grinning about how you asked for it
  • if you ever tell him you’re cold, he’s going to offer you his jacket RIGHT there and then and he’ll take you home or back the car so that you can be warm

tsukki

  • ok tsukki always lies about not feeling cold like bruh who are you kidding you’re literally SHIVERING
  • and now you have to baby him into wearing socks and that means buying dino socks. he has big oversized jackets and he makes you snuggle with him. he never gets up from bed and will also force you to stay in.
  • as much as he hates getting of bed, he’ll make you soup while grumbling about how you better be thankful that he loves you.
  • he also loves it when you take hot showers with him [not in that way] but it’s just so intimate and both of you can just slip under the covers afterwards.

kuroo

  • he’s cold and that means you’re cold. he’s going to make you wear fifty layers but that doesn’t mean he also won’t drag you outside for a snowball fight, making snowmans and snow angels
  • kuroo is already very touchy-feely and in the winter, he never leaves you alone. absolutely to the type to say, “c’mere, let me warm your hands.”
  • he uses this opportunity to kiss you because he thought your lips were freezing and starting to get blue [he’s lying]
  • also he has some family hot chocolate recipe which is LITERALLY BRILLIANT and I swear you can taste the love he made it with.

ushijima things I was thinking about

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his hands are so large and calloused and yours are so small and soft that he loves it,, especially when you caress his face. your touch feels so warm to him. and because of your small hands, ushijima doesn’t let you hold anything [it happens unintentionally], always saying ”let me hold that for you, darling.“ his hands somehow always know the right place to be, like rubbing circles on your back, giving you headpats or playing with your hair >:(

ushijima cooking! he’s! an! amazing! cook! He wears a cute little apron with cute little animals on it,, asks you to come in and taste his food, as he blows on the spoon for you to try a bite. imagine a dinner date with him in the winter,, where both of you are huddled together to have warm soup with ramen.

ushijima giving shoulder kisses!! he loves pressing kisses to your shoulders and even your knuckles. when you’re cuddling, with your back on his chest, he always whispers such sweet things like, ”i love you baby” or “make me feel like ’m on top of the world.“ and if you’re watching some soapy tv show, he laughs in your ear and ushijima’s laugh >>> or whenever you cling to him during a scary movie, he grins.

ushijima absolutely tries to not crush you with his body weight but some days he’s so tired from his matches, he just collapses on top of you,, inhaling your scent [not in a creepy way, it makes him feel at home]. you always smell like the sense of belonging he needed, he doesn’t know how to explain it.

he steals glances at you whenever you’re not looking. especially during his match, right before his serve, he just looks at you because it’s somehow calming. whenever you’re trying to focus, you can feel his gaze burning into you. he looks at you so intently, memorizing all your features. he just can’t help but fall in love all over again.

absolutely the type of person to not let you walk on the side closer to the road,, he always shelters you and his grip on your hand is so tight on whenever you’re in a crowd because he doesn’t want you to get lost >:( will even carry you on your back or make you walk ahead of him.

speaking of a relative height difference, he always finds it so cute that you have to stand on top of things to tie his tie or reach his belongings. the type to lean against the doorframe and watch your frame struggle until he realizes he has to help. if you’re taller than him, he is so fascinated that he places things higher on purpose to see you reach out for them because he thinks it’s so cool??? like! you see the world like him?

he motivates you to become the best person in your life. he’ll be there, for anything that’s important to you. he’ll push you to get better. he’ll listen to you explain him a topic for hours and then ask questions! ranting to him is so much fun omg <3 he just sits there, saying things like, “you’re absolutely right”. He doesn’t give his opinion unless he knows you’re ready to hear it.

but I guess the hardest day is when he breaks down. it’s so heartbreaking and gut wrenching because he’s an amazing person who deserves the world.

hot things they do (suna, ushijima, kuroo, asahi)

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suna

  • whenever someone else is talking to him and he’s listening intently,,, and his eyes land on you in the other corner of the room,, he winks, as a grin finds it’s way to his face.
  • kissesthat spot on your neck that makes you squirm and all blushy. he just knows it’ll make you weak in the knees and does it in purpose. “look at you all blushy blushy.”
  • he’ll pull you towards him with your belt loop so that you end up bumping into his chest and he laughs </3

kuroo

  • he drives with one hand on the steering wheel and another on your thigh. his hand always finds you somehow.
  • he’s sitting there on the couch and whenever you enter, he’ll look you up to down before mumbling a “c’mere,” and pulling you into his lap LORD
  • traps you between his hands, when your back is against the wall, and he’s bending down to talk to you with a grin on his face. “why are you blushing?

ushijima

  • manspreading. that is all I’ll say.
  • he has irrevocable strength. so if you per say do convince him to play fight, he’ll let you win. you’ll be on top of him and he’ll be pinned to the bed. “i thought you were strong toshi.” that’s all you have to say and it flips a switch. you won’t even know what hit you and you’ll be the one pinned down. “i thought you were strong too, darling
  • his voice is so deep and hoarse in the morning?? “don’t move,” he says when you try to squirm out of his grip to get out of bed.

asahi

  • whenever he gets up from bed in the morning, he ties his hair. barebacked asahi, his back muscles flexing as he pulls his hair into a bun. it’s so unintentional that he doesn’t even realize he does it.
  • whenever your hair is falling on your face, asahi has a hair tie right on his hand. but instead of tying your hair from the back, he comes in front of you and ties it from the front. “looks good, love.”
  • how he folds his sleeves whenever he’s about to do some messy work. it’s only when he catches you staring, he realizes. in conclusion, this man is hot and deserves more recognition thank u

hq boys (sugawara, Hinata, ushijima, iwaizumi) reacting to you coming back tired from work/having a tough day

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sugawara

  • what a darling, honestly!!
  • if he knows you’re tired, he’ll just be very quiet,, go into the kitchen make some herbal tea for you that helps soothe you!!
  • he’ll even run warm bath and will offer to wash your hair!!
  • and most importantly, he’ll take out his secret stash of soft pajamas that he was saving for himself,, but he’ll give them to you and probably cuddle you till you go to sleep </3
  • he’ll kiss the top of your head and smile

hinata

  • hinata was probably super excited when he saw you at the front door,, but then he saw the look on your face and he was like “oh–no.”
  • so he immediately rushes to his bed, underneath which he’s kept this box of your favorite chocolates and chips,, anything to make you feel better
  • he takes out your night suit,, and puts you in bed as he hums this lullaby,,
  • he probably won’t be able to sleep all night because of how worried he is for you,, he hates tired you :/

ushijima

  • ushijima has a gut feeling in practice that something is about to be very wrong so when he goes back home and is greeted with a very dull you,,
  • he figures it out in the span of seconds and before you know,,, he asks you to give him 2 mins,, he takes a quick shower
  • he asks if you’ve ate something,,
  • and then he drags you to bed,, you’re the small spoon, and he’s pressing kisses to your shoulder blade,, stroking to your hair and you’re going to forget you were ever tired with this big man

iwaizumi

  • iwaizumi instantly KNOWS so he does what he does best,,
  • make soup
  • no seriously,, iwaizumi makes great comfort soup with noodles and it’s really comforting and heartwarming!! he’ll make you a warm bowl of deliciousness,,
  • he’ll play some jazz in the background and the two of you can sway together,, until he carries you back to bed where you sleep in his arms >:(

how strong ushijima really is

masterlist

  • if you ever ran towards him at full speed to hug him, he would not even budge with your weight,, like literally,, HE would not
  • he sometimes throws you over his shoulder when you’re not listening to him??? you weigh as much as a toothpick to this man
  • and oh MY god,, if you ever tell him anything is heavy and you hand it over for him to pick up,, he’ll be like,, “this is heavy? but it’s solight?”
  • also ARM WRESTLING!!
  • he can’t help but giggle every time you challenge him to an arm wrestling match,, which by the way consists of you using both your hands and ushijima using barely any strength,, and he’s just trying to fight back the smile on his face when he sees how much effort you’re putting in
  • but also,, the BEHEMOTH this man is,, he has absolutely broken so many things around the house because he miscalculates how strong he really is,,
  • like accidentally breaking the cabinet door open or a wine glass because he held it too hard,, or slamming a door shut and the window breaking? yep, it’s happened.
  • sometimes you think this man is magneto in real life because he can bend METAL like seriously,, this is concerning
  • but also! he is aware of how strong he is when it comes to you. like he will not even jokingly nudge you or anything because he’s afraid he’ll hurt you and he cannot hurt his beloved,,
  • except while cuddling. when you’re in ushijima’s grip, he will NOT let you go
  • all in all, love our strong boi </3 he’s my baby and I want to keep him snuggled in a blanket

a/n: okay hi?? im ellie?? heres this??? i worked on it for like four? days?on and off? and its longer than any oneshot ive written but yk shes cute ig. pls be nice pls enjoy… but also my last piece got 2 notes and im really hopin in not shadowbanned here lmao

genre: fluff, angst, rivals to lovers!!

pairing: bisexual!female!reader x tsukishima kei (yes bi reader its a vibe)

warnings: a break up with a beautiful woman i made up myself, swearing

word count: 3.7k (ahhhh!!)

enjoy!! :D

Elementary second year. Your newly-assigned seat was next to a much taller, blond kid. He was smart and bright, rivaling the sun in terms of unbridled joy. Now, none of that can be seen by eight year old eyes, but looking back and comparing, it’s easy to spot that he changed. 

Tsukishima Kei was an excitable kid, just as everyone was, but he was still snarky; his arrogance seemed to be something that just festered within his soul, no matter the trauma that brought it out. 

Childlike wonder is still alive and well at eight. 

The teacher you had back then was quite rude. She was pushy and angry, and she assigned way too much homework. Everything she uttered made you huff in disappointment, crossing your arms and hoping for some sort of reaction from someone. The kid next to you was named Koji–or, at least, that’s what you called him. He was your best friend, spending every moment with you like you were siblings. You’d be able to crack a joke with the smallest glance and you’d talk constantly. As soon as your handwriting was legible to people of your age group, you’d pass notes back and forth and cackle at their contents. Until, of course,

“Tsukishima, will you switch seats with Kojikata today?” Your teacher sounded exhausted, huffing her sentence out on a sigh before going back to the multiplication tables on the board. Suddenly, your little world was interrupted.

“Y/N, right?” He didn’t look at you, placing his folders down on the desk and pushing his glasses back up as he sat. His words were hushed and quiet, but the class had moved into individual work–he wasn’t interrupting anyone.

“Yeah. Can I call you Tsukki?” You were angry, gripping your pencil tighter in your little hand as you wrote numbers down on white paper. One times one is one. Two times two is four. This is easy.

“No,” he was long doing the same thing, but writing quicker than you. That’s how it is, huh?

Three times two is six. Four times five is twenty. Six times three is eighteen. Five times six is thirty. This is easy-

“Miss, I’m done.” His voice was always so dry. Uninterested. 

Four times three is twelve. “Me too!” Your hand shot up with the paper in it, sending a death glare at the boy next to you.

That’s how it is, huh?

This pattern continued for weeks. Tsukishima didn’t move from his seat next to you, as your teacher had made the realization that you worked far harder without friends around. Tsukishima lit a competitive fire under you; everything was now a race.

It started with handing in assignments. Who would go up to the front desk first to have their work checked over? Who would finish this quiz faster? Then it transferred into everything. 

Who would get to class faster? Who finished their lunch quicker? Who could read faster? Who scored higher on spelling tests? Who could run faster in gym class?

And then it was middle school.


Middle school brought in Yamaguchi Tadashi. 

It’d be an understatement to say he warmed to Yamaguchi quickly, but the basis behind that was strange. Tsukishima was never one for friends, even though everyone wanted to be friends with him. He was cool in the eyes of a handful of eleven year olds; letting everything roll off your back seemed to be an admirable trait. Yamaguchi worshipped him, and Tsukishima took him under his wing to teach him the ropes of being a cool kid.

At heart, though, Yamaguchi was kind and attentive. He could tell when things were going wrong, and supposedly it was him that changed the rest of your life.

The rivalry continued just as it had in elementary, just with higher stakes. You’d fight for answering questions first, working ahead of everyone else to just beat him. He’d never bat an eye at it, and sometimes you thought it was all over, but then

“Y/N.” Tsukishima Kei stood three steps behind you, looming over you with the height he was seemingly born with. The hallway was emptying by now, kids walking into their classrooms once again. The white floors rung with the quiet sounds of soft-bottomed shoes and a light above your head flickered calmly.

“Yeah?” You spun around to meet his gaze.

“What’d you get on that lit essay?”

“A 96. Why?”

“No reason,” he smirked and tilted his head up, looking down at you, “I got a 100.”

A huff and a stomp away gave him the answer he needed as he followed you into the classroom, sitting down behind you and next to Yamaguchi just as he did every day. The little shit.

Tsukishima was never better than you, technically speaking. On average and on paper, you were always both roughly the same. You’d fight for being top of the class, the position switching between both of you every day. You excelled in creative things while he excelled at sports, but both of you dabbled in the other. When people in your year began dating, everyone came to assume you two were. It was embarrassing, really, because Tsukishima Kei was a little shit know-it-all who will never beat me at anything ever and people need to stop thinking he will because he won’t I’m better than hi-

“Hey?” Oh right. Friends.

“Koji!” He never left, at least not yet. His nimble fingers tapping on your shoulder brought you back to reality, making you jump and turn around to face him, wrapping your arms around his body for a split second.

“You looked zoned” his face was riddled with concern that was easy to write off.

“Oh, whoops” a small blush heated your cheek as your hand migrated to rub your neck. “Did you want something?”

As you walked into the classroom a bit further, Koji sat on your right; he seemed to buckle down more when you had moved away from each other way back in the day, so there were less mid-class comedy shows. He grew up just as you had, and with the closeness of the two of you people began to think you were dating. At twelve, it was incredibly necessary to date someone–anyone. Theories bounced from everywhere and anywhere and with you it was either your best friend or your biggest rival. Your lack of attraction to either of them became the center of many late night crises. 

“Not particularly,” his gaze switched from you to the board again, beginning to write something down when he turned his head. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah! Of course I am,” you smiled at him, the kind of smile that made your eyes crinkle at the corners, and suddenly it was high school.

-

“Tsukishima is really cute! And he’s smart, I heard that Kageyama wasn’t too bright somewhere.”

“But Kageyama’s so much hotter! His being a little dumb sometimes is endearing.”

“Are we not going to talk about that third year setter, Sugawara?”

“No, he’d never go for a first year. Besides, that Hinata kid is more of an enigma.”

“Have you even seen them play?” A howl of angry “yes”s fell over the crowd, trying to prove something. None of them had ever seen them play.

That asshole Tsukishima getting popular felt like a stab in the soul. None of them knew him or how much he sucked, but the amount of girls fawning over him was horrific.

-

There’s something consistently poetic about young love, no matter where it comes from. Something extra sweet about holding pinkies in school corridors when no one is looking and seeing them every day, smiling loudly as the sun broke over the horizon all bright and early. The raging hormones and dumb, fake social hierarchies of fifteen make emotions run wild, and only the deeply immature end up helplessly infatuated. Others are more cautious, but there’s only so many precautions one can take at fifteen. Sometimes some of us just want to be loved, no matter the sincerity of it.

Cared for, and whatnot. No harm in that, in the long run at least. 

“Y/N, right?” Her name was Mei. She was in your class; 1-4, just like Tsukishima. She was pretty. Long, black hair was preceded by two green streaks at the front. She’d always have those down, making her features look like a photo in a perfect frame. She had a collection of hair clips with small shapes on them that she’d have somewhere on her person at all times. Her more mid-sized body was paler than most, and she was covered in freckles and moles. Her eyes were an unusual shade of blue that looked deep enough to swim in. Her cheeks were always stained with a peachy blush that moved up her collarbones and into her ears, making her look like she was always smiling no matter what her face was doing. Karasuno’s school uniform did wonders for her curves, the skirt swaying up on occasion and making her look so damn perfect.

“Yeah! You’re…” a second of dumbfounded pause felt like years in your mind, coming to the conclusion that she was the most beautiful girl you had ever met. “Ojiro Mei?”

“Yep! I just wanted to tell you you looked really pretty today!” Her voice always had an upward inflection, and was higher than most. It was cute. Incredibly cute.

“Oh.” A moment of confidence fell over you like you weren’t in control of your actions, “you’re beautiful.”

“Thank you very much,” she bounced back on her toes and then rolled back to her heels, hands intertwined behind her back, “You’re too kind, Y/N.” Her sentences were always punctuated with an eye-crinkling smile.

Later that day, you found her on every social media account you could; she messaged you first.

When you don’t know you’re interested in women, it’s hard to notice that they’re flirting with you, but after a handful of supposed gay panic, you asked her on a date.

She was two inches shorter than you, and somehow that persisted no matter what shoes she was wearing. Every small outing with her felt like cloud nine–watching the sunset, small conversation over tea at a nearby cafe, cuddling in your bedroom with only a string of Christmas lights on. She always looked so wonderful in soft lighting, the potential cold of winter disappeared with pale beiges that made her freckles look like stars. Every action Mei ever did was soft and full of care. She could send every single emotion through her fingertips on your jaw, deepening a kiss you started moments before. She was like magic, until she wasn’t anymore.

You supposed, when thinking back, that things fell out around month thirteen. The rose colored lenses everything was viewed through faded a bit, and it’s easy to notice her pulling away. There were less late night phone calls and less recommended music and less hands running through your hair. Everything has a natural progression to the end, right?

“Do you still feel it?” It was raining. Large drops of water fell down to the floor, smacking the pavement at speeds you couldn’t even try to measure. She was wearing a bright yellow raincoat that looked almost dull in the four pm light. 

“Feel what?”

“Anything, baby.” All of her words ended with a huffed out sigh, like she was tired of something. Lying, maybe. 

You pondered the question, and it seemed like your hesitation gave her all the answer she needed. 

“Ya know, Y/N.” She looked down and grabbed your hands with hers, rubbing her thumbs on your palms as you grabbed around them. “This was fun. We had a good run.”

A solemn tear fell down your cheek at the ending, but there was no use in self pity or anger now. She was so sweet and kind, and it’s truly unthinkable how she continued that kindness in the end.

“Yeah. A good run.” The pink in your cheeks grew as you choked out a laugh, pulling her in for one final hug under the dim fluorescent lights on the front door overhang of the school.

Fifteen came and went with love, and when sixteen rolled around you wondered if you’d ever be loved like that again.

-

A spirit can’t be broken overnight, and if you’ve spent the last eight years of your life having a strong, consistent rivalry with someone, it won’t leave any time soon. Tsukishima and you were on similar playing fields for most of your life, but you had one thing he didn’t: relationship experience. In that way, you always counted yourself one point higher, like a boy scout badge. 

For a spell, however, your intensity changed. There was nothing more driving you than spite, and there was nothing you wanted more than to beat him. You were well into your second year of high school at this point, and–volleyball notwithstanding–you had wins over Tsukishima. You had seen him play volleyball, every match in his second year, and you deemed he was simply okay. You refused to count his success onto the list of wins for both of you.

June fifteenth. Tournaments were coming up around the corner when it happened, which explained every reason why he was there. You weren’t exactly prepared for the rain, so the best bet seemed to be sitting at the front entrance of Karasuno High School and wallowing in a little bit more self pity before you went home. You were just dumpedafter all, the tears weren’t done falling. 

The feeling between sadness and shame overflowed you, shades of yellowish green painting the world around you and churning your gut into oblivion. And the tears fell. It felt like a scene in a movie; in a few seconds, a strong, capable man would show up to your rescue.

“Y/N?”what the fuck?

He was sweaty. His face was matte from a light film of saltwater. He had a grey umbrella over his head, keeping himself dry from the still-pelting rain. His six-foot-two frame was covered with a black tracksuit, and he still had his sports goggles on.

Those fucking sports goggles.

“Tsukishima.” you deadpanned, trying to get him away as fast as possible. His words were snarky, as always, but this time laced with concern. Like he actually cared.

“What are you still doing here? It’s almost six,” he stood under the overhang with you, crouching to take a few feet off of his incredible height. 

“Sulking?”

“Ah,” he huffed and sat down next to you, “it’s not great for your posture, ya know.”

“Oh shut up, Tsukishima.”

“Remember when we were eight,” he looked up, studying the moths as they flew around the lights on the ceiling, “and you asked if you could call me Tsukki?”

“Vaguely, but we were eight.”

“Yeah, true” his head dramatically fell to his lap, staring at his knees as he chuckled, “but you can. Call me Tsukki, that is.”

An uncomfortable laugh fell from your lips, and he spoke for you, “this one kid, Koganegawa, the setter on Date Tech, calls me that too. It’s not a Tadashi-only nickname anymore.”

“You say Tadashi-only like I wasn’t there first.”

“He never asked.”

“Would you have said no?”

“Probably” he hasn’t actually looked at you yet. 

“Should I not have asked?”

“It doesn’t matter anymore.”

“Okay, Tsukki” you drew out the last letter, giggling at the situation before you had time to think about your emotions.

He noticed that you weren’t crying anymore and helped you stand, grabbing your hand and pulling you up. Tsukishima and you lived closer than you thought, walking the same direction and only splitting up seconds away from your home.

You walked in silence the whole time, but it was comfortable. While he was your rival, he was always a friend. There was nothing scary or intimidating about him, as is with most people when you’ve known them forever; it was almost like his facade just didn’t work on you. You were huddled close to him to stay out of the rain. 

The second you parted ways, you ran home. The rain was more of a drizzle now, but the temperature began a free fall–getting out of the cold as fast as possible was your first priority. Upon entering the front door and taking off your shoes and jacket, leaving everything to sit in the entryway, you took a shower. The rain didn’t do enough to wash away the pain of the day, and warm steam would let the rest evaporate. The expected unrelenting sadness wasn’t really present as much as was expected, though. Everything felt fine. Content. Okay.

-

And it continued that way. He sent you a snapchat asking if you had gotten home safely, which prompted a memory of you never giving each other your phone numbers. After a quick yes, tsukki. no need to worry ;), you sent him your number asking to play some game.

Whatever is meant to happen does, right? Any excuse for falling for him. You didn’t want to, of course, but things happen. Time changes. Thus, the excuses. Thus, the ignorance. Thus, the five stages of grief. 

It started with the denial, because no Y/N you can’t like Tsukishima Kei. He’s so competitive and mean and snarky and horrible and you hate him! Then, the anger, because Tsukishimasucksand he’s horrible and you’re going to punch him in his stupid cute face. Next, the bargaining, because please don’t let this be happening you’ll do anything to lose these feelings, even if it means letting him win at something. Going into the depression, because all you’ve ever wanted was to be free of this assclownand now you’re stuck thinking about him at three in the morning when you’re supposed to be dreaming about anything other than him. And finally, acceptance, when you scowl at him in the hallway because fuck, you like Tsukishima Kei.

The worst bit of acceptance is getting over it. Now you had to confront your feelings. Now you needed to tell him. 

It was roughly five months since he found you sulking on school grounds, and you regretted most days the way you let him text you every morning. It’d always be something stupid, like a joke about the novel you were reading in lit or sometimes he’d tell you, off hand, something dumb Hinata and Kageyama did at practice. Sometimes he’d text you, within the first twenty minutes of the school day, pointing out something little you did with your hair. They were never really compliments as much as comments; he’d say “your socks have a pink ring at the top” and give you nothing to work with from there. A simple yes would suffice, you always supposed, because “yes, tsukki. they do.”

He’d linger at his desk during the break between classes and would stay there if you didn’t leave, but would leave a few steps behind you if you did. He wouldn’t follow you, but he’d watch to know where you were going. Everything he did was concealed though–you’d only notice if you really wanted to know.

Yamaguchi was the only one to notice, even after a while of it. You’ll never know what he said to his friend, but the conversation you had with the aforementioned friend a day later gives some guesses.

“Y/N?” Tsukishima was never the shy type, and you knew him in the days where everyone was shy. He wasn’t loud, but he was bold. His words were always pointed and important. Everything he did always had purpose and intensity behind it.

“Tsukki?” You were sitting under a tree, enjoying the late spring weather of the beginning of your third year. Nothing became intense yet classwork wise, so there was ample time to chill on the school grounds. Overlooking the soccer field was a large oak tree. It was big enough to comfortably have multiple groups of people under its shade, but it was empty at the moment; save for you and the book you were reading.

“I was just wondering if you’d like to maybe go out sometime?” He somehow didn’t pause while talking, but his words came out more something akin to word vomit. You we’re more shocked than you should have been, if you had picked up on the signs. But you were feeling the same as he was, as far as you could tell.

“Sure, when?” You looked back down at your book for a second, placing the bookmark in it and folding the pages shut.

Tsukishima looked dumbfounded, standing there with his eyes bugged out and his mouth slightly agape. He started making unintelligible babbling noises, hoping to get something out that had any meaning at all. You took the reins instead, gaining confidence in his lack thereof.

“I was planning on getting coffee or something today after school. It gets really cold at night now, huh?”

“Yeah, I suppose.”

“Would you like to join me?”

“There’s a break before practice today so” he hesitated, letting the pink in his cheeks finally catch up to the beating in his chest. “Sure.”

You wouldn’t have ever pegged Tsukishima Kei as the flustered type.

-

There was never a drop in conversation, as there never really was between you two. A whole life together and you still had things to talk about, mentioning everything from your individual childhoods to recent developments. Turns out he never knew what genre of books were your favorite. Or what kind of music you listened to. Or what any of your hobbies were. 

Turns out you both had more in common than you thought, competitive spirits notwithstanding. Tsukishima Kei was a strange man in every sense of the word. He was arrogant and snarky and disinterested and bright and passionate and smart. He was your rival, smug look plastered on his smug face making your chest bubble in anger just as it had a million times before–or was that admiration this time? The world may never know. 

All that was real right now was the deck of cards on the table, being separated out into a card game both of you learned as kids. The small, round, cafe table shook with every slap of your hands, but the basis of your relationship would always be competition. It’s just that now the anger behind that competition was gone. All that was left was admiration. 

tsukishima kei and his poor, little, tell all, strawberry cheeks.

he will say it’s impossible to get him flustered, that he’ll never crack from the pressure of your teasing. but just one close whisper or kiss on the neck and those soft cheeks will look like a summer strawberry waiting to be picked. if you point it out, he will immediately bury his face into his sweatshirt. you’ll laugh and he’ll sigh. you will move towards him, pulling the fabric down to reveal his pinky face. tsukishima kei will roll his eyes, knowing exactly what you are going to say.

“pretty in pink.”

you’ll pinch his cheeks before placing a soft kiss onto his nose, which made him look more like a ripe raspberry than a strawberry. tsukishima kei gives you a playful shove, trying his best to hide his grin. you wrap your arms around his waist. he turns to face you, cupping your cheeks.

“you’re lucky i love you dummy.”

he pulls you in for a sweet kiss and soon enough your cheeks were are warm as his.

tsukishima kei and his poor, little, tell all, strawberry cheeks that never let him hide how much he loves you.

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