warnings: kinda smutty

characters: shoyo hinata, tobio kageyama, daichi sawamura, koshi sugawara, ryu tanaka, asahi azumane, kei tsukishima, yu nishinoya, tadashi yamaguchi   

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hinata

- hinata asks you to help him practice spiking since you’re actually pretty decent at setting, despite you not playing volleyball

- it’s not your favorite thing to do, but you help him because he’s your boyfriend and you love him

- but you figured if he was gonna force you to set for him for hours on end, you would at least have some fun with it 

- you purposely mess up a set so that it lands nicely right in between you and him

- you knew he’d try and pick it up, so you just had to be faster 

- before he could get the ball, you were already kneeling down so you could pick it up

- now your short boyfriend looks a bit taller, hovering over you in your spot on the floor

- he looks down at you as if he’s waiting for you to get up, but you don’t

- instead you move your head terribly close to his crotch and smile

- “i- y/n? you, you wanna do that here? in the gym? anyone can walk in.” he says nervously  

- you giggle at his adorableness 

- “no bub, i’m just picking up the ball.” you say

- he immediately goes red 

- “hey! you know what you were doing.” he pouts

- you just laugh and give him a kiss on the cheek before continuing to set to him

- and since you feel bad, you give him a little treat when you get home ;)

sugawara

- he’s typing away on his computer, writing an essay that’s due the next day

- the two of you are sitting at the kitchen table, him typing and you eating

- his brows are furrowed in concentration, he looks stressed

- and that sparks an idea in your head 

- somehow you manage to sneak your way under the table without him noticing

- he’s just THAT concentrated

- and you find yourself in between his legs

- he jumps at the sudden feeling of someone pressing themselves up against him

- he glances under the table at you and chuckles

- “y/n, why are you under the table? what are you- oh.” sudden realization hits your boyfriend last minute and he raises his eyebrows

- “are you trying to give me a blowjob? because i could use one right about now.” he sighs as he sits back, waiting for you to take over

- you felt bad deceiving him like this, knowing how much he would enjoy being relieved by you right now

- but you carry through with your plan

- you move your hands that were placed on his legs up and down his thighs lightly before bending down

- he closes his eyes, anticipating for you to unbutton his pants or something

- but instead you come back up with a pencil in hand

- “just getting this pencil that you dropped for you.” you smile as you hand him the pencil and sit back down in your chair

- he just looks you up and down in amusement and you laugh

- “hm, laugh all you want. it’s funny that you think you’re gonna get away with this.” he smirks 

- and suddenly you’re quiet

-knowing damn well that when suga is done with that essay, you’re done for

tanaka

- you and tanaka are friends special friends

- friends with benefits if you will

- you guys are always hanging out with each other, and every once in awhile, you get a little frisky

- so it’s not unusual for you to just get on your knees and suck tanaka off whenever you please

- he enjoys it

- you enjoy it

- it’s a win win

- but you’ve never not gone through with it, so you can’t wait to see his reaction when you trick him

- the two of you are in the car, going to get some food

- he’s driving and you’re sitting in the passenger seat, plotting your prank

- he’s in the middle of telling you a story that quite frankly has lost your interest, so you decide that now is the perfect time

- you begin putting your hair up in a messy bun, and he gives you a look

- he knows exactly what that bun is for

- “oh shit. road head?” he smirks and is clearly getting excited

- you say nothing, just lean over towards him and he moves his arm so you could have better access

- you fidget around with his pants, him not being able to look at you because his eyes are focused on the road, before finding what you were looking for

- “aha, got it.” you say as you pull his wallet out of his pocket

- “mind if i borrow a dollar?” 

- “are you serious?” he looks at you all frowned up, his tone half disappointed and half confused

- you start laughing at him and he just grunts

- “i really thought i was finally gonna get some road head.” he pouts

- “oh what a big baby, you’ll get over it” you tease

- “fine, no food for you.” he retaliates 

- “wait no, i take it back.”

- “then suck.” he orders, gesturing to his member and you happily oblige 

tadashi

- you know that tadashi has a crush on you

- like a huge crush

- but he doesn’t know that you know

- so you use this knowledge against him

- you tutor him every wednesday because he struggles a bit with chemistry

-ironically enough 

- and you can’t help but notice how flustered he gets around you 

- so you being the terrible person you are, plan to use this against him 

-and he just made it so easy for himself

- he accidently spilled some of the food he was eating in his lap but hasn’t noticed, so you began executing your plan

- “hey tadashi, stand up.” you say somewhat assertively

- “why?” he questions

- “just stand up”

- he submissively follows your instruction

- “i don’t understand what you want me to stand for. is the supposed to help-”

- he notices where your eyes are focused, right on his crotch and he immediately blushes 

- “oh, y/n…i’ve never done this before. you can do it, but i-i’m a little nervous.”

- your heart SINKS 

- he’s so precious

- and now you feel guilty, so you kind of go along with it rather than tricking him

- “well umm, you just made a mess on your lap. i wanted to know if you’d let me help get it off.” you say softly

- he looks down at himself then back to you and nods with a shy “yeah”

- you lightly brush the mess off his crotch with your hand, but even just that light touch makes him tense up

- after that you end up tutoring him in something neither of you expected you to

nishinoya

- nishinoya LOVES going down on you

- like that’s definitely up there on his top ten list of things he loves most in this world

- but even more than that

- he LOVES when you go down on him 

- shit absolutely destroys him and you love it because usually, he’s the one destroying you 

- so when you see a tiktok of this trend, you absolutely HAVE to try it

- you start as soon as you wake up

- positioning yourself as if you’re about to give him head, but just end up grabbing the remote on the dresser beside him instead 

- he rolls his eyes but says nothing in response, so you do it again later 

- you’re both in the pantry, looking for snacks

- you slowly go down on your knees and he prepares himself again

- but you just grab a bag of chips from the bottom shelf and stand up

- he huffs at you and rolls his eyes again, but still no response which makes you laugh but also makes you somewhat frustrated 

- you try for the third and final time but before you could even go through with it, he places his hand on your neck and pushes you up against the wall

- “you think i don’t know what you’re doing? your little tiktok prank? well it’s not gonna slide baby, you’re not gonna get away with teasing me like that.” he smirks 

- you gulp

-uh oh

- nishinoya usually isn’t very rough 

- but every once in awhile something sets him off, like you just did 

- and you just know you aren’t gonna be able to walk tomorrow 

-you were right 

A/N: I told myself I would post this once I reached 10 chapters. Apparently, I have no self control. No Haikyuu Characters yet, but this is just a prologue… 

TW: Mentions of the word sex/Angry sex, but nothing explicit. Also the MC is sad/lonely.

(Please do let me know if you want to be tagged in this series!)

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Prelude: Lights Out

It’s always the darkest nights that plague the thoughts of the unwilling. Fleeting impurities, flickering against unsuspecting souls and incinerating those who come too close. There are those who flee, out of fear; out of danger, but there are those who linger and remain, out of fear, out of curiosity and out of hope.

You are one of the few who remain. Not in the literal sense, but emotionally; it’s still the same. The decision’s admittedly painful, but as for regrets? You would have none.

You’re moving from Osaka to Miyagi—alone—at the age of 15.

Your parents don’t approve of your decision. Neither does your older sister, the family’s resident bijin, or your clingy younger brother. 

Butbecause volleyball is your life, you don’t spiritually leave. Your soul is tied—tangled—in red around the patterned ball and the sport’s all that you know. 

And for you, that second tangle of ball and string resides in Osaka. 

(Don’t worry about the first—You moved from Hyogo to Osaka at the age of eight. Your initial tangle resides there.)

Granted, the only person you regret leaving behind is your younger brother. Little Yuki-e doesn’t deserve his parent’s mistreatment. You feel very little for your elder sister, whose bijin-ness often led to her picking on you to make her appear more likeable.

(Pathetic, really.)

It took months of pleading. Months of pleading and pledges and near-perfect behaviour to convince your parents to allow you to move to Miyagi with your Aunt Rin, who regrettably lived alone following the death of her husband two years prior. Of all members of your admittedly small family, she was the kindest.

(You vaguely remember the times of your childhood when you got along with your sister. A time before your four-year-old brother was born. A time when your parents smiled and frequently visited Miyagi for weekend getaways, and you smile wistfully at the last framed photograph on the small, decorated table by the door.)

You leave all your countless awards and trophies in your room, now padlocked four times over to prevent your money-hungry sister from laying her grubby hands on them in exchange for more cosmetics and make your way down the hallway of your childhood home, memorising the creamy colour of white on the walls, the countless paintings and wall decorations that screamed wealth; and the dusty, elaborate Bohemian crystal chandeliers that hung over you. Your fingertips trace over the small coloured markings on the kitchen door frame, blinking quietly at the lowest, dated ‘5 years old’ in your messy handwriting. 

(110 CM.)

Your gaze slowly rises and lands on the highest mark on the doorframe—’10 years old’, it states, ’136.1 centimetres’. Your lips curl up quietly again. 

(You remember arguing with your father that the one millimetre was still a part of your height, and not to make you shorter than you already were. You remember your father laughing at you with his eyes crinkling, and his warm hand ruffling your head; your then-15-year-old sister huffing in defiance.)

And you reach into your coat pocket, feeling for the four-coloured pen you had stuffed in there and measure yourself once more. Turning, you write two final lines just beneath the one you draw.

15. Moving to Miyagi.

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Your parents don’t bid you goodbye as you leave. 

Your sister is once again out of the house, likely at the nail saloon or on a date with one of the numerous boys she’s picked up from who knows where. Your father’s in his study, and the scent of his expensive cigarettes wafts from the small gap of the open door as you pass by. You don’t recognise the brand, but you know it’s expensive all the same. And all you do is peer through the gap and stare, memorising his facial features with ease. Your father sits upon the kingly study chair, wine glass in one hand, and a nib-point in the other. His pile of paperwork sits on the mahogany desk before him, and you turn away.

(The reason why your family’s falling apart.)

Your mother is in the bathroom—you can hear the shower water running—and you sigh quietly. This was the third night in a row she was heading out. And she probably wouldn’t be back until at least 3AM. Like she did the previous three days. Like she did whenever she went out. You never bothered finding out where exactly she was headed on most nights, but you knew your sister knew.

Machiru. The pride of the family. Your mother’s confidant. 

Not that it mattered to you anyway.

The room you do enter is Yuki-e’s. Your younger brother. The product of your parent’s angry sex. The child they never wanted. It wasn’t as if you were appreciated either, but Yuki-e was far too young to need that experience. That sense of uselessness. That sense of being unwanted. 

Knocking quietly, you mutter out to Yuki’s nanny.  

“May I come in?”

The responding voice is sweet and gentle. Not quite like your own.

“Young master Yuki-e is sleeping, Lady (Y/N). If it doesn’t bother you that he is, you can come in.”

You open the door as quietly as you can. The nanny, Lana or Rana, is a half-Japanese, half-American woman of roughly eight years Machiru’s senior. And she smiles at you.

“You’re leaving tonight aren’t you, Lady (Y/N)?”

It’s a terrifyingly quiet statement and all you can do is nod mutely. Your eyes don’t leave Yuki’s bed however, and she places a gentle hand against your back to usher you closer. Your head turns and you meet her eyes in a silent thanks, reaching into your backpack for the Bulbasaur plush you know he’s always loved. It’s a gift for him. And the letter too, which you pass over to Lana with a murmur of, “No need to address me with the term ‘Lady’. I am, after all, as far as possible from being one.”

Lana says nothing as you lean over Yuki-e and press a soft kiss to his smooth cheek. And as predicted, the boy doesn’t awaken. Sitting up, you smooth the hair from his forehead.

“He’ll be sad when he discovers you’re gone, (Y/N)-san.”

You don’t say anything about the suffix added to your name. You know. You know better than anyone in the household that Yuki-e would be upset. You just hope that the sadness doesn’t become anger. But you can’t say that aloud. Instead, you say—

—“Look after him. I’m sorry I can’t take him with me.”

You don’t look back as you leave the room, volleyball spinning in your hands. 

(What you don’t hear are her last whispered words, “I hope your time there is better than your time here.”)

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The chauffeur at the gate greets you and you nod back, loading the few bags and the suitcase in the rear of the black Bentley.

Seiji is a man in his 60’s, a chauffeur, a grandfather and a soon-to-be retiree. This is the final time he’ll be serving the (L/N) household. Like you, he’s headed back to Miyagi to live out his retirement with his son, who’s name you’re not acquainted with. The Bentley is to be a gift for your aunt. Seiji’s gift is something far grander—His own property on the edge of the countryside town, close to one of his high school friends.

It still amazes you that he’s managed to keep in contact for that long. 

Your father’s a good person at heart and he cares for his employees. And Seiji’s a good man; kind and gentle and loving. Like Lana. So it’s only natural that he’s rewarded. But it leaves you slightly bitter, wishing that your father was just as kind to you and your younger brother as much as he cared for his employees and your elder sister.

(Silently, you wonder where your mother sits in this broken hierarchy. Regrettably, she seems much like a trophy wife now.)

You take the passenger seat at the front.

It’s a long drive to Miyagi from Osaka. More specifically, just beyond 10 hours of continuous driving. The trip with Seiji is silent, aside from the quiet, no-nonsense music in the background and the frequent beep-boopingof the game you’re playing. But it has always been like this between you and Seiji, and the ‘silence’ never bothered you. And for that you were thankful, because the noise from your family was enough.

(Arguments between your elder sister and your father. Between your mother and your father. Your father really was the centre of all things, wasn’t he?)

Seiji was—is—your personal driver. One you would no longer need once you arrived in Miyagi. But he understood that you were not simply tossing him aside. You needed a change of pace. A change of location where ‘no one’ would recognise you. But Seiji would forever be your grandfather figure. Because of all the thousands of people in the world, Seiji was the one person you trusted. Countless times he had driven you to places with no destination in silence while you cried. You trusted him with all your quiet places; you trusted him with your darkest secrets, and you trusted him with your silence.

You fall asleep as the car drives past the dusking sky, forehead leaning against the window.

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The Bentley pulls into Tokyo six hours later and Seiji wakes you, informing you that you would be spending the night in a hotel while he slept in the car. 

(It was something he insisted on. And there was no arguing against Seiji when he was like that.)

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The black, fabric face mask you wear is your new signature style. 

You refuse to allow your identity to be revealed, and you check into the hotel this way. The receptionist hardly spares you a glance as she directs you to your hotel room and passes you your key. Not that it mattered much to you—you would be out of there by 9AM anyway.

(It’s a mid-range hotel. There was never a need for anything higher quality when you were only to stay for the night. Was high quality even a factor for anything? You were grateful enough if there was running clean water, a clean bed, and a roof over your head. You didn’t need the grand splendour of the riches and wealth your family had.)

And at 9AM did you check out with nothing more than the shoulder bag you brought with you the previous night.

It takes another five hours to arrive in Miyagi (or rather, to reach the sign that calls you home—“Welcome to Miyagi!”), and another 10 minutes to reach your aunt’s home, close to the epicentre and shopping district of the country precinct. But the minute your aunt’s house comes into view is when you’re finally feeling the nervous fear that comes with moving alone to another place—even if that place is just a measly 10-and-a-half hours away from where you had come from.

(You try to ignore the fact that you had practically moved halfway across the country; to a place you hadn’t been to for over five years, but details.)

Your aunt greets you at the driveway, excited at the prospect of someone living with her.

“Welcome home, (Y/N)-chan!”, is her over-the-top greeting, warm smiles and a bouquet of flowers in her hand. You smile wobbly. Nervously. 

‘Welcome home’, she says, as if you’d been living with her your entire life. She hands you the bouquet of flowers, and your wobbly smile becomes less wobbly.

Aunt Rin ushers both you and Seiji inside, suggesting that the older man take a break while she directs you to your room. Your aunt owns a modest two-storey home, with a balcony hanging off the side of the two upper bedrooms—one of which now belongs to you. It’s cleaned up nicely, obviously a job of a few days’ worth and you feel the appreciation slowly creeping in.

Between you and Aunt Rin, your five bags are brought upstairs with ease and she leaves you to unpack and rearrange, calling—asking—Seiji if he wished for a cup of tea.

(He agrees, of course. Anyone can get Seiji with a cup of tea. The man himself once called himself a ‘tea connoisseur’, much to your amusement.)

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Aunt Rin knows of the reason for your move to Miyagi. She understands the pain of being in the spotlight. Like you, she shows no appreciation for the media and the hype up of an individual. And she knows better than anyone of the pain of being in the spotlight. 

After all, she’s a retired model for several famous companies. 

You’ve seen her work—Aunt Rin has always had this kind of ethereal beauty, one that doesn’t particularly stand out but somehow manages to steal the spotlight anyhow. And she had once described your fashion of beauty in the same way. 

Once, when you saw her two years ago following your uncle’s death.

(To quote her indirectly, she had mentioned to one of her model friends that your beauty was very similar to her own, quiet and calm, whilst Machiru had the beauty of your mother—loud and exuberant. You’re not offended—you’d rather be like Aunt Rin than your mother anyway.)

And so when she returns to your new room moments later and hands you a new sim card for your phone, you accept immediately. And she gathers you into a hug and you melt into her arms. 

“Thank you,” you mutter quietly, tearing up at the warmth.

“You’re welcome,” she responds before pulling away several moments later, and holds you by your shoulders, “I’m gonna look after you from here on out, so look after me too, okay?”

Sniffing, you nod and wipe the tears from your eyes. And she smiles gently. 

You’re far too young to have all this pressure placed on you.

Despite barely knowing you, Aunt Rin knows you better than your closest family members do. Perhaps it’s because she sees herself in you. Perhaps it’s because she knows that the older members of your closest family don’t treat you the way you deserve. And yet she knows you’re wildly different from her. You’re emotionally stronger than her, after all. And she admires that part of you—even if you don’t notice it.

“I’m going to take Seiji to his new home now, okay? Feel free to set up your room and wander around the town when you’re done. Don’t worry about getting lost—I know my way around this area, so don’t hesitate to call me if you get lost, alright?”

You nod, and she leaves once again, passing you a key to the house when she does so. 

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Aunt Rin’s house is eerily silent without her prescence. 

You honestly don’t have many items aside from the handful of clothes you had brought to Miyagi. After all, a new start was a new start, right? Because aside from your volleyball and the colour of your bedsheets—a patterned cat quilt cover, red in colour—your room was rather bare.

Nevertheless, you exit your room to wander the house several times over, memorising the layout in a couple of rounds. 

And then you stare at the house door. Nervously.

Leaving the house meant communicating with others, and you quietly sigh, slipping your sneakers on and your mask to your face. Returning to your room, you spy the house key upon your table and sigh. 

You’d have to buy a keychain if you wanted to ensure that it’d always be with you.

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And the light you had once shone so brightly in Osaka flickers and fades to darkness. 

Tadashi Yamaguchi - Idol

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A Tadashi Yamaguchi story from the HQ+Kareshi Idol series

Read below!

The last panel is a short Q&A from the artist!

I believe the text in the picture of the A/N says something like “A serious game of tag. A man who can be a beacon.” (maybe relating to how he’s in a horror movie…?)
how many times have i said i love yamaguchi
answer: NOT ENOUGH
HES SO PRECIOUS AND ADORABLE AND CUTE AND I JUST - BARKBARKBARKAFJOEFJS
i noticed how he has bracelets in both the onsen and idol chapters,,,hmmm,,,
me: i got you a bracelet in return! *handcuffs him to me*
JK JK AIJSLKFJ:SLDKFJ

Thank you for reading!

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Tadashi Yamaguchi - Onsen

DISCLAIMER: I am not fluent in Japanese and the translations are not 100% accurate, so there may be lots of inaccuracies. Please let me know if there’s any mistakes I made in the translation!

Please do not repost my translations anywhere else!

A Tadashi Yamaguchi story from the HQ+Kareshi Onsen series

Read below!

The last panel is a short Q&A from the artist!

small text: i’m not sure what he exactly said but he says something among the lines of “___ said so!” i think,,,eeee

AAAAAA *more screaming* AAA
welcome to my ted talk where i will discuss why i love yamaguchi-
and uh,,,i know what it looks like in the 4th page but im certain it’s his stomach or sm
i love everything about this man

i liiiiiveeeee!!!!
i wanted to do this chapter for a while but my computer broke ;; i had him for so long and now he’s dead RIP
️fly high, borle️
2016 - 2021
yes i named him after christian borle
i got a new one, dw!! his name is keanu (after keanu reeves lol)

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Yams Birthday Drabble x F! Reader

WC: 382

TW: mommy kink, subby Yams/dom F!reader, timeskip Yams

A/N: Happy birthday Yams. I love youuu. Dedicated to @hiskittyyywrites who gave me the idea May expand later

All characters 18+

“Baby, I’m home.”

Tadashi closed the door quietly behind him. His coworkers had taken him for a couple of drinks and he figured you were probably asleep by now, since it was nearing midnight. The house was dark and he yawned, placing his things on the side table before making his way to your shared bedroom.

“Welcome home baby.”

Tadashi’s eyes widened. Lacy black lingerie hugged your skin, leaving little to the imagination. Your breasts were pressed together, giving him the urge to bury himself in your cleavage. He was practically drooling over you and it took him a moment to remember to speak.

“Wow. You look…incredible.”

You smirked, glossy lips shining in the dim room.

“Well, I figured I’d give the birthday boy his gift and since it’s just about midnight…happy birthday darling.”

His fingers reached for you, desperate to feel your skin and tug off the lacy barriers between him and you. 

“This…this is all for me?”

“You’ve been such a good boy, haven’t you? You deserve it baby.”

Your voice had a tinge of authority and Tadashi could feel himself dropping into subspace, his brain fuzzy at your words. Those words made him eager to please you, be your good boy.

Leading him by the tie, you gently pushed him onto the bed. Straddling his waist, your fingers ran through his olive hair, lightly tugging so he was looking up at you. 

“Such a pretty boy.” Your nails grazed his scalp and he whimpered as you rocked your hips. His slacks strained with his growing arousal and made it a point to grind yourself directly over it. 

“Let me make you feel so good, baby boy. Let me spoil you. Let me ruin you.”

His pupils were blown with arousal and he shifted, attempting to grind against your clothed cunt more. Letting out a laugh, you tugged his head back, a little more firmly.

“Be a good boy for me baby, and I’ll make sure you get your present.”

Another whimper escaped his lips and your eyes fluttered at the absolutely sinful sounds he made. He mumbled something quietly into your cleavage, his face reddening and you ran a finger down his chin, tilting him back up to face you.

“What was that, baby boy?”

“Yes Mommy.”

ᴋᴀʀᴀꜱᴜɴᴏ

[ — ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ] [ — ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ]

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۫۫ ▹ ʜɪɴᴀᴛᴀ ꜱʜᴏʏᴏ ◃ ۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ

— headcanons:

nothing yet…

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۫۫ ▹ ᴋᴀɢᴇʏᴀᴍᴀ ᴛᴏʙɪᴏ ◃ ۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ

— headcanons:

nothing yet…

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۫۫ ▹ ᴛꜱᴜᴋɪꜱʜɪᴍᴀ ᴋᴇɪ ◃ ۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ

— headcanons:

nothing yet…

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۫۫ ▹ ɴɪꜱʜɪɴᴏʏᴀ ʏᴜ ◃ ۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ

— headcanons:

nothing yet…

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۫۫ ▹ ꜱᴜɢᴀᴡᴀʀᴀ ᴋᴏꜱʜɪ ◃ ۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ

— headcanons:

nothing yet…

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۫۫ ▹ ᴅᴀɪᴄʜɪ ꜱᴀᴡᴀᴍᴜʀᴀ ◃ ۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ

— headcanons:

nothing yet…

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۫۫ ▹ ᴀꜱᴀʜɪ ᴀᴢᴜᴍᴀɴᴇ ◃ ۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ

— headcanons:

nothing yet…

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۫۫ ▹ ᴛᴀᴅᴀꜱʜɪ ʏᴀᴍᴀɢᴜᴄʜɪ ◃ ۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ

— headcanons:

nothing yet…

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۫۫ ▹ ʀʏᴜɴᴏꜱᴜᴋᴇ ᴛᴀɴᴀᴋᴀ ◃ ۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ

— headcanons:

nothing yet…

request : hi could i request an imagine of yamaguchi’s crush or s/o telling him that freckles signify where your loved one used to kiss you the most in a past life? and maybe she kisses his? thank youuu <3

warnings : i fall in love with yamaguchi tadashi

a/n : im such a tsukki simp that sometimes im blinded from how lovely and perfect yamaguchi is

“Y/n, can I ask you something?” You look up from your book, watching as Tadashi exams himself in the mirror hanging on the back of your bedroom door. You’d run into each other outside of Shimada Mart not too long ago, Tadashi appearing exhausted as he’d just finished his personal practice. Shimada Mart had actually been the place of your original meeting, almost two years ago now. You’re not sure who on the Karasuno VBC team is aware of his ongoing commitment, but you’d always been grateful that you could count on him to be there whenever you happened to want a snack – there’s something to be said about the fact that you only get hungry when he’s conveniently going to be there, but you’re not willing to get into it now. Now, you’re just happy to spend time with him, his time very limited after being named captain. 

You don’t even notice that he’s looking at you now in the mirror, head tilted cutely as he waits for you to answer his question. Blinking rapidly, you send him a grin.

“What? Yeah, of course, what is it?” He smiles, the smallest of laughs escaping him.

“What was that, huh? You just disappeared on me for a second.” Feeling yourself flush, you just shrug it off, sitting up and slotting your bookmark into the pages of your novel as you give him your full attention.

“I was just thinking about something, but it’s not important.” It is important, actually – everything to do with Yamaguchi Tadashi tends to be, as your constantly drifting train of thought seems to suggest. “What was your question?” He looks incredibly serious as he straightens up and points at his reflection, eyes still on you.

“Do I have too many freckles?” You bark out a laugh, unable to contain yourself. Holding your hands out to him in apology when he frowns at you, you scoot to the edge of the bed and smile at him. 

“Sorry, I’m sorry. I just never thought you’d be self-conscious about that. Freckles are just so cool! Like little strawberry seeds.” He points in disbelief at you as you say that.

“That’s what Tsukki said! He said I look like a strawberry, especially when I blush! That’s so mean!” Pouting, he moves away from the mirror to join you on the bed. He sits strangely close, almost as if he doesn’t think anything of it, and it pains you to think that he might not think anything of you in the same way you think of him. Pushing a smile back onto your face, you rub circles into his shoulder kindly as he leans his elbows on his knees and sighs. 

“Tadashi, saying you look like a strawberry is not mean. It’s a total compliment – it’s super endearing that you have all those little marks! And freckles are special, you know?” When he sits up to look at you curiously, he seems to realize just how close he really is, his shoulder brushing against yours. He makes no move to put distance between the two of you, but the tips of his ears warm considerably when he notes that he actually has to kind of cross his eyes to see you properly.

“W-why… why are they special?” It comes out almost like a whisper, like he’s too afraid to speak at full volume and risk scaring you off. You hum quietly, staring down into your lap and picking at the hem of your shirt while you think about whether you really want to say something so bold. But it’s been two years of this – two years of pining after Yamaguchi Tadashi, of staring at those damn freckles, so you figure it’s now or never. Besides, if you end up completely embarrassing yourself, you can look forward to graduation even more. 

“My grandma – she used to say that freckles show themselves in the places that your loved one in your past life would kiss you the most. So… I’ve always found it really nice that you have such a concentrated smattering of freckles, all across your cheeks and nose like that.” There’s silence, and when you look up all you can think is that the contemplative look on Tadashi’s face must be one of discomfort – but he seems only to be thinking about your words, because not a few moments later, he’s chuckling with a shake of his head. 

“I feel like that’s such a strange place for anyone to want to kiss – it’s weird, right? Like, at that point, just kiss my cheek.” His laugh makes it clear he’s embarrassed at the idea, but you just tilt your head to look at him better.

“I don’t think it’s weird at all – see?” You only do it to prove that it’s a perfectly fine place to be kissed, but you really could have thought it through a little better before deciding to just demonstrate. 

Leaning in slowly, the only thing on your mind is that his eyelashes are soft on your face as he closes his eyes. You brush your lips gently over his cheeks, paying attention to trail down the bridge of his nose as you cross over from one cheek to the other. When you pull back, you note that his face is flushing in all the places that had been touched by your lips and that he does, indeed, look just like a strawberry.

The silence that follows is deafening, Tadashi’s eyes still closed as he blushes deeply, the feeling of your lips lingering on his skin. When he finally opens his eyes to look at you, he finds that you’re looking at everything that isn’t him. He inches his fingers over to where yours rest on the sheets and wraps his pinky around yours, drawing your attention. His face is practically glowing, but he’s desperate to say something that’ll tell you what he’s feeling.

“I’m glad the love of my past life kissed me on my face so much – I like the feeling more than I thought I would.”

Change of Plans | Tadashi Yamaguchi x Reader

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Summary: You were supposed to be the bridesmaid but you ended up being the bride.

Warning: You will feel sad for Tsuki

You knocked on the door of the room where the groom was. You didn’t have to wait long for the door to be opened for you.

“I knew you couldn’t bear to be with them” teased Akiteru letting you pass.

“Hey, was it that bad?” Tadashi asked, surprised when you took his glass of sake from him and drank all the liquid in one gulp.

It was normal for the guys to think that you were exhausted from being with the bride and the other ladies considering that you weren’t friends with the bride and that she only chose you because you are Kei’s best friend.

I wish you had come just to escape the unbearable ladies. But not. You were here to tell your best friend that his girlfriend, or now his ex-girlfriend, had run away. You still couldn’t believe it.

Still not responding, you grabbed another glass and poured sake before handing it to Kei.

“Take it, you’re going to need it,” you said gaining a confused look from the boys, except for Akiteru and Kei, who already had an idea of ​​what was going on “She ran away,” you said directly knowing that it was the best for Kei, she hated that spin around.

“Oh shit,” Kageyama said earning a punch from you.

“Sorry Kei” you grimaced “If it’s any use to you, we all know you deserve someone much better”

Hinata nodded several times “Right. She wasn’t that special.”

“Y / n, Shoyo! They are not helping” your boyfriend scolded them.

“Sorry, I’m nervous, I don’t know what to say,” Hinata said with several bows.

“Hey, I can go talk to the guests if you want. You don’t need to go out” said Tadashi, the best man, quickly once he got out of his daze.

“Hey Kei, are you okay?” Aketaru asked patting her back.

“So much money wasted for nothing,” said the blonde.

Shit, you weren’t expecting Tsukki to cry because well, it’s Tsukki but you weren’t expecting that answer either. You expected to hear him angry but he didn’t seem surprised or frustrated by the news.

Maybe he is just blocking her emotions and later he will vent to you when you are alone or when he finishes assimilating the situation you thought.

“At least we can keep using the catering,” Kageyama said and you rolled your eyes.

“You are lousy at comforting people, Kageyama” Hinata muttered.

“At least I tried”

“Guys, don’t fight, Tsukishima needs us now,” Yamaguchi reminded them.

“Why don’t you guys get married?” Kei said making you and Tadashi blush.

“What?” they both asked.

“I spent a lot of money organizing the wedding, at least it will be worth it if you guys get married” Tsukki explained.

“But”

“Well, I don’t think it’s a bad idea” Aketaru opined.

“This is too hasty,” Yamaguchi said.

“You two have been together for years, it’s not like you just started dating” Kei reminded them.

And he was right since high school that they are together. The three of them had known each other since they were children and it was always evident that Yamaguchi felt something for you, but he did not dare to confess even though Kei told him that his feelings were reciprocated and that for that reason you rejected the confessions of love the other guys made to you. Tadashi didn’t believe him until after winning the match against Shiratorizawa you kissed him.

“But Tadashi already saw me with the dress, if we get married we will have bad luck”

“Then we’ll get another one!” Shoyo stated with a smile.

“Wait,” said your boyfriend holding your hands “Are we really going to get married now?”

“Yes … unless you don’t want to. I don’t want to force you to do anything” you clarified instantly “I love you, with or without a ring, so I have no problem waiting for you” you smiled.

“Well, let’s do it” accepted Tadashi kissing you making the rest celebrate “Although yes my wedding vows are disgusting you can’t leave me” he added making everyone laugh.

“I will never leave you”

“Good enough. We have to take the bride” Hinata said carrying you along with Kageyama.

“Wait, who’s going to take me down the aisle?” you said before they took you out of the room.

Bonus

“Where are the ladies?” Kiyoko asked surprised to see Hinata, Kageyama, and Yachi enter first.

“Hey, Tanaka, wasn’t this supposed to be Tsukishima’s wedding?” Nishinoya whispered seeing you come in later with Suga? What the hell is going on?

“Is Tsukishima going to marry her?” Tanaka said just as confused.

The blond was still at the altar, along with Yamaguchi.

“And Yamaguchi is going to leave him?”

“Or are the three of them getting married?”

“Stop talking” Daichi ordered hitting them on the head.

“Ah, Y / n and Yamaguchi are getting married,” Nishinoya said when she saw Yamaguchi step forward “Maybe we misread the invitation,” she said to Asahi.

“Nishinoya, stop talking!” you said from the altar making the rest laugh while the man blushed.

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ONE » YACHI’S ROOMMATE IS A CREEPY FANGIRL

A SERIES OF MISCOMMUNICATIONS

when it becomes evident to yamaguchi tadashi and bituin mayari that they both have feelings for each other’s best friends, the two become an unsuspected duo in hopes of helping the other with yachi hitoka and tsukishima kei. the only issue is: now they find themselves dealing with dating rumors, false assumptions, mixed feelings, and blurred lines turn a team up into a series of miscommunications.

parings:yamayachi x oc, tsukishima x oc, yamaguchi x yachi (my yamayachi heart ackkk), yachi x another oc

genre: COLLEGE YEARS; friends to lovers; mutual pining; unrequited; secret feelings; strangers to lovers; angst; fluff

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“Hello, Bituin-san.”

Mayari frowned at the name as she held the door open. Tsukishima Kei walked inside of her shared apartment with Yachi Hitoka with his green-haired best friend in tow. They both held bags of snacks as they entered the apartment.

“Mayari-chan,” Yamaguchi greeted her as he passed.

“I told you to start using my first name, Tsukishima-kun,” Mayari grumbled, shutting the door and locking it.

How hypocritical I must seem, she thought to herself. I can’t even bring myself to use his first name either.

Chatter could be heard from Yachi and Mayari’s living room. The timer in the kitchen beeped, pulling Mayari out of her momentary sulk fest. The small patter of her feet could be heard no matter how softly she tried to move—being that the two girls were on the fourth floor of their apartment complex and it was way past the designated “quiet time” of the building.

Monday nights were movie nights. Which, in all honesty, could sound weird considering Monday’s are the beginning of the school week, but with their schedules, it was one of the only days of the week when everyone was free to get together.

Mayari’s presence in Yachi’s life began their first year in college, where they were both set up to be roommates in their dorm. Once their second year began, they had become such quick friends that they decided to rent an apartment together.

Through Yachi, she had met Yachi;s two guy friends from high school—Tsukishima and Yamaguchi. Their group got bigger once Mayari and Yachi moved into their apartment, adding the two girls in the apartment right next to them to it: Lorelai and Rei. Tsukishima and Yamaguchi also had an apartment at the complex, but they were on the first floor.

Their apartment complex mostly housed students going to their university because of its close proximity to the campus.

And thus, the Monday Movie Night Crew was formed—but don’t tell anyone that Mayari unofficially dubbed them that.

“Need help?”

Lorelai and Rei appeared behind Mayari as she turned the buzzing of the timer off before shutting off the fire on the stove.

Like Mayari herself, Lorelai was not full Japanese. Both girls happened to be half Filipino, a bonding point for them in the early days of their friendship. While Lorelai had a fair complexion, Mayari had been told on many occasions she looked like a copy of her Japanese mother with her Filipino father’s darker complexion.

Rei, on the other hand, had been someone Mayari had heard Yachi say “looked like Kiyoko-san” a few times. She had met Kiyoko before, and it wasn’t like Yachi was wrong,but there were some differences.Rei had long black hair like Kiyoko, but she had curtain bangs that framed her face and square thin-rimmed glasses.

“Sure,” Mayari smiled at the two of them, and they ventured further into the kitchen with her.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Halfway through the movie, Yamaguchi’s eyes widened and he sat up straight in a manner of urgency.

“What’s wrong, Tadashi?” Tsukishima side glanced at his best friend, who was sitting down next to Yachi on the floor next to the coffee table.

On the couch, Tsukishima and Mayari sat on opposite ends of each other with a gap in between them, and Rei and Lorelai also sat on the floor on the other end of the coffee table.

“I forgot I had an assignment I need to turn in online before midnight,” Yamaguchi said in a worried tone.

“My laptop is in my room if you wanna go turn it in real quick,” Mayari suggested, using her thumb to point behind her.

Yamaguchi thankfully accepted, and they paused the movie as he retreated into her bedroom.

A few minutes had passed since Yamaguchi had left when Mayari bolted upright.

Everyone’s attentions moved to her, and with a flustered voice and rushed voice, she said, “Excuse me. I, uh, forgot I have a password lock on my laptop.”

She did not have a password lock on her laptop.

She hurried into her room, a rosy tint on her face as she looked at Yamaguchi. Did he see? She was certain she left the tab open before she had closed her laptop—the tab to her blog.

He had the same flustered look on his face as he typed away.

“O-oh, hey,” he said when she closed the door.

“Did you see it?”

She was staring at him with such intense eyes, it was hard to look away even if he wanted to.

“S-see what?”

“Yamaguchi-kun…” her voice was stern, indicating she wasn’t going to put up with any lies.

“I did,” he sighed.

She slumped down onto the floor by her bed, head turned downwards in embarrassment.

“I won’t tell him, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he attempted to reassure her, moving the laptop off of his lap and sitting down next to her.

“Why wouldn’t you?” she asked. “Why wouldn’t you tell him that Yachi’s roommate is a creepy fangirl?”

“So, you write a tumblr blog about how you feel, so what?” Yamaguchi asked back, tilting his head up to the ceiling. “I don’t think it’s creepy to use writing to cope with your feelings. Plus, it’s not like you call Tsukki out by name.”

“How would you know that? How many posts did you read?!” she whisper-yelled at him, her face heating up even more.

“Am I wrong though?”

She didn’t say anything back, just hugged her knees up to her chest.

“I guess I am a little surprised,” Yamaguchi added when Mayari didn’t speak. “It’s shocking that you’ve been into Tsukki for this long without saying anything.”

“Says the boy who’s been secretly into Yachi since forever,” she teased him right back.

He quickly turned his head to face her, a stunned expression on his face.

“You noticed?”

“I’m shocked to be the only one who’s noticed.”

Yamaguchi pulled his own knees to his chest, the two of them sitting against her bed frame in silence.

A moment passed before Mayari said, “Look at the two of us, secretly having crushes on each other’s best friends. For what it’s worth, I’d trust you with Yachi.”

Yamaguchi chuckled softly, glancing over at her to see that the brown-eyed girl was already smiling at him.

“I’d be ecstatic if a girl like you ended up melting Tsukki’s heart.”

“A girl like me?” she scoffed, pretending to be offended. “You wound me, Yamaguchi.”

He nudged her as if to tell her to stop teasing him, and said, “Seriously though. He’d be lucky to be able to date you.”

“Well, looks like we have each other in our corners now,” Mayari announced, and she stood up. She held a hand out for him to help him to his feet, and said, “What do you say, we wingman this for each other?”

Yamaguchi smirked, grabbing her hand and letting the short girl pull him off of her bedroom floor.

“Yeah, Mayari-chan. Let’s help each other get them.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

a/n: for organizational purposes and to prevent any confusion with name switches, everyone except for mayari, lorelai, and rei will be addressed within the narrations by their first name!

also, some filipino fun facts that i wanted to throw in: mayari is the name of the moon goddess is our mythology, and her last name means star. thought it was cute to add in since tsukishima means moon/moon island.

also, idk how college/university works in japan so i kind of modeled it around how it is in California/how my college works.

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