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4 years ago

kageyama x reader - “birthday gifts and wishes”

genre: fluff

word count: 644

warnings: none

notes: part three of the five-part christmas special and bday gift to one talented setter boi 

theme: postcard

Kageyama X Reader -birthday Gifts And Wishes

kageyama woke up with a slight skip in his steps.

it was december twenty-second, his birthday. that alone was not enough to bring the buzzing excitement in his veins. however, there was something that awaited him and that made him flutter in raw anticipation. heck, he was probably more excited for this than the actual christmas day. he hadn't been able to keep still since yesterday, even hinata called out the strange light in his eyes that seemed to mirror the ocean waves in a jolly, summer morning. 

kageyama tried to hide the giddy giggles that somehow managed to rise up his chest. hands trembling ever so slightly, he reached out to the mailbox, shoving away the bills to pick up the distinct, familiar red envelope that rests at the bottom of the pile. forget breakfast, he thought as he walked past the small cozy kitchen of his home. this was just a bit more important. he lightly shook his head at the out-of-character notions he has been making since his day started but who can blame him?

carefully, he tore the envelope open and with all grace, lifted the stationery inside. lo and behold, his annual birthday postcard from you. the front of the card showed an almost meme-like illustration of a mischievous santa claus with messy cursive writings at the bottom that read: 'don't tell jesus but santa also likes to celebrate your birthday.' kageyama smiled at the thought of you and your cheesy laugh as you tried to find the perfect card for him. only you would give him something like this.

his eyes scanned the contents of your letter. each word well-read and taken into heart. you talked about your roommates' plans, your mother's special dish that made you a few grams heavier, and above all, how much you wanted to be by his side. he sighed as he pulled the card close to his chest as his body falls back into his bed. he wanted that too.

having a long-distance relationship was hard and more often than not, it hurt. kageyama wanted to feel your skin touching as you walked side by side, pinkies linked. he wanted to see you belt out your favorite song just a key too low as you swing your hips to the beat, without a care in the world. he wanted to breathe in your scent, shampoo long faded into a lingering soft scent. he wanted you but he knew he couldn't.

kageyama closed his eyes, hiding away the oceans deep worth of longing they held. regret sunk his heart, mellowing down the excitement he initially felt earlier. he wished he held you more. he wished he didn't ignore you when you wanted to cuddle. he wished he said 'i love you' more. he wished he gave you more gifts. he wished he swallowed his pride and embarrassment while you were still in arms reach. he wished you were here.

the sudden sound of knocking made him stand up from his position in the bed. he half-expected it to be the boys from the volleyball club but he was unsure if they would actually come to his home given his reputation as the 'resident grump' alongside tsukishima. he muttered a small 'wait a minute' before he opened the door. halting in his steps, mouth wide open and breath stuck in his throat, he stared.

they say that once in a while, you do actually get what you wish for.

you were as bright as ever, as you stood there in front of him in flesh— as if you never left, "hi there!"

"hah," for the first time in a while, kageyama smiled. a wide, childish, genuine one. eyes crinkled shut with just the hint of them misting over, "hello."

kageyama slept that night with his heart full of gratitude and his arms, of you.


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4 years ago

oikawa x reader - “off days”

genre: fluff, comfort

word count: 479

warnings: none

notes: part four of my five part christmas special 

theme: christmas carols

Oikawa X Reader -off Days

it was the worst time to feel sick. christmas was literally two days away and here you were, sulking in your bed and your boyfriend wasn't making you feel any better. oikawa was sitting a foot away from you, bearing an extremely arrogant, at least in your view, glint in his eyes.

"if you say 'i told you so', i would be legally compelled to plummet you to the ground."

oikawa chuckled, inching just a bit closer to you, "can you, really? you can barely sit without shaking."

"i swear to god, your head would be on my plate after i get over this flu."

"that's fine. that leaves me a day or two to enjoy life and you know, christmas."

you pouted, weakly throwing the pillow by your side, "you meanie. this is why iwa-chan hates you."

"excuse me," oikawa exaggeratedly placed a hand on his chest all the while, adjusting the pillow you just threw so you were leaning on it, "he does not!"

"yeah sure, and the earth is flat. just like you."

"you're crossing the line, y/n."

you poked your tongue out in retaliation, comeback dying on your throat as you fell into a seemingly endless coughing fit. at this, oikawa softened up, his deameanor turning an one-eighty as he worriedly patted your back in an attempt to provide some comfort.

"don't go playing around the snow next time, you hear me?"

"it's not my fault your baby cousin is so irresistable."

oikawa chuckled, he understood your sentiment, "whatever the case is, it's now time for you to rest up and get your health back up. you have a day to feel better."

"don't go around setting deadlines on me."

"well," oikawa pushed you gently to the side so he can lay beside you. of course, you complained but as always, it fell on deaf ears, "i'd hate to spend christmas with you all sick."

"geez, what a burden, am i right?"

"hmm... i admit that i'd rather not clean up your snot but it's also because i don't like seeing you like this."

it was at this that you softened up. while you weren't exactly at fault, you felt kind of guilty that oikawa needed to see you in your most vulnerable point and essentially drain the happiness of the day away.

"i'll be in tip-top shape soon."

"you better."

silence passed between you two and it enveloped you in a warm and peaceful manner. out of nowhere, oikawa began humming. you recognize the tune as 'auld lang syne'. despite the roughness of your voice, you mumbled the lyrics which seemed to please oikawa as he tightened his grip on you.

oikawa can picture a hundred and one better ways to spend the day but feeling you nuzzle closer against him, this time singing 'last christmas', made him think that maybe this isn't so horrible afterall.


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4 years ago

oikawa x reader - “remnants of christmas”

genre: smut

warnings: 18+ ; holiday kinky spirit ; bdsm ; bondage ; overstimulation ; collar ; praise ; oral (fem receiving)

word count: 483

18+ content under the cut.

Oikawa X Reader -remnants Of Christmas

as the holiday spirit dwindles, so did the need for decorations. it was supposed to be a weekend dedicated to putting down the christmas tree and the lanterns while getting through the leftover gingerbread snacks and hot chocolate. it was supposed to be a soft afternoon spent dancing through the last songs in your christmas playlist. it was supposed to be a wholesome day spent with oikawa who was currently on his last day of christmas break so why were you in this predicament?

oikawa chuckled darkly, the vibrations tingling against your skin as he pressed light kisses over your neck, "you look so beautiful like this, princess."

and it was the truth. oikawa did find you beautiful as you knelt against the cold, tiled floor. arms and legs bound tight by a string of christmas lights that flickered warmly against you. it illuminated your skin beautifully, highlighting your visage in a way that made you look ethereal— like an angel that just so happens to be desperate for his cock.

"please, tooru," you whimpered, absolutely crushed from the ridiculous amount of teasing he has been doing, "no more..."

"is my princess getting needy?" you shamelessly nodded, cunt clenching as you felt his hand reach over your neck, fingers ghosting ever so slightly against the gold bead garland that adorned your neck in a makeshift collar before he pulled.

"we can't have that, can we? it's the season to be giving, after all."

you hated this. you hated how you were completely under his mercy and how you could feel his smirk as he taunted you. it made you feel so weak and so small but as he flipped you over, ass high up in the air and your pussy being on the receiving end of his tongue's abuse, you thought that it might not be so bad after all.

his ministrations never ceased, his tongue licking long strips against your womanhood before it prodded and teasingly caressed your walls. a rough hand reached over to rub small circles against your swollen clit. it’s shameful how loud you were being but oikawa enjoyed every little noise you made. it was heavenly.

oikawa thought that this was a nice late gift. your taste was divine and he felt as if he could eat you out without rest. your broken words made his cock throb and it didn't help that he could feel you clenching, every little flutter with body barely upright as you trembled from overstimulation against his lips. he couldn't help but chuckle again as he lands a harsh slap against your ass. you were his perfect little princess.

you weren't the only one getting needy as oikawa slammed himself into you in one fluid but powerful motion that caused the santa hat that was way too big on you to drop down and hide your heavily dilated eyes that fluttered into a close from the cosmic orgasm that came unexpectedly from his entrance.


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4 years ago

tsukishima x reader - “just one day”

genre: angst

word count: 1982

warnings: ending that is kind of open for interpretation ; some implications

Tsukishima X Reader -just One Day

under the cover of the moonlight that bears his name, tsukishima kei denies the sordid idea of love. the silence of the dimly lit park accepted his claim without much of an argument. it was unlike him to stay up this late for such a trifling matter but the vivid memory of yamaguchi's bright smile as he held his lover's hand was quite frankly, disgusting. he finds the thought of relying on someone to bring you joy and a sense of validation stupid. whoever thought that a bunch of neurochemicals rushing through your bloodstream was a beautiful fantasy was a deranged idiot. whoever dumb enough to allow someone inside their most vulnerable walls— dumb enough to trust blindly— deserves every ounce of the inevitable heartache that comes after the wonder of a new experience wears off.

in between his heavy sighs and muffled mumbles courtesy of his half thrown knitted scarf, he paused his steps. he eyed the sight before him oddly. a student right about his age, wearing clothes far too thin for the cool evening breeze, was curled up by the curb of the road. here was another idiot, he mused as he turned up the music blasting through his headphones, just about ready to move past the stranger's form and go back to his rightful place in his bedroom. just about if not for his eyes catching sight of a mewling cat and her baby kittens being sheltered by a worn-out brown coat.

"how long do you intend to stand there?"

he didn't know why but there was a sense of fragility, a tantalizing pull in the smooth way the words traveled to him, despite being barely recognizable in contrast to his music, that coaxed him to pull down his headphones and approach your slouched form.

"you look like a creep, sitting there in the dead of the night."

"probably but you aren't in any place to say that to me."

tsukishima bit back the insult that threatened to come out of his mouth as soon as he felt the lingering taste of it on his mouth. not because he didn't want to offend you, gods no, it's because to battle an inarguable fact with a sloppy insult was synonymous with admitting defeat which was preposterous enough on its own. you weren't even doing anything and yet you were shaking the foundations of his being, getting under his skin and challenging him into some one-sided competition that backed him up against a wall.

"if you were to be born as something else in your next life, what would it be?"

what kind of question was that? tsukishima never thought about the future, much less the baseless belief that something comes after death. he was not religious, often choosing to side with science and things within the reach of reasonable facts.

"i'd be who i am, i guess."

"what a boring answer."

tsukishima scoffed, "and you're any better? pray tell, what might be so interesting that you would want to waste your time thinking about it."

"well... i would like to be a daylily."

he likes to believe that he could read people well. he knew which buttons to press so kageyama would get flustered and start to curse him out. he knew which side of the court he needed to move to with each incoming spike from the opposing team. he knew what words to say that would boost the team's morale in his usual tone without sounding like a bumbling stuck-up. yet as he watched your mysterious smile, he realized you were too much of an enigma to be read.

"it would be nice to be seen as an object of affection- a fragment of love. a declaration of beautiful devotion."

"how poetic. a love that would die within a day."

"how about... a love to die for?" tsukishima rose an unamused brow, "okay... not that convincing but nothing ever lasts in this world. even if love were to end, if it can remain beautiful and fruitful— if it can give you happiness even if it's just for a short time... why deny yourself that?"

"love is overrated. it's people like you who believe those cliches in the movies that make it seem so great when it's just a burden."

"on the contrary, i believe i understand love just right. it's you who's unusually bitter!"

"i'm not."

"you are!"

"tch."

you were childish and tsukishima was half tempted to leave you alone if not for you visibly shivering like a brittle leaf in the middle of winter. with an annoyed sigh, he tugged his scarf off and tossed it to you without looking if it hit you straight in the face.

"what a gentleman. you're so sweet, loverboy."

"shut up."

"i wonder who broke your heart so bad that you deny the prospect of falling in love like it's a disease."

"no one did. it's just stupid how you chase after something that would give you a quarter of rewards for a multitude of migraines."

"get your angst away from me. i bet you're the type of boy to fall for someone within a day."

"what a dumb assumption."

"i stick by it. actually, give me one day and i'll have you groveling on your knees for my affection."

"don't make me laugh. me? in love with you? i'd rather be celibate."

"rude and just for that, i'll succeed no matter what."

"goodbye."

"wait! don't leave! you didn't even give me your name!"

* * * if he was a dog running along the fields without any care in the world then you must be a leech or a mite that refuses to leave him in his space. what were the odds that you went to the same school as he did? his grip on his pen was firm as he turned around to send you the coldest glare he could muster but he faltered. he hated that he faltered as he watched you cough into your sleeve— as he watched you play it off as it was nothing before planting yourself across him and handing him a slice of cake.

"what's this for?"

"snacks! i was waiting for you to drop by the cafeteria as any other sane student would but you didn't come so i brought you food. you need to eat if you want to stay healthy after all!"

"are you my mom, now?"

"i do have the 'mom-friend vibe' but no. i simply believe that highschoolers like you and me take their health for granted too often."

"don't you have anything to do?" he eyed the slice of cake oddly before sighing and biting into it. he shouldn't waste food.

"not really. i have nothing on my agenda but victory."

"you're still going on about that?"

"you bet!"

"get a life."

"you wish!"

* * * "oi."

tsukishima ignored the stabbing motion your finger did against his ribs as his eyes never strayed away from the lines of words printed into his book.

"oi, help me!"

instead of jabbing his ribs, your hand found its way to his thigh, tapping a rhythm he couldn't help but find familiar. he faltered again. your warmth was strangely comforting. he gritted his teeth, jaw flexing as he moved to grip your wrist.

"stop that," you blinked before smiling again, pointing at your half-done workbook.

"how do you get the sum of the three missing variables?"

he bit his cheek in an effort to regain his composure before sighing and motioning for you to get closer. he swore he saw you glow as you moved to sit beside him which felt disgustingly good— like the morning sun against his skin as it slowly rises to its full glory in the clear blue sky of a nice spring day.

tsukishima decided that he didn't like bright things that exuded warmth.

* * * the silence drowned his curses as he eyed you irately from across the court. you have decided to drop by club practice and the knowing smiles and silent cheers of his team were something that pushed him just about over the edge.

"stop that," he subconsciously seethed at yamaguchi who has never stopped glancing at him periodically with the same cheesy smile. this was a misunderstanding. an unwanted predicament he found himself in.

"stop what, tsukki?"

"you're thinking too loudly. it's wrong."

"i was just thinking that hinata seems to be more hyper than usual?"

one glance toward the literal embodiment of enthusiasm and positivity confirmed yamaguchi's thoughts and that made him groan into his hand. what was happening to him?

as he walked over to the coach, he spared one final glance at your form that was curiously watching the volleyball team beside their managers in the bleachers. he hated that for a moment, it felt right. your eyes caught each other and you beamed at him before cheering loudly. he looked away as heat flowed through him in rivers, painting him rose as the beat of his heart matched the rhythm of the beat you thumped on his leg.

* * * "where are you going?"

"home."

"wha— no, you aren't! i didn't stay behind to watch your mad crazy blocks for you to give me such a boring answer!"

"no one asked you to."

"no matter. i'll think of something for your uncreative head."

"i'm not uncreative," tsukishima scoffed as you pulled him along, "where are you taking me? this is kidnapping."

"somewhere fun unlike you."

"tch."

tsukishima hated how he let himself get pulled but as you held his hand, your warmth once again overwhelming him in waves, he thought that maybe, once wouldn't hurt.

"do you want the bubblegum flavor or the chocolate one."

"neither. i hate those things."

"blasphemous but to be honest, they're not top-tier either."

tsukishima might have shown a tiny smile at that. if he were to be honest, this wasn't that bad.

* * * "when you dragged me over to an arcade, i assumed you would be more or less good on at least one of the games but..."

"why are you so rude! it's not my fault i grew up sheltered."

tsukishima looked at you weirdly, "you've never been to an arcade?"

"well, no."

"you're an odd one."

"thank you. i take pride in being 'not like other people.'"

"no. i meant that if you were a dumpling, you would be the deformed one the customers always return."

"i... i do not know what to say to that."

"good."

tsukishima went to the next game and despite hating shooting basketballs and arcades in general, he decided he wanted to win those prizes.

it's not like he'll have to worry about taking them home.

* * * under the cover of the moonlight that bears his name, tsukishima kei denies the sordid idea of love. the silence of the dimly lit park accepted his claim without much of an argument. it was unlike him to grieve over something he barely held especially in the open but a quick look around the park made him decide that it was fine. he finds the thought of relying on someone to bring you joy and a sense of validation stupid and the fact that for a short while he thought otherwise, dumber. you were an idiot for believing in childish fantasies and that love wasn't fickle and him twice so for letting himself be swayed. he hated how he was dumb enough to hope that maybe just a small slip-up would be fine— dumb enough to trust that love would stay. he hated how bitter he feels because no, he didn't deserve this, and neither did you when the wonder of a new experience never had a chance to wear off.

"it seems like you didn't need to wait for reincarnation for you to be a daylily."


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4 years ago

daichi x reader - “two am sound trips”

genre: fluff, comedy?

word count: 1472

warnings: a few curses

notes: college au inspired by me suddenly remembering ed sheeran existed

Daichi X Reader -two Am Sound Trips

daichi was patient.

he used to be the captain of the boys' volleyball team in high school. surrounded by a rowdy set of males with too much energy to spare, he liked to think he was patient. he understood that they were growing males with too much testosterone running rampant in their veins and held on. rarely, did he raise his voice and he never really resorted to violence. daichi was patient, so patient that even buddha would probably consider him his equal.

now in college, he was still as considerate as before. he understood that everyone had their own individual lives and often extended deadlines for his groupmates in research activities when they have a decent reason for it. they would always look at him as if he was sent from above and he would always shake it off with an amused laugh.

daichi was patient, no one would argue about that but he was also human.

it was two o'clock in the morning. on most days, he would already be fast asleep. but like every other student, he too has to face the dreaded finals week and defend his thesis at the end of the week. with empty cups of energy drinks around him and a lukewarm mug of coffee, he decided he would do complete all of his final revisions that night. he was a responsible man, after all. he has his principles. one of them was passing his subjects with above-average grades and his projects, on time. but it was midnight and he was very sleep deprived. he had to turn his back to his bed because the sight of it was hell's sweet temptation incarnate. cursing for the last time,

daichi was patient but he was also human.

and humans thin. they break. and daichi? he was snapping. all he wanted was to finish the last thousand words in his paper and succumb to the tantalizing pull of well-deserved sleep. seems easy enough if it were not for the person above his floor blasting ed sheeran songs obnoxiously loud for the past thirty minutes. he was fuming, really, and he was angrily pressing the letters on his keyboard before erasing them as soon as they popped out the screen because they were either incomprehensible or the identical copy of the words ed was singing. daichi bets he was a good guy but right now, he loathed him and the sound of his voice.

( 'cause baby you look happier, you do )

daichi was patient but he's also the scariest when it runs out.

with a deep-set scowl on his face: eyebrows furrowed, lips turned into a snarl you can only find in beasts in the wild and finally, the terrifying shade of black that rested underneath his eyes, he believed he was well equipped to scold off whoever that person who was ruining his schedule was. nevermind, the string headband that was keeping his hair away from his face or the old, oversized shirt that made him look smaller than he actually was or even the pair of hello kitty slippers that sugawara gave him as a joke (in his defense, they were unbelievably comfortable). he was ready to go into war.

stomping menacingly, the last steps of the stairs was reached and he breathed deeply, ready to go into a whole rant the moment the door opened. sometimes, he really seemed like a father. he huffed as the imagery of him scolding a child popped into his head. scarily, they have the same exact vibe. shaking away his thoughts, he knocked. only to not get a response. infuriated as he was, he decided to be decent enough to not start banging the door like a total creep and patiently, continued knocking.

"i swear to god, i will—"

daichi was patient and a gentleman.

his threats died down, all of the things he wanted to complain about going down the drain, as he sees your red, puffed eyes and the tear streaks that were haphazardly wiped away. you were in your own set of pajamas, hands that were cradling a tub of ice cream peeking through a blanket that you threw over your shoulders.

"may i help you?"

he tried to not care, but his instincts were kicking in, "yes uh... do you mind turning down the volume?"

"oh shit uh... i'm so sorry it's just—"

"it's fine," he politely and awkwardly reassured you as he felt out of place in the middle of an empty hallway.

"no, it's not! i'm really sorry. i didn't mean to. i'm just— i'm such a mess right now and i'll turn it off. i swear it won't happen again."

"it's really no problem."

( i'm gonna pick up the pieces and build a lego house )

in hindsight, he probably should have stuck to his own business instead of picking at others' plates. maybe he could've finished his paper if he did or maybe he could've snatched a few hours of sleep before facing his horrible eight am class. still, it didn't feel right to leave an attractive mess of a person in the dead of the night.

"are you... are you okay?"

you looked up abruptly and daichi realized that was the first time you looked at his eyes. wide-eyed and glossy, you were surprised someone cared enough to ask you that. the rational side of you probably would have placed a twelve feet distance between you and the stranger but you were nowhere near rational and the stranger was far too kind.

"no, i'm not."

daichi didn't know what he expected but it certainly wasn't you bawling your eyes out as soon as you said that. it wasn't you gripping his shirt as he stood awkwardly. it wasn't him subconsciously patting your back. it wasn't him hugging you tightly when you asked for one. it's certainly not finding himself chewing out your ex that he wasn't aware existed prior to your meeting fifteen minutes ago inside your dorm surrounded by pillows and another cup of coffee.

"see? you understand, right? he stood me up, forgot the important dates, cheated on me, promised he'd change, broke said promises, regularly reduced my self-esteem, hooked up with the bitch that defamed me in high school, and now he's mad because i blocked him? he's disgusting! i don't know why i even stooped so low!"

"he doesn't deserve you," was all he could say as he handed you another tissue roll. honestly, he was a patient, considerate man but this asshole of an ex of yours was making him consider murder. how he'd like to say that was an overstatement. that freaking prick.

"on better inspection, i'm crying less because of the fact that we broke up but more because i feel humiliated and disrespected. it's frustrating that all of my efforts were just ignored. i mean, even if our love has long since died out, i still paid for his in-game purchases, y'know!"

daichi also didn't know why he was belting out the lyrics of 'save myself' as he stood in the bed of a stranger who was currently hysterically laughing and joining him along. he paused and realized that for the first time that night, you were smiling. he might not understand how he got there— how he found himself doing something so out of character but he smiled. this wasn't that bad.

( so before i save someone else, i've got to save myself )

"i'm sorry you had to see me like this."

daichi laughed, "it's fine. i needed a break anyway."

you looked brighter now, he mused as you saw him out your room. he sent you a small smile and a wave before he began his trek back to his own. still, there was a misplaced feeling of discontent as he moved far away from your comforting presence that didn't judge his unusual short fuse and distressed expression.

"daichi!" he turned around, just a little too quick, "you're a good guy."

"oh, thanks? good night, y/n."

"good night..." you waved and he nodded, the hand that rubbed his neck out of his flustered state dropping back to his sides.

now, you could either be a coward and never see this kind, attractive, relatable, funny, responsible, overachieving man ever again or you could gather your wits and guts together to not so awkwardly thank him for not throwing you out of the window when he has all the rights to do so, even going as far as comforting you when all of your friends are asleep when you needed it. the preferred option was, in your opinion, obvious.

"do you wanna go grab some coffee later? y'know... gotta return the favor and all."

( you know hearts don't break around here. oh yeah, yeah, yeah )


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4 years ago

kuroo x reader - “hang in there”

genre: angst, comfort

word count: 760

warnings: suicidal thoughts ; depression

notes: i made this because i haven’t been feeling well lately and writing’s my coping mechanism. i wasn’t planning to post this but then i thought that some people might benefit from this. this piece contains things that i wished to hear but never got to. if you can relate to this then i want you to know that you’re not alone and what you’re feeling is valid. some day we’ll look back to this and laugh because you never realized how strong you were. just hang in there, love. i tried to be as vague as possible so that more of you can relate. of course, proceed with caution as i still touched some subjects that could be uncomfortable to some

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Kuroo X Reader -hang In There

"if i were to jump off this cliff, what would you do?"

kuroo's fingers stopped midway through its run across your hair. you weren't looking at him. instead, you were looking at the sky dazedly. with a solemn look on his face, he began twirling a lock of your hair in his fingers, relishing in the comfort of your weight against his as you laid on his lap.

"i would catch you and lift you up until your wings can let you soar without you needing to fall."

the wind blew gently in the hidden spot you and kuroo found yourself often running off to. it was comforting. with the soil underneath you and the presence of kuroo's comfort that slowly ebbed away your worries, you felt grounded. that was nice.

"thank you," you smiled, a little empty but meant altogether.

.

"if i can no longer carry the weight, what would you do?"

kuroo smiled and lifted the box away from your hands. you watched as he leaned down, staring at your eyes as if he saw right through you, and given his intelligence, he probably did.

"i would take the top box off and hold you so you don't need to worry about tripping."

you stared at him, perplexed and he simply shook his head as he slowly leads you back on track towards your destination. the warmth of his hand spread across your lower back like the blooming of flowers in spring. with his mere presence, you felt the ice of loneliness slowly start to thaw. that was nice.

"thank you," you smiled, half a degree warmer in your flushed skin.

.

"if i were to disappear, what would you do?"

kuroo hummed, tapping the pen he was holding onto the desk, deep in thought. you silently watched his actions with bated breath, you were curious. his answers were always odd.

"i would go to a convenience store."

"what? why?"

"you'd probably be hungry when i find you."

you couldn't help but laugh in amusement. he was an odd one but you couldn't deny that his sentiment warmed you very much. with his care, you felt like you could stand against the world. that was nice.

"thank you," you smiled, a little brighter than before, to kuroo's surprise.

"no problem."

.

"if i can no longer do the things that i used to do well, what would you do?"

kuroo glared at the canvas in front of him. screw his art teacher. still, he dropped his palette and brush and turned to look at you. his intensity was new, you mused to yourself as kuroo's eyes once again stared into yours as he did every single time you asked him your questions.

"i would take new hobby lessons."

"what for?"

"so even if you can't do well in the things you used to do anymore, at least you'll have fun doing it because you have someone worse to make fun of."

"really?"

"really."

"well, the dog you painted looks wonky."

"you're crossing the line. steven is perfect as he is."

you fell down your chair from your laughter. with him beside you, you don't feel so alone anymore. that was nice.

"thank you," you whispered softly as you covered kuroo's sleeping form with a blanket.

.

"if i no longer need to rely on you to keep me alive, what would you do?"

kuroo held your hands in his and you couldn't help but notice how well they fit together. his hands that were much larger than yours, covered yours securely and that was comforting in its own right. with your reluctance gone, you looked up at him and smiled the most genuine smile you have mustered in months.

"i would love you all the same."

with his love, you felt like you were no longer a helpless doe but rather someone who was capable of being loved- someone who was capable of standing and walking side by side with everyone. with him, you were able to face your fears because he was always there, whether you fail or not. he made sure you realized you're not someone in constant need of doting but rather someone who's brave enough to continue on even when it hurt. he was exactly what you needed. someone who would stay by your side, not in front or at the back, but ready to support you when you start falling regardless. he was nice.

"thank you," you spoke with all devotion in your heart as you pulled him close for a kiss.


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4 years ago

sakusa x reader - “memory”

genre: fluff

word count: 546

warnings: none

Sakusa X Reader -memory

by the time you woke up, the bed was already missing the warmth of sakusa's body. you felt cold, and a little lonely despite the sunlight that slipped through the window that was left ajar. feet finding themselves on the floorboards that creaked with the added weight, you moved to face the gentle breeze that caressed your skin ever so gently in this clear blue day.

"i don't remember leaving the window open yesterday," you mused as you began your morning routine. a light feeling flowing through your bones as you started the day with a subtle smile on your face.

"—and i certainly didn't brew myself a cup of coffee in the middle of the night," you giggled, a little giddy as you reheated the coffee as instructed by the precise words left on a bright yellow post-it.

quiet, blunt, and distant; sakusa was never the type to open up about himself. it was a wonder that you managed to break through his thoroughly maintained words but you did. years later, he was still the same if not just a little bit more affectionate with his actions. never the one to mutter sweet love songs or profess his undying devotion to you, sakusa still found ways to make sure you knew he loved you like a man deprived of it.

when you could not, he remembers.

it has been about a month since you told him you had trouble waking up in the mornings but the light of the day never fails to do so. on days he could not stay to wake you up himself, he leaves the windows slightly open just enough to wake you before you chastise yourself for sleeping in.

it has been a year since you told him how you liked your coffee. on days he could not greet you with a cup in bed, he brews your cup of caffeine, exactly how you like it, and leaves it in the coffee maker with a little note to remind you to warm it up again.

it has been a year and a half since you told him what your favorite animal was. on days he was far away, the little plush toy he gave you a month back in your anniversary keeps you company so you wouldn't miss him too much. it never works as you end up missing him even more.

it has been two years since you missed a date because you were busy completing your job assignment. on days you found yourself deeply buried with work, you would wake up the following day with more room to breathe and a mysterious text that demands you to take care of your health more.

it has been five years since you told him you liked the glass clock that you saw while walking home from your first date together. on days he stayed behind for a few more hours of practice, you would stare at the clock that hung on your wall, a specially made one that mimicked the one you could not afford when you were still in high school.

your man was never the type to mutter sweet love songs or profess his undying devotion to you but he remembers and you wouldn't have it any other way.


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4 years ago

17. clownery

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seventeen; clownery

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zey’s notes

oop- suna learned about ukai

and omg atsumu and fumiko enemies to lovers???? hmmmm idk

next chapter some investigations will start...

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4 years ago

18. sherlock and 2 watsons

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eighteen; sherlock and 2 watsons

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sorry for the wait :// i just didn’t feel like writing for some reason lol

also ik this chapter isn’t much so i’ll redeem that with tomorrow’s update

i also hope yall got the notifs this time :>

hope yall are having a nice day </3

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19. give me another chance

19. Give Me Another Chance

standing in front of the miya household made you realize how bad of a choice this was and that maybe you should’ve just let your cousin do this alone. it was already weird that your cousin was comfortable enough to just invite herself into their house with no announcement, but it was too late since fumiko rang the bell and held your hand to keep you in place.

you heard shuffling from behind the door and took out your phone to act as if you were busy, “you’re such a pussy.” fumiko whispered beside you. when you turned your head to speak back, the door in front of you was already open and atsumu was staring at you two with wide and shocked eyes.

“what are ya both doing here?” what shocked you was the non-spiteful tone he used. wasn’t he mad about the whole ayaka situation?

“greetings to you too miya, are your parents home?” fumiko jumped right in to answer him, pushing him aside to enter their home, pulling you along with her. “uh no? they went grocery shopping but they’ll be back in a few minutes. why are ya asking?”

you looked around the house to see if he was lying but were met with two pairs of eyes staring at you and your cousin.

suna and osamu.

you immediately turned your head around to avoid a certain pair of eyes, keeping yourself busy with staring expectantly at the blond twin. “my father had some questions for your parents but couldn’t come himself, so he sent me as his envoy, and i took y/n as my company.” what a smooth liar your cousin was.

“if that’s the case ya both can just wait inside. we were just chatting along.” he pointed at his two friends sitting at the couch.

you could feel suna’s stare at you as you walked over to the other couch with fumiko; away from the trio. there was a very awkward silence between all of you that you could even hear the clock ticking above the television. however atsumu broke the silence with his question, “why couldn’t your father just give’ em a call?”

you could feel fumiko holding back a snarky comment with how she squeezed your hand to keep herself back, so you interjected yourself, “uncle is a very busy man. your parents aren’t his only employees and he had other important stuff to attend to. and y’know fumiko was raised for these stuff so why not send her instead?”

atsumu tentatively nodded at your reply, eyes still staring at fumiko who only gave him a forded smile on her face. while they were in their own world, you were staring at the trio in a questioning way because you weren’t expecting them to be…complaint?

“i know what you’re thinking y/n” osamu spoke, but this time it was directed at you. “yes we’re a little…displeased lets say, but at the end fumiko is your family and we agreed that going back to the old way would be better.”

you were still wary of them but nonetheless accepted his answer and continued with your silent presence, fully aware of the eyes that hadn’t left your figure since the second you stepped into the house.

suna hasn’t stopped staring since you’ve came. he knows you weren’t pleased by their presence, hell he bet even the dumber twin was aware of this. but he just couldn’t stop looking at you, his guilt eating him up.

why was he always so quick on jumping into conclusions? he was actually looking forward to your date but had to go screw it up with his man pride, his sister would’ve been ashamed of him. he wanted to find an opening to talk to you, explain himself, and maybe even ask for a third chance? he honestly lost count of how many times he’s wronged you, and he knew the chances of redeeming himself were probably slim to none, still he wasn’t one to give up.

when you announced that you wanted to grab some water, suna grabbed the chance and stood up in front of you to guide you to the kitchen. he could see osamu smirking from the corner if his eye. suna walked in front of you until you both reached the kitchen and suna leaned against the fridge staring at you pour yourself a glass of water.

“y’know you can just tell me what’s on your mind because your stare is not making me comfortable at all.” ouch, guess be deserved that.

“uh- about the date night—” his hand went behind his neck, a sign of him being nervous.

“—there’s nothing to talk about that night. you stood me up and i let you go. im not looking for more trouble.” you said, eyes still on your glass of water. and when you were about to walk out of the kitchen, suna grabbed you wrist and pulled with a bit too much force, resulting in your body fully leaning against his.

suna could feel the heat rising to the tip of his ears, this was the closest he had gotten to you, and although he would’ve preferred it under better circumstances, he would take what he could get.

“please give me chance to explain, even though i don’t deserve a second of your time.” he whispered against your ear, eyes closed. you could feel his breathing against your neck and it was taking too much self-restraint to not loose your stance at that moment.

“why should i spend my time listening to your excuses suna? you’ll just keep apologizing over and over again.” you breathed out, mentally clapping for your voice not shaking.

he took a step back to turn you to face him, his eyes not leaving your figure once. “i know i don’t deserve anything from you after how i’ve treated you, but please just give me a chance to explain.”

you were avoiding meeting his eyes, because you knew the second you looked into them you’d let him back in. yet some part of you still wanted to learn why he has stood you up that day, so you allowed him to explain. “fine, you have one minute.”

he released a breath he didn’t know he was holding, finally finding the chance to ask for forgiveness. he knows how embarrassing his reason is going to sound. “i- that day ayaka saw you with this dude and um- asked me if i was meeting up with you and when i said yes, she told me that she saw you two hugging and i—”

“what?” you were honestly baffled. he ditched you because he was jealous? and what did ayaka exactly tell him? did ayaka tell her parents too? cause that would’ve been very bad.

“let me get this straight. you couldn’t let your man pride go for one day and ask me who the guy was? you do know he’s like—the same age as my father?” this time you looked up to meet his gaze only to see he was sheepishly rubbing his neck looking anywhere but you.

“…i do. i just learned about it yesterday, and didn’t know how to approach you.”

“you do know how ridiculous this all sounds right?”

“…im sorry.” he was looking at you now, and as much as you wanted to ignore his apologies, you could see the sincerity behind his eyes and it was killing you.

“it hurts that you trust ayaka’s word over mine, when she doesn’t even know me enough to know my circle of friends.” you watched as nodded, a frown taking over his features.

“i know my mistake now and no amount of apologies will be enough to fix my way of treating you. but, could you please give me another chance? let me prove to you im worthy of your time and trust, please.”

you looked at him, biting your bottom lip while contemplating his apology. he was nervous to say the least, he could feel his palms sweating with the silence you gave him. he’s never been one to apologize this desperately but there was just something with you that made him want to never leave your side, despite how his actions proved otherwise. he’s just never felt like this before and didn’t know how to approach it.

“…alright. but one last chance. i swear to god if you screw this one up, its over.” you didn’t know which action caught you more off guard, the huge smile he gave you, or the way he tightly hugged you. slowly yet gently you raised you arms to hug him back, hand unconsciously reaching to caress his hair. “don’t screw this up rintarou.” you whispered in his ear as you left his embrace to join everyone back in the living room, your voice leaving him a blushing mess in the kitchen.

when you returned back to take your place next to fumiko, you realize she wasn’t in the room and nor was atsumu. “where did they go?” you asked osamu as you took your seat with suna’s eyes still on you.

“i think they went to check something in our parents office.” osamu shrugged.

you closed your eyes to heave a sigh, even though she assured you she hated him, you couldn’t shrug of the tension they had between them. “they better not be making out.” you muttered under your breath as you took your phone out to keep yourself busy while waiting for the twins parents.

you missed the way osamu cringed after hearing your silent statement.

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nineteen; give me another chance

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here’s a long update after not posting for the past few days. i just feel like im steering off the romance plot and going into more of a story plot and don’t want to bore you guys :/

but the ending…any thought? and do you think y/n should’ve forgiven suna?

i’ll update tomorrow since it’ll be text messages only and not a written chpter

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4 years ago

20. you know what this means right?

tw; mentions of suicide & depression

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twenty; you know what this means right?

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so so sorry for the 0 updates this week :/ idk i just feel like this whole thing is horrible since idk i feel like the story between y/n and suna is more of a background thing??

things are starting to unravel in this chapter tho…

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3 years ago

21. the long awaited date

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twenty one; the long awaited date

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omg im back!! this is more of a filler chapter to apologize for being mia on this smau :)

since it’s been long i kind of forgot the direction i wanted to go with this but i hope to start posting soon to finish this smau <3

also what do yall think and have have yall been?

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𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐈'𝐕𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐍

ಌ including: various x reader

ಌ genre : fluff

summary: hq boys being mesmerized with your beauty

something about you: eyedress

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there you were hand propped under your chin as you stared out the class window, the rain pattering against it as you twirled your pencil with your fingers. Everybody knew what a daydreamer you were, so nobody bothered to tap your shoulder. He wondered if anybody else could see the view he saw at that moment, your cute dazed expression. A strand of hair tucked behind your ear, your eyelids starting to grow noticably heavy as you put your pencil down. God you looked just like a dream.

He softly smiled gazing at your now sleepy expression, before seeing you cross your arms on your desk resting your head in the middle. He was about to look away when he saw you turn your head towards his way, your eyes fluttered shut as you snuggled your face into your arms. Is it wrong to wanna kiss someone this bad?

SUGAWARA, shinsou, kirishima, suna, bokuto, iwazumi, nishinoya

he never noticed how breathtaking you were until he finally built up the courage to ask you out, not expecting you to show up in a cute dress complimenting your skin. You had to snap him back into reality because he was lost in your beauty. Flashing him one of your stunning smiles, you took his hand asking if he was ready to go. He muttered a yeah, entwining your fingers with his tugging gently along.

Sneaking glances at you, his eyes widen at the sight. Sakura petals falling around you two, some getting stuck in your hair making your giggle and pick them out with your free hand. No question you were the prettiest girl he's ever seen, catching his lingering gaze you blushed looking at him trying to stifle your giggles, "Whats so funny?" You tugged his hand a little to stop walking so you could take a petal out of his hair, having to stand up on your toes a little to do so making him grin. Yea your gonna be on his mind all night.

TSUKISHIMA, BAKUGOU, semi, ushijima, dabi, kuroo, the miya twins, oikawa


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3 years ago

𝟏𝟏:𝟐𝟎𝐩𝐦 l 𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐤𝐞𝐢

needy : ariana grande

Kei was awoken to the sound of you whimpering, as his eyes fluttered open adjusting to the darkness he saw your hand bawled into a fist tugging his shirt gently, with tear stained cheeks. Feeling your figure shaking, his heart ached seeing you this. "Hey hey, its okay I'm here." He whispered, wrapping an arm around you. Pressing a kiss to your forehead he rubbed slow circles on your back.

Feeling your shaking come to stop, he was about to fall back to sleep when he heard his name. "K-kei?" Your eyes met his, sleepy yet afraid. "Whats wrong?" He asked, his tone gentle as he brushed a strand of hair away from your eyes. "Its nothing just..a bad dream." You muttered, your eyes falling back to your pillow. "Don't give me that, if you don't want to talk about you don't have to but, if it'll help you sleep I'm all ears." Looking back up at the blonde, you saw genuine care for you in his eyes. "Are you sure? I don't wanna keep you awake with my rambling."

Rolling his eyes he leaned down slightly to press a soft kiss to your lips, "Shortcake, if there's something thats bothering you don't hesitate to tell me. No matter if it disrupts my sleep schedule." He said plainly, making you smile softly. "Alright."


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3 years ago

atsumu: okay so this girl is foreign and has cute eyes, just your type.

suna: nope

atsumu: (groans) how are you this picky with girls man? We can’t just spawn them out of thin air-

suna: sees y/n happily eating some pocky, with a oversized hoodie that one i want that one


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3 years ago

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘’𝐑𝐄 𝐒/𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘

୨୧— including: k.kenma, e. semi

୨୧— genre: fluff

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KOZUME :: you had always knew kenma was a pretty boy, from the moment you saw him he was the only one om your mind after that day. Even his chat would tell him, especially when he had his hair in those messy buns. So on a lazy day you had just woken up, reaching out to feel for ken’s body only to find an empty spot on the bed.

Frowning you got up drowsily, walking towards the kitchen to see him leaning against your kitchen island with an apple pie in his hand while he scrolled away on his phone. Hearing your footsteps he looked up, smiling when he saw your sleepy expression. “Whyd ya leave me all alone in bed pretty boyy?” You whined.

Walking over to his side, wrapping your arms around his side. Blushing he lets out a airy chuckle, “Pretty boy? Did the chat get to you too?” You giggle shaking your head no, feeling his arm pull you closer. “Its just true ken, you are really pretty you know- ooh apple pie!”

“I’ll let you have a bite if you give me a kiss.”

“Ken!”

“Fine two bites.”

SEMI :: semi was reading a book you had recommended him, he was pretty engrossed into it which was something that made you happy. semi had never turned down any books you recommended him, unless its a book he wanted to gift you. You had been taking a nap besides him waking up from the roar of thunder.

When your eyes fluttered open you couldve swore you saw an angel, well if that angel was Eita. You had told the blonde numerous times how he looked as good as a prince but he never seemed to believe you. So when you mumbled a slurred ‘pretty.’ Eita instinctively looked down at you. “Hm?”

“Your really pretty Ei.” You stated with a soft sleepy smile, making tsukki want to ditch his book without leaving a bookmark and kiss you all over. “Oh really doll?” You sat up nodding before pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Mhm, pretty and hot at the same time tho.” You admitted, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Well i guess were both pretty bitches then huh.”


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3 years ago

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3 years ago

— HQ BOYS + TAKING CARE OF THEM

 HQ BOYS + TAKING CARE OF THEM

feat. iwaizumi hajime, kuroo tetsurō, suna rintarō, miya atsumu, miya osamu, matsukawa issei

note. let me be ur housewife. also don't say anything abt how long osamu's is.... i like him.

 HQ BOYS + TAKING CARE OF THEM

IWAIZUMI lets you join him in the shower on nights when he comes home late, when his breath smells a bit like scotch and his smile is lopsided in a way that you both know means midnight. he's all hushed drunken laughter, soap cascading down rippling shoulders as he leans down to press a sweet kiss to your collarbone. he'll whisper that you don't have to do this, the soft mumbling of go to bed crossing his tongue. and yet, you never do. instead, you lean up, shampoo in your hands, and let him hum as your fingers tangle in his hair.

KUROO lets you tie his tie. it's in the mornings, kisses drawn from the rising sun and touches soft enough to meld with the linens that once draped your bodies. he'll stand in front of you, suit, grin, and all, even when you're still dressed in the hanging fabric of your nightgown and your hair is still a tangled mess around your shoulders and face. but, no matter, because you'll reach up, delicate fingers around strong silk, and tie it just for him. and when you do, he'll cup your jaw in his hand just so he can kiss you one more time.

SUNA would never dare ask, but when you find him laying on the couch, face resting down on his arms and shirt riding up just enough so you can see his back, you can't help but let you nails follow the length of his spine. he shifts as though to lean into your touch, closing his eyes and breathing in a breath that almost feels like divinity. and if you stop, should you dare, he guides your hand back to him, ignoring the laughter that bubbles up past your lips and closing his eyes in sweet solace.

ATSUMU lets you dye his hair. or bleach it, rather, and then tone it when he finally lets you convince him. oh and how he's awful, moving and laughing and dodging out of the way of the cold dye even when it's dripping off of your gloved hands. he'll meet your gaze in the mirror, lopsided smirk carved into his cheeks, before putting his hands up in surrender. then, and only then, will he sit still, letting your hands comb through his hair with that stupid grin still on his face.

OSAMU finds you writing down notes for him. if he's cooking, he might change a recipe, speaking aloud as he adds a different spice or substitutes an ingredient, and each time, you'll write it down, scrawling handwriting with a little comment of whether he liked the change or not. other times, he'll come home to notes around the house—little reminders of why you're gone or what you need him to do before you get home. but his most favorite ones, and the ones he keeps locked away in drawers or hidden beneath clothes and old jewelry boxes, are the benign ones. little i loves you's scratched on napkins, drawings left on old gum wrappers from high school, sticky notes covered in old games you used to play to pass the time. he holds them like they're something to keep, an extension of you in the best way possible.

MATSUKAWA comes home to his laundry folded, or half-folded, at least, the rest of it still in the hamper or your hands. he'll roll his eyes, hands already at your waist and fingers dashing along your hips until laughter floats from your chest and into the air. when he tries to help you, you'll swat at his hand, your narrowed eyes drawing out a grin onto his face. so instead, he'll sit, tell you about his day and ramble about the things he misses (your voice, mostly, or your hair, or the scrunch of your nose), and each one will be met with the teasing lilt of tone that he's come to only associate with you.


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3 years ago

— HQ BOYS + SUBTLE AFFECTION

 HQ BOYS + SUBTLE AFFECTION

feat. iwaizumi hajime, kuroo tetsurō, bokuto kōtarō, miya atsumu, miya osamu, sakusa kiyoomi, matsukawa issei, sawamura daichi

note. hi <3 idk how i feel abt these but here they are <33 love u all <33

 HQ BOYS + SUBTLE AFFECTION

IWAIZUMI loves you through touches that can almost feel forbidden. in the dim lights of a bar, mattsun’s voice floating through the air and makki’s laughter quick to follow it, iwaizumi’s hands trace up your spine. his thumbs dip beneath the hem of your shirt, just to feel a bit of your skin. no one else could see it, no one else would dare look close enough, but he’s letting his fingers slide over your skin like you’re made of silken waters and his hands are only meant to know the tide. it’s secret, only for you, and only from him.

KUROO loves you through the bow of your head, the gentle, silent knowledge that when he places a hand on your cheek in just the right way, he’s going to kiss the crown of your head. big hands on sweet, warm cheeks, the chill of the outdoors leaking from his flesh into yours. it’s the way you both just know, the way your eyes flutter shut and the way he smiles into your hair. it’s the routine, and the sweet wisdom that comes with it.

BOKUTO loves you through the hum of old songs. your first date, your first kiss, that one night where you both dissolved into laughter before you could even try to slow dance in the kitchen. he has every song committed to memory, letting the notes slip out in mindless harmony with whatever you’re both doing. and slowly, the humming may turn to a muttering of the lyrics, but it’s quiet in a way that bokuto isn’t, shy in a way you wouldn’t expect from him.

ATSUMU loves you through bitten-back smiles and the sound of half-snorted laughter. it’s the way he holds back the prick of his lips when you flick his forehead and tell him please, babe, just think for once. it’s in the way he pulls you back into him when you roll your eyes at his antics, the bite of his cheek to hide the smile that pokes into it. it’s lilted affection, laughter and teasing and feigned offense at rolled eyes—all in the name of kissing you for just a moment longer.

OSAMU loves you through the warmth of a stove. he knows what you like without even asking. so it’s the spiced sauté of vegetables, the kind you love and spread warmth through your torso on especially cold nights—the kind of spices that creep from your tongue and into your nose, just the right amount of heat, all because he knows it’s you. and when you hum, the melt of flavor on your tongue, he smiles, a teasing good to know you like it following the prick of his lips.

SAKUSA loves you through whispers. he’ll dip his head to your ear as he passes, a quiet stretch of adoration slipping over his tongue and working past your ears. at whatever formal function may beckon you, he’ll meet you with a duck of his head, bending down until you hear the way a soft chuckle rumbles through his chest and rings in the air—the mention of your name and suggestion of let’s get out of here falling past his lips.

MATSUKAWA loves you through how he listens. it’s the tilt of his head, his tongue poking out to pull his lip between his teeth, the narrowing of his eyes until you lean forward, swatting his chest with the back of your hand. it’s then that he laughs, the crinkle in the corners of his eyes following the curve of his lips, and he leans forward, elbows resting on his knees, fingers laced together, and listens. and god, he swears he could do just that for hours.

DAICHI loves you through the tuck of your hair behind your ear. he’s delicate with it, a soft twirl of the strands between his fingers, and then he’s brushing it out your face—knuckles gliding across the apples of your cheeks, the vibrato of hushed whispers or ardor starting in his chest and fanning across your lips.


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3 years ago

to fix a tie

characters: kuroo and gn! reader; post! timeskip

wc: 1.3k

warnings: none, this is just a slice of life fic that had been plaguing my mind for a few days

a/n: very fluffy, almost nauseatingly cute...also this isn’t proofread because I’m queuing this up at 2am. okay the way kuroo’s mouth moves in the gif is kinda funny to me

To Fix A Tie

The early morning is quiet, save for your soft, steady breathing and Kuroo’s socked footsteps around the room. He’s trying his best to stay quiet, but in the midst of his rush he stubs his toe on one of the bedposts. He sucks in a breath in a poor attempt to not wake you up, and his brows scrunch together as he hops on one leg while he holds his injured foot in his hands. All of his hopping around stirs you awake.

You stretch as a yawn slips past your lips, your eyes struggling to stay open. Kuroo stops hopping after hearing you yawn and his eyes stare at you like a deer caught in headlights. You turn as sleep manages to reel you in, and Kuroo lets go of the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. He smiles as he notices your eyes flutter close, his heart hammering in his chest because of how lucky he is to have this view every morning.

He walks over to your side of the bed, leaning down and nosing your cheek before pressing his lips to your forehead. Your arms instinctively wrap around his neck to pull him down but his hands land on either side of your body to keep himself steady above you. A low chuckle rumbles through his chest as he eyes you, a smile plastered on his face because my god he’s so in love with you. He’d reel the moon in just for you, if possible, give you the world if he could, all just to keep you happy.

He bumps his nose with yours and whispers your name, trying to pull you out of the sleepy state you’re in. “My love,” he drawls out in a low voice, effectively putting you to sleep instead of pulling you out of it. He pokes at your side and watches you flinch away from his hand, a slow smile spreading on your lips.

“What do you want?” You let out a small laugh as you squint so you can focus your gaze on his face hovering over you. Neither of you speak above a mere whisper, both afraid to break the comfortable silence enveloping you.

You feel his smile against your skin as he leans down to press a kiss to your exposed collar bone, your skin tingling when he speaks. “I have to go soon and you haven’t fixed my tie, love.”

You card your fingers through his styled hair, a giggle erupting from your chest at his groan of protest because he had just done his hair. You tilt his face up by his chin, pressing your lips to his forehead as you let out a soft-spoken sorry. “You have to move so I can get up then.”

A mischievous smirk pulls at the corner of his lips as he looks at you. “How can I move when you know how much I enjoy seeing you beneath me.”

You roll your eyes and throw a punch at his chest, which he manages to dodge as he pulls back to stand up. “Real smooth, Tetsu.”

He shrugs. “I thought so.”

You let out a snort and a mumbled dork as you swing your feet off the bed. Kuroo extends his hands out for you to grab onto, and you happily let him pull you off the bed. You shudder as your bare feet touch the wood floor, leaning into Kuroo’s body for warmth.

He wraps his arms around you, lifting you up so you’re kneeling on the bed instead. He places his hands on your hips, giving you a slight squeeze. “Sweetheart, my tie. I’m gonna be late.”

“Right, right.” You straighten your back as your hands rest on his chest. “But…give me a kiss first.”

It’s his turn to roll his eyes. “Just one kiss?” His lips ghost over yours, not quite giving you what you want.

You huff in frustration, a soft whine tumbling out. You lean forward to close the gap, but Kuroo leans back and gifts you a teasing smile. “Nu-uh, tie first.”

Taking your hands off his chest and raising them in mock surrender, you tilt your head as you wrap your hands around his tie, concentrating on the fabric rather than his smug smirk. You chew on your bottom lip as you fix his tie for him, your fingers brushing against the skin of his neck. At seeing the goosebumps litter his skin, a small smile of satisfaction tugs at the corners of your lips.

You pat his collar down, fix his hair, and lean back to admire your work. “There, you’re all set…wait.” You lean forward and furrow your eyebrows.

He looks at you, slight concern etched on his face. “What?” His eyebrows raise as he waits for you to continue.

You rub at a spot on his chest. “Tetsu, did you eat something while in your work shirt? ‘Cause it’s stained.”

“That’s weird, it shouldn’t be. It was clean when I put it on.” He looks down to try and see where you’re pointing, his lips pursed as he tries to find the stain. With his attention elsewhere, you lean forward to press your lips against his, your hands smoothing his shirt as they find perch on his shoulders.

“How sneaky,” he whispers against your lips, his hands landing on your hips as he pulls you impossibly close, only to pull away much too quick for your liking. “And as much as I’d like to continue kissing you,” he leans down for another brief kiss, “I have to get going, love.”

Untangling himself from you, he reaches over to pull his blazer on, which you fix as soon as he’s in your reach. You tug him close by his collar, landing another kiss on his lips. “I’ll miss you.”

He smiles as he wraps his arms around you, pressing kisses to your neck. “I’d expect no less from you.”

You scoff, this time you being the one to untangle yourself from his arms as you mutter jerk under your breath. You look at the time and get off the bed, poised to push him out the bedroom door.

Kuroo shakes his head. “Aren’t you gonna go back to sleep? You don’t have to be up for another hour or so.”

“Are you gonna tuck me in?”

“Only if you want me to.”

You dive under the covers in a rush, tucking yourself in because you’d rather spend the last few moments of the morning kissing him than anything else.

He laughs, a sound so awfully sweet it brings a smile to your face because wow his cackle is loud, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. “What’s left for me to do?”

“You’ve gotta give me a goodbye kiss, duh.”

“Right, duh.”

He leans down over your figure like he had earlier, and kisses your forehead, your nose, and hovers over your lips.

You groan and roll your eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You know I really hate when you tease me like that,” you mutter before pulling him down to kiss him.

He stops himself from letting his weight fall on you with his hands, a chuckle melting into the kiss at your eagerness. Nevertheless, he returns the kiss with the same fervor. Holding himself up with one hand, the other tugs at a few strands of your hair to distract you. He laughs as he stands up, one of his hands reaching for yours, which you happily take.

“Now seriously, I gotta go.”

“I know. Be safe.” You give his hand a squeeze because you want him to return safe and sound.

“Always, love. So, I can come back home to you.”

You smile, a lazy little smile, as your eyes begin to droop. “Love you, Tetsu.”

Kuroo reciprocates your smile, albeit a bit brighter, as he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead. And without letting his lips leave your skin, he whispers a soft I love you- a declaration of love and a promise of his return to your waiting arms.  


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